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cozy confessions- nalu
this fic was written for @natsudragneelswh0re for the @allaboutnalu 2024 gift exchange !!
hi hannah!! im your secret santa, omg surprise!!! i tried to follow the fake dating, one bed, and general tooth-rotting sweet fluffinesss prompts (and also found from a mutual friend [shout out lauren] ur general fic tastes) so i hope you love this!! happy holidays, i hope you enjoy your gift aaaaaa
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Lucy was really starting to question Natsuâsâand maybe her ownâ sanity as her eyes trailed over the rustic-styled lodge and the various frat brothers and their dates who were grabbing keys from Loke. She leaned up on her tiptoes, angling her head to shield her lips as she pressed them against the pink-haired manâs ears, voice dripping with syrupy sweetness.
��Iâm going to kill you,â she murmured, for what had to be the hundredth time of the night. âThis was supposed to be one date.â
âIt wasnât me who forgot that my friends were dating my fake dateâs brothers, was it?â Natsu hissed back, faux smile gleaming on his face as his hand easily wrapped around her waist. âNot on me, this time, princess.â
âFor once,â she grumbled, settling back down on flat feet to send a quick glower up at her best friend. âI swearââ
âTrouble in paradise?â Lokeâs chipper voice cut her off, an all too knowing smirk playing at his lips. âHow odd for such a happy couple.â
âWeâre fine, mane for brains,â Lucy didnât even want to begin to try and understand what Natsu meant by that. âThanks for checkin though.â
âAlways a pleasure,â Loke grinned, bright eyes drifting to Lucy. âIf you ever wnat to spend time with a real fairytail man, let me know, Luce?â
âI will beat your ass,â
âOh, Iâm sure,â
âBoys, boys,â Lucy cut them off, rolling her eyes as she stepped in-between them. âYouâre both pretty, now can we get our room key?â Loke snickered at her words, but easily opened his fist, dropping the key into her waiting palm.
âSorry, but you two are sharing a queen bed,â Loke began, with a grin that didnât seem the least bit apologetic. âAll the remaining kings were booked so hope you two are cuddly.â
âIâm telling Aries you cried during Finding Nemo,â Lucy threatened, folding her arms over her chest. âAnd showing her photographic evidence.â
âGirls love a man who is in turn with his emotions,â Loke waved a hand, turning back to his own group. âHave a fun night, you two.â
âIâm seriously going to kill him,â Natsu grumbled, shaking his head. âIâm sorry about that, are ya sure youâre good sharing?â
âNothing to do about it now,â Lucy mumbled, turning to walk up the stairs. âItâll be fine, just like freshman year sleepovers.â
âYou kicked me onto the floor during those, if I remember right,â Natsu teased, following her. âUsually, quite harshly.â
âShouldn't have hogged the blankets, then.â
âHogged?â Natsu placed a hand over his chest and Lucy scoffed, shaking her head. âYou wound me with your falsities, woman.â
âStudying Shakespeare in Lit?â Lucy guessed, coming to a stop outside of their room and bending down to slot the key in. âYou forgive him yet?â
âNo, this shit is ass,â Natsu groaned, a light thud sounding from where he had let his head slam into the wooden door. âI donât understand half of what heâs saying and Mavis dating my brother can only carry my grade so far.â
âIt shouldnât carry it at all,â she countered, pushing the door open and snickering at Natsuâs startled yelp. âYouâre lucky she hasnât failed you.â
âShakespeareâs lucky he was born in a time before me or Iâd kick his ass,â Lucy didnât bother to dignity his retort with a response other than a mocking scoff as she walked over to flip the light switch on. âOh.â
âFuck me,â Lucy groaned, glancing over the small room. In any other time, she wouldâve used the term cozy but when sheâd be sharing it with her best friend that she idiotically agreed to fake-date despite being in love with the fool for the past two years claustrophobic would probably be the better choice. âIâm going to give Aries a list of Lokeâs roster.â
âHey!â Natsu protested, ever the loyal frat brother. âSheâs differentââ
âI know, idiot,â Lucy dragged a hand down her face. âIâm just joking and pissed off.â She turned back to Natsu, blinking at the strange expression that passed over his face. âYou good, Natsu?â
âYeah, of course, itâs justââ he cut himself off with a laugh that sounded almost sheepish, shaking his head. âNothing.â
âNow I know itâs not nothing,â she walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge to stare up at him. If anything, he grew more nervous, his adam apple bobbing as he swallowed. âSeriously, Natsu, whatâs up?â
âNothing, Luce,â he put his hands up in a mock placating manner. âJust donât want to know how much shit Loke has planned.â He added, walking over to her to sit beside her.
âHeâs really suspicious, huh?â She sighed, folding one ankle over the other. âI guess because weâve been friends for so long.â
âShouldnât that make him less suspicious?â Natsu argued, gaze locked on his hands as he spoke. âI mean, friends fall in love all the time, right?â Lucy tensed, forcing the panging feeling in the chest to subside before she answered. Natsu had never been the best at understanding emotions and he was always far from cruelâhe had no way of knowing just how close to the truth he was.
âYeah, but usually they make a move,â she pointed out, bumping her shoulder against his. âLokeâs probably convinced one of us wouldâve said something years ago and thatâs why he thinks youâre cheating your way out of the betââ she shrugged, forcing a smile over her lips. âWhich, I mean, you areââ
âWould you?â Natsu cut her off, finally tearing his eyes from where heâd been focused on his hands before. âTell a friend, I mean.â Another oddly sheepish laugh fell from his lips. âIf you loved them.â
Lucy swallowed, ignoring the ache in her heart. âI mean, it depends, I guess?â She fell back onto the bed, letting her head hit the softness of the plush pillow and tried not to wonder if Natsu would still smell of smoke and sandalwoodâthe way he did during their freshman year sleepovers whenever heâd tangle their legs together in the night before sheâd push him out of her bed, before she had realized her feelings and stopped inviting himâor if giving into the cliche was worth it to build a pillow wall.
âOn what?â Natsuâs uncharacteristically soft voice was followed by the soft sound of his head hitting the pillow next to her own and she tilted her head, a faint blushing spreading over her cheeks at the near non-existent distance.
âOn the friend and our dynamic,â he nodded as she spoke, a pink strand curling over his forehead in an absurdly adorable way. âIf I was willing to lose them, if itâd ruin what we have.â If youâd run away screaming, she added, watching the way Natsuâs forehead crinkled in thought.
âSounds like ya think about it a lot,â Natsu murmured, a soft, nervous, smile playing at his lips. âAnyone in particular?â
âYouâre the one asking all the questions,â Lucy reminded him, forcing an easy laugh to tumble from her lips. âShould I be wondering if youâre considering confessing to anyone anytime soon?â She regretted the words the second they left her lips, wished she could reach into the air and gag them back down her throat. She hated herself for uttering them the second a blush as pink as Natsuâs dyed hair spread over his cheeks and a smile so endearing she could feel the yearning in her chest turn to something sharp and green tinged.
âIââ Natsu swallowed, his usual cocky swagger seeming to fail him. âYou have to promise not to hate me?â
âIs it someone I donât like?â Lucy guessed, ignoring the sinking feeling twisting within her gut. âI donât even think there is a girl I donât likeâis thereâor is it like my cousin orââ
âLucy,â Natsu cut off her rambling, his eyes momentarily dropping her own to glance down at her lips before slowly trailing back up. âIf you donât want this, I really need you to tell me now.â
Lucy could feel the dangerous glimmer of hope grow to a wildfire as she swallowed, forcing the words to slip off her tongue. âWant what?â Again, Natsuâs eyes drifted down to her lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own. âNatsu?â Anything else she considered saying was silenced by the soft feel of Natsuâs lips pressing against her own, and honestly, she didnât feel like talking much after that, anyway.
Lucy practically melted into the kiss, letting her eyes flutter shut as she tangled her fingers in silky, smoke-scented pink, feeling Natsuâs hand wrap around her waist before tugging her closer, a relieved sigh slipping in the space between them. The books she had always gushed to Levy about were wrong about what kissing someone you love was really like, they were so wrong because it was so much better than anything anyone could put in writing. When they finally broke apart, a slightly dumb-struck, dopey grin was painted over Natsuâs face, one Lucy was sure matched the one on her own.
âIf that was just for the bet Iâmââ she cut herself off with her own shriek as a pillow slammed into her head. âNatsuââ she squealed, raising her arms up to defend herself from the sudden pillow onslaught.
âDonât ever insult yourself like that again,â he grumbled, holding himself up by one elbow. âObviously, I like you, I have for years.â Lucy could feel warmth spread over her cheeks, but she was too distracted by being consumed by the warmth within her to care much about her blush.
âSay that again?â
âFor years?â Natsu repeated, his usual shit-eating grin back at home on his face. âWeird request, princess.â
âNot that part.â
âI like you,â he said, a warm smile replacing his grin as he ducked his head down, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. âI like you so much,â her other cheek, âItâs embarrassing,â he added, pressing his lips against her forehead. âCouldnât even be mad at Loke because I finally had an excuse to try and make a move.â
âYou couldâve always made a move, idiot,â Lucyâs words were laced in an almost sickening fondness as she grinned up at him, half-waiting to hear the blaring of her alarm clock. âClearly, it wouldâve worked.â
âWell, I see that now,â Natsu teased, rolling his eyes. âBut, like you said,â he shrugged, pulling her even closer. âDidnât want to risk losing you.â
âYou have me,â she muttered, pressing a kiss to his chest before burying her face against it. âAs a best friend andââ
âMy girlfriend?â Natsu cut her off, excitement working its way into his tone. âWell, both, butââ
âBoth, yes,â it was Lucyâs turn to cut him off, a wide grin spreading over her features. âYou have me as both.â
âForever,â Natsu mused into her hair, his smile evident in his tone. A moment of comfortable silence passed before he spoke again, something akin to dread in his voice. âWe have Loke to thank for this.â
âHe can never know,â Lucy wasnât sure if she had ever spoken so fast in her life. âWe stick with our old story.â
âAgreed.â
Even if they did have Lokeâs stupid bet to thank for them finally getting their shit together, Lucy would never be another reason that manâs ego grew faster than the Grinchâs heart.
#fairy tail#nalu#nalu fanfiction#nalu fanfic#fairytail fanfic#fairytail#natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#i had to fight wifi and god to post this#legit posted it on my mobile#nalu gift exchange 2024#spade stars#gift exchange 2024
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variety pack of boyfriend flavors â¤ď¸đ
#dreamworks trolls#broppy#branch x poppy#branch trolls#poppy trolls#rock zombie branch#she love her bf <333#my au.. i need a proper au name for him >:(#i personally think the cartoon picked weird colors for him but its whatever#trolls world tour#trolls the beat goes on#im going back to bed.. my head is killing me#fanart#my art#chibi#cute#tumblr artist#artist on tumblr#oh before i forgor i might put togeather the different bwanches in another post if idk yet
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Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship
#saw carnation lily lily rose by john singer seargent irl today. it was basically at my doorstep all along idk why i never went to see it#it was placed at a corner in the gallery. me and my friend sat down and sketched the paintings of beautiful naked people quite badly. paper#provided by tate britain. she told me about how she couldnt look her boyfriend in the face after a harrowing film about war. when i say the#interview was informal i mean the person who was supposed to be my boss told me let me get you a cider and then he said after#50 years of life he knows people are inherently good and it only takes a little bit of kindness to save this world. he said he tricked#his wife into keeping the baby and then he said he quit his job at a US bank to help people find meaning and in it#he would have liked to find meaning. instead he started climbing with his friends. he said he chews his cigarettes because its a habit from#when he had to hide things from people. the entire time i felt uncomfortable and incredibly enlightened. this is my friends mentor. she has#his pattern of pauses and expletive and penchant for ends-justify-means attitude. i do think im not very clever#but maybe one day i will love you enough to make up for it. i wrote code i dont understand staring at the final error i thought about how#we both thought of how when we're too old to remember the voices of our friends we would like to stand in the pathway of the LHC beam pipe#cut it open and eat light in the freezing cold vacuum (kills you long before radiation will) the invisible puncture wound unfolding dna#back to the start larger than you ever were. you go to heaven once youve been to hell. my friend is in my bed#practicing calculations of eigenvectors by hand and she is uninterested in a visual proof you are uninterested in incompetence#we catch a train this is your kind of burden you tragic hero wincing at that word you only do this because you have to. im the only one#who can. i am a coward in this for the fucking poetry. the visual proofs. the pretty numbers. an architect who was horrible at maths wanted#to be a philosopher and accidentally ended up neck in deep in 70th Error On Visual Studio Code i want to kiss your eyes before we say#goodbye we both know there is no love in the way there should be. I still have your dress in my wardrobe. i hope you make art.#you think im alright head-wise i think you fucking hate me i think ill never be so clever you want me to tell you my idea?#if you wanted more of this world i would have liked to kiss you harder. we cant both be like this. im sorry i cant be with you the whole wa#the love is gone if you have to ask it. his breath catches his eyes feel stiff it is -1.9 kelvin he is near the beam pipe i miss holding#his hand i miss her singing voice i miss his hair and i found the antonym of pain thank you for carrying me home.
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tonight on thinking about homura and madoka.
#........................................dude#head in hands#ALMOST A HUNDRED FUCKING TIMES SHE WAS TRAPPED IN THE LOOP ALMOST A HUNDRED. FUCKING. TIMES#god#they give me so many emotions#theres something about doomed timeloops where over and over again you have to watch the one person you gave everything to save#die over and over and over. and you just have to get back up again knowing that you wont be able to save them#but you get up anyways and you try again even as you slowly lose yourself to the point they dont even recognize you anymore.#they barely know you at all. but thats okay because it was always for them anyways so who cares if they dont know you as long as theyre saf#it was always for them. because they were everything. and without them you are nothing at all. even if they dont know you.#at one point they did. at one point they loved you. and it was everything.#and holy FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk#you guys I could talk about homura for hours#SHE SPENT 12 YEARS IN THAT LOOP. 12 YEARS.#GUYS. SHE WAS 14 YEARS OLD WHEN SHE MADE THE WISH. 14. SHE WAS 14 FUCKING. YEARS OLD.#i love homura. she is my daughter she is aksifhmkjhsngkjnhajfsjkgnskjgh#augh. doomed yuri. my doomed daughters. they just wanted to protect each other. and it cost them everything.#pmmm#raven rambles#theres a pattern here. you see. you see how my favorite characters are always the ones who only live for one other person#to the point it kills them. it leads them to kill. they felt unconditional love for the first time and it is their death.#they know it is. and they walked into hell willingly but they couldnt die. not if there was a chance they could have that again.#not if there was a chance the one who loved them could be safe from that pain. do you see. theres a fucking pattern here#they'll watch themselves become someone they hate but someone who might be able to save them this time. do you understand#augh. okay I'll shut up and go to bed#Im just having Emotions tonight ig
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Fell back asleep for a while (still have a horrible headache btw) and I had the most disturbing dream that I'm going to tell you guys about in the tags
#so i was on a road trip with a bunch of people i dont even know and there were like 10 of us packed into a van#and they were so fucking loud and my head was hurting even in my dream so i was like CAN EVERYONE PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UP#and we get to this hotel or like house place thats like a hotel#amd we go inside and i go check the fridge and there was a thick lemonade snoothie looking drink in this clear pitcher in the fridge#and i pulled it out and look inside and there was a live fucking lizard in there all covered in the smoothie stuff trying to escape#and i was like damn i should let that outside in a minute#but i went to looks for meds first bc like i said my head was hurting even in my dream#and when i come back the pitcher is empty (no lizard no smoothie stuff)#and i was like ...... did someone drink this??#and this guy was like nah that was cake batter i put in the oven#and i was like YOU FUCKING PUT IT WHERE????#so i get this sheet pan out of the oven and there is a half baked cake and in the middle was the lizard all charred and dead looking#and i was like fuck dude you killed it#but then#BUT THEN#the fucking lizard gets up and jumped out of the cake batter and starts speed running around the place like up on the walls and ceiling#and it seemed pissed as hell#like rightfully so bc someone tried to bake it into a cake but still#so i was running around trying to stay away from it bc i got the impression that it would bite whoever it got close to#and then i woke up and for a second it felt like something was crawling on me#and i had a small/brief panic as i checked the bed for any lizards (there was nothing there)#and now im awake and my head hurts even worse and my throat hurts and my body hurts and its very possible that im sick
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Roach apologists i applaud you for having more courage than the marines because tonight i have become the biggest threat to your kind. Your sworn nemesis. There was a fucking german cockroach on my pillow and now i will never hear any of you out ever again. I cant even tell if im joking
#insects tw#i am literally so upset i didnt even react#i just threw my pillow off the bed and killed it and now i want to shave my head and scrub the floor. burn my mattress#its a miracle im even laying down but im sleeping backwards#resting my head where my feet go.#i dont know where the fucker came from or how long its been here#let alone how long it was IN MY BED#and of course now im paranoid#currently suffering from a case of the buggies like never before. my leg hairs feel like bugs rn#what the fuck would have happened if i hadnt gotten up to pee. i feel sick#the worst part is that i went to chug my water to prevent attracting more. there was a dead ant in my cup#sleeping with a shirt for once cuz my back is so hyper ticklish that even laying flat it felt like theres roaches on me#literally my best bet is that this roach came from the boat earlier#guess im purging my room tomorrow. cool#vent
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Holding my boyfriend down in the dirt while its raining and dripping rain water off my hair and into his eyes and mouth while making him say over and over please dont kill me please dont kill me
#Yakuza loveblog#feels unethical but its fine he'll be fine he loves being brutally axe murdered in the woods alone at night#luka is curled up so compactly that i accidentally rested both my feet on her and didnt even realise it was her#i was just like whys there a hairy footrest by the bed ...... and she didnt even move or nothing .. .girl you can say no#wish i had long hair so that it could get into both our mouths while im wrestling kiryu need long hair so he has something to grab when hes#trying to pull me off his body like a tick and just like a tick i leave my decapitated head and teeth stuck on his skin#i know its just playing a game but it really feels weird that hes letting me kill him ... throw some punches lover... dont just lie there#... hee hee . just kidding its cute .. now how do i tell him ... how much i like him.... hee hee#hey can we go into the woods to talk ... and then i start firing my gun at him and laughing hysterically and i chase him until he feels#like hes gonna cough up his lungs hee hee dont be scared hee hee ... he didnt even fight back hes so cute... he just let me scare him into#submission ... he wouldnt even stand up when i told him to ... now im sitting on himm should i do it should i go in for the kissy#im sure out there theres a universe where i kill him and another where he kills me .. hee hee ... well i dont know what he does with my#body but i know what i do with his .. i have s
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this is petty n most likely an issue of ive just been exposed to entirely different shit but those posts about how people complaining about redemption arcs is bad bc its important message that people can change is just completely ignoring why people are actually complaining cause the big two examples i can think of for why people complain about redemptions are 1. the redemption is poorly written n ignores and/or retcons the previous seriousness of their wrongdoings just because the writer(s) want them to be good now n its kind of hard to do that if (for example) we take the lives they intentionally n mercilessly killed into account and 2. this character is an abuser but instead of taking accountability n bare minimum apologizing n letting their victim(s) choose whether they wish to still have them in their life the writer(s) choose a narrative where the abuser doesnt really have to change as a person they just dont abuse anyone anymore n the framing is weirdly unsympathetic to their victim(s)
#bonk.txt#annoys me even more bc of it using the good place as an example bc THE GOOD PLACE HAVE AN ABUSER WHO BECOMES A BETTER PERSON#AND IS SYMPATHETIC TO HER VICTIM FOR BEING HURT N UPSET THAT HER MOM WAS CAPABLE OF CHANGE BUT DIDNT CHANGE FOR HER#its not the concept of someone improving n growing as a person as a person that people dislike they dislike bad inconsistent writing#n (intentional or not) narratives of abuse victims having to forgive their abuser and or ignore the harm done to them!!#the elements of ''its kind of facist to not forgive people'' and ''i was kind of a shit person so its important for me to see characters#who are also kind of shit change as people'' also suck#first thing it is an actual issue that people are unforgiving n ignore how someone's changed to go after them for shit that is years old#but as already stated thats not the usual reason people complain about this shit n it feels disingenuous to bring that up#cause people thought a show you liked is badly written when that tactic is usually used to target minorities n silence them for disagreeing#with someone or being mildly annoying#usually they didn't even do anything to warrant this response n the shit being dug up to vilify them is like a nonissue twisted into harm#second thing is like ur probably perceiving urself as worse than you are you definitely never killed anyone n you most likely havent#intentionally cultivated a situation where u can get away with multiple people with no consequences ur at worst probably just an asshole#n its a weird overreaction to reach for these kinds of characters when theres more out there that resemble#ur situation n the growth u experience as a person that as a bonus are also probably better written#this is just like straight up brain vomit i i need to go back to bed n also im probably mixing posts in my head but hhh#people dont like bad writing it is mostly that simply n when its not for either of the proper reasons ive stated#then its usually related to some kind of bigotry n holding minorities to a higher standard than they would if it was just some white guy#which is still an actual issue but again unrelated to people disliking that we're capable of change#i complain about it a lot whenever a character is widely hated for at best things they'd forgive their (canonically cishet male) blorbo for#n at worst genuinely nothing just bc the character happens to be nonwhite/a woman/a kid/traumatized/not whatever's considered#to be ''palatable'' but thats a separate issue n not even the point the posts im complaining about are trying to make#the second example (in the actual post ive written n not in the tags) is probably like too specific#n also i havent like touched the thing im vaguing there in years n its how the situation was when it was last touched upon when i still#somewhat kept up to it but whatever the gist is still there even if its not one to one
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deputy's daughter
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warnings: 18+ only!, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pull out method, caught
ârafe!â you hiss as he makes his way into your room through his preferred method of the window. âmy dad is going to kill you!â
âis he home?â he questions. he didn't see the cop car sitting in your driveway, which is why he scaled the lattice to sneak inside.
âno, but he's gonna be home any minute now!â you keep your voice quiet despite the rest of the house being empty.
âlet me kiss you until he gets home then.â rafe says, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a heated kiss. you know it's never just a kiss with him, but you can't help but open your lips for his adventurous tongue, gripping his shirt to pull him in closer.
rafe smirks against your mouth. he could have texted you asking you to let him, but that would have taken all the fun out of it.Â
âyou have to leave as soon as my dad gets home.â you scold him as rafe lays you back on your bed.Â
âi know you canât keep quiet.â rafe chuckles, hand groping at your tits through your thin pajama shirt. thankfully the flood lights above the garage are motion sensored, and with your open window they'll alert you when your dad gets home.
âif only deputy shoupe knew what i was doing to his little angel of a daughter.â rafe chuckles as you send him a glare, tugging at his shirt in a silent plea for him to take it off.
âshut up, cameron. he likes you anyways.â you roll your eyes. now if it was a pogue in your bed, that would be a whole different story.Â
âmhm.â rafe nods, tugging your shirt up, revealing your bare chest. âim just so charming. all the parents love me.â
âall?â you raise your eyebrows, taking your shirt the rest of the way off, flinging it across the room. âyou mean you do this with other girls.â
ânot anymore.â rafe shakes his head, mouth dropping to your nipple, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. âyou know they don't compare to that delicious pussy, baby.â
you tsk. âit's a shame you don't have time to eat it then.âÂ
rafe sighs dramatically, like it physically hurts him to not be able to give you head, to let his tongue drag through your folds and slurp up your juices.
âjust a quick taste then ill fuck you, promise.â rafe tugs your pajama shorts down, knowing you never wear underwear just for him as he buries his face between your legs, forcing your thighs apart as his greedy mouth explores your pussy.
âdelicious, baby.â rafe groans, voice vibrating against your skin. âmy favorite meal.â he continues for only a moment longer, flicking his tongue against your entrance before moving up to press a wet kiss to your clit, making you moan out, eyes flickering to your window, making sure you somehow didn't miss the floodlights turning on.
rafe stands up with a lick of his lips, quickly undressing himself until he's just as bare as you are.
âcondom?â he asks, forgetting to put one in his pocket, so caught up with getting over to your house on time, even running from his car to your yard, always parking a block away to not cause suspicion.
âfuck, you didn't bring one?â you groan, turning towards your bedside table. you squint in the low light as you scrounge through the drawer, but you know that you used the last one with rafe a week ago.
âjustâŚâ you sigh, pressing your forehead into the bed. âjust pull out, okay?â
âpromise.â rafe nods, eyes on your ass like they have been since you first turned onto your stomach, only half listening to what you're saying, but glad that you're still letting him fuck you.
rafe kneels over your legs before you can move back to your front or rise to your hands and knees. âstay like that.â he hums, gripping his cock and pushing it between your thighs, rubbing the head through your slick.
âfuck, you're so hot.â rafe groans as you reach behind your back, pulling your ass apart to show off both of your holes. âgonna let me play with this one one day?â rafe hums, his tip sliding past your entrance to your other hole, tapping against it.
âmaybe.â you smirk. but certainly not today, not when you're already playing on limited time.
rafe slides back down to your cunt, pushing in as he leans forward, covering your body with his own. one hand keeps him held up, stopping from putting his complete weight on you, while the other grips your ass.
âfuck.â rafe groans out, his voice sounding more hoarse than usual. âyou feel so good with nothing in between us.â
you moan as well as rafe bottoms out, pushing as far in as your pussy allows. he sits still, allowing you to adjust, to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. he goes from giving you nothing to pounding into you in an instant, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room.
rafe gives a glance at the window. lights still off. he smirks down at you, your hands now gripping into the bedsheets as he plows into you from behind, using the full force of his hips with every thrust.
âm-more.â you mewl out, body shuddering as rafe manages to go deeper with a tilt of his hips, along with you arching your back and bringing your ass up further into the air.
you let out loud groans with every thrust that's now hitting your sweet spot, pushing your orgasm quickly to the surface.
âfuck baby, you're so tight.â rafe grunts out. âdon't know how much longer i can last.â
âre-remember to pull out.â you manage to hum out, even though you wish you could feel him fill you up, you're not on birth control and are already taking a risk with having sex at all.
âass or tits?â rafe questions.Â
âass.â you shake your hips from side to side, making rafe let out a loud curse, pulling out sooner than he'd like to to jack himself off, spilling almost instantly over your ass and back, spreading long ropes of cum along your skin.
rafe is quick to grab a tissue and clean you off, as much as he likes seeing you covered in his cum, he's got other things to focus on.
just as he's about to flip you over to eat you out, the lights outside turn on.
âfuck!â you curse, knowing you have seconds before your dad enters the house. you turn over to look at rafe. you gotta get out.â
âyou didn't cum yet.â rafe shakes his head, body covering you again, pressing you back down into the plush mattress. âim not leaving without giving you at least one orgasm.â
âyou're gonna be leaving with a bullet in your chest if my dad catches you!â you hiss out.
âitll be worth it.â rafe manages to force his hand underneath you, finding your clit with ease as he rubs his fingers between your folds.Â
ây/n!â your dads voice calls out. you usually greet him downstairs, staying locked in your room is bound to cause suspicion.
ârafe.â you moan out quietly. âplease, stop.â you can barely keep yourself from screaming out as his fingers just move faster, his weight pressing down on you too much to move.
âbabygirl?â shoupe calls out, his loud footsteps marching up the stairs.
âi-in my room!â you call out.
âyou okay?â he asks, now right outside your door. you have to cover your mouth as rafe flicks your clit. you take a deep breath before answering.
âyeah, fine!â your voice wobbles a little, something you know your dad notices. âjust period cramps!â
âcan i get you some midol?â he questions, and you know his ear is pressed to the door, listening for any signs that something is amiss as rafe rubs you quicker, refusing to slow down, needing to get an orgasm out of you.
âalready took some!â you call out, having to press your face into your mattress as you cum, body shaking as rafe smirks above you, hearing your muffled noises. âi think im just gonna go to bed early.â you say as soon as you recover.
âalright, goodnight sweetheart.âÂ
rafe finally allows you to flip over, lifting himself to lay on his side next to you. you raise your eyebrows and hold your finger to your lips, signaling rafe to be quiet until you hear your father's footsteps move down the hallway.
ârafe, you almost got us caught!â you whisper, giving him a shove on the shoulder, only to be met by a proud smile on his face.
âhad to get you off, princess, otherwise it wouldn't be fair.â rafe leans forward to plant a kiss on your lips, feeling the way you melt against him.
âam i forgiven?â he questions.
âyeah, just get out.â you giggle quietly. you think your dad bought your explanation, but you can never be too sure.
rafe dresses quickly, throwing your pajamas onto the bed so you can also get decent.
âgotta give you one more kiss.â he leans over your bed to give you a sweet kiss, lips moving gently against each others.
âokay, now go.â you shoo rafe out, heading to the window now that your legs feel a bit more stable, watching him climb down the lattice. he gives you a wave once his feet hit the concrete, only for his entire body to freeze when the side door opens up, your dad stepping out into the light.
ârafe cameron, im going to kill you!â
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quietgamer!matt x sleepy!reader perhaps.
matt sitting at his desk, sometime around two or three in the morning. he's trying not to disturb the lump in his bed which he recognizes as you when you let out a noise in your fit of slumber and the mess of hair peeking from the sheets. the light of his monitor is harsh however, illuminating the room and casting moving shadows everywhere.
his eyes dart back and forth, tuned into the fortnite match he was currently in. his eyes are a little bleary and there are dark bags under them, despite the brunette not being tired. he tended to stay up or wake up in the middle of the night, and as for you? you slept like a baby.
matt found it adorable if he's being honest, which is why when some kid kills him he's banging his desk before wincing and letting a curse fall under his breath. he doesn't notice the ball in his bed shift and move about, the sound of the sheets rustling failing to get to his ears covered by his headset.
the sound of your footsteps is soft as you pad against his floor, eyes squinting from the blinding light of his monitor. soon you're stood next to matt, standing there and yawning until his head is turning to look up at you with a crooked grin. "sorry baby, woke y'up? my bad." his voice is a little deeper than usual, and he just sounds so good.
matt lets one of his hands leave his controller, legs spreading in the pair of grey sweatpants he had on. a ringed hand pats his thigh gently, eyes already locked onto the new game about to start as he motioms for you to take a seat on his lap. "c'mon, theree y'go.." his voice sounds like honey to your ears, all smooth and rich once you're settled into the warmth of his body.
matt lets you shift around and get all comfortable, arms wrapping around your middle to hold you close and still play his game, thumbs swiftly pressing buttons on his controller as you settle your face into the crook of his neck. "'m sorry, didn't mean to wake y'up." because he really didn'tânormally matt succeeds in not waking you, but he just got a little too pissed off this time.
"s'okay," your voice is raspy and heavy with sleep, muffle slightly against his skin as you hear matt let out a little chuckle. you briefly feel his head turning before a soft kiss is laid onto your head, followed by a curse as you feel matt sit up a little straighter in his chair.
and the two of you stay like that, until matt's had enough of his game and is a little pissed off. his hands are holding onto your hips and one is sneaking under the waistband of your pajama bottoms, groping at your ass as he hums lowly. his fingers find the edge of your panties, two of them rubbing over your cunt all slow and languidly.
"why're you so wet, huh? jus' been sittin' here with me n' you're already soaked?" his voice holds an air of amusement, and you can't do much except whine out of exhaustion and need. your hips shift back, trying to grind against matt's two fingers.
"c'mon baby, whaddya need? need my fingers, huh? need to get off like a needy bitch?" his words are somewhat mean, yet his actions are somewhat kind. matt lets his fingers rub over your clit before shifting your panties to the side and sinking his middle and ring finger into your cunt so easily.
you're humping back against him slowly, pants and little moans growing slightly louder in volume. "s'right.. there we go, good girl."
take rhis while i work on the second part to that other post thank you v much for 700+ notes on rhat as well like.
as always, not proofread. it's 3 am and im horribly tired goodnight
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Katsuki had been gone for a month on an assignment and not only had he been away from you all that time, but itâd also been one of the most exhausting assignments heâd been on. Which is why he had EVERY intention of getting home and passing out in your shared bed for the next 3-4 business days.
He had a plan. Get home, take a shower and get directly into bed. Fuck food, fuck putting his things away.
But that entire plan went up in smoke when he got home.
He walks in with all his stuff and just drops everything close to the entrance. He trudges his way through the house and into your bedroom, when he hears the shower cut off.
He knew you were home because your car was in the driveway, but expected you to greet in the front room but he now sees you were otherwise occupied. What he didnât expect was for you to come scampering out of the damn bathroom completely naked and dripping wet.
You of course screamed bloody murder because you hadnât heard him come in.
âKatsuki what the hell?!! You scared the shit out of me! I couldâve killed you.â
He snorts, âwith what? Your tits? Death by smothering??â
âMaybe dammit. My hearts almost came out of my throat.â
âSo this is what you do when Iâm gone huh?â He asks as he starts walking over to you. âWalk around naked and wet and what?? Do you air dry?â At this point his voice had dropped an octave or two and you could feel his eyes roaming over your body.
âNo i d-donât air dryâŚ. Well that wasnât my intention this time. I just left my towel out here.â
âMmmmâŚâ and he snakes his arms around your waist pulling you to him focusing his eyes on yours. â I get home after a month and you dont even seem excited to see me.â
âWell maybe if you hadnât tried to give me a heart attackâŚouch asshole. Why the hell did you pinch my ass?â
âBe nice to me. Iâm tired and jetlaggedâŚ. And now, because of you Iâm hardâ he of course takes this moment the press his groin up against you so you can feel how hard he actually is.
Your hands are resting on his biceps before the slide up and your hands sift into his hair.
âWell let me just dry off and Iâll help you with thatâ and you have the nerve to try and pull away from him.
âWhy would you go dry off when I like you just like this hmm? Wet. And Naked.â And then he presses his firm lips against yours before sliding his hands down to cup both of your ass cheeks.
âTell me you missed me brat. Iâve been here 5minutes and you havenât said it.â He says with his lips pressed up against you ear and then he moves down and start placing sloppy kisses on your neck.
âOf, fuck, of course I missed you Katsuki. I sent you voice messages e-everyday telling you how much I missed you.â You whine.
âI donât believe you.â And you jump before letting out a moan when this asshole slaps the hell out of one of your asscheeks. Then he slides his hand down and in between your puffy pussy lips.
When he pulls back to look at you there is a smirk playing on his lips. âMaybe you did miss me.â
âI told you.â You say as a pout forms on your lips.
âI canât be sure though. I need you to prove it.â
âProve it how Kat? Iâm wet for you already. Is that not enough??â
Then his smirk turns into the most devilish smile youâve ever see. â i told you im exhausted from fighting villains, and you know making the world a safer place.â
âGet to the point you terrible manâ
He chuckles at that. âWell that means I need you to be a big girl and do all the work this time. Need you to get my cock all wet with that filthy mouth of yours and then need you to ride me til I fill up my pretty little cunt ok?? Can you do that for me?â
All you can do is nod your head and drop to your knees.
This definitely not how he pictured his arrival home. It was so much better.
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*also this isnât proofread in the slightest so sorryđ¤
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đŞđđđđđđťđžđ: 'đąđđđđ đśđđžđđž đ¨ đśđşđđ đ¸đđ.' ŕźŕż L.K.
⤡ Dubcon/Noncon | Knife Play | Spanking
âą word count: 2.3k
âą warnings: this has darker content!! dont like? dont interact: dubcon/noncon, fem!reader, ghostface!minho, reader switches up during the ending but during the smut minho has control, knife play (1 small nick and he carves his name into readers back but its shallow), light mentions of blood, spanking, p in v with no prep or condom (be safe about this irl pls), open ending?
âą notes: this was so self indulgent because im slowly becoming obsessed with slashers again đĽ´
not properly proofread! i will go through it later in the day after i sleep <3
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The cabin you were staying at was eerily silent as you sat in the dimly lit living room. It was a rental that you had planned to stay at for a week to spend your vacation off of work and it was absolutely beautiful during the day. Though, the forest surrounding it combined with the knowledge of just how far the nearest area with people made for a rather scary experience during the night time.
Part of you was on edge as you made your way past the floor-to-ceiling windows towards the kitchen and chills ran up your spine as you stared out those same windows only to be met with complete darkness. Not even the moon was enough to cast light on the tall trees.
âMaybe a glass of water will help.â You had been tossing and turning in bed for hours before you gave up and settled in the living room, only to discover that there was no signal on the TV. You were lucky to have even 1 bar as you opened your phone to check the time; 2:46 AM.
It wasnât a horrible time to be awake, but the promise of sleep would have helped with the paranoid itching in the back of your head. Anybody could break in and nobody wouldnât know until it was too late. And even if you knew, you were a long way from any means of help-
A sudden creak in the floorboards catches your attention. Your neck snapped towards the dark hallway, then again to the huge windows as your heart raced. The Airbnb host stated that itâs an old house so itâs known to make many noises, so âIt was probably nothingâ. You repeated this to yourself over and over again as you chugged the rest of your water and turned to clean the glass, hoping the distraction would help with the anxiety.
But just as your hand wraps around the tap handle, another creak is heard and a hand wraps around your mouth. Another slides around your front and pushes a long kitchen knife against your neck. The intruder uses his whole body to roughly push you into the counter and your heart drops as you let out a scream in surprise.
The feeling of the cold counter is almost soothing as his deep, nearly robotic, voice meets your ears. âHavenât seen you around here before⌠If I take my hand off your mouth, you wonât make me angry and scream for help, right?â He slides the knife along your neck, nicking the skin there slightly as a warning.
Your lack of a response makes him chuckle and he traces the tip of the knife along your cheek, âItâs not like anybody will hear you anyway, but I wouldnât want this pretty face to get hurt. So what do you say?â You nod as best as you can in this position and let out a quiet sob when his palm releases your face.
âP-PleaseâŚDonât kill me.â Your plea comes out in a quiet whisper, hoping the hushed voice wonât upset your attacker. If it does, he doesnât let it be seen in the slightest.
âShhhhhâ He tuts at you and rolls his hips forward, rubbing his hard-on against your ass and forcing your hips farther into the countertop. The pinching of your skin between your bone and the marble top makes you hiss in pain, but he ignores you and rubs your hip with his now free hand.
âLetâs play a game~â He doesnât give you time to respond before he flips you around, wrapping a hand around your neck as he roughly pins you to the counter again.
Youâre finally met with his face- or what would be his face, but is instead a long, white ghost mask that would be comical if you didnât notice the feeling of a drop of blood running down your neck from where he nicked you.
âIâm a little stressed out, so Iâm gonna fuck this sweet cunt of yours. If you play nice, Iâll let you live. But if you act like a bitch, I'll kill you!â
The joyful tone in his voice causes your skin to crawl and you let out a quiet sob of fear at the deadly ultimatum. Your choices are quite slim, and you canât deny the ache thatâs starting between your legs, so you donât take long to nod in agreement.
âMmmm⌠Smart girl. Letâs get this off of you then, yeah?â He tugs at your pajama shorts and finally moves the knife off your skin, giving you just enough leeway to move around and pull your shorts down. Once theyâre far enough down your legs to drop to your ankles on their own, the unknown man behind you spins you around and immediately pulls your shirt up and over your head.
He sighs almost dreamily against the mask and you watch his head tilt down as he takes in your naked torso. You can feel his stare on you for a while longer until his head tilts further and heâs met with the sight of your pretty panties- the ones that are keeping him from his âprize.â
He curses under his breath and snakes his empty hand to the back of your neck. He grasps you tightly and uses his grip there to lead you to the huge windows, pushing you against them roughly.
âWhat a pretty piece of ass you got here, baby.â The hand on your neck moves down in favor of grabbing a handful of your ass cheek, landing a teasing slap there as he finishes his sentences. âMight have to go home with you- make you my little pet.â You moan both at the implication of him following you home as well as the delicious sting on your ass.
The masked man chuckles darkly and lands a harsher slap on your other ass cheek. âCall me crazy but I think you like that idea. Hmmmm? Wanna be my little kitty- my little toy for me to fuck whenever I feel like it?â You were starting to get too comfortable, and he seems to realize it. So he brings you back right to where he wants you by sliding his free hand around to your tummy.Â
The occupied hand runs the sharp side of the knife around your back, leaving shallow lines that you canât quite make out. But none of that matters. Not when heâs sliding his hand into your panties, rubbing his gloved fingertip through your soaked folds.
Youâre almost thankful that he canât tell through the gloves, but the stinging pain of the knife almost carving into your skin is diverting your attention from the rough circles on your clit. Thankfully, though, he finishes his âdesignâ faster than you thought he would.
The feeling of a thick finger entering you grabs your attention, making you moan loudly and buck your hips against his hand. A muffled laugh is heard through the mask and his voice is husky as he speaks again, âGonna be good for me and let me fuck this pretty pussy now, yeah?â
You don't respond right away and he pulls his finger out of you, pinching your clit meanly. âI asked you a question.â His partially wet glove comes down harshly on your ass and leaves a red mark in its wake.
You let out a squeak at the pain and apologize profusely before responding to him. âY-Yes!â
âGood girl. You almost lost the game there, baby.â He laughs to himself and you watch in the reflection of the glass as he brings the knife down between your thighs. Part of you is horrified at what he might try, and the other part is rather aroused at the possibilities that run through your head.
But he shuts them all down when he slides the dull side against your thigh and leads it to your underwear. He runs his hand along your spine and leans you forward, pushing your ass out for him as the knife dips into your underwear- dull side up.
With this he slices downwards in one swoop, slicing your panties and causing you to gasp in surprise. You can almost hear the smile on his face as he shushes you and slices one of the sides next.
Your arms shake as they rest against the cold glass of the window and you sit there helplessly as he rids you of the ruined fabric. Once youâre left completely bare, he whistles in satisfaction and leans back.
His hand squeezes your ass cheek appreciatively as the hand with the knife rests at your hip, itching to touch you as well but knowing better than to let his guard down so easily. No matter how well-behaved you've been for him so far.
âSuch a pretty thing. I really should keep you to myself.â He hums and bites down on your ear. You hear the knife get tossed beside you onto the wood floor before one of his hands slides into your hair, tangling with the strands there and tugging your neck backward.Â
All of a sudden the sound of metal hitting wood meets your ears and you see the knife lying on the floor, a couple of feet from where you two stand. Then his hands are removed from you for mere seconds as he hooks his thumbs into his pants and pushes down, hurriedly shoving his boxers down alongside his jeans.
The sound of his jeans hitting the floor makes your thighs clench and he takes notice immediately. He coos from behind you and you can almost hear the smile on his face through the mask as he slides himself through your folds a few times, teasing you and testing how far gone heâs got you.
Your desperate grinding gives him the only answer he needs and he finally pushes in, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him.
âShit⌠You feel so good.â The cool plastic of the ghost mask meets your shoulder as he lays his forehead down against it.
You canât hold back the whine that builds in the back of your throat and your nails scratch into the glass as much as they physically can as he starts to move already.
âP-PleaseâŚâ Youâre not so sure what youâre asking for. Maybe it was mercy. Or maybe, just maybe, all those months of research about some local town's serial killer were finally paying off.
But who needs to know that? The man behind you is completely oblivious as he pulls his hips back just to drive them back into you. You barely remember it yourself from the way his tip, thick and pulsing, rams into your G-spot.
So much so that you can feel your orgasm sneaking up so much sooner than it usually would. It eventually wracks through your body like a train as the hand in your hair tightens, holding you close to him as he slows his hips to a slow grind.
âFffuck.. Tight little cunt, baby. But Iâm not done just yet.â He picks up his pace once more and uses his free hand to caress your hips, squeezing the flesh there appreciatively before landing a slap against the same area.
He soothes it with another rub, though short-lived before his hand finds its home on your ass cheek. There he lands a series of slaps paired with his muffled moans as you clench around him incessantly.
The hand in your hair finally releases its grip only to find another on the back of your throat again. He uses this one to hold you in place, keeping your cheek pressed flush against the window as he fucks into you with no care.
He continues to use you like his personal fleshlight as he grunts behind you, legs shaking from his oncoming release. The same release that is left deep in your walls, swimming around before dripping out onto your abused folds.
You both moan in unison as you cum around him again, whining at the sharp thrusts that were meant to fuck his seed further into you.
He finally pulls out once your cunt is done milking him and he pulls out a phone from his jeans, snapping a quick photo with flash on before laughing to himself behind his mask.
While heâs occupied with his delusions, you decide itâs time to make your move.Â
You push his chest lightly and watch as he collapses onto the couch, head tilted up at you in amusement while his arms settle on the back cushions.
âYeah?â His voice is deep and breathy, it goes straight between your thighs and you almost moan at simply hearing him like that as well as the confident stance heâs taken. But you have a mission on your mind.
One that includes rushing to pick up the knife from the floor and not giving him a chance to respond before youâre straddling his thick thighs and pressing the knife to his throat.
His arms stay in place on the cushions and he huffs out a laugh in pure amusement, waiting patiently for you to make your next move.
What he didnât expect was the grinding of your now leaking cunt on his now hardening cock. He moans lowly at the feeling and goes to rest a hand on your hip, only to be met with your hand slapping it away and the other digging the knife into the skin of his neck. Karma.
âI won your game fair and square. So letâs play my game.â Your hand reaches up under the mask and tears it off his face.Â
Heâs not sure why a potential survivor seeing his face doesnât worry him. But when his tip catches onto your clit and you hold the knife steady against his neck, he thinks heâs just fallen in love.
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cramps
pairing: matt x reader
summary: youâre on your period and matt does anything and everything to soothe the pain away
warnings: fluff! period cramps, romance, care, reassurance, wholesome, pet names (sweet/pretty girl)
word count: 717
i toss and turn as i feel my pre period cramps start to form
my period is not suppose to come for another 5 days but my cramps always come first, as a warning
i check raise my head to check the clock and see what time it is
â4:15 amâ i see on the tvâs cable box
i lay my head back down and continue to shuffle around the bed to find a comfortable position for my cramps to relax in
âbaby whatâs wrong?â matt asks me with his raspy morning voice
âmy period is coming soon, i feel the cramps start to overTAKE meâ i say in soft annoyed tone
âis there anything i could do to help baby?â he concerns
âcan you actually go get me my heating pad please?â i ask nicely
he hops out the bed and uses the flashlight off his phone to roam around the room and look for my heating pad
once he pulls it in comes back to bed, i hear him gasp
âwhat?â i jump in shock at his gasp
âyour period.. cameâ
i sit up to see what heâs talking about and see a whole bloody mess stained into our bedsheets
âoh my godâ i put my head in my hands out of annoyance and embarrassment
âitâs okay baby. i just need you to stand up for me okay?â
i get off the bed and start to feel the water works fall out
âdonât cry babyâ matt says as he comes over to me and wraps his arms around me
âhey itâs not your fault babyâ he tries to reassure
âyou canât help it.. you didnât know, itâs completely fine. you donât have to cry, sweet girlâ he continues as he starts to play with my hair in the hug
i pull back and start to wipe my eyes as i start to sense that im being dramatic
âhere baby, i need you to go wash up while i clean the bedâ
i nod my head and make my way to the bathroom
âand hand me your clothes before you go in the shower pleaseâ
i do as iâm told then i head to the shower
i continue to wash up as i hear matt enter the bathroom
âhey pretty girl, everything still okay?â he asks
âyeah, iâm just finishing upâ i sluggishly say
âokay baby. i changed our sheets and im washing the other ones nowâ he reassures
i stay silent out of acknowledgment but he doesnât leave
âis there anything else you want princess?â he asks
âno thank youâ i say while shaking my head as if he could see me
âalright..â he says before closing the door
i could tell he feels bad but i just really canât be bothered rn. my stomach hurts, i embarrassed myself, im so annoyed, and i feel bad that he feels bad.. thereâs just too much going on
i finish up my shower and put my towel on before heading back to the bedroom
when i get back i see matt had turned on the led lights, switched the tv to netflix, and had my tylenol bottle set up next to some water
âmatt what is this?â
ânothing much. just me trying to distract you from your periodâ he giggles
âthatâs not how it works sadlyâ i pout as i pop the tylenol in my mouth and swallow some water
âwell, im gonna tryâ he comes in for a kiss
i start to get dressed, not forgetting the pad, as matt searches for a good movie to watch.
âdo you want some to eat pretty?â
âis anything even open right now?â i genuinely ask
âonly mcdonaldâs..â he replies
âthen yes pleaseâ i smile at him
âyour usual?â
âyeahâ i reply as i get in bed to snuggle next to him
âitâll be here in 30 minutesâ he says
âif weâre still upâ i chuckle
âdonât worry. iâll grab it for you so you can enjoy it when you wake up and not kill me for letting you fall asleepâ he chuckles back
âthank you baby. i appreciate you so much, definitely a core memoryâ i turn over to face him
he smiles and places a kiss on my forehead, âi love you, sweet girl. donât forget itâ
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Hello, love your writing, can i request a oneshot for spencer Reid x wife!reader with the plot of the movie taken where she goes on a business trip or something and she gets taken and the team have to work against the clock to get her back. Had this idea for so long and thought you would be perfect to write it. Perfectly fine if you dont but im craving this story.
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When you go missing under suspicious circumstances on a business trip, the BAU goes to Texas - and ends up in the middle of something bigger than anticipated.
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: angst content warnings: kidnapping, blood, guns, reader almost kills someone, hospitals, the securities and exchange commission, typical cm violence, texas, takes place maybe circa season 7 word count: 4.03k a/n: okay anon so like yes i can write this but also i've never seen the movie taken so really i took your request and made it my own! i hope you like it either way!
Tuesday, 2:17 p.m.
âHey, Spence, itâs me. Shame I got your voicemail, but I just landed at Dallas Fort Worth and Iâm waiting for my ride to take me to meet the regional officers. Not sure if youâre traveling, but uh, call me when you get this, I guess. Or when you can. Hopefully, this trip goes better than I think itâs going to⌠oh, I think my ride is here.â
Tuesday, 6:42 p.m.
âHey babe, so, the first meeting went fine, they donât seem very receptive, but people generally arenât when Iâm sent in to change their methods. Wish youâd pick up your phone. Anyway, Iâm on my way to the hotel now, Iâll probably try you again before I go to bed. I know my updates are probably riveting.â
Tuesday, 8:09 p.m.
âWell, Iâve definitely stayed in nicer hotels than this one, but I guess I canât complain about being put up for free. Iâm probably just biased because the a/c unit is busted â oh, my room number is 316, I know you like to have it. I opened the windows to let air in but itâs so dry here that Iâm not sure itâs helping any. Iâll shut them before I go to sleep, so donât worry about that. Call me back, I miss you, donât worry about waking me up. I think thatâs all Iâve got, goodnight, I love you!â
There was a collective sigh in the roundtable room, five agents around the room all looked nervously at each other. No one wanted to be the first person to speak. No one wanted to be the first to propose a theory. âWhereâs Spencer?â Emily asked, looking through the voicemail transcripts that were splayed out in front of her.
âIn Hotchâs office, theyâre talking,â Rossi said, eyeing the photo of you that was being projected up on the screen. Most of the time, Penelope just used driverâs license or passport photos in files, but for you, she had chosen a photo from the last BAU OâKeefeâs outing. Your skin was flushed and there was an odd shadow being cast on your face, but your smile was unmistakable.
The official files would have your driverâs license photo, but that picture was for the BAU. Seemingly unable to peel her eyes off of the screen, JJ asked the question that everyone was sitting on, âWeâre on this case, right?â
It felt ridiculous, one of their own had gone missing in the middle of the night and they werenât even sure if they had the jurisdiction to look into it. When no one answered, Morgan looked around the room, âThe brass isnât seriously going to try to tell us not to investigate.â
âNo, theyâre not,â Hotch said, suit jacket unbuttoned and fluttering behind him as he walked into the roundtable room with purpose. âWeâll debrief more on the plane, JJ and Garcia will stay here, the rest of us are headed to Dallas,â he instructed, nodding at everyone before turning around and walking out the door, the rest of the team following like ducks in a row.
On the jet, the traveling members of the team watched as Rossi held a cup of coffee out for Spencer to take, but the team's youngest member took a moment to even recognize that it was there, âOh,â he mumbled, âthank you.â Blinking a haze from his eyes, he took the cup in his shaky hands.
A familiar concern flowed among Spencerâs teammates, they all watched as he twisted his wedding ring around his finger â a nervous habit that usually presented itself when he missed you. âY/Nâs boss is en route to Quantico to talk with JJ, the flightâs about three hours, we should get started,â Hotch was the one to speak up, herding the sheep in the correct direction while everything felt aimless.
With his legs tucked beneath himself, Spencer watched the team as they bounced back and forth in a discussion on what you were doing in Dallas and Penelope scoured through your recent communication.
âAccording to the voicemails and the hotel records, her room was on the third floor,â Emily spoke up, flipping through the file in front of her. âDo we have crime scene photos from the hotel room yet?â
On the video screen, Penelope shook her head, âCSI is still processing the scene, I have an inquiry in with them to send the photos as soon as they can.â
Checking his watch, Hotch looked over at Spencer, still sequestered on one side of the jet, âMake sure they keep the scene undisturbed for when we arrive. Dave and Morgan will meet with the sheriff at the hotel, and the rest of us will head to the precinct to set up.â
If Spencer wanted to be the one to investigate the crime scene, he didnât protest his assignment, he just continued to spin that gold band on his finger. He didnât notice the glances exchanged between the rest of his team; he could only think of you.
With the involvement of the BAU, the team had been redirected to the Dallas Field Office. âThere was a hole torn in the window screen, the crime scene techs think thatâs how they got inside,â Morgan announced to the team, they were all gathering in the conference room.
âOn the third floor?â JJ questioned over video chat, she and Penelope sat right next to each other on the screen.
Rossi nodded, âWe must be looking at a team. At least two, likely three UnSubâs in order to pull something like this off. They cut the camera feed and broke into the hotel room where she was staying â this was premeditated.â
It wasnât difficult to deduce that being taken from the third floor of a hotel meant that you had been a target, but the evidence of a break-in settled like a boulder on Spencerâs chest. Someone had intended to take you. Someone had intended on grabbing you from your hotel room in the middle of the night â and they had succeeded.
âIs there any chance she forgot to close the windows when she went to sleep last night?â Emily looked over at Spencer, dark brows raised quizzically as she leaned over the table, skimming through the voicemail transcripts again.
Clenching his jaw, Spencer shook his head, recalling your promise to close the windows before the end of the night. âNo, sheâd never forget. She knows I worry,â although, after this, youâd never be able to chide him for worrying too much ever again. Sharing a knowing look with the brunette before him, âSo, sheâs been missing since last night, not this morning.â
The initial assumption had been that youâd disappeared at some point early in the morning, maybe on your way to your first meeting of the day, no one was entirely sure, but this confirmed that you had been missing for at least eight hours more than the first estimate.
A knock on the door garnered the attention of the team, each of them turning to see a field agent, âUh, Ezra Buchmann is here to speak with you, he said he got a call from your tech girl.â
Hotch nodded succinctly, âThatâs the co-worker who reported the case. Morgan, go see if he needs anything. Dave, letâs go check out the office building that Y/N had been working at.â
âDo you think she mightâve been caught up in something at work?â Spencer asked, following his team members with his eyes as they left the conference room.
The unit chief didnât provide a forward answer, âIâd like to start checking off some possibilities. Itâs been fourteen hours with no firm leads.â It wasnât as optimistic as anyone had hoped, but Hotch shared a look with Emily before leaving the room.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Spencer turned to the evidence board, looking at the pictures of your hotel room, the water splashed around the rim of the bathroom sink, your phone charging on the bedside table, your wedding ring resting on the counter, and if he separated himself from the missing posters, he could almost convince himself that they were just random pictures. Almost.
Frowning at the blown-up images of partial fingerprints and a random CCTV shot from across the street, he recalled your voicemails. âI wasnât busy,â he confessed to Emily. âWhen she called me, I wasnât busy. I was doing other things, but I wasnât too busy to answer the phone. I assumed that Iâd have the chance to talk to her today,â he said, slightly leaning over the oak table, resting his fingerprints on the varnished surface in an attempt to keep himself standing.
Pursing her lips, Emily took a member for responding, âThatâs not an outrageous assumption to make,â she tried to reason with a miserable man. âYouâd never think something like this would happen.â
âUntil it does,â Spencer continued. âWe see it happen to people all the time, weâve made a life of it, but I never thought it would happen to me. To her,â he maundered. If he had a dollar for every time he had heard the same sentiment from victimâs families, heâd never have to work another day in his life. âI did call her back when I got home last night,â he added, though, he wasnât entirely sure who he was trying to reassure.
In an effort to comfort him, Emily reached out and patted his arm, âWe will find her, Spencer.â
Dead or alive? He wanted to retort, but he bit his tongue, holding it in.
As a favor to him, in the hopes of providing him with some emotional respite, Emily had haggled with the field agent whose name was last on the chain of custody of your belongings. It wasnât entirely proper for evidence to be released to family, but she offered to put her name on it in the interim.
She stayed with Spencer in the conference room, letting him keep your things nearby as she spoke with JJ and went through the information that had been acquired back at Quantico. The team now had your performance reviews at work and, according to JJ, your boss couldnât say enough good things about you. While it was nice to hear, it didnât bring them any closer to finding where you were.
Tracing the woodgrain of the table with his fingertips, Spencer eventually tuned the phone call out, instead wondering at what point he was obligated to call your parents. He was so lost in thought that he didnât notice your phone was ringing in the evidence bag before him until Prentiss tapped him on the shoulder.
It was an unknown number, but that was a barrier easily blocked by Garcia with a quick search. The rest of the team watched as she blanched on the screen, âUh, you might want to answer that.â
âGarcia, who is it?â Hotch asked, a hardened look on his face as he looked from the screen to the buzzing cellphone.
JJ frowned at Penelopeâs monitor as if she couldnât believe what she was reading, âItâs the SEC,â she responded.
Swiftly, Hotch answered the phone call, turning on speakerphone so the rest of the team could hear, âHello.â
âHello, may I speak with Mrs. Reid?â A male voice came through the receiver, everyone sharing the same wary look.
Focused on the phone call, Hotch shook his head, âThis is Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner with the FBIâs Behavioral Analysis Unit, you can speak with me.â He said, elaborating on the situation and rendering the SEC investigator speechless.
Unable to listen to the conversation any longer, Spencer got up, minding his movements as he walked out of the conference room. He checked the map of the building that was posted on the wall before walking up the stairs, making his way up to the roof of the building.
The dry heat of Dallas was about as miserable as everyone made it out to be, but it was hard to ignore the way it reminded him of home. Maybe he could call his mom â speaking with her usually brought him some semblance of peace. Though, she might have a negative reaction to the situation he found himself in. On the hot rubber roofing, he kicked around piles of dirt before leaning against the ledge of the building, craning his head back and closing his eyes when he heard the rooftop door open.
âLook, Iâm really not in the mood for any sort of discussion right now,â he complained, neglecting to spare a glance at whoever was disturbing his quiet â not exactly an Eden, but quiet.
He recognized Emily by the sound her boots made, even on the rubber that had been softened by the relentless sun, âIâd be more surprised if you were in the mood to talk.â
Impulsively, he rolled his eyes, âDid Hotch put you in charge of me?â He was glad his eyes were still shut, that way he couldnât see the look on Emilyâs face when he sniped at her.
âNo,â she responded, gathering his attention as he brought his head down, squinting in the sunlight. âI thought you might want to know what just happened,â she nearly challenged, dark hair gleaming in the daylight.
Mentally kicking himself, he nodded for a moment, âYouâre right, I just⌠Iâm sorry.â
Taking a moment, Prentiss walked over, standing next to him, âI know.â She sighed, turning around and taking inventory of the surrounding buildings, âShe was sent out here to look at some shady dealings of the company â insider trading, that kind of stuff. The main branch has an investigation open with the SEC, and they have been for the last few months. She was supposed to meet with that Ezra guy this morning to try and work something out. Hotch is talking to the CEO right now, heâs claiming he couldnât tell JJ because itâs need-to-know,â Emily explained, focusing her eyes on the highway in the distance. âThe SEC has an office in Fort Worth, theyâre sending some people, and they faxed over all of the files.â
Setting his jaw, Spencer was the first to move to the stairs, the air conditioning providing an instant relief as he strode down the steps with Emily trailing close behind.
A field agent was standing in the middle of the office, stirring a cup of coffee, âWould someone really kidnap a woman over an SEC investigation?â
âWeâve seen much worse for much less,â Spencer mentioned in passing, swerving through the office of people until he made it back to the conference room. âWhy would Y/Nâs boss send her to investigate something that had already been brought to the SEC?â He posed the question to the rest of the team, taking one of the files that Morgan handed him and reading through the pages.
Rossi shrugged, nodding his head in the direction of the evidence board, âHe wanted it handled quietly,â he posited. âMaybe he thought she could negotiate a solution and they could call off the securities investigation.â
Understanding where Spencer was going with his question, Hotch watched the board as if it was all coming together, âBut, Y/N had no idea there was an open investigation. This was just another assignment to her.â
You had basically said as much in your voicemails, you went in, and you cleaned up fires across the country, and now you were caught in a blaze. âIt was a setup,â Spencer concluded.
âAnd I know just who you need to talk to,â Garcia said over the phone, typing on her keyboard, âCheck your phones.â
Ezraâs assistant folded immediately under the threat of being charged with interfering with a federal investigation. She had no knowledge of what her boss was up to, but she did know where the BAU could find him.
On the edge of the city, your company held an old office building that was slated for demolition. With the information from the assistant and some actions of questionable legality from Garcia, the team was able to nail down Ezraâs location and, hopefully, yours.
Letting SWAT lead the way, Spencer, Emily, and Morgan all made their way up yet another flight of stairs, hoping to be able to find you on the third floor. The SWAT commander signaled with his fingers to direct everyone in their respective directions.
There was a clang from across the floor and everyone froze in place, âFuck you!â Your voice rang out, reverberating through the mostly empty office space. The yelp that followed would have sent Spencer clambering in your direction if it werenât for Morgan grabbing his arm in warning. âI didnât know,â you spoke again, your tone less obstinate as the misery you felt crept in.
Drawing their weapons, the team clung to the wall as SWAT gave orders over comms until the team came into view, lifting their firearms.
In retaliation, Ezra pulled you up, keeping a deadly tight grip on your upper arm as he kept you compliant by pressing the barrel of his gun to your temple. âShe told me youâd come,â he said, nearly seething with rage like a rabid animal.
It seemed like a ridiculous moment to feel relief, but the fact that you knew the BAU would come for you ever so slightly lightened the weight on Spencerâs shoulders. However, whatever relief he felt was quickly banished from existence when his eyes met yours, you were covered in blood. It leaked in a steady stream from your nose and down your sleep shirt, he hoped that was the extent of the damage that had been done but based on the evidence of a struggle in the hotel room, he doubted it.
âY/N, donât look at him, look at us, look at Spencer,â Emily reasoned, noting the way you looked over at your captor, eyeing the gun in his hand.
You didnât look scared, not to Spencer, though Emily had reasonably assumed that you would be in this situation. âY/N, donât,â Spencer said in a warning.
But his warning came too late, you had already swung your bound hands up, grabbing the weapon from Ezra as you kicked his legs out from under him. If Spencer hadnât been so worried, he wouldâve been impressed, but now he found himself in an entirely different situation.
âThe safetyâs still on,â you chastised as your now shaking hands undid the small latch, settling your pointer finger on the trigger as you stared him down.
SWAT seemed entirely dumbfounded, not sure how to go about the admittedly unique situation, so, it fell upon your husband to talk you down. Slowly, he holstered his weapon and stepped toward you, âBaby, put the gun down.â
You sucked in a harsh breath, âHe set me up, Spenceâ
âI know, darling, I know,â Spencer said breathlessly, holding his hands out to stop any and all movement in the warehouse. âThis isnât the answer though, okay? You know this isnât the answer.â
Your hands didnât stop shaking, still bound together by the flex cuffs on your wrists as you narrowed your eyes at Ezra. âHe set me up,â your voice broke at the sheer memory of the betrayal.
Distantly, you heard Derek tell people to lower their weapons, convincing the field agents that you werenât a threat. âThis isnât you,â Spencer insisted.
Blinking as tears fell from your eyes, you gripped the handle of the gun, leaving your pointer finger hovering precariously on the trigger. This isnât you. This isnât the answer. This isnât you. This isnât the answer.
Swallowing thickly, you looked down at Ezra, who was taunting you, trying to get you to pull the trigger. You fought against yourself, trying not to stare at Spencer because you knew as soon as you met his brown eyes, the choice would be made for you.
âPull the damn trigger,â Ezra jeered, baring his teeth at you. This was it; this was the end. The FBI had the whole building surrounded. Even if he tried to run, the BAU would follow him, theyâd chase him down, and theyâd kill him themselves if it came down to it.
Slowly, you moved your thumb, re-engaging the safety before you lowered your arms, handing the gun off to Spencer. As he grabbed the barrel of the gun with one hand, he pulled you in with the other, passing the gun off to Emily so he could hug you tightly.
He pulled away for a moment, retrieving a pocketknife and using it to cut the flex cuffs from your wrists, letting the stiff plastic fall to the ground, and catching you when you practically threw your arms around him.
Your legs gave out from under you, and Spencer wondered how long you had been in this sweltering building without water, likely having used the last of your strength to stop Ezra. âShh,â he hushed gently, âLetâs sit down,â he spoke to only you as he guided you to the ground.
Closer to you now, he saw more of the damage that had been done, the glazed look over your eyes, your chapped lips, and a bruise on the side of your head. âI knew youâd come,â you murmured dazedly, swaying ever so slightly, âI told him youâd come.â
âI know, I know,â Spencer reassured you, listening to the buzzing of people, hopefully EMTs, around you.
A hiccupping sob almost broke his heart, but he just kept his hold on you, keeping you upright and wishing your nosebleed would clot. âI almost killed him,â you mumbled.
But you didnât, he wanted to respond. Part of him felt like it wouldâve been fine if you had. Youâd have gotten away with it, even, but he knew firsthand what it felt like to take another life. He wanted to believe that he had played a part in you turning the safety back on, but even he wasnât sure.
âHow are you feeling? Better?â Spencer asked, sitting on the edge of your hospital bed and taking your hand in his.
He squeezed your hand gently, allowing you to admire the way your wedding ring looked now that it had been returned to its rightful home. âMuch,â you assured him, keeping your head resting on the mountain of pillows behind you. You had been cleaned up, stitches on your forehead, and a bandaged cut on your thigh, but the main concern was your dehydration. An IV delivered fluids to you while you sipped on a cup of water, waiting for your stomach to settle enough for you to eat something.
Spencer raised his eyebrows, reaching out and sweeping a strand of hair behind your ear, âGood enough to try something for dinner?â
You nodded apprehensively, âSomething light?â
The smile that sprouted on his face was enough to convince you to eat. He offered to go talk to your nurse, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before he left the room, leaving the door open so you could see him in the hallway.
A small chime got your attention, looking around for the source of the noise, you found yourself digging through Spencerâs bag, retrieving your cell phone from the leather satchel.
There was a scratch over the screen, but it still worked just fine following your skirmish in the hotel, you opened the phone to find that you had a voicemail. You tapped the message before bringing the phone to your ear.
Tuesday, 10:23 p.m.
âHey love, Iâm just leaving the office now. Iâm sure theyâll be more receptive to you as you talk more, you can be very convincing. The weather is very dry in Texas, make sure you keep hydrated, okay? Iâm sorry I didnât answer any of your calls, weâve been trying to prepare all of this paperwork for Strauss and time just got away from us. I miss you, maybe when you get home, we could talk about taking a trip. We could go see my mom. Itâs been a while. Hm⌠I have to admit, Iâm a little bummed you didnât answer the phone, but Iâm glad youâre getting sleep. I love you so much, sleep well.â
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genuinely tweaking over your OlderBF! Bruce headcannons omg. do you have any more Older BF! Bruce thoughts to spare? (I adore you and your writing <3)
I alwaysss have more Bruce thoughts to spare. I think this man takes over my mind more than my boyfriend does (not complaining :) )
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne (Part 2)
Sensitive content: Brief mention of kidnapping and stalking
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who is so utterly devoted to you. This man is at your side and obeying your every will as often as he can. You saw a pretty dress you wanted in a shop window? It's laying on the foot of your shared bed when you come home. You need attention after an argument? He's cancelling his work meetings, if he can, to spend a bit of time with you.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who underestimates just how loud and angry he can get. There is never a moment where he isn't stressed, even when he's with you. And, as much as he tries to hold back, he loses his temper so easily with you.
"Im just saying, Im concerned, alright-?" You start, arms crossed over your chest as you take a seat on the edge of your lavish shared bed.
"What, that Im cheating?" He snaps back almost immediately, head whipping around to face you as he stops pacing. In all honesty, he regrets it as soon as he sees the look in your eyes, but he's far to stubborn to ever admit that.
"Bruce, you know that's not what I mean." You respond softly, choosing not to further escalate the situation by simply laying back on the bed and picking up your book from the nightstand. "You come home every night covered in bruises and disappear out of nowhere, so forgive your girlfriend for worrying about you."
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who would rather you think that he's cheating on you than spilling his guts about being Batman. It absolutely kills him inside every single time you get misty eyed askinf if he's cheating, but he knows better than to risk your safety with the burden of knowledge.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who, god forbid, if you were ever to get kidnapped due to his line of work would push you away for good. All of your stuff would be packed away before you could even calm down for the situation. He wouldn't give you a proper goodbye, either. It would be too risky for him to ever be near you again.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who would absolutely develop a nasty habit of stalking you after a separation like that. He tells himself that it's to ensure your safety when he watches you walked into your favorite coffee shop every morning, but he's having a hard time convincing himself.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who knows just how unloveable he makes himself. Every woman he has ever been with has either been put in danger because of him or left. He doesn't think he could go through something like that with you, so he instinctively pushes you away like he always has with everybody else.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who, despite what he told himself about keeping his distance, finds himself knocking on your apartment door late at night. In his hands are a bottle of wine, your favorite flowers, and gold sheet-covered chocolates.
"Im sorry." His eyes are filled with utter guilt as he glances at your exhausted features. Bruce didnt even give you a chance to process that it was him at the door before he started throwing out apologies.
And the most you can really do for a moment is just look at him, your eyes not entirely focused as you stare out into space a little. "Thought you told me to stay away." You mutter softly, trying to blink the physical and mental exhaustion away.
"I..." How could he even deny that? He did, in fact, tell you to stay as far away as possible for your own safety. "I know." He continues after a moment or two. "But I'm selfish... I can't stay away. I... I want to explain a few things to you, if you'd consider letting me in.
Of course, you caved.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who can't bring himself to look you in the eyes as he explains himself and his nightly activities as Batman. He feels so guilty about ever putting you in danger in the first place, but he can't bring himself to stay away like he eventually learned to with Selina.
"I was scared." His quiet, honest response when you ask why he never chose to tell you about his double life. You want to be mad, you really do, but his fingers in your hair as he holds you against his chest after a few glasses of wine was just too good to resist.
"And you think I wasn't?" You ask softly, craning your neck to look up at him a lottle better. "I could handle the thought of you with other girls, Bruce..." You whisper, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. "But you have no idea how worried sick I was seeing those bruises every night. You have absolutely no idea how worried I was that they had gotten to you, too, when they took me."
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who lets himself get a little tipsy that night with you, which is rare because he always finds excuses not to drink to stay in peak physical condition for his duties. Neither of you drank enough to be intoxicated, but just enough for everything to feel warm and fuzzy. And enough for you to forgive him.
"So sorry, gorgeous..." He mutters between slow, lingering kisses. Despite seeming so brooding and tough, his lips are absolutely divine and you missed them more than you'd ever admit.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who ends up getting a little frisky when he's drinking. His hands are almost everywhere, no matter where you are. You were honestly thanking god that it was just the two of you relaxing in your apartment. Hell, he practically had you seeing god with how well he fucked.
"I love you so much..." His eyes are closed as his hips slowly slot into yours yet again, face buried into your shoulder. Normally, you'd be begging for a bit of a quicker and brutal pace, but everything was just too sweet to want anything else. The prolonged sliding of his cock into your weeping hole allowed for you to feel absolutely everything, including his utter adoration and love for you.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who tries to keep you away from the paparazzi as much as possible after the kidnapping. Sure, he hated the prying eyes of tabloids trying to disect your relationship before, but he was just so much more paranoid and anxious afterwards. He barely lets you out of Wayne Manor without him or somebody else in the family.
OlderBF! Bruce Wayne who still struggles to communicate with you, even after he's told the truth about his vigilantism. He often finds himseld lying to you without even noticing it, even about the little things like how many thugs he took down on last night's patrol. But he tries to work on it, he really does. He's started writing things down on scrap pieces of paper or notebokks that he found himself being dishonest about.
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the more i think about the gods the more i realise they have always been with me.Â
Hephaestus was with me, brimming with excitement, as I grinned at my projects in wood work. Poseidon has been with me since my birth when i was born under the warm water of a bathtub and he has been with me every single time i went to the beach and felt such a distinct calling to the ocean. Demeter was with me as i played in the mud and played pretend in the forest as a child and now as i go for walks through nature. Aphrodite is holding my hand every step of the way as i try and find myself. it was her arms i cried into after every break up. she is tucking my hair back and adjusting my clothes as i look in the mirror and feel confident. she is swimming with me and Poseidon at the beach. she calls me to her birthplace like a moth to flame. Apollo has embraced me every time i smile up with the sun on my face. he grinned at me every time i thanked someone for saying my hair looked nice in the sun. it was his arms that held me upright through every performance and it is he who dances with me every time i dance around my house. Zeus is there when my breath catches as thunder strikes above me. He danced with me and my brother and my mum in the rain when i was a child. Athena is rocking out to bikini kill and green day with me. she lives through me in the rage i feel at the world. i feel her embrace when i get excited about finally understanding my maths work. she holds my hand through every exam. it is Hestiaâs arms who cradle me when i am warm and cosy in my bed. she embodies the feeling of waking up when its chilly outside but im warm under my blanket. she is with me when i smell the candles i light. Hera sits beside me and grins over my shoulder when i look at wedding ideas on pinterest. she is the one cooing at baby pictures with me when i get bad bouts of baby fever. she is cradling me in her arms when i hear my parents argue and i feel scared. Artemis is watching curiously as i freeze for a moment when i see wildlife on girl guide camp. she is the complete awe on the younger girls faces when we see a kangaroo in the distance or a cool bug on the ground. she and her brother are adjusting my posture and footing when i hold a bow and aim for a target. she is the happiness i feel when i look up and see a bright moon. she is giggling at baby videos with me and Hera during my days of baby fever. Persephone is the giddy smile on my face when i realise its Spring! its finally my birthday season and i couldnât be happier. she is holding my hand and laughing herself silly as my friends and i try and figure out the weather during school. she is sitting calmly with me as i weave flowers together to put in my hair. Hades is in the drop of my heart when i feel my life flash before my eyes. he embraces me when i am trying to wrap my head around the concept of death. he holds my friends close when they experience loss. Ares is alive and well in my mind as i type a snarky response to someone i cannot stand online. he is with me, cheering me on as i start arguments and fight for my beliefs. Hermes grins over my shoulder as i receive money for my birthday. he is with me when my father and i watch Italian telenovelas so we can learn Italian together. he embraces me when i am anxious about travelling or going somewhere. it is his arms that hold me close and soothe my panic as i realise how far away from home i am.Â
I have always felt the gods around me. I have just never been able to put a word to the feelings I feel. I cherish their love so much â¤ď¸
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