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allllium · 8 months ago

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Just an Accident

~ Jason todd x reader who was accidentally hurt

~ Fluff, Jason being dramatic, WC:

~ Inspired by @mostly-imagines

[Thank you guys for being so patient while I finished this and thank you for all likes 💓💓 I really wasn't expecting anything till this was finished. Hope this meets your expectations <3]

Jason tried really hard to keep his secret secret from you but let's be honest, he's very obvious about it. Especially once you meet his family.

After he finally came clean to you about everything, he became even more protective. More protective than you ever thought possible.

He would freak out anytime he didn't know where you were or if you got hurt in any way.

"I'm so so sorry." Bruce says, following you through the mansion repeating his apology.

"It's okay, Bruce, it was an accident." You reply, "I should've known."

Honestly there was no way you could've known that Bruce was creating some elaborate booby trap on the kitchen counter that would fail and smack you in the face when you walked into the kitchen.

It didn't hurt too bad, luckily Bruce was testing things with plastic and not the real materials.

From the look of it though, you'll definitely have a mark on your nose and possibly a bruise under your eye.

"I had no idea it was gonna do that." He continues defending, knowing how Jason will react.

"It's fine, I swear. I know you wouldn't do that on purpose." You walk into the living room and sit down on the couch. Bruce sits next to you.

"Can I get you anything?" He asks. Obviously freaking out.

"No, it's alright. It really doesn't hurt."

"Oh shit." You hear Dick gasp. Coming in through the front door with Tim.

"Oh, what did you do!?" Tim asks, "Jason is gonna kill you."

"It was an accident, everything is fine." You try to calm everyone down.

Seeing that you're okay, Dick can't hold back his laugh.

"Wow, Jason is never gonna trust you again Bruce." Tim hits Dick on the arm and rolls his eyes. To the side of you, Bruce leans forward to hold his head in his hands.

"I think you guys are being a little dramatic. Jason isn't gonna kill him."

"No you seriously underestimate how Jason will react to this." Tim tells you.

"Yeah, remember he almost killed me for making jokes about you when you first got together."

"What?" You turn to Dick in confusion, "I don't remember that."

"Not important," he waves it off, "The point is, we need a plan."

"A plan for what?"

"A plan to hide this from Jason" He tells you, in a tone that screams obvious.

"How would I do that, Dick? I live with him."

"I don't know yet, that's why we need a plan!" He exclaims, pacing in front of the couch.

You roll your eyes, "You're being dramatic."

"No he's not." Bruce says. You fall back into the couch and cross your arms over chest.

"Bruce please. I need at least one of other person here to be an adult."

You can hear Tim laughing as he sits in the chair next to the couch.

"Well, he's right. Jason's gonna be pissed." Bruce shakes his head at you. He stands from the couch and starts pacing with Dick.

"They're gonna make me lose my mind." You mumble under your breath. You run your hands over your face, this childish behavior you're watching isn't what you were expecting from Batman and Nightwing.

Okay to be honest you were definitely expecting this from Dick.

Tim leans over to whisper to you, "You should make a break for it, they're too busy plotting to notice you leave."

"Let me guess," you whisper back, "you've had to make a break for it a couple times?"

"More than you know." He shakes him head and has a serious look on his face.

"Well, have fun with that." You laugh and walk out the front door. Tim was right, both the guys were so busy trying to figure out how to hide you from Jason, they totally forgot to hide you.

You rush home to meet Jason. You were supposed to meet for dinner but obviously you got a little distracted.

"Hey baby." You sigh when you walk through the door. Jason is in the kitchen cooking dinner. Whatever he chose to make, made the whole room smell amazing.

"Hey. What took you so long?"

"I stopped by the mansion to borrow that thing from Alfred but he wasn't there." You tell him, referencing some cooking tool you wanted to make desert for after dinner.

"Where did he go?" You want into the kitchen to see him while you talk.

"I have no idea. I got distracted by something Bruce was doing." You walk over and take a piece of food that he's cutting.

Without looking, he softly smacks your hand away.

"Rude." You laugh.

"This is my sacred space." He puts the knife down and gestures over the whole counter.

"You're ridiculous." You laugh again and kiss him on the cheek.

"How dare you." He puts his hand on his chest in fake offense. Only then does he turn to actually look at you. "What happened?" He immediately asks.

"Oh it's fine, just got smacked with some plastic " Which is apparently not the answer he wanted.

"What the fuck does that mean?" He grabs your face gently and examines the marks on your face.

"It means I got hit with some plastic. But it doesn't hurt." You quickly explain, but he doesn't let go of your face or stop freaking out.

"What plastic?"

"Bruce was experimenting with something and it didn't work."

"He did this?" He lets go off your face to run his hands over his own.

"It was accident. He wouldn't hurt me on purpose and you know that."

"I don't care if it was an accident, you're hurt."

"Jason." You say firmly. He's obviously surprised considering you never use his name to address him. "An accident is an accident and you're not gonna hold this against Bruce. He already apologized and clearly felt bad."

"But you're hurt" He pouts.

You step forward and wrap your arms over his shoulders. "It doesn't hurt. It was just some plastic."

"It left a mark."

"I promise I'm okay. And I want you to promise you won't hurt Bruce for this." You look right into his eyes and do your best to give him a puppy dog look. Which isn't necessary because he can't say no to you anyway.

"Fine I promise I won't hurt him." He presses his forehead to yours, "I'd rather leave him to stew in fear anyway."

You chuckle at his words. "As long as no real harm comes to him I won't stop you from having fun."

"Good." He kisses you once and heads back to make dinner. You have no doubt Jason would ever actually hurt Bruce over something so small but you'd rather be safe than sorry.

Hopefully this'll stop Dick and Bruce acting like absolutely children in the future.

Yeah that'll never happen.

Not even 10 minutes after finishing dinner you get a call from Dick.

"How dare you?" He asks the moment you answer the phone. "You're a traitor."

"Again with the dramatics Dick. You can't stop me from going home."

"Let me guess Jason's on his way here to get some revenge right now." He says in a very childish and fearful tone.

"No! I was right, you guys are way more dramatic than you should be and he has no intention of killing anyone." Jason looks at you as you talk to his brother. Clearly wondering what he has to do with this situation.

"I don't believe you. You've shown where your loyalty lies."

"Why are you talking like I'm an enemy or something?"

"Maybe you are! How should I know?"

"Okay you're right." You decide to play along, "I couldn't stop him from wanting to kill Bruce, he's on his way there right now."

Jason furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"I knew it! Mark my words one day-"

His voice cuts off when you hang up.

"There is something severely wrong with your entire family." You tell Jason with a blank face.

"Yeah I know." He puts his arm over your shoulder and pulls you into him.

Hmm you wonder how long it takes till Dick realizes you lied.

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mocchiixxx · 4 months ago

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Welcome Home, Cheater

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Domestic AU

(Choi Seungcheol x Reader)

Summary: After spending the day with Jeonghan at Music Bank to support HoWoo, Seungcheol finally returns home, expecting a warm welcome from his girlfriend. Instead, he’s met with narrowed eyes, a judgmental stare, and a deadpan, “Welcome home, cheater.” Completely baffled, he scrambles to figure out what he did wrong— only to realize someone has been running their mouth while he was gone.

Part 1 (Best to read this first y'all)

Seungcheol sighed as he unlocked the door to his shared apartment, rolling his shoulders to shake off the exhaustion from the long day. Supporting HoWoo at Music Bank had been fun, and spending time with Jeonghan while he was on weekend leave made it even better. Now, all he wanted was to come home to his girlfriend’s warm hug and maybe even a sweet kiss—

But the second he stepped inside, he was met with a very different sight.

There she stood, arms crossed, eyes narrowed like she was about to interrogate him in a courtroom. Her expression was pure judgment, and then—

“Welcome home, cheater.”

Seungcheol blinked. Huh?

“Cheater?” he repeated, closing the door behind him. “Baby, what—”

She let out a disappointed sigh, shaking her head dramatically. “After everything we’ve been through, Choi Seungcheol.”

Now thoroughly confused, he kicked off his shoes, walking closer. “Okay, hold on. What did I do?”

She gasped, stepping back. “So you won’t even admit it?”

Seungcheol groaned, racking his brain for any possible explanation. “I literally just went to Music Bank with Jeonghan—”

“EXACTLY.”

He paused. “...What?”

She squinted at him. “So let me get this straight. The moment Jeonghan got a weekend leave, the first person he saw was you?”

Oh. Oh. A certain someone ratted him out and he exactly know who is her.

Seungcheol exhaled, dragging a hand down his face. “You talked to her, didn’t you?”

“Who, me?” she said, feigning innocence. “Nooo. But I may have heard from a certain someone that Jeonghan’s own girlfriend wasn’t his first priority today.”

Seungcheol groaned. “I knew she was gonna pull something like this.”

How could he forget that jeonghan's girlfriend could be mischievous like Jeonghan himself? They're a perfect match indeed.

Both can be the sweetest and menace at the same time.

His girlfriend shook her head again, sighing dramatically. “I thought I was your number one, Cheol. But I see now... I was blind.”

“Oh my god.” He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her before she could protest. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“You’re a cheater,” she mumbled into his chest.

“A victim,” he corrected, resting his chin on her head. “I got caught in the crossfire of their relationship drama.”

And he was indeed a victim because from a certain shared apartment in the other side of the city, a certain couple is giggling to themselves, while listening to the record of a certain girls conversation over the phone with Seungcheol's girlfriend.

Seungcheol's girlfriend huffed, clearly not actually mad, just enjoying messing with him. “Still. You should’ve seen me first.”

He chuckled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to her forehead. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

She let out a fake reluctant sigh. “Fine. But next time, you better run straight home.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, kissing her properly this time.

And just like that, Seungcheol was forgiven—until Jeonghan's girlfriend inevitably pulled another stunt again.

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thebusybumblebee · 4 months ago

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You Thought You Were So Clever

You'd heard whispers of great riches for those willing to take the risk. Make the right deal with the fae in the forests, and one could walk away set for life. You go when the sun starts to dip just below the horizon. Summer heat is just cooling down. A pleasant breeze kisses your face. Fireflies are already bobbing between bushes and branches. There's so many despite the season coming to a close soon. In fact, there are almost too many. They surround you, the bio-luminescent bugs creating a trail for you to follow. The trails turn and twist deeper and deeper into the woods. The sky grows darker, the air colder. When you're finally in a clearing, even the breeze has stopped. The fireflies disappear, leaving only the moonlight for the shadows to flicker in. Silence is all-consuming. The ringing in your ears grows until you think you might turn tail and give up this venture. "My, my," a voice whispers on the wind. "It's been so long since we've had a visitor." You turn this way and that, straining to find the source of the voice. Another voice, closer, muses, "much too long. Poor little lamb seems lost." Before you can think better of it, you call out, "I came to make a deal." A cacophony of sounds pick up with the sudden return of the winds. You cover your ears trying to block it out. The wind settles in one final gasp. You open your eyes. What was an empty, dark clearing has been transformed. You find yourself in the midst of a party. Lanterns are strung from the trees. Fae are dancing and mingling by fires. In the center, there is a table heavy with food and drink. It's a miracle the legs aren't bowing under the weight of it all. A fae, tall and lithe, strides over. "Welcome, little lamb." You begin again about deals and bargains. "Hush," they coo. Their nails trace up your neck until they hold your chin. "We've so missed having a human to entertain us. In exchange for your company, we will send you off with more gold and riches than you can walk away with just as soon as the feast is over." You nod. It's a simple deal: spend time with the fae and you'd be made. The fae smiles wide and leads you to a seat. The chair is sturdy, lavish even. A golden plate is pressed into your hand. All kinds of food fill the surface. You can't quite recognize some of it, but you're tantalized all the same. Fruit juices coat your mouth, the flavor blooming across your tongue. Hot, yeasty rolls in butter help sop up the many sauces you try. Bread pudding and liquor cut some of the savory flavors before you return to the cuts of meat laid out for you to try. Fae-folk flit in and out of conversation. They're charming and polite, always smiling and refilling your plate and cup. You can't say how much time has passed or how long you've been at the table. There's a point where everything seems warmer. Sweat drips down your face. Why were you breathing so heavily? You pull at your shirt collar to try and loosen it. The fae simply disrobe you. "It's a party," they say. "Don't think so hard." So you don't. You must get tired at some point too, because it's getting harder to lift your arms. It seems like it'd be hard to leave this seat, even if it is more cramped than you remember. You try to lean forward to grab your cup again. Though, try as you might, your fingertips can hardly reach it. The cup topples over. The clatter awakens you from your stupor. It’s as though a veil had suddenly been lifted.

Whatever cotton was dulling your senses can no longer hide what has happened to you. Your arms have plumped up like the hams on the table with fingers resembling sausages. Your hips must have spread across the seat too, because you can feel the arms of the chair gripping your love handles more surely than any lover ever has. You try to look down, but your thicker neck and double chin have to fight for space. A plumper chest greets you. The largest change was the heavy belly that crested beyond your knees. It was burgeoning with all the delicacies you’d been plied and stuffed with all evening. With a small hint of dread, you realize you’re still hungry.

“How long have I been here? When will this end?” You fret and try to rise from your seat. The fae that greeted you puts a hand to your belly. Their touch is appraising, paired with a gaze filled with a hunger of their own.

“It seems our lamb isn’t so little anymore,” they tease. Already, other fae start preparing more plates for their guest.

“When is the party over?” You ask again. You’re met with smirks and snickers all around.

“Oh, darling,” their voice drips with faux sympathy. “Here, in this realm, the party is never over.” You feel a cold chill down your back, but don’t fight the cup being brought to your lips again. As the spiced, warm cider flows down your throat, you find your thoughts flowing away too. The last realization you have is that any gold would be too much to walk away with when soon you won't be able to walk at all. You thought you were so clever.

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luveline · 2 years ago

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gorgeous can we get bombshell reader and Spencer May be the first time he’s snappy with her bc he’s stressed and she’s just so taken aback and May be even tears up? And then just a fluffy ending with Spencer apologizing

thank you for requesting! fem, 2.2k

Spencer Reid is extra kissable when he's frowning. Button up and no suit jacket, sleeves pushed past his elbows and hair on the shorter side, he holds a certain confidence in his hands where they're tucked in his pockets. Sure of himself, and clearly agitated.

You're always on his side; you don't think twice about easing into the conference room to see what's wrong.

"Hey," you say with a slight lilt to your tone. You're always on his side, and always flirting. "What's wrong?"

"Why does something have to be wrong?" he asks.

Not mean. Not light. Somewhere in the solid middle, his gaze loyal to the laptop on the desk he stands behind. You step close enough to smell the subtle scent of his cologne, wondering if he can smell your perfume in turn, and if it's one he likes. You try to touch his hand and he takes the desk into his grip instead, leaning forward, out of reach.

"That's not what I meant to convey," you say, still flirting. You're not stupid, you realise his mood, but you're hoping it's somebody else's fault. "But if you aren't happy to see me then I'd definitely suggest there was something wrong."

"I'm just trying to figure something out."

This close, to your own credit, Spencer usually trips up. He's been getting better as you've grown closer, your 'torturing' —as the team likes to call it— only prompting the occasional blush or stammer. You don't flirt with Spencer to torture him no matter what anyones says and you never have, you flirt with him because he deserves to be complimented. He's andsome, intelligent, and courageous. What others might miss you see in blaring neon lights: he's a catch. You intend on making your intentions known, and if that means playing the long game or the slow burn, that's okay. You like to dance.

You put yourself between him and the laptop screen. He can still see it if he cranes his neck, and he does. "You look a little tired, handsome. Looking at a screen all day will hurt you in the end. Neck aches, shoulder cramps, eye strain. Though I can't help with the latter, the former…" His arm is solid under your hand, your fingertips running along the ridge of a stark vein.

He doesn't quite flinch away, but he moves quickly enough to startle you, lamenting, "Could you give me some space, please?"

That's all well and good, you rush to do as he's asked and step back because the very last thing you want is to make him uncomfortable and his voice is frankly acidic, but everything is moving too quickly, you're not as aware as you should be —you smash your hand backwards into a cold cup of coffee and knock it straight into the lap of Spencer's laptop.

"No," you gasp, grabbing the cup before the entirety of it can empty. Coffee wells between the keys and you go to grab it to– well, to do something.

"Stop it!" Spencer shouts, voice sharp as a knife. "You always do this," —quieter, venomous— "you can't help yourself."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I would answer you if I had the time. I'll be busy rescuing my hard drive before an entire month of work is wasted thanks to your dire need for attention."

He slips around you and stalks out the door, coffee dripping from the corner of his laptop in a sorry trail that shines in the fluorescent lights.

Your first rush of tears are driven by indignation; it was an accident, you didn't mean to do that, why would you ever do that? But the second, more encompassing rush is a hot mixture of shame and guilt. What have you done?

You take a hesitant step toward the door but don't bother following him. I'll make things worse, you think, bringing a hand to your face. Makeup marrs your hand as you wipe your cheeks. You stare down at the stains for a long, long time.

I'll apologise, you think eventually, rubbing at the mascara like soot on your palm. Just as soon as I look okay again.

You don't want Spencer or anyone to see you upset. You wear your makeup and your confidence for yourself, not to hide any insecurity but to embolden yourself, to be yourself. But to get to your desk you'd have to leave the conference room bared as you are, and you'd have to face Spencer, and the second option brings more tears.

This is all so messy, and it's your fault.

I'm such an idiot. I'm exactly what he thinks of me.

You sit in the chair furthest from the door with a pack of tissues from the cubby and rub your hot cheeks dry, streaks of mascara in the shapes of your fingertips like soot left behind. It's sitting that gets you —the shock of tears at being shouted at by someone you care about amplifies into a distress you can't explain. It's stupid, it's stupid. You press your face into your hands and curl in on yourself at the table, ears ringing. I'm so, so stupid.

—

The inside of Spencer's lip is bleeding, metallic on his tongue. He's white hot annoyance all the way to Penelope's office, choked as he tells her he needs her help.

"Spencer?" she said. "What happened? Are you okay?"

He realises what he's done. "Please, Garcia, can you do something? I really need to go."

He doesn't hear her response beyond her surprised but emphatic Sure, spinning on his heel to walk back the way he came. He rubs at his temple, moving between a slow trudge and a speed walk as he assesses the damage of what he's said. What did he say? your dire need for attention.

Your sniffing is something out of his fucking nightmares. Who does he think he is? You're sitting exactly where he left you next to that half empty coffee cup, a tissue scrunched in your trembling hands, visible in the small glass window of the door. You must be thinking of what he's said to have missed the sound of his footsteps, or perhaps he's left you too upset to want to look up.

He sees the moment a sob works through you, watches you hold your breath in a painful effort to keep it down, raising the tissue to your eyes and catching your tears before they fall. You're doing a lacklustre job despite your efforts, the oily shine of mascara iridescent on your cheeks. Or maybe that's tear tracks. It's hard to tell.

Spencer fights with himself. He doesn't know if deserves to come running back or if it would be more fair to send JJ or Derek in to comfort you.

"You made your bed," his mom would say, not without affection. "You have to lie in it."

Spencer squeezes his eyes closed to push away the memory, surveying the damage he's done carefully as he crosses the threshold back into the conference room. Your head lifts at the sound of the door, your stammer visible before you speak, "Spence– Spencer. Is your laptop okay? Did I break it? I'm so sorry."

Gideon would tell Spencer to be nicer. Hotch would say Reid in that stern shade of voice that's half disapproval and half fondness. They'd both tell him to be better, but neither of them have ever had to see you as you look now, tearstained and sorry, eyes wide with worry but shoulders tense. He has his role models, and yet none of them could possibly give him a way to apologise that could ever make up for they way he's made you feel.

Little dramatic, Morgan would say. Start with a hug, loverboy. Can't go wrong with a hug.

He should ask but he doesn't, a second transgression against you. Spencer pushes past chair and the sodden circle of carpet to your chair, pausing in case you're going to tell him to shove it. You lick your lips. "Did I break it?" you ask, as though resigned for a yes

He can't temper that amount of self-hatred on you. It doesn't suit you. He much prefers you the way you like to be, confident in everything, flirty and funny and soft, in both touch and touches. He takes your face into a careful hand, tilting it toward the light and weary of your shallow exhale. "I…" He begins and ends, stroking your tacky cheek with his index finger, as though brushing away an eyelash. If it were real he'd say make a wish, and you would wish for him or some similar sweetness, salacious smile to boot, or earnestness fit to fill a mountain. I wish you'd realise how pretty you are and stop denying me the pleasure of a beautiful boyfriend, you'd croon.

His fingers collect at your jaw and slip behind your ear as he cleans your skin with the side of his thumb. You lean into the touch, slashing his hesitancy in two.

"Sorry," he says, pulling your head toward his neck gently as he leans down to hold you. "I'm sorry. Don't be upset, please. Don't be upset "

"I'm an idiot–"

"No," he says, with the facts to back his denial. "I'm an idiot, I should never have upset you like this–"

"I broke your computer, it's just like you said–"

"I shouldn't have–"

"–I'm so needy I could've ruined all your hard work," you say, wriggling with guilt like you attempt to pull away.

Spencer really doesn't want to let you go now he has you, not until he's sure you'll stay in one piece. "If it's ruined, it's my fault for failing to back it up."

He should tell you that he's sorry for what he said. He knew it wasn't right he moment it escaped him, to speak to you like that, and accuse you of what he did. He basically called you selfish, uncaring. He implied it and worse, and for what? An accident? A mis-step that he practically forced you into?

"I never should've said that to you," he says, breaking his hug to crouch in front front you, searching blindly for your hand as he holds eye contact, looking up. You deign to frown down. "And I walked away. And you're crying," —his voice fries with sympathy— "because of me."

Your hand is limp in his. "I'm sorry," he says.

"It's okay." You sniffle and nod, lips struggling into a smile.

"It's not okay."

"Well, I hit your coffee over, so we're even."

"You accidentally spilled my drink, you didn't deserve to be mocked."

"Spence…" Your eyes half-lidded, you wince down at the cradle of his hand where it holds yours. "Did I break it?"

"I don't know. I got to Garcia's office and I knew I did the wrong thing, so I came back."

You swallow audibly. "I just wanted to make you feel better."

"I know." He stands again as your eyes well with tears to hug you, kissing the top of your head. "I'm sorry. That was all me, okay? I shouldn't have snapped at you."

What follows is agony. Spencer patting your back through a panicked bubble of tears, wretched in knowing he caused it, and worse is the look you give him as he wipes your messed up make up away in want of a mirror, like you're grateful.

"Does it look really bad?"

"N–no. You look really pretty," he says.

"Are my eyes puffy?"

A little. "No. You look great." He can't apologise anymore– it won't help you feel better now, it'll just assuage his own worry. What you need is a different reassurance. "It's hard not looking at you, sometimes, you look that nice. But you know that already."

"I don't mean to do that. I didn't mean to."

Spencer puts his hand above your heart. "I know you didn't. I really, really shouldn't have said it. I was being cranky and I struck out like a kid."

"...You're not just saying I look nice to get back in the good books, are you?" you ask.

Spencer leans in, nearly nose to nose with you. "Of course not."

You tilt your head as though you might kiss him. He knows you won't and he's delighted anyways. It means you're feeling okay. He's nearly forgiven, or, at the very least, you're not actively upset. "I thought I liked seeing you pissed off, but now I'm not so sure."

"It's not a good look on me," he murmurs. "But it looks great on you, if you want to get angry with me."

"Well now I can't. I know it's what you want."

"Can I give you a hug?" he asks.

You drop all your acts and slide your arms around his neck. He wraps you up slowly, one arm at a time, careful to put all the pressure exactly where you like it.

"That feels nice," you mumble.

He bends into you and rubs your back. "Yeah?"

"Don't," you warn.

He draws a shape into your back with his fingers, slow, tiny things that make you squirm. "Don't what?"

"You're tickling me." You don't sound unhappy about it.

"What?" he asks. "I can't hear you over the sound of me being a huge jackass. Sorry."

Your giggle is honey into his shoulder, sticky and sluggish as his circles turn to stars.

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notyourjaem · 6 months ago

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HOMETOWN ★ L. DONGHYUCK + N. JAEMIN

★ PAIRING: collegestudent!female x roommates!hyuck & jaem

★ GENRE: friends with benefits, college (they're students; its mentioned briefly), threesome, NSFW

★ SUMMARY: coming back to your hometown for holiday break isn't always the best, but good thing you know some guys that are always glad to see you.

★ WORD COUNT: 2.0k

★ CONTENT/WARNINGS: hyuck is a business major, jaemin is an engineering major, tongue kissing, fingering, nipple sucking, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, dirty talking, jaemin is NASTY, teeny praise kink, hyuck is called sir as somewhat of a joke but he might like it, oral (m + f receiving, throat fucking, cum swallowing, some hints of aftercare cause yk!! oh god I think that is all.

★ AUTHORS NOTE: okay...here it is. my nct fic debut! this is supposed to be based around christmas break from university, but I dont think the window for these fics is closed just yet. sorry that i have to make everyone an engineering major because everything is about me! a big thank you to @jenoslutie for encouraging me to come over to the dark side & for betaing as well as @lovetaroandtaemin for betaing 💝

“I thought you’d never call me.” You threw your purse down onto the nearest chair in Donghyuck’s apartment as you crossed the threshold. “Hey, did you get new neighbors?”

Donghyuck shut the door before facing you. “No, they’re the same as before. Why wouldn’t I call you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you were busy.” You answered, the both of you stepping over to the living room couch.

“Sweetheart, did you forget it’s finals week?” Donghyuck asked you before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap. “Not all of us went away to school.”

“Hey, listen.” You adjusted yourself on him, doing your best to ignore the bulge of his that was now against your core. Harder said than done. “You’re a business major. Almost graduated. How hard can it be?”

“Tell me you missed me.” You pulled away from Donghyuck, feeling breathless.

“I missed you. Fuck, I missed you.” A hint of desperation could be heard in his voice as he pulled you back; the kiss was sloppy.

He let out a whimper as you were practically rutting your hips into him to feel any friction. Then, both of his hands moved down to grip your hips, grinding you against him.

“Hyuck.” You blurted out. “Wait.”

Donghyuck pulled away, watching you attentively as you gripped the bottom hem of your t-shirt. Albeit rather smug, you pulled it over your head and threw it on the couch next to Donghyuck’s lap.

You tousled your hair as he swore under his breath. “Fuck.”

Donghyuck moved his hands to touch you, before you stopped him. “Say please.” You tried to kiss him again but he pulled away, groaning in frustration.

“Come on, don’t do this to me.”

“Don’t do this to me.” A mocking voice suddenly interrupted the both of you. You looked over your shoulder to see Donghyuck’s roommate Jaemin had entered the room.

“Shut up.” Donghyuck sighed at his roommate's antics before giving his attention back to you.

“I see you started without me. I thought I said to wait until after I took my final.” Jaemin spoke as he removed his coat.

“I forgot.” Donghyuck responded.

“Yeah. I’ll remember that next time.” Jaemin spoke before coming behind you, wrapping his arms around you over your shoulders. “How’s my girl?”

You smirked before turning your head to kiss him. As soon as you did so, Donghyuck was tracing your left nipple with his thumb before giving it a slight pinch.

Letting out a moan against Jaemin’s mouth, he pulled away; his face mere centimeters from yours. “Miss me?”

Stupid question.

You nodded, biting down onto your bottom lip as Jaemin’s hand replaced Donghyuck’s.

“Missed both of you, honestly.” You sighed, looking at Donghyuck before he leaned forwards slightly, and then his warm mouth was around your right nipple; his wet tongue swirling around the swollen bud. You couldn’t help but let out a gasp; one of your hands tangled in his hair to keep him there.

“You did?” Jaemin spoke in a slightly condescending tone that was almost like he was teasing you for being so needy all of a sudden.

You nodded, looking up at Jaemin as he stood over you. Donghyuck must have caught it because he smirked, making his teeth scrape against your skin a little bit.

You winced, but it wasn’t out of pain. It was out of frustration. Donghyuck pulled away slightly to kiss your chest and near your collarbone; leaving a trail of wet red marks in his path.

“Dying to be touched aren’t you…” Jaemin mumbled to you like he was reading your mind.

“Please.” You whimpered, looking up at him to give him a pouty look that made you always get your way.

Donghyuck sighed, and leaned back onto the couch when you lifted your hips slightly. The space allowed Jaemin to slip his hand into the front of your pants, using the pads of his middle and ring finger to press against your clit, slowly rubbing in a circular motion.

An audible whine escaped your mouth, and you caught Donghyuck trying to maintain his composure.

“All this for us? Holy fuck…” Jaemin swore, before slipping his middle finger into you. You could already hear how wet you were, nobody had to say it.

“Mhm. All for you.” You leaned into Jaemin, but wanted so much more.

“Hyuck, stretch me out. Please.”

“Fuck, you have a dirty mouth, you know that?” Donghyuck swore, adjusting your pants so that he could fit his hand. For the time being, Jaemin moved his hand out of the way.

“And you love it.” Your cockiness only lasted about 5 seconds before Donghyuck slipped two fingers into your core; making you cry out. Donghyuck gasped at the fact that Jaemin was right. You were absolutely gushing.

“I seriously don’t know why you still have these on.” Jaemin spoke before pulling down your pants even more. “That’s much better.”

Jaemin softly kissed the top of your head before Donghyuck’s fingers curled inside of you while he fingered you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

“Fuck!” You sounded pathetic. “I’ll cum, I'm gonna cum.”

Donghyuck scoffed. “That’s the point, come on, give it to me.”

Jaemin’s hand snuck down between your legs again, stimulating your clit while Donghyuck’s fingers were inside of you still. Your legs were starting to tingle and tears began to form at the corners of your eyes until you finally came.

“Yeah…good girl.” Donghyuck praised you before popping his fingers in his mouth.

“God, you need to be fucked don’t you?” Jaemin’s voice was directly in your ear, and you nodded; still coming down from your high.

There was movement, and then you found yourself thrown over Jaemin’s shoulder and brought to his room. Your back hit the plush material of his comforter before your pants were finally completely gone, along with your underwear.

Jaemin hooked his hands behind your knees, pushing them back. You sucked in a breath as you suddenly remembered that Donghyuck was in the room with you both. Jaemin was probably thinking in his head about everything he’d do if his roommate wasn’t here.

“You’re so pretty…” Jaemin suddenly muttered; mostly to himself. He eased his grip on your legs, leaning down to place open mouthed kisses on one of your inner thighs.

You slightly lost sight of him after his necklace brushed against your leg and you felt his hot breath on your cunt.

“Jaemin I swear to fucking–” you didn’t get to finish your sentence before you felt his hot tongue against your clit, flicking the swollen bud. “Oh my god. Fuck. Oh my god.”

One of Jaemin’s hands rested near your hip to keep you still, then the other slipped two fingers into your hole. He was lapping up your juices like his life depended on it; the noises that you were hearing were nothing shy of obscene.

Jaemin moaned into your cunt, making you card your fingers through his hair. You grabbed a hold of the dark strands, pushing him down slightly. His nose bumped against your clit, emitting a whimper from you.

Finally, Jaemin pulled away, kissing the skin right near your folds before speaking. “Can’t cum yet, princess. Nobody fucked you yet.”

“He’s right. Get on your knees.” Donghyuck spoke suddenly.

“Yes, sir.” You answered, somewhat as a joke.

You changed your position on Jaemin’s bed, facing your back to him, and arching your ass up.

Hearing movement and clothes rustling behind you, you moved your knees apart a little bit more.

Donghyuck’s cock was painfully hard by now, as he moaned when he stroked himself a few times before positioning his tip at your entrance.

Jaemin was in front of you, his underwear lowered just enough to free his cock.

“Go slow, Hyuck.” You asked, within perfect timing of him pushing himself inside of you. However, painfully slow for you to feel the drag of his cock against your walls.

Your head dropped towards the bed and you grabbed a hold of the comforter below you with your right hand. “Fuck, oh my god.”

“You said slow.” Donghyuck spoke, fingertips gripping your hips so hard he was going to leave marks.

You finally lifted your head to look at Jaemin, who was already watching you.

“You look so pretty when you’re taking cock, you know?” His words alone made you whimper and involuntarily clench around Donghyuck.

Jaemin had a smile on his face as Donghyuck started fucking into you; your cunt already making a squelching sound.

“You like when I talk to you like that?” He asked, tapping his thumb along your bottom lip. Instinctively, you opened your mouth slightly, sucking the digit in as if it was his cock.

Jaemin released his thumb from your mouth with a pop, which you then stuck out your tongue for his cock.

“Fuck.” He swore. “I don’t even have to tell you what to do.”

A moan escaped your lips as Donghyuck suddenly pulled your hips back to meet him, slamming his entire cock inside of you at once.

Jaemin slapped his cockhead against your tongue a few times, making you taste the saltiness of the precum that was leaking from the tip. You took over soon after, hollowing your cheeks and sucking in as much of him as you could before you pulled away to get a breath.

Behind you, Donghyuck snuck one of his hands between your legs as two of his fingers gave pressure and friction to your clit. You nearly cried out; all of the stimulation at once almost too much.

“Fuck, she’s so sensitive.” Donghyuck swore to himself.

“Fuck my mouth.” You were finally able to get the words out to Jaemin; though somewhat of a whine.

“Yeah?” He was leaning down to you again. “You want me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours?”

“Yes!” You nearly choked on your words. “Please!”

“There it is.” Jaemin felt some sort of satisfaction from hearing you utter the word ‘please.’ It’s not like he wouldn’t have done it anyways.

Jaemin positioned himself in front of you, holding your head as he slowly pushed his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

He was going easy on you, until he picked up the pace. It felt like he was trying to match Donghyuck’s pattern behind you. Surely it didn’t take him long, all while you were turning into a drooling mess.

“Fucking hell, look at you creaming all over my cock.” Donghyuck slowed down his pace, gripping your ass cheeks in his hands to give himself a view that would surely have you shy; but not today.

You gagged on Jaemin’s cock, making him pull away from you slightly. A mess of saliva and precum smeared your lips and chin.

Using your saliva as lubricant, you steadied yourself with one of your hands and used the other to slowly stroke his length; paying close attention to his tip. You noticed Jaemin’s breathing was erratic, and his brows furrowed.

“Fuck. I’m close, im fucking close.” Jaemin swore, nearly panting. “Oh my fuck.”

“Me too, shit.” Donghyuck grabbed your hips as you pushed yourself back onto him.

“Both of you, in my mouth.” You finally spoke, then looked up at Jaemin that was in front of you. The way that you said it so casually caught him off guard.

“You’re something else. Get on the floor.”

With a smirk on your face, you happily got on your knees on the plush carpet below. Soon the two of them were hovering over you, making you stick your tongue out to anticipate both of their releases. It was Donghyuck to finish first, and Jaemin was seconds later.

“Fuck, so messy.” Donghyuck remarked, watching you lick some of his own cum off of your fingers while he came down from his own high.

“When do your classes start again?” You asked as Jaemin grabbed you a small towel to clean up.

“Like…two weeks.” Donghyuck answered, sort of unsure why you were asking.

“So what do you say like…same time next week?”

#lee donghyuck smut #lee donghyuck x reader #na jaemin smut #na jaemin x reader #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #kvanity

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waves-against-a-cliff · 7 months ago

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Woof - Ghost x reader

I have to get this out. Um, non-con collaring, spit kink, pup kink, doggy, leash and collar, orgasm denial.

Face pushed into sheets, fingers digging into the comforter as Simon's thick cock batters its way into your weeping pussy. Moans tear out of you as he rocks his hips, grinding his hips against the plushness of your ass as a low groan leaves his chapped lips. "Fuck doll," he grumbles as if he is about to be the one fucked into the mattress.

You let a pathetic whine as he pulls back and slowly pushes back in and you know that he is just watching as your cunt sucks in his cock. As your arousal coats his cock to let him in easier as if the lube he had spread on his drooling cock hadn't been enough.

"There's a good pup," he leans down to whisper to your ear, his back draped across yours; engulfing your entire being. He nips at your ear lobe and you kick your feet impatiently and he clicks his tongue at you. "Be patient. You'll get it soon enough," he warns but you rock back onto his cock. Demanding him with just that movement to do something.

Do something he does.

He snarls and pushes your face further into the sheets with one hand while the other grabs at the fat of your hips and thrusts forward brutally. "Oh god-" you gasp and he chuckles darkly as he pounds you into the mattress.

"Just had to go and be all impatient huh? Couldn't wait another moment for me pound this tight cunt?" He delivers a hard slap to your ass and you nod your head as much as you can with it pushed into the mattress like this.

The sound of skin on skin is obscene and he can't help but stare as your ass ripples each time it meets his hips. Each thrust pulls another sound from you, a moan or a whine or a combination of both as his cock abuses your g-spot. He reaches his arm around you, draping himself over you again as he ruts up into you earning tiny little squeaks. His thumb brushes over your overly sensitive clit and you squirm in his grip as a moan rips from you.

"Si-"

"Shh," he shushes, "good pups take what they're given," and your mind is spinning to much to hear the warning in his voice.

He rubs your clit just like he knows you like, groaning deep in your ear with clenched teeth as you involuntarily clench down around him. The build up is too much, your entire body feels tense and your legs start to shake as he holds your body up against his and just as the high starts to hit its peak, just as the dam is about to overflow, he stops.

"No no no, please," you beg. "Please don't stop," you sob.

"You beg so pretty," he cooes as you whine and squirm underneath him. "Would you do anythin' fer it?" He asks and you nod frantically.

"Anything, anything," you repeat and you don't see the cruel smile that appears on his face as he pauses his rutting. You're left dazed, confused as he reaches over for something out of your line of sight.

Then you feel the cool leather against your throat, your hair moved out of the way and the click of the collar latching into place. He places a finger between your neck and the collar and tightens it until his finger is pressed into your skin.

"Simon?" You ask, your voice betraying just how confused and dazed you are.

"Be a good pup and I'll let you cum," he whispers to you as your back is suddenly forced into a nasty arch that makes your muscles spasm slightly. You glance back and see a pretty pink leash wrapped around his fist and you want to snarl at him before he rolls his thumb over your pearl again and you're sent spinning and knocked from your mind. "Tha's a good pup," he taunts as he rocks his hips back against yours and a choked moan leaves your lips.

He plants a foot onto the mattress and really starts to fuck you. You claw at the bedspread, moans leaving you with each thrust and that heat begins to build again within you. It licks at the edges of your frayed mind and muffles out everything else but the way Simon's cock is hitting that one spot inside of you that makes your brain leak out from your ears.

"Simon please," you sob and he tsks.

"Speak proper pup," he hisses and tugs harder on the leash, forcing you further onto his cock with a high whine. Your cheeks become hot as your meekly bark. "Good try, speak louder."

You bark a little louder and he tilts your head up so you can see the smug look on his face. "Open," he commands and your mouth falls open as a glob of spit lands right onto your tongue. "Swallow," and he pats your cheek when you do. "Good pup, gonna let you have your reward now."

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley cod #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #ghost simon riley #cod simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon riley smut #simon riley x you #call of duty ghost #ghost smut

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slattlicker · 20 days ago

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can u do one where maybe schlatt or reader dont see eachother for a while (maybe like a month or so, one is on a bussines trip maybe schlatt recording something in japan again or whatever u get the point) and in the meanwhile reader gets her nips pierced and donesz tell him and when they reunite again they do the woohoo and schlatt goes feral over them

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * return of the rack ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: your long-distance boyfriend finally comes home. he’s jetlagged, lovesick, and touch-starved—and you’ve been hiding something from him. but when he finds out? it’s over for both of you. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

﹒₊✦ a/n: for the anon who sent me that amazing piercing reveal request—this one’s for you ♡ thank you for such a juicy prompt!! i’m just a little english major with no self-control. hope this hits everything you wanted.

warnings: explicit content (MDNI !!!) · long-distance reunion · emotional sex · tit worship · oral fixation · titfucking · praise-heavy filth · funny, filthy, tender

✧✧✧

you’ve been trying to take the perfect photo for almost forty-five minutes.

not that you’ll ever admit that out loud.

your phone’s propped against your dresser mirror with a half-dead candle and your old student id keeping it steady. the lighting in your room is this golden kind of lazy—just late enough in the day to paint everything amber, just warm enough to highlight the soft swell of your chest and the barely-there glint of silver beneath your shirt.

you tug the tank top down again. carefully. slowly.

it’s one of those old sleep shirts, kind of loose, kind of sheer—the kind you only wear when you’re feeling soft and a little scandalous in private. and right now? it's doing exactly what you need it to: showing just enough, but not everything. you lean forward slightly, testing how the fabric stretches, how visible the piercings are when you breathe out—

yeah. you snap the pic.

and immediately toss your phone onto the bed with a quiet, “jesus christ.”

the nerves are stupid. schlatt’s your boyfriend. he’s literally seen you shirtless. he's had your boobs in his mouth. he’s buried his face between your thighs more times than you can count. but this?

this feels different.

maybe it’s because you did it while he was gone. maybe it’s because it was spontaneous. impulsive. a little selfish in the best way. he’d only been gone a week when the idea hit you like a train—like something small and bold and kind of reckless that you needed to do for yourself.

you remember walking into that piercing studio like you weren’t shaking the whole time. you remember gripping the sides of the chair so hard your knuckles ached. you remember the piercer’s gloves and the clamp and the—

okay. no. you’re not reliving it. you’re healed now. mostly. you can touch them now, at least, and you do—gently—fingertips ghosting over the metal like they’re something precious.

they're still so new.

your first piercings, even. not a single earring to your name, but now you’ve got twin bars sitting proud in your chest like little secrets.

and maybe that’s what makes your stomach twist.

you didn’t tell him. you wanted to. so many times. every phone call, every stupid “i miss you” text with the heart emoji that made you melt. but the words just wouldn’t come out. you wanted to see his face when he found out. you wanted to feel it—the surprise, the want, the slow unraveling of him going feral in real time.

you wanted him to react.

so now you’re taking pictures. for yourself, mostly. just to see what you look like. to test your angles. to pretend, maybe, that you’d have the guts to send one. eventually.

another photo. this time lying on your back, shirt off, hair a little messy, hand ghosting over your ribs. the bars peek out just enough to catch the light.

you look good. you look hot, actually.

and that’s when the facetime rings.

incoming call: schlatt ♡

you let out the loudest full-body gasp known to man, scrambling for the shirt you just peeled off. your phone nearly topples off the bed. you answer, breathless.

his face fills the screen—messy curls under a hoodie, earbuds in, smile lazy.

“hey, baby.”

your heart is racing. “h-hi—hi. hi. what’s up?”

he tilts his head. “why do you look all flushed?”

you whip the blanket over yourself like a sinner in church. “i don’t—what? no. it’s hot in here.”

he grins, suspicious. “mhm. right.”

you glance around, looking for a distraction, anything. and then his voice cuts in again—so casual, like it doesn’t make your chest ache.

“think you can pick me up from the airport in like… two hours?”

you blink. “wait. what? you’re—you’re coming home today?!”

he nods. “figured i’d surprise you.”

he pauses, then leans a little closer to the screen.

“you miss me or what?”

your brain is screaming. your nipples definitely throb. and you’re sitting here, clutching a blanket like a victorian widow, pretending like you weren’t just arching for your own camera three minutes ago.

“…yeah,” you say. “i missed you.”

✧ ✧ ✧

you’re pacing by baggage claim, heart hammering, lips bitten raw, and currently being smothered alive by the most padded, over-engineered bra victoria ever refused to admit was a war crime.

you hadn’t worn this one in months. maybe years. it was a last-minute decision, panicked and breathless, the second you started imagining all the ways schlatt might react. the teasing. the staring.

you chickened out. and now?

you’re wearing a bra that might as well be classified as personal armor.

it’s one of those ridiculous contraptions with thick molded cups that force your boobs into a shape not found in nature. the kind with wire that digs into your ribs if you so much as exhale wrong. the kind that lifts, separates, compresses, confuses the populace. you feel like your chest is being served on a tray.

and yeah. you look obscenely stacked proportionally. like “local woman found toppling over in terminal c” kind of stacked. boobs up to your throat. they bounce when you breathe. your tank top is straining like it’s fighting for its life.

you don’t even look like you. you look like someone trying to distract airport security.

and of course, that’s exactly what schlatt sees first.

he’s walking out of the gate like a damn slow-motion movie—duffel bag slung over his shoulder, hair a little messy, hoodie pushed back, that familiar tired grin spreading across his face the second he spots you.

“there’s my girl.”

your breath catches. your limbs move before your brain can. you run to him, full-speed, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.

the hug is immediate and full-bodied, like instinct. he drops his bag with a soft oof and wraps his arms around you with the force of someone who’s been waiting weeks to do this. his hoodie smells like plane air and cologne and cheap ramen and him. you bury your face into his chest, letting your whole body melt into him.

“missed you so fucking much,” he mumbles into your hair. “jesus, you feel good.”

you smile into his hoodie, voice muffled. “missed you more.”

it’s warm. familiar. a little unreal. he sways with you, just slightly, like it’s muscle memory. and for a few long seconds, there’s no airport. no gate. no anxiety gnawing at your ribs. just him. just this.

and then—he pulls back a little.

just enough to look at you.

his hands stay anchored to your waist. his eyes scan your face like he’s checking for damage, soaking you in like a man starved. there’s something so soft in the way he looks at you—lids a little heavy, lips parted like he wants to say something but doesn’t want to break the moment.

then his eyes drop.

they linger. and linger. and then…

they squint.

“…what the fuck happened to your tits?”

you slap his arm. “schlatt—!”

“no, i’m serious. you been eatin’ whole cows while i was gone? you get a boob job?”

you laugh—sputter, really—shoving him a little while heat climbs up your neck. “it’s the bra, jesus. can you be normal for like five seconds?”

“i am being normal,” he mutters, eyeing your chest again. “it's just that you weren’t packin’ double m cups when i left.”

“it’s just…” you fidget, gripping your bag strap. “i didn’t know how you’d react...we’ll talk about it at home, okay?”

he raises an eyebrow.

“so you did do somethin’. uh huh. yeah. i knew it.”

he grabs his duffel bag, slings it over his shoulder, and leans close, voice low and just the slightest bit smug:

“gonna get it outta you one way or another, sweetheart.”

and he does not let it go the entire walk to the car.

✧ ✧ ✧

you’ve been trying to take the perfect photo for almost forty-five minutes.

not that you’ll ever admit that out loud.

you tug the tank top down again. carefully. slowly.

yeah. you snap the pic.

and immediately toss your phone onto the bed with a quiet, “jesus christ.”

this feels different.

okay. no. you’re not reliving it. you’re healed now. mostly. you can touch them now, at least, and you do—gently—fingertips ghosting over the metal like they’re something precious.

they're still so new.

your first piercings, even. not a single earring to your name, but now you’ve got twin bars sitting proud in your chest like little secrets.

and maybe that’s what makes your stomach twist.

you wanted him to react.

so now you’re taking pictures. for yourself, mostly. just to see what you look like. to test your angles. to pretend, maybe, that you’d have the guts to send one. eventually.

another photo. this time lying on your back, shirt off, hair a little messy, hand ghosting over your ribs. the bars peek out just enough to catch the light.

you look good. you look hot, actually.

and that’s when the facetime rings.

incoming call: schlatt ♡

you let out the loudest full-body gasp known to man, scrambling for the shirt you just peeled off. your phone nearly topples off the bed. you answer, breathless.

his face fills the screen—messy curls under a hoodie, earbuds in, smile lazy.

“hey, baby.”

your heart is racing. “h-hi—hi. hi. what’s up?”

he tilts his head. “why do you look all flushed?”

you whip the blanket over yourself like a sinner in church. “i don’t—what? no. it’s hot in here.”

he grins, suspicious. “mhm. right.”

you glance around, looking for a distraction, anything. and then his voice cuts in again—so casual, like it doesn’t make your chest ache.

“think you can pick me up from the airport in like… two hours?”

you blink. “wait. what? you’re—you’re coming home today?!”

he nods. “figured i’d surprise you.”

he pauses, then leans a little closer to the screen.

“you miss me or what?”

“…yeah,” you say. “i missed you.”

✧ ✧ ✧

you’re pacing by baggage claim, heart hammering, lips bitten raw, and currently being smothered alive by the most padded, over-engineered bra victoria ever refused to admit was a war crime.

you hadn’t worn this one in months. maybe years. it was a last-minute decision, panicked and breathless, the second you started imagining all the ways schlatt might react. the teasing. the staring.

you chickened out. and now?

you’re wearing a bra that might as well be classified as personal armor.

you don’t even look like you. you look like someone trying to distract airport security.

and of course, that’s exactly what schlatt sees first.

“there’s my girl.”

your breath catches. your limbs move before your brain can. you run to him, full-speed, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor.

“missed you so fucking much,” he mumbles into your hair. “jesus, you feel good.”

you smile into his hoodie, voice muffled. “missed you more.”

and then—he pulls back a little.

just enough to look at you.

then his eyes drop.

they linger. and linger. and then…

they squint.

“…what the fuck happened to your tits?”

you slap his arm. “schlatt—!”

“no, i’m serious. you been eatin’ whole cows while i was gone? you get a boob job?”

you laugh—sputter, really—shoving him a little while heat climbs up your neck. “it’s the bra, jesus. can you be normal for like five seconds?”

“i am being normal,” he mutters, eyeing your chest again. “it's just that you weren’t packin’ double m cups when i left.”

“it’s just…” you fidget, gripping your bag strap. “i didn’t know how you’d react…we’ll talk about it at home, okay?”

he raises an eyebrow.

“so you did do somethin’. uh huh. yeah. i knew it.”

he grabs his duffel bag, slings it over his shoulder, and leans close, voice low and just the slightest bit smug:

“gonna get it outta you one way or another, sweetheart.”

and he does not let it go the entire walk to the car.

✧ ✧ ✧

the door barely clicks shut before he’s on you.

his mouth is on yours, greedy and hot and so fucking needy it makes your knees buckle. you giggle into it—already breathless—as he walks you backward, one hand still gripping his duffel and the other sliding down your back like he’s checking if you’re still real.

“didn’t think i’d be gone long enough to forget how you taste,” he murmurs between kisses, voice all low heat and gravel.

“you’re ridiculous,” you breathe, clutching at his hoodie. “you’re the one who ran off to japan.”

“and you’re the one who picked me up looking like that. you knew what you were doing.”

you didn’t, not really, but you’re not exactly complaining.

he drops the bag somewhere behind you. kicks the door the rest of the way shut with his heel. you barely have time to register the living room before your back is pressed to the wall, his thigh sliding between yours, his mouth dragging down your jaw.

“whole car ride, babe,” he mutters against your skin, “i was sittin’ there just tryna breathe...relax after my long ass flight, and you’re over there yelling at the guy in front of us like your tits aren't beeping the horn for you. what was i supposed to do?”

your laugh turns into a gasp when his hands find your hips, yanking you closer.

you should stop. you meant to stop. meant to say something. to ease him into it gently. but he’s kissing you again, hard, one hand already sliding under your shirt—and you forget. you completely forget.

because it’s just him. home. warm. wanting. and it feels so good to be wanted.

he breaks the kiss just long enough to tug your shirt off.

“c’mere. let me get this armor off you.”

his fingers fumble at your back—expertly, annoyingly fast—and with one practiced flick, the bra gives way.

he peels it off.

and then he freezes.

you blink up at him, chest rising and falling, lips kiss-swollen and barely able to catch your breath.

“schlatt?”

he’s just staring.

then slowly—like he’s afraid to jinx it—he cups one breast in his hand. runs his thumb over the metal.

“…no. fucking. way.”

oh.

oh fuck.

“i forgot,” you blurt, eyes wide. “i meant to—schlatt, i meant to tell you—”

but he doesn’t even hear you.

his pupils blow wide. his hand tightens on your waist. he’s grinning, borderline maniacal, voice suddenly raspier than it has any right to be.

“you got your nipples pierced,” he says, half-laughing. “you went and did this while i was gone? and didn’t tell me?”

“i was nervous!” you squeak.

“you were nervous?? baby, i’m—i’m losing my fucking mind right now.”

and then he’s on you.

mouth on your chest, fingers everywhere, muttering curses and praise and wild, unhinged things like “how the fuck do you expect me to be normal ever again,” and “you want me to die, don’t you.”

he doesn’t even wait.

his mouth is on your chest like he’s starving—tongue hot and wet, dragging slow between the piercings before closing around one with a groan that vibrates through your whole body.

you gasp—sharp and shaky—because they’re still sensitive. still a little too new. but god, it feels good. it feels like everything in you tightens at once, toes curling against the floor, thighs squeezing around his hips like muscle memory.

you can’t help it. your body knows him. remembers him.

“fuck,” he breathes, pulling back just enough to look. really look. his thumb brushes over the barbell, slow, reverent, like he’s not sure it’s real. “you are so fucking hot. i can’t—i literally can’t believe you did this. how the fuck did i land you.”

you can’t think of a single coherent word, let alone say one.

your chest feels like it’s glowing under his hand. every nerve from collarbone to navel lights up like electricity, sharp and dizzying and hungry. and then—your back hits the couch.

you barely realize he’s walked you there. you just know you’re sitting now, breath punched out of you, and he’s already dragging your leggings off—voice low and shaky and nothing like the cocky tone he usually has when he teases you.

“you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he mutters, like he’s scolding himself. like he’s pacing in his own head. “so fuckin’ perfect. brand new tits for me and you didn’t even tell me? shit, baby—i’m gonna lose my mind.”

his hands are on your thighs, spreading them apart, rough palms sliding over skin like he needs to memorize every inch before it slips away again. like he doesn’t trust that you’re really here.

you open your mouth to say something. anything. but then his hand cups between your legs and your whole body jumps.

you’re soaked.

you feel embarrassingly exposed—slick and warm and pulsing, thighs trembling with how much you’ve missed this. him. the way he touches you like he can’t help it. like you’re the only thing that exists.

“fuckin’ missed this,” he says, and it’s not a line. it’s not dirty talk. it’s just true.

you nod, because you’re the same. you missed this so much it ached. you slept in his old t-shirts and reread your text threads and counted days until he was back. and now he’s here. and he’s hard. and he’s pushing his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock and you swear your lungs stop working.

you reach for him.

he catches your wrist. not to stop you—but to kiss it.

soft. stupidly soft.

and then he’s pushing into you.

you moan—loud, desperate, your head falling back with a dull thud against the cushions as he sinks in deep, all at once. there’s no teasing. no slow adjustment. it’s just full-body contact, heat against heat, everything you’ve been starving for crashing into place in one sharp, overwhelming moment.

you forgot how good he feels. thick and hot and perfect, pressed flush against your hips with a groan that curls through your ribs and lives there.

“jesus christ,” he mutters, hands gripping your thighs hard enough to bruise. “you—baby, you’re fuckin’ tight.”

“you’ve been gone,” you breathe, voice cracking like you’ve been holding it in for weeks. “i missed you.”

and he loses it.

he leans in, presses his forehead to yours, thrusting hard enough to make the couch creak beneath you both. your legs wrap around his waist out of instinct, trying to hold him closer, tighter, deeper. you can feel yourself squeezing around him with every thrust, and you know he feels it too by the way his jaw locks and his breathing falls apart.

and then—god,—his hand finds your chest again.

thumb brushing over the piercing, palm warm against your skin.

you gasp. again. high and helpless.

“still sensitive, huh?” he whispers, voice just rough enough to send a shiver down your spine. “bet you touched yourself thinkin’ about me sucking on ’em.”

“i didn’t,” you gasp. “i—I wanted it to be you.”

his hips stutter, eyes snapping open to look at you—something sharp and stunned swimming behind the want.

“fuck,” he groans. “you’re gonna make me cum so fast, baby.”

and for a second, you think he might.

but then—he swallows. hard. sets his jaw like he’s fighting with himself.

and you watch it—watch him choose not to let go. not yet.

he’s breathing like he’s been running, chest rising and falling fast against yours, sweat starting to bead at his temples. but his pace slows, just barely—enough to make every thrust feel deeper. heavier. drawn out like he’s trying to memorize the way you fit together.

“i missed you so much,” he says, voice rough and uneven. “you don’t—you don’t fuckin’ know.”

you do. god, you do. it’s all you’ve felt since he walked through the airport gate—like your body had been waiting without you, aching in your bones and your blood and your fingertips.

you open your mouth to say it. to say me too, or i love you, or something that doesn’t make your throat feel like it’s about to close.

but then he rolls his hips—just right—and your voice breaks on a moan instead.

he groans. low, desperate.

“that’s it,” he whispers. “so fucking good.”

your legs tighten around him, body arching into his, fingers gripping at his shoulder like he’s all that’s holding you up. and maybe he is.

he slides his hand between you—presses his palm flat over your chest again, thumb tracing your piercing in slow, lazy circles like he knows exactly what it does to you now.

and it’s too much.

you’re already so full. already so close. and the added friction, the heat, the thrill of being seen like this—laid out and shaking and known in this way—it’s all stacking on top of itself in your stomach, hot and heavy and tight.

“schlatt—” you gasp, voice cracking.

he looks at you. really looks. and his face softens.

“i got you,” he murmurs. “just let go. i’ve got you.”

and you do.

you come with a cry—loud and open and shameless, your whole body tensing, then breaking. it rips through you like a snapped wire—sharp and fast and blinding, curling your toes and flattening your spine against the couch as your hands clutch at him for dear life.

and he feels it.

he lets out the most wrecked groan against your throat, holding you through it—letting you ride it out with slow, shallow thrusts as your body jerks around him in waves.

you’re gasping. whimpering. blinking hard against the blur in your eyes.

“fuck, fuck, baby,” he breathes, voice coming apart. “you’re so fuckin’ pretty when you cum.”

your muscles twitch. your thighs are still shaking. your whole body is buzzing with the kind of heat that leaves you boneless and ruined.

he kisses your cheek. your jaw. the corner of your mouth.

“that’s my girl,” he whispers, all hoarse and reverent. “you did so good. so fuckin’ good for me.”

and you believe it. even if your brain is barely working.

you’re so gone, you don’t realize he’s pulled out until his cum-slick cock presses against your stomach, twitching in his hand.

you blink at him. still breathless. still warm and open and raw.

he’s staring at your chest again.

then—quietly, still panting—he says:

“lemme cum on ’em.”

your stomach flips.

“wha…?” you manage.

he swallows. nods, like he’s reassuring himself. like he’s asking permission, even as his hand keeps moving around the base of his cock.

“your tits,” he says, eyes locked on the piercings. “lemme fuck ’em, baby. i gotta. i have to. please?”

and you—you don’t think. you just nod.

he kisses you, fast and crooked, missing your mouth a little like he can’t think straight anymore. like he needs to touch every part of you to stay grounded.

“fuck—thank you,” he mutters, voice gone wrecked. “fuckin’—thank you.”

you barely process him moving. you’re too loose-limbed and blinking slow to react. he kneels back, pulling you with him gently until you’re upright, your spine brushing the back of the couch, thighs still parted lazily across the cushions.

your chest rises and falls. your skin’s still flushed from the orgasm. and your tits—

they’re still shining. spit-slick from his mouth, flushed and sensitive, the tiny metal bars glinting in the low light like jewelry.

you glance down and see them like he’s seeing them.

and yeah.

you’d wanna fuck ’em too.

“press ’em together for me,” he says, rough. “please, baby. lemme—lemme see it.”

his voice breaks on that last part, and it does something to you. you bring your hands up, slow, still shaking slightly, and squeeze your breasts together between your palms.

you can feel the cool metal of the bars press into the softness of your skin. can feel the sweat, the heat, the need.

he groans—loud. hand stroking himself at the sight, chest flushed, eyes wide and ravenous.

“jesus christ,” he breathes. “you’re—you’re gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

he shuffles forward on his knees until he’s right there, cock in hand, flushed and glistening, already leaking at the tip. his fingers tremble as he slots himself between the valley you’ve made, pressing into the warmth of your skin with a shuddering inhale.

“ohhh my god.”

he thrusts once—just once—and it punches a sound out of both of you.

the slick slide of him between your tits is obscene. hot. messy. you can feel every ridge of him drag over the swell of your chest, the way his tip nudges the curve of your collarbone. the way the piercings barely catch on the motion.

he’s already losing rhythm.

“you’re so hot,” he gasps. “you’re so fucking hot. i’ve been thinkin’ about you like this the whole fuckin’ trip—shit—baby—”

you just nod. can’t speak. can’t look away.

his hand joins yours, squeezing around the outside of your tits, fucking up into the softness like he needs it. like he wants to burn the image of it into his skull.

his eyes flicker—up, down, back to your chest, your face, the piercings again.

“gonna cum,” he pants. “gonna—fuck—lemme cum on ’em, please. fuckin’ lemme—lemme—”

“yeah?” you breathe, voice wrecked and sticky-sweet. “you want these that bad, baby?”

your thumbs flick over the barbells as you squeeze your tits tighter for him, watching the way his eyes snap to the movement.

“then fucking do it.”

and then he does.

with a shout that comes from deep, he cums hard—thick and hot and everywhere. ropes of it across your chest, your throat, your collarbones, dripping down the piercings like they were made to hold it. he keeps thrusting through it, jerking slightly, riding the last of it out until he’s completely spent, cock twitching between your tits as he collapses forward onto his elbows.

his forehead drops to your shoulder. he’s breathing so hard it rocks you both a little.

you sit there, still holding your tits together, heart hammering, cum cooling on your chest, mouth parted in absolute disbelief at what just happened.

and then—

“...okay,” he pants, hoarse. “next time? warn me if you upgrade your body again. i’m not emotionally prepared for this shit.”

you wheeze out a laugh.

“i’ll consider it.”

“consider it strongly. i’m tryin’ to live a long life.”

“you just made a mess on my chest.”

he groans, flops fully onto you, kisses your shoulder like an apology and a thank-you and a “holy shit” all at once.

“worth it.”

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verstappenf1lecccc · 7 months ago

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Toto Wolff with wife reader. Feat their son, Jack. She had some sort of trouble breathing but didn't want to alarm Toto or anyone else. Because they're busy preparing for the races. Even other drivers & WAGs ask her if she's alright. Ask me if you want more insight. Thanks!! :)) With prompts :

1)"My chest really... hurts..."

2)"I can't really breathe -"

3)"Don't you dare pass out on me."

4)"Careful you don't fall - gotcha!"

You can choose how many you want to use.

You can choose how many you want to use

Ps : from p✌🏻

“Breathless”

i will always write p’s requests first! hope you like it p

The sun had barely risen over the Silverstone circuit, casting a golden glow across the track as cars roared to life in the distance. It was race day, the culmination of months of tireless effort, strategies, and sacrifices. Every member of the Mercedes team, from the engineers to the drivers to the WAGs, was on edge. But it was a different kind of nervousness for you, the wife of Toto Wolff.

Toto was deep in his preparations, leading the team as always, focused and composed. He had the weight of the world on his shoulders as the team’s success and his drivers’ performance depended on the decisions made in those crucial final moments before the race. But you… you were struggling, and he had no idea.

As the day progressed, the increasing pressure of the crowd and the weight of the upcoming race only made it harder for you to breathe. It started off small—just a bit of tightness in your chest—but over time it became harder to ignore. The subtle discomfort bloomed into something much worse, sharp pangs slicing through your ribcage, leaving you gasping for air. You found it harder to breathe, each inhale feeling like you were suffocating, but you refused to let it show. You couldn’t. Not now. Not when Toto had so much to focus on. He couldn’t know.

You sat quietly in the hospitality area, surrounded by the other wives and girlfriends of the drivers, but you barely heard their chatter over the pounding in your ears. You could feel their concerned glances on you, but you forced a smile, clutching your chest and taking slow, shallow breaths, praying it would pass. The last thing you wanted was to be a distraction.

As you sipped your water, Jack, your young son, came over to you, his little face full of concern.

“Mommy, are you okay?” Jack asked, his innocent voice bringing warmth to your heart, even though your chest burned with every passing second.

You forced a smile, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a little tired, that’s all.”

Jack seemed to buy it, but the others weren’t so easily fooled.

One of the other drivers’ wives, Sophie, leaned in, her face etched with worry. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked gently. “You don’t look well.”

You nodded quickly, trying to mask the pain behind a veil of reassurance. “I’m fine, just… just a bit lightheaded. Nothing to worry about.”

But Sophie didn’t seem convinced. She glanced at you, and you could tell she wanted to say more, but she was interrupted by the loud rumble of an engine firing up on the track.

The tightness in your chest worsened, and you pressed a hand to your ribs, trying to steady your breathing. But it felt impossible. You were suffocating, and the air just wasn’t enough.

You stood up abruptly, trying to mask your discomfort by pretending to stretch. But it only made things worse. Your vision blurred, the edges of the world fading as you tried to push through it. Your breaths became shallow, faster, more frantic. A cold sweat broke out on your forehead, and you stumbled forward, nearly collapsing into the arms of another WAG, who immediately caught you.

“Okay, that’s it,” Sophie said, her voice now filled with urgency. “You’re not fine. Let me get help.”

You shook your head weakly, panic rising in your chest, but you couldn’t argue anymore. Everything was spiraling out of control.

Meanwhile, Toto was deep in a team meeting, his mind on the race, on the strategy, on the stakes ahead. He was so close to achieving his dream for the season, but in the back of his mind, he always made sure to check in on you. Even now, he felt a strange unease tug at him, but he brushed it off. The day was too important.

But then, the call came.

“Toto, it’s your wife. You need to come now,” Sophie said, her voice thick with panic.

His heart stopped, a sinking feeling dropping to the pit of his stomach. He bolted from the room, his legs carrying him faster than he ever thought possible. He had no idea what was happening, but the tone in Sophie’s voice was enough to make his blood run cold.

When he arrived at the hospitality suite, the sight of you, pale and struggling for air, made his chest tighten in an instant. You were leaning against a table, breathing erratically, your hand clutching at your ribs as though you were trying to hold yourself together.

“Toto,” you whispered, barely able to get the words out. “I’m sorry… I didn’t want to worry you…”

Toto’s face went ashen, his eyes wide with fear. “Don’t you dare pass out on me,” he growled, kneeling beside you, gripping your shoulders with a desperation you’d never seen from him before. “Please… just breathe, breathe with me.”

You gasped for air, but it was no use. Your chest constricted even more, the pain unbearable. A cold sweat drenched your skin, and you felt like you were slipping away. You couldn’t breathe.

Toto’s voice broke through the fog of panic, his hands shaking as he pressed you against his chest. “Stay with me, love. Stay with me. I can’t lose you.”

The next few moments were a blur. Paramedics rushed in, lifting you onto a stretcher and into the ambulance, Toto never leaving your side. He was frantic now, a man out of control, his mind racing with fear as he clutched your hand, whispering reassurances he didn’t believe himself. He was terrified.

In the ambulance, the oxygen mask was placed over your face, but the damage had been done. Your heart, strained under the pressure, had given out. You had suffered a heart attack—an event that felt so sudden, so unexpected. The pain, the tightness, the feeling of being trapped in your own body—it all made sense now. But the fear in Toto’s eyes, the way he cried quietly while holding your hand, that was something you couldn’t have prepared for.

“I need you, please,” Toto muttered, his voice raw with emotion. “I can’t do this without you.”

You fought for consciousness, focusing on the steady rise and fall of the oxygen as it filled your lungs. Slowly, the tightness eased, and you managed to open your eyes. The first thing you saw was Toto, his face streaked with tears, his expression torn apart with anguish. And then you saw Jack, standing beside him, his little hands clutching his father’s pant leg, looking up at you with eyes wide in fear.

You squeezed Toto’s hand weakly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’m okay… I’m here.”

Toto’s entire body shuddered as he breathed in, the relief on his face immediate, but his hands remained tight around yours. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again.”

“I didn’t mean to,” you whispered, tears welling up in your own eyes now. “I didn’t want you to worry. I just… I didn’t want to be a distraction. Not today.”

He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his voice low and full of emotion. “You are my world, you are my priority. Everything else can wait. Don’t you ever try to protect me from your pain again. I can’t lose you.”

Toto’s words, raw and vulnerable, tore through you. You had been so determined to stay strong for him, for Jack, for the team. But now, in this moment, you realized that the only thing that mattered was the people you loved.

And you were going to fight for them.

Fight for your life. Because Toto Wolff couldn’t lose his family.

And neither could you.

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pretty-little-mind33 · 2 months ago

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Count Alexei Vronksy x fem!reader

Summary: You have not seen your childhood best friend in years, and when you finally do so much has changed, and yet nothing has changed at all...

Genre: hurt and comfort <3

Warnings: friends to lovers, mentions of brothels and implication of physical violence towards women/domestic abuse

COUNT ALEXEI VRONSKY MASTERLIST

You haven't seen Alexei Vronsky in almost ten years—not since your family had shipped you off to have an education in England. Which meant that, on the train returning to Moscow one February evening, when your Mama brought him up, you were more than surprised.

"Alexei? Yes, what about him? Papa says he became a cavalry officer," you say, clutching onto the intricate leather gloves on your lap as you turn your head, your hat weighing heavy on your neck as the snowy landscape passes you by.

You had convinced yourself that you didn't think of Alexei, so why was he suddenly the topic of conversation now?

"He is in Moscow with the Countess. He came to say hello," your mother hums, a soft smile on her lips.

"Say hello to whom?"

"To you, доченька (precious daughter)."

Your head snaps forward as the train comes to a harsh halt. "Pardon?"

Your Mama just sends you a look and stands. She doesn't seem amused by your attitude, especially because she knows Alexei was your best friend. She knows there is no man, apart from perhaps your Papa, you loved more than Alexei.

Which is why this all seemed especially cruel. You had returned to Russia to marry Igor Angeloff, the second son of Grand Duchess Natalya Angeloff, your mama's closest friend. You shouldn't even be thinking of another man.

You follow her outside the train, gasping as you feel the chilly wind, and your hat finally falls from your head and stumbles through the snow in front of you. You lean forward and outstretch your arm, reaching for your hat, but you come to a halt when you see a pair of shiny leather shoes in your vision.

"Is this hat yours, солнышко (Sunshine)?" The childhood nickname startles you, but it's the voice that makes you pause. You look up. Alexei has grown much taller since you'd last seen him. His lanky frame is now replaced by broad shoulders and flexing muscles. His hair is shinner and curlier, and the blue of his eyes contrasts to the pink of his lips.

He looks like an angel.

"Alexei?" you whisper, your gaze dropping down to where he still holds your hat.

"It had been forever, hasn't it?" he grins, his lips curl into a smile. Something inside you shifts, and your lips curl into a smile even wider than his as instincts take over.

You practically jump into his arms, holding your arms around his neck. Alexei grunts, surprised, but he catches you anyway, your hat falling from his hands as they hold your waist. "I missed you," you admit in a whisper, which is only for him to hear.

You'd spent years convincing yourself you hadn't missed him that the admission felt foreign falling from your lips.

He tightens his arms around you. "I missed you as well, солнышко (Sunshine)," he says, and suddenly everything feels right again.

* * *

That evening, the gardens aren't in bloom as snow ices over the branches and cover the flower beds. You're dressed warmly, your arm linked with Alexei's as you nuzzle into him for warmth. The sky is turning darker the further you walk, and there seems to be so much to mention, you don't even know where to begin.

"A cavalry officer, hm?" you say, smiling up at him. You look at his uniform, admiring it.

Alexei nods. "I like it. They're good people. You'll have to meet my horse, Frou-Frou, sometime," he looks at you with a small smile. "He's a sweetheart." He pauses and continues, "How was England?"

"Rainy," you laugh and look at the path, "But I got a good education. I cannot complain. It feels different being here again. With you." Your confession hangs in the air for a moment, and Alexei looks pained.

"I should have written to you," he admits.

You squeeze his arm with your hand. "I didn't write to you either. We were children, Alexei. None of us are to blame. We're here now, that is what truly matters." You smile, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in your stomach as you look at him. His blue eyes lock with yours, and the air leaves your lungs. None of you speak for a moment, but you've stopped walking.

Alexei unlinks your arms but holds your hands in his. His voice is strained when he asks, "Maman tells me you're betrothed to Igor Angeloff," Alexei says his name with such disdain, and your chest tightens. You nod slowly, your eyes never leaving his.

Something is wrong.

Alexei clicks his tongue. "He is a brute," he says, almost hesitating.

"Whatever does that mean?" you ask, eyes wide

"Alexsander and I have heard him speak of the brothels he frequents," Alexei admits, looking away for a moment as snow falls, dusting your hair with white speckles. His thumb brushes some away from your hair as his jaw tightens. "He doesn't treat those girls as he should."

You take in his words, reality causing your skin to shiver as your mouth dries. You don't know what to say to him. If you didn't marry Igor, what did you have waiting for you here? You were already twenty-two and without a husband. You couldn't wait much longer.

Hurt, anger, and confusion cross your features. What does Alexei think this information will do apart from scare you? There have been talks of him marrying Princess Kitty. What could he possibly do to prevent you from marrying Igor?

"I have no choice," you tell him, your hands dropping from his.

"There is always a choice, солнышко (Sunshine)."

"Perhaps for you, not for me. I am a woman, I need a husband," you say, looking at him sadly.

Alexei shakes his head, the snow falling quicker. "I cannot accept that. I cannot bear you marrying him, not when he could hurt you. He is capable of hurting you. Your family doesn't know him like I do. I- I will not watch you slip away from me again—"

His words confuse you. Ten years ago, Alexei hadn't even said a proper goodbye when your family put you on that ship for England, and now he's pretending you slipped away? "I don't understand," you admit, your gaze wide, and when Alexei slowly kneels on one knee, you back away, heels kicking snow.

You frown, your gaze hardening. "Alexei. Get up."

He doesn't listen. Instead, he fumbles with his uniform pocket and pulls out a small, golden box. He pops it open,and the prettiest ring you've ever seen shines in the dim light. You stare at him, speechless.

"Is this Kitty's ring?" you ask, your voice small. The ring does looks worthy of a princess.

Alexei shakes his head. "No. No. I didn't buy this for her. It's for you."

"Me?" you say, shaking your head in disbelief and confusion. "Why–how? When?"

Alexei stands and walks towards you. He shuts the box and puts it in your hand as his hands close around yours. He's so close now. His blue eyes are intoxicating, but you don't want to look away. "When Maman told me you were coming back and that you were supposed to marry Igor, I almost lost my mind. Y/n, you were almost always on my mind—like some distant memory or an unattainable fantasy. I didn't dare reach out. And, then you were coming home again, and it was all real and I couldn't let him have you. He wouldn't be the kind of husband you deserve."

"But you would?" you ask and tense when one of his hands cup your cheeks.

Alexei nods, his jaw clenched with determination. "I would do anything to make you happy. I would gift you the world if you let me."

You take in his words, but you are not quite sure how to process them. The confession of his feelings has caused the ones you had spent years hiding to bubble to the surface. The little girl inside you yearns for this. She wants to be his.

However, you have responsibilities—you have a duty. Igor is a Duke. Marrying Alexei wouldn't assure your family that stability. You'd be a Countess, nothing more, and you have worked so hard for a chance at a higher position.

Did it matter that you'd be marrying a violent man when so much rests on your shoulders?

"Let me show you what I mean," Alexei suddenly whispers, his voice snapping you back to the present and then his hand tightens around your cheek, and he leans in. His lips feel soft against yours, and he kisses you like you're something precious. Your hand falls from the box, and you grasp the fabric of his uniform near his waist. You find yourself kissing him back as his hand tangles into your hair.

The pristine locks of your curled hair become messy under his touch, and still, you keep kissing him.

You don't want this moment to end, but you know it must. You pull away, hands lifting to rest on his chest as you catch your breath. "Alexei," you mutter. Your breathing is labored, and you lean into his touch when he cups your cheek with his hand.

"мое солнышко (My Sunshine)," he whispers, a soft smile tugging his lips.

"My family—they wouldn't want—"

"Do you want this?" Alexei interrupts, his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek.

You open your mouth but shut it just as quickly. "You know that doesn't matter."

"It does. It matters to me. Tell me."

Your eyes shut, and you bite your lip. "I do, Alexei, of course I do," you admit, a lightness in your chest being lifted. Alexei's eyes sparkle, and his smile widens. He leans in and kisses your lips again.

"I will make you mine, I promise," he says as he rests his forehead on yours. "Let me take care of your family. Everything will be set right, my love."

You relax into him, feeling safe in his arms. You choose to believe him because for once in your life, you're choosingwhat you want and not what someone else wants from you.

You're choosing Alexei, and he's choosing you.

Nothing has ever felt more right.

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redskull199987 · 2 years ago

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Plzz write fnaf Michael x femreader! It starts like a fluff and then smut👀

Lucky

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader Request Word Count:2.4k Warnings:Angst to Fluff to Smut, this got way angstier than i thought SOWWWY- but I promise, fluff ensues, Smut ensues, so MDNI/18+, Movie Spoilers Summary:After you finally return from work, a few surprises await you at home…

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Your day had been slow. Agonizingly slow. Time seemed to go by extra slow today and by the time you finally left your office, it had felt like you had spent a week there, instead of a day. But as you slowly made your way towards your car, your mood lightened, as you remembered what would await you at home.

Your loving Boyfriend and his even sweeter little sister.

The little family you had built over the years always managed to put a smile on your face and especially after the whole drama at that Pizza Plex, you were even more grateful for what you had.

You slightly shook your head, trying to avoid thinking of those memories. The things you had seen, while Mike and You tried to save his sister from the dead children. You hoped that they got what they wanted…and that the Monster who created them had gotten what he deserved.

Your mind was about to wander back to the memory of the springlocks violently stabbing into his chest, as a knock on your car window quite literally pulled you out of your thoughts.

A quiet gasp left your lips, as you looked outside to see who had knocked. Much to your relief, it was only your coworker, who wanted to wish you a good night. You quickly uttered your goodbyes, before finally starting the car and making your way back home.

By the time you arrived, the sun had long since disappeared behind the horizon. You quickly parked your car next to Mike´s before moving towards the entrance.

You didn't bother turning on the lights in the hallway, as you dropped your bag to the floor and kicked off your shoes.

Before you could call out for Mike and Abby, you heard someone running towards you and as you realized what was happening, you quickly duck away, stumbling backwards.

Just in time to avoid being hit by the bat that was swung into your direction.

“Mike!! It's me!! It's just me!!”, You quickly yelled and reached for the lightswitch.

As the hallway was suddenly illuminated by the dim gleam of the ceiling light, you could make out the figure of Mike in front of you. He was breathing heavily. With the bat still in his hand, he was towering over you. He just looked at you for one more second, before finally realizing what was happening. He quickly dropped the bat, a hand flying to his face, covering his mouth in disbelief of what he had just done.

“I´m sorry…”, he mumbled, dropping to his knees,”I'm so sorry. I thought…I thought it was..that it was o-one of t-them..”

Your heart broke at the sight in front of you. You quickly pulled Mike into your arms:”It's okay, Mike. I´m alright. They're gone now. They're gone.”

You gently kissed his temple, as you saw that he tried to suppress his tears. You knew that he was having a hard time dealing with the gruesome events. It had left scars on him. Both physically and mentally.

“I´m sorry..”, he muttered once more, pulling you closer to him. You only kissed his forehead again and mumbled sweet nothings into his ear until he had calmed down again.

You gently cupped your boyfriend´s face and gave him a soft smile. To your delight, he returned the smile and leaned forward to quickly peck your lips.

The sweet moment was interrupted as the voice of Abby grabbed your attention. The young girl came running into the hallway, calling out both of your names. Your smile got even bigger as she quickly came over to you, giving you a short hug, before starting to ramble about what she had drawn today and that she wanted to show you all her artworks. You happily nodded at everything that she said.

“Alright Abbs.”, Mike suddenly said, interrupting his sister and affectionately patting her head,”You can show her tomorrow. It's time for bed now.”

The little girl pouted for a moment and turned back to you:”But I wanna stay up and play with you.”

You gave her a mischievous smile:”I tell you something. If you promise me to go to bed now, I will play and draw with you tomorrow the entire day. And I'll make your favorite Dinner, hm?”

Abby´s face lit up in anticipation. She quickly nodded and said good Night to you and Mike, before disappearing into her room.

Mike only looked at you with admiration,”How do you alway do that?”, he asked, as the two of you also made your way to your shared bedroom.

“It´s a secret”, You grinned and let yourself fall down on the bed. A satisfied groan left your lips, as you finally felt the stress from work dissolve into nothing but hot air.

You watched how Mike pulled his Hoodie over his head and throwing it to the side. Now only left in his T-Shirt, he flopped down beside you, propping his head up on his arm and looking down at you. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, just looking you up and down, before he slowly lifted his hand and gently grasped your cheek. You gasped quietly, as he suddenly leaned forward and connected your lips in a sweet and tender kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds before he pulled back again. You looked up at him and saw that his eyes were closed, as he leaned his forehead against yours.

Finally, Mike opened his mouth to say something, but after a few seconds of silence, he closed it again and he opened his eyes. You looked at his dark orbs and almost lost yourself in all the emotions, he was trying to convey only with his gaze.

“It's okay.”, you affirmed, “I know. You don't have to say anything, Mike.”

The boy only smiled at you and it was a genuine smile. One, that you rarely got to see.

Without another word, Mike suddenly sat up, pulling you with him and into his lap. You gasped loudly at the sudden change of position, which gave Mike the chance to put his mouth back onto yours.

This kiss was different. It was passionate, hungry even. He groaned lowly as he pulled your body tighter against his. Your hands pressing up against his chest, while he explored your Body with his.

“Mike..”, you warned him, as he started to kiss your jaw, your skin burning like fire everytime his lips touched you.

“Your sister…”, You mumbled again, but you and him both knew that it was already too late, that you were already at his mercy, the gaze of yours just as hungry as his.

“We'll be quiet.”, he finally answered, as he pushed you off his lap and onto the mattress. You watched how he now also pulled his Shirt over his head, before leaning down to kiss you again. You moaned against his lips, as you felt his cold hands wander under your sweater. He squeezed your hips tenderly, while making it his mission to let you drown in his kisses. As he finally parted to help you out of your clothes, you immediately missed the feeling of his lips pressing against yours.

Quickly you pulled your sweater over your head, discarding it on the floor. Mike only admired you for a few seconds, his gaze wandering all over your Body and you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

“Don't look at me like that.”, you mumbled and gently put your hand over his eyes.

Mike only chuckled at your antics,”Like what?”, he asked, acting all innocent and letting your hand remain on top of his eyes.

After a few seconds of Silence, you slowly pulled your hand back and his eyes went back to look at you.

“Like that.”, You croaked, looking away from him.

“But why?”, Mike teased, pulling you closer to his body by your hips,”I love what I am seeing.”

Upon hearing his words, you looked back up at him. his eyes held no ounce of doubt. He was a hundred percent sure.

“I love you too, Mike”, You smiled and quickly pecked his lips. Mike only returned the smile,”May I?”, he asked, mentioning towards your bra.

You quickly nodded and mere seconds later, your bra joined the heap of clothing that was already on the floor.

Mike´s lips quickly latched onto your breast, as his hand gave the same attention to the other. With a moan, your head lolled back in pleasure.

“You like that, hm?”, Mike mumbled, as he pushed you back down on the bed. You weren't able to form a coherent sentence anymore, so you just nodded.

“Please, let me have you.”, he urged, his hands wandering to the hem of your pants,”Let me make you feel good.”

“Mike please..”, You finally pressed out,”I need you..Need you inside of me.”

That was all the confirmation he needed, before finally pulling your pants down, alongside your panties.

He slowly pushed your thighs apart and started to kiss up the inside of your calves, but never quite touching you where you desperately needed him.

“Mike please.”, You whined again, while trying to keep your voice down. But your eyes widened in surprise and you tried to suppress the loud moan that made it´s way up your throat, as Mike suddenly pushed two fingers inside you without a warning. His tongue joined mere seconds after, as he ate you out like a man starved.

Your hand wandered to Mike´s hair and you gently pulled and pushed at his head as he was working you closer to your release. You could already feel that coil form inside you and after only a few more seconds, it snapped and with a suppressed moan, you came against his mouth.

As your heavy breathing started to slow down again, Mike finally looked back up at you, the desire in his eyes bigger than ever. He quickly latched his lips on yours again and you could taste yourself on him as he kissed you hungrily.

Your hands now wandered towards his sweats and as you grabbed his already hard member through his pants. He groaned lowly, closing his eyes in pleasure.

Quickly, you pulled down his pants, leaving him now also bare in front of you. Without a second thought, you grabbed his length and gave him a few experimental pumps. That seemed to do the trick on him and you watched how Mike´s brows furrowed, as he melted against your touch.

“Wanna be inside you..”,he mumbled against the skin of your shoulder. With anticipation, you lined him up with your entrance and looked back up at him. Mike was looking at you questioningly. And as soon as you gave him a small nod, he finally pushed inside of you.

You grabbed onto his biceps, as the pain slowly dissolved into pleasure. Mike slowly started moving in and out of you, grabbing your hips tightly. You suppressed a moan by sinking your teeth into his shoulder. Not to pierce the skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.

You could hear Mike mumbling incoherent words into your ear, as he picked up his pace, desperately trying to push you over the edge again.

“Mike..”, You moaned, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to the sweet sweet relief and as you looked back into his eyes and saw the adoration that he had for you, you were done for it. You clenched around him and came all over his cock. Mike followed soon after, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm.His thrusts got slower and sloppier and he finally pulled out of you, his breath still heavy against your skin. He quickly kissed your temple, before getting up. After a minute, he returned with a damp cloth and a water bottle. With a smile still on his face, he gently cleaned you both up, before slipping back into bed with you.

You chuckled, as he nuzzled his head into your neck, his stubble tickling your skin. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled his body closer to yours. His warmth engulfing you fully.

“Good Night, Mike.”, you smiled and gently kissed his cheek.

“Night.”, he replied with a yawn.

It didn't go unnoticed by you, that he didn't use his pills to fall asleep today. Or the recording of nature sounds. He didn't even look up at the Poster of Nebraska, that was now hanging over his bed again.

Looking at your beloved one last time, you smiled once more before finally closing your eyes and letting sweet sleep engulf you.

Bonus:

“Mike!?”

“Miiiike!?”

“Miiiiiike!?!?”

Your eyes snapped open and within a second, you were sitting up on the bed. Your gaze wandered to the door, where loud knocks and shouts were being heard. After a few seconds of trying to understand in which century you had woken up in, you realized where you were and the events of last night returned to you.

“Mike?”, You mumbled quietly and tapped your boyfriend's shoulder, who was laying next to you,”Mike??”

With a groan, he finally looked up at you and before you had the chance to say something, he tumbled off the bed due to leaving too much over the edge.

You couldn't suppress the chuckle that left your lips as you leaned down to check on Mike.

“Morning.”, You smiled, as you realized that he was fine. You quickly leaned down to peck his lips, which immediately seemed to wake him up more.

“Miiiiike!?!”

Your sweet moment was interrupted, as you heard Abby banging against the door again.

Mike let out an annoyed groan before getting up and putting his pants back on.

“In a minute, Abbs!”, he yelled back and the banging on the door finally stopped.

“We have a lot to do today.”, you said as you finally got up too and started to get dressed.

Mike only looked at you in confusion:”What do you mean?”

“Remember how I made Abby go to sleep yesterday?”, you chuckled and softly kissed his cheek before walking to the door. Pushing the handle down, you were immediately greeted by the sight of Abby who grabbed your hand and pulled you towards her room to show you her drawings.

Mike could only look after you with a tender smile on his face. How had he gotten so lucky?

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pearlzier · 8 months ago

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tbh i think nerd!matt explaining fortnite terms, items.. guns.. ect to me would fix me

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⠀⠀⠀ˑ 𓈒 𐔌 ㅤnerd.ᐟmatt × nerd.ᐟreader ͡꒱ ۫⠀

⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀your honour i love them !!! theyre so cutesy !!! also someone tell me if the layout is cute or not....... gdjdh yay :3 n also whether i should write more for these two gaspsies

YOU'D BEEN SAT BESIDE MATT as he played fortnite for a while now, maybe an hour or so. you didn't exactly want to bother him, so you'd been quiet for the most part. when matt plays fortnite, he takes it seriously, when he loses? yeah, he needs a little time to cool down after before he says things he's pretty sure he'll regret. his tongue idly flicks at the gum in his mouth, jaw working occasionally on it as he sits at the desk, meanwhile, his fingers deftly work at the mouse. your eyes linger on the veins on his hand a moment before you catch yourself, knowing he almost has a sixth sense for those sort of things.

eventually, he notices your silence. pushing back his headphones, he glances at you over his shoulder and gives you a soft smile. even though he was focusing on his game, he always preferred hearing your voice. "you're quiet, babe," he murmurs, multitasking glancing at you and also playing the game. you always wonder how he does it, but well, that's matt for you. "you okay?" his brow furrows a minute, biting his bottom lip before his head tilts to the side a little bit. at that, a soft smile plays on your lips, and you nod.

"yeah, yeah, just watchin' you," all you'd been doing was scrolling your phone, watching him. you were pretty content to be completely honest, but of course, you did want his attention. "m'not distractin' you, am i?" you say after a second, placing your phone down into your lap so you can focus your attention on him.

"distracting me?" matt scoffs, a quiet chuckle slipping past his lips. "in all respect, you're not exactly doin' anythin' to distract me," he teases softly, and his smile grows when he sees the way you roll your eyes. a warmth runs through him at the sight—god, he falls more and more in love with you each day, he's sure of it. "c'mere," he says, "missin' you." his voice goes a little quieter there, a tad bit needy in parts.

"needy," you retort, a giggle escaping you, but all the while, you get up and make your way over to him. his eyes rake over you, lingering at different parts of you. damn it, he loves the dorky little graphic tee that you're wearing, it suits you so damn well. "y'too far away," he's quiet for a minute, "if i asked you to sit on my lap would that be crazy?"

"might have to ask my lawyer," there's a playfully reluctant tone in your voice, and matt gasps, his mouth falling open with a little indignant noise. that in itself makes you giggle, and you peck a quick kiss to his forehead before planting yourself into his lap. matt leans back, letting you settle in his lap before he moves forward again to press his chest up against your back. shifting his weight beneath you, a soft sigh slips past his lips. "comfy?" he asks, head tilting to the side.

glancing back at him, you agree, "comfy," and he hums, resting his chin against your shoulder so he can look at the screen once more. wrapping his arms around you, he gets back to playing the game, humming occasionally. "gonna actually crash out if some kid starts campin' again," he scoffs, eyes rolling as he plays. your brows furrow a moment, a tad bit of confusion filling your gaze. "campin'?"

"y'know, people who stay in a certain area, jus' waitin' to kill you. campin', like they're settin' up a tent in a place just to shoot at ya," he explains it effortlessly, licking his lips after, not even giving it a second thought. he knows fortnite like the back of his hand, like he knows you. basically—he knows practically everything about it. "oh," you nod, biting your bottom lip before you release it with another nod. "you get it?" matt asks gently, wanting to make sure you understand what he's on about before he continues playing.

he enjoys telling you things about the stuff he likes, sharing his interests. though he knows you're not as into fortnite or gaming as he is, he knows you like learning things from him anyway. "okay, good, you'll be a pro in no time," he muses, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder before he glances back at the game again. you watch him, seeing how he doesn't have to focus all that much and still be damn goof at the game. it's admirable.

after a few minutes, he realises the warmth that ran through him when he'd explained what camping was. it was simple, shouldn't have meant as much to him as it did, but it did. he's quiet, quiet grunts coming from him as he plays before he's speaking again, voice soft, "y'know what a dub is, baby?" it's hard for him to hide how giddy this makes him, getting to teach you this stuff.

"uh.." immediate thought? like, the english voice overs for animes and stuff, but you're 99% sure that's not what he's talking about right now. "no," you say, once you've considered his words. "mmh, a dub is just a win, i guess. what, uh, about a one pump? in game, of course, uh.. not anythin' else," he knows you don't know this stuff, which makes it a little better for him. eyes lifting to yours, a soft smile plays on his plush lips, followed by a flush on his cheeks when he clears up any misconceptions.

"you're askin' me like m'supposed to know," the words are grumbled as they leave your mouth, but you smile, shaking your head. you're not exactly into video games like he is, he's a video game fiend. you literally have to rip him off his console to get him to sleep or to get him to leave the house. meanwhile, you've got your head buried in a book or eyes glued to your phone screen 'cause of some good fanfiction. you'd get him to read some fanfics with you one day, you're sure of it.

"there's uh," matt sits up, "one sec," he waits until he's shot some guy in the game, so he can focus on explaining to you as he hides out in some corner of the map. "i mean, it got vaulted, but there's a pump shotgun, right?" you nod, not exactly understanding what he means by vaulted, but sure. seemingly, he notices this, and he adds, "vaulted s'like, they're not in the weapon rotation right now. so taken out, like, to balance the loot pool. you followin' so far?" you're a little busy looking at the way the light in his eyes shimmers with every word he speaks, but you mumble a quiet, "uh-huh," in response to show you're listening.

"okay, yeah, so s'called the pump shotgun, so what d'ya think a one pump is?" damn matt and his ability to teach so well. no wonder he tutored people for some extra cash on the side, he was damn good at it.

"one pump?" you ask after a few seconds.

one corner of his lips flits up, into a small smirk. "that's right, yeah, one pump. think about it," matt encouages, leaning his head against your shoulder a little more before he adds on, "you got this. real simple. like.. a type of shot."

"one pump.. uh, takes one shot to kill someone in game? with the.. pump shotgun?" it's a wild guess of yours, you had no clue, a shot in the dark, to say the least. but to your surprise, it's right, and he practically beams. "you're so fuckin' smart," he sighs, a little giggle of his own escaping him. nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, he gives you a few gentle kisses as a little well done for getting it right. it was simple, sure, but he was so proud of you for getting it right.

"y'sure you haven't played fortnite before? might be even better than i am," matt mutters, and he revels in the way you laugh at his words. "you're laughin', i mean it!" he whines a little, poking you in the side which only causes you to laugh more. "mmh, okay, baby, whatever you say," though your words are a little muffled by the kisses you give him on his cheek, he hears you, and his smile only grows a lot more. "don't 'whatever you say' me.." he grumbles.

the moment is cut short however by him realising that the storm is closing in on him, and he quickly sits up, "oh, shit," he grabs the mouse again, "impromptu lesson on don't stay in the storm or y'die, you payin' attention? great."

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ghostbsuter · 2 years ago

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"And? What did you decide on?" Duke asks, fork slipping from his mouth and chewing, focused on Danny.

The boy in question hums. "Oh yeah, I'm totally joining in on the nightlife."

The statement has all of them stopping in their tracks, blatantly staring at the still eating boy.

"This will be my emo arc, daylight vigilante turned dark."

Tim snorts, Jason gives a smirk, nudging the eldest sibling next to him from his frozen state.

"Ooooh," Steph leans forward. "Have you decided? Bat or Bird?"

"New name?" Cass jumps in on the questioning with a small smile, eyes crinkling.

"Will you be joining us tonight then, danyal?" His twin speaks up for the first time during dinner, eyes narrowed and calculating.

"Yes." Is the short reply, with the way damian's lips turn down and displeasure makes itself clear, the intention of giving such a short answer has been met.

"Danny," Bruce gains the attention, leaning forward with his fingers interlocked and brows furrowed with what must be worry.

"Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured into this just because everyone else is—"

"I'm more than sure, B!"

The man sighs. "And I won't be able to stop you?"

"Mhm." He gives a nod.

"Okay," his shoulders sag in defeat. "Do you have everything then—?"

"Yep!"

"Even—"

"B, I'm pretty sure I got everything, you can, if in your opinion I am missing something, give it to me later!"

Danny grins, pushing himself up from the table and rounding around towards the door.

"Besides! My whole get up will be a suprise!! So stay awake folks because I'm gonna blow ya all away."

As he leaves, Steph and Duke make sounds of anticipation, curiosity eating at all of them.

(They dont know whats gonna hit 'em.)

"I'm betting 50 bucks that he's gonna be a bat."

Alfred shakes his head at the newfound excitement.

—

What an exciting night.

There is still no sight of their newest, despite oracle's teasing, having apparently already been included in the suprise.

"Well well well," a sly, yet teasing voice makes itself into the open. Catwoman, in all her glory, walks up to the group of bats and birds.

"If it isn't the bat, what's with the gloomy face?"

Batman gives her a nod. "Cat."

Her eyes roam the group and she tilts her head. "Everyone seems to be here tonight." She comments.

"We're waiting," the man shares. "Our newest decided to be more secretive about his debut."

Catwoman gives him a smug smirk. "So I have heard," a chuckle. "I've come here to introduce you to someone, truthfully."

"Oh? Who is it?" Nightwing perks up, having finally decided to join in.

"Me."

Some yelp, whip their head around and away from the lady in black, gasps and cooing (particularly from steph) fill the roof and Danny joins them.

He wears black combat boots, they're heavy just from the look, but make no sound as he jumps around. The front of the boots look like cat paws, they're reaching up to his knees.

Then comes the baggy black pants, knees protected by poleyn and his belt acting as a cats tail. The hoodie he is wearing is also black, with fingerless gloves (only the middle finger is covered) and reaching up to his neck.

Instead of a domino mask, he wears a hood with cat ears and a dark face mask. Cass claps, knowing fully well he took inspiration from her own get up.

The whole outfit is detailed with orange spots, some parts brown and others grayish.

"Meet my new mentee, Calico."

Danny, Calico, waves.

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domxmarvel · 4 months ago

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Her dancer

Pairing: Billie eilish x Female!Reader

For years you had been posting your dances over two accounts,one for more mature audiences and the other for your general audiences. You were confident but the last thing you expected was to be noticed,reposted and reached out to by Billie herself. Asking to use the dance and for you to teach it,and be the lead dancer for a couple of shows. Months of rehearsing followed,each day you felt how she looked at you. Like she wanted you there for a different reason,she didn’t say and you didn’t ask but you knew there was something.

It was right before your last show when she suddenly asked.

"Can I.. ask you something?" Her voice lowered, so only you could hear her,even if you were alone.

"Of course"

"Do you know how to pole dance?" You immediately knew what she was referring to.

"So you found my other page,huh?"

"I had my team look you up" She got closer to you, brushing your hair behind your ear. "But I really liked that one video."

"The one you re-posted or are we talking about a different one?"

"The one I re-posted,but I may have seen some other ones" She was clearly getting to a point and you wondered what it was.

"I thought it was pretty cool.. how flexible you are" She took a deep breath, still blushing a little. Seeing her expression you took the opportunity to tease her a bit.

"I don't do public shows,if you're asking me to do it on stage" She smirked, shaking her head.

"No no no, that's not what I want" She leaned forward, trapping you between her and the wall, her knee between your legs."I only asked, cause... I need to know..." She leaned even closer. "How flexible you are"

"Very" You smirked.

"Good.. that's very good to know" Her thumb hooked onto the waistband of your pants, slowly pulling you closer to her,she was practically dry humping you. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around her waist.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready,show's starting soon"

"Yeah.. I should get going,but can we talk after the show?"

"Just talk" You said quietly,knowing it was more than just 'talking'

"Meet me in my dressing room after the show" She leaned closer so her lips were right next to your ear, and she whispered softly. She moved away only for you to pull her back by her arm. She stopped and looked at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"What is it?" You looked around with just your eyes,you were completely alone.

"We have a minute and I don't want you thinking about anyone else up there" You flipped her around,her back pressed against the wall as you kissed her neck. She let out a soft gasp as you kissed her neck,her fingers dug into your back.

"mhm.. I-I won’t think about anyone else"

"Oh,I'm making sure of that" You whispered before biting her neck. Letting out a soft moan as she moved her head to let you cover more of her neck.

"F-fuck.. you’re good at this” You left about three big marks on her neck before you pulled away. Pulling away with a satisfied smirk. She let out a soft whine as you pulled the attention away from her neck. "Damn,you really have to mark me up,huh"

"You better go get ready,they're waiting for you"

You could tell she was having a hard time focusing,glancing back at you under the show. During her song 'lunch' she moved to stand behind you,putting her arm around your stomach. Moving up to your chest but stopped before she touched you. The cameras were still catching everything between you two, and the entire stadium definitely took notice of how she held you, especially since you were the only one she touched like that. You put your hand on top of her,pushing it to your chest. The crowd was wild by the energy between you and her. Billie's eyes widened at the move but she was more than ecstatic that you did it. Her hand was now on your chest and the crowd was cheering and screaming. This little move of yours definitely got their attention. Her hand traveled up your chest slowly, then down to your waist. she gripped it tightly, pressing her body closer to yours as she continued to sing. You moved in half a spin and fell to your knees in front of her. Looking up as if you were in the perfect position to eat her out. A smirk appeared on her face, the crowd was going crazy.The dancers had just backed away and gave you space to do your thing. She put her hand on your head,playing along with you and the crowd. The audience was going insane,a mix of cheers and screams. She continued to sing and made sure to touch you at all times.

'Push me back' You mouthed to her,hoping she'd understand. She looked confused for a second, but she understood what you were saying. she smirked and nodded her head,slowly pushing you back, to the crowd's enjoyment. You were on your back,looking up at her. She put her foot on your chest, still gently pressing you into the ground. the audience was screaming and going wild, she was just giving them a hell of a show. You arched your back,for a moment. She bit her lip, her eyes darkening from the sight below her. you were definitely giving both the audience and her quite a show. She moved her legs,placing them on either side of your torso. Slowly lowering herself on top of you,straddling you as she continued singing. You moved your hands to her thighs,softly squeezing them. She moved with the song,putting one hand next to your head as her other hand held the mic. She slowly leaned over you and lowered herself so her chest was right above your face. Putting on a show for both the audience and you. but the tension between you two was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Her hair moved to the side, exposing her neck. The hickeys that you marked her up with were now on full display, and the audience was losing it. They had no idea what was going on, but they definitely noticed the passion and tension between you two. The song finally ended and she looked down at you, her breathing heavy from the energy of the song. she was still straddling you, the audience still screaming and cheering.She leaned down close to your ear, her voice low so only you could hear.

"Meet me in my dressing room after the show."

"I will" you wrapped your legs around her waist tightly,which made the crowd erupt in cheers. "Now,watch your head." You held her head so she wouldn't hit it as you spun her to her back and you were on top.The music started and she knew she had a moment to say something before she'd need to continue singing.

"You're so gonna pay for this later" She put her hand around your neck,you helped pull her up with your own hand on her lower back. You moved her around to face the crowd and you were still behind her,your arm around her loosely just below her chest. As your face buried in her neck but you didn't kiss her neck,you just let your lips hover over her skin. That was the end of it,as the song came to a close she turned her head to you, her hand caressing your face.

After the show you made sure no one saw enter her dressing room. She sat down at her mirror and wiped off her makeup. She was exhausted from the show,she looked at you through the mirror, waiting for you to make a move. But all you did was lock the door and lean against the wall to watch her.

"You're just gonna watch me?"

"Maybe just for a little bit,you look so good" you almost purred.

"Mm, I'm all gross and sweaty from the show. You know, after you decided to put me in that certain position."

"Which one of them?" You joked,after all you put her in multiple positions. She rolled her eyes playfully,she turned around in her chair to fully face you now.

"You know exactly which one I'm talking about" She smirked "But I gotta say, it was a pretty good show that you put on back there"

"Well I do know how to entertain" you smirked.

"Oh, I have a feeling you know how to entertain me in many other ways." You straddled her lap.

"That's a pretty accurate assumption"

"You're a smooth talker, you know that?" She looked up at you,biting her lip. Her hands automatically going to your waist to keep you steady.

"Oh,just wait till you see what else this tongue can do"

"Oh yeah? You think you're quite the expert, don't you?.."

"Is that a challenge, huh? You think you can leave me speechless?" You hurried to take her shorts and underwear off. Leaving her stocking on which she tried to take off.

"No,leave these on"

"Oh, you like the stockings, huh? I'll keep them on then" You kissed her inner thighs,biting and leaving marks all over her. She let out a soft moan as you kissed and bit her inner thighs, leaving red marks all over. Her thighs were soft and squishy under your teeth. You moved your lips latched onto her clit,using your tongue on her. Her back arched and she grabbed your hair. "Oh god... y-you're so..." She moaned out,getting louder and louder. You pushed her onto her back,your hand on her stomach as your head stayed between her legs. Your hand was on her stomach, pinning her in place as your mouth worked on her. She was shaking under you,moaning as she gripped your hair. “I’m so close,don’t-don’t stop” You moved faster,gripping her thighs. She gripped your hair tight as she pushed you further,arching her back as she moaned out. Before her moans died down and she was breathing heavily. "Oh god that was" she said, still panting and still recovering from her high. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand,your lipstick already smudged all over her thighs. "You're amazing at that" She looked like she was in complete bliss.

"I say I quite made up for earlier"

"Yeah,yeah you definitely did that was incredible" She chuckled softly, running a hand through her hair. "You really know how to keep a girl satisfied, don't you?"

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read and sevs reaction to lil fuckers labor 🤚🏻🤚🏻😭

HELL YEAH HELL YEAH HELL YEAH

men and minors dni

"BABYYYY!"

you shoot up from the couch, running into the bedroom, your heart in your throat as your mind conjures up images of sevika in pain. "what? what's going on?" you ask as you enter the room.

sevika's scrambling around the room like a wild animal, her eyes panicked. at the sight of you, she blinks, then a giant grin spreads across her face. "it's happening." she says.

you blink. "what's happening? a fire!?"

"no, baby, it's happening!" she says, reaching forward to grab your shoulders and shake you a bit.

you blink at your wife in confusion. she snorts, kisses your nose, and returns to her manic scrambling, throwing random clothes and supplies on the bed.

"sevika... are you having a stroke?" you ask.

she cackles a little hysterically, then looks at you. "smooches just called, my love. little fucker's water broke."

you gasp. sevika giggles again. "you mean...?"

"our baby's having a baby, baby." sevika finishes for you, nodding rapidly.

you burst into action beside your wife, running to your closet to find a duffel bag to carry all your belongings.

thirty minutes later, you and sevika are in the labor and delivery wing of the local hospital, waiting nervously in the lobby.

smooches finds you with a tired, proud smile on her face.

you swarm her the second you see her.

"is everything okay?"

"is she alright?"

"how are you doing, honey?"

"how far along is she?"

smooches laughs and holds up a hand to cut off you and sevika's barrage of questions. "she's alright. doctors say it'll be a few more hours 'til fucker junior joins the world. got 'er hooked up to a bunch of drugs, she's happy as a clam. i'm okay. just... i dunno. excited? nervous? feel like i might throw up at any moment but... in a good way?"

sevika snorts and ruffles smooches' hair. "i felt the same way when this one went into labor. you'll get used to it."

"it doesn't go away?" smooches asks.

sevika cackles. "oh, honey, that's the feeling of being a parent. it never goes away."

smooches snorts. you reach out and grab her hand. "did you tell your dads?"

she nods. "they're on the way."

"tell 'em to bring a pack of cards. me 'n your pa got a game of poker we gotta pick back up."

smooches laughs and shakes her head at sevika. "alright. are you gonna be okay out here? you can wait at home, y'know."

"please. our baby's having a baby. you're lucky we're not in that room right beside you." you say. smooches laughs, then leans forward to kiss both your cheeks.

"alright. thanks for comin' out moms. i should get back in there... i guess i'll see you when i'm a mom." she says with a shy smile.

your heart bursts, and you squeal as you and sevika hug smooches in for a tight hug.

smooches dads find you an hour later. the four of you camp out in the waiting room, passing around magazines, playing cards, sharing pictures of your daughters when they were young. at one point, while sevika's playing poker with one dad, the other nudges you.

"did you tell your other kids yet?"

you giggle. "little fucker made us promise not to tell 'em until the baby's actually here. apparently, she didn't want to crowd up the hospital with her big ass family. considerate little shit. i love her so much."

he laughs and hands you a tissue as you start to tear up. "it's hard to believe we're old enough to be grandparents, huh?" he asks. you laugh and nod as you blow your snot into the tissue.

"i swear, just yesterday i was in this very hospital givin' birth to the kid myself."

"mmm. then five years later i was here pushin' out the twins." sevika mutters.

time passes agonizingly slow. occasionally, smooches will come out to the waiting room to give you all updates. you sleep on sevika's shoulder, then she sleeps on yours. you do laps around the hospital, trying to burn away some of your nervous energy. sevika even bums a smoke off a nurse, breaking her twentyfive year streak without; trying to calm her nerves.

you giggle as you join her in the parking lot, watching her try and fail to take any real hits off the cig.

"you're horrible at smoking now." you tease. sevika glares at you, then bursts into a round of coughs.

"i used to be so much cooler than this."

"you're gettin' old, granny." you tease again. sevika flicks the mostly unsmoked cigarette away and pulls you in for a kiss.

you spend an eternity in the little waiting room, waiting for your baby to have her baby. and then, at three in the morning...

"wake up, ma." smooches whispers, shaking your shoulder. you snort awake, elbowing sevika and kicking mr. and mr. smooches awake.

"what-- what's going on?" you ask, rubbing your eyes and blinking up at your daughter in law. she grins.

"c'mon." she says simply, nodding her head to the long, winding hall of rooms.

the four of you practically sprint to the delivery room, chattering and whispering nervously. sevika nudges you. "you think the kids'll be awake to get a message right now?"

you laugh. "wait 'til the morning to tell the family group chat. i'm sure the new mommies will want some proper sleep before introducing baby to all her aunts."

"and uncle!" mr. smooches reminds you of ekko. sevika snorts.

"nah, he's used to bein' grouped in with our girls by now, isn't he love?"

you don't answer, because you've finally reached the room.

your heart swells at the sight of your daughter, exhausted, sweaty, and smiling bigger than she ever has in her entire life.

mr. and mr. smooches swarm their daughter and the little crib in the corner of the room, but you and sevika make a pit stop before seeing your grand baby.

you both practically crawl into little fucker's hospital bed beside her as you shower her with kisses. sevika bursts into tears the second she hugs her daughter. you aren't far behind.

"are you okay, my baby girl?" sevika asks with a wobbly voice.

little fucker laughs. "hi mommies. i'm okay."

"oh, honey, you look so fucking beautiful." you coo, cupping her face in your hands. she laughs.

"do i? smooches says i look like a wild animal."

you kiss her sweaty forehead. "a bit." you tease.

"or like you got in a fight with one." sevika adds on, laughing through her tears.

your daughter laughs, and your heart sings.

she's okay. she's okay and healthy and she's a mom now.

"she was a stubborn little shit. didn't wanna come out. i get now why you gave me and the twins such unflattering nicknames. kids are fucking assholes." little fucker says.

you and sevika cackle, peppering your eldest daughter with kisses. "y'know we call you little fucker out of love, right?" sevika asks. little fucker snorts and nods.

"of course. smooches has already nicknamed babygirl 'fucker junior.'"

smooches appears at the bedside, a little bundle of baby wrapped up in her arms. "you wanna meet your grandmas?" she coos down at the baby.

tears well up in your eyes as little fucker reaches out and grabs her kid, pulling her to her chest. sevika's muffling her sobs with the back of her hand. and then you both burst into laughter at the sight of your granddaughter's face.

"janna, sev, how fuckin' strong are your genes?" you cackle.

the beautiful baby girl looks exactly like your wife, just like her mama and her twin aunties. "you're only a quarter of her genetic makeup! how is this possible!" you laugh in admiration.

"what's her name?" sevika asks, hearts in her eyes as she peers down at her fourth mini-me in the family.

"well, fucker junior here came before we could settle on a name, but once i saw her... she just looked so much like you mommy... so... we decided on ximena."

you sob, kissing little fucker's scalp, and sevika blinks at your daughter in shock.

"y-you mean...?"

"like your mom, right?" smooches asks, rubbing sevika's back.

sevika blinks, a tear running down her cheeks, and then she lets out a loud, shaky sigh. you grab her hand, and she launches herself across the bed to kiss you, squishing your daughter and granddaughter between the pair of you.

little fucker bursts into laughter, and baby ximena babbles. when sevika pulls away, she shoots down to kiss little fucker's head.

"is that okay? i know you don't talk about her much but--"

"it's the best fucking thing i've ever heard in my whole life, shut the fuck up." sevika sobs.

the room bursts into laughter, and sevika carefully grabs the baby, staring down at her with stars in her eyes.

"hi ximena. beautiful baby girl. you gave my baby a real hard time gettin' here but... fuck you're fuckin' perfect, aren't you? can't even blame you when you're so fuckin' sweet."

it's a beautiful moment, one that you're certain will stick with you until the day you die.

and then baby ximena farts, and the room bursts into laughter again.

kofi

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