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sai-int · 3 months ago

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hihi i recently discovered your blog and i am in love with you writing!! it’s so beautiful and i wish i could wallpaper it to the insides of the brain tehe i’m super interested to see how you’d write daddy kink with either price or simon (or whoever else you see most fit)! i wanted to keep this req general/basic so you could really do anything you want with it but here are some dynamics/au’s/etc. that i find enjoyable, in general, in case it sparks anything: soft dom, leashes/crawling, wild west au (bonus points for boot riding 🫣), boxer au, butcher!char x florist!reader, and ballerina!reader. (sorry felt like that list was all over the place LOL.)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! And ooooou anon. The way I evilly rubbed my hands together when I read this... Also, if you're looking for price and boot riding, look no further.

Here's some butcher!simon x fem!florist!reader, plus a sprinkle of softdom!simon w a daddy kink

The bell over the shop door chimes, delicate and bright—a sound far too gentle for the man who steps inside. Simon's too big for a place like this, too heavy with the scent of blood and metal. The air, thick with lavender and roses, should soften him—but instead, he makes the space feel smaller, like the walls close in just for him.

You barely look up from the bouquet in your hands, carefully tying off a bundle of peonies. "You're late," you murmur, but there's no real scolding behind it, just soft acknowledgment.

Simon grunts, gently shutting the door behind him. His boots hit the wooden floor with their usual weight as he steps closer, watching you with an unreadable, steady gaze. "Had a long day," he mutters. "Some tosser ordered a full side o' beef last minute. Took me the better part o' the afternoon t'quarter it."

You frown, already wiping your hands on your apron, instinctively stepping toward him. "Oh, Si," you hum, reaching to brush your fingers over his forearm. "That sounds awful. You must be exhausted."

His fingers twitch, his gaze dropping to where your soft hand press against his skin. You always touch him so freely, without hesitation—like he wasn't too big, too rough, too covered in things you had no business being near.

Simon exhales, his shoulders shifting. "I can handle it."

"I know you can," you say, voice soft, warm. "Doesn't mean you should have to."

That makes him pause. He tilts his head, watching you carefully, his hands already finding their place at your waist, large and warm. You fit against him so easily, so naturally, like you belong right there.

Your eyes flick downward, catching the faint streak of something crimson near his elbow.

"Simon." You frown, taking his wrist between your hands, your delicate fingers turning it slightly. "You've still got—"

"Blood," he supplies flatly.

You swallow, your fingers smoothing gently over the stain. "You should've washed up more before coming here."

His lips twitch. "Didn't want t'keep y'waiting, dollface."

Your heart squeezes at that, warmth blooming in your chest. He's never the type to say much, but little things like this—small, quiet acts of care—spoke louder than words ever could.

You wrap your arms around him, looping them around his middle, pressing yourself against his broad chest. He's solid as ever, warm as always. You hold him tightly, sighing against the fabric of his shirt.

"You take such good care of me, you know that?"

His hands flex on your waist, his fingers spreading wide, like he's trying to feel all of you at once.

"Yeah?' His voice drops to something lower, something rougher.

You nod, rubbing your cheek lightly against his chest. "Mhm. You always make sure I'm safe— always there for me." You smile softly against him, letting yourself sink into his warmth. "So good to me."

His arms tighten around you, pressing you firmly against him, one hand trailing up your back, fingers tangling briefly in the little bow of your apron. "Course I am," he mutters, his voice thick with something deeper, heavier. "Gotta look after what’s mine, yeah?"

That makes your stomach flutter, your breath hitch.

Your voice softens, warmer, something meant just for him. "That's why I love being yours," you breath, your breath warm against his skin. You let the words linger, let them settle between you, before you add, in a whisper full of quiet, saccharine affection—

"Daddy."

Simon tenses in your hold, a sharp inhale cutting through the air. His hands tightens at your waist, fingers digging in, just shy of rough.

Posessive

"Fuck, dove" he rasps, voice strained. Then, in a rough whisper, like he was barely holding himself together— "Right here? In the middle of y'shop?"

You giggle, shaking your head. "No, not here," you hum, still teasing, still warm against him. "But I get off in an hour."

His grip stayed firm, his nose brushing against your temple, his voice dropping even lower.

"I could get you off in less."

Your mouth falls slack in shock before you huff, swatting at his arm. "Si!"

He chuckles, smug as ever, his grip on you unrelenting. "What?" His lips ghost the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Just sayin'"

You swat at him again, though it was weaker this time, warmth blooming in your chest, your stomach twisting with anticipation.

Simon leans back slightly, reaching into his front pocket to pull out a folded bill. With a casual ease, he slips it between his fingers, glancing down your shirt, his height making it effortless, before tucking the bill into your bra.

"F'the flowers," he said, voice rich with amusement. "Bring home somethin' nice, yeah? Something' soft."

His gaze drops to your lips before flicking back up to your eyes, dark and unreadable. "Not everything I touch has to bleed." He gently presses his lips to yours, savoring the taste of you until he can get you to himself at home.

And with that, he heads home, leaving you warm, breathless, and counting down every second until you can lock up for the night and let him keep his promise.

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no-144444 · 7 months ago

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strong- c.sainz

summary: ferrari is done with him, you're not.

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! leclerc! reader

(kind of a part two to this, but it can be read on its own!)

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The last dance with Ferrari, and you were waiting at the finish line for him. You weren’t there to celebrate your brother, il Predestinato, the Prince of Monaco, you were there for him. It had been a few weeks since Las Vegas, and while you were attempting to mend your relationship, Charles was digging his feet into the dirt to make your life so much harder. He barely let you into the garage during FP1 in Abu Dhabi, trying to exclude you from the family as much as he could.

Carlos and Arthur didn’t let it happen. They wanted you there, and not everything was about Charles. Carlos had learnt well to play second fiddle to Charles, always being the one people looked at second. But you looked at him first. You looked at him with all of the love in the world when he stepped up onto that podium, when he lifted his trophy to you. He thanked whatever had sent you to him, because he wasn’t sure how he’d get through Ferrari dropping him otherwise.

You smiled when he came back to the garage. “My love,” you whispered, your eyes misty from the emotions of it all. “You are amazing. I love you.”

He smiled, wrapping you up in his arms as he held you close. He never knew if he’d feel like this again, get on that podium again, but he knew that either way, you’d be by his side. “I love you too, mi corazón.”

Charles pushed your shoulder, knocked you both back. “This is how you show me who you love more, huh?” he scoffed. “You don’t get to have everything, who’s garage will you be in next year, huh? You really want to tear me and Carlos apart?”

Charles and Carlos had made up. They were friendly again, but Charles just couldn’t shake the fact that you had picked him when you were confronted with the question.

“You and Carlos will be fine, if you want to make this a big deal because your ego is hurt, that’s not my problem Charles. We both know you would pick Alex over me anyways, so I really don’t care,” you shot back, sick of his bullshit.

“Blood is thicker than water, isn’t that what father believed?” he questioned, his eyes blazing with anger.

You stilled. Carlos felt it.

“Our father gave up everything for you to race in a Ferrari, and you can’t even win a fucking championship. Do you think he’d be proud?” your words cut through the both of you like a knife.

“It’s not like him asking you to stop racing meant anything, you would’ve never become anything!” he shouted, stepping closer and closer.

“I did,” you whispered, your eyes spilling with tears despite your curt and collected tone. “I’m a happy, loved person who doesn’t need a racecar to make me feel strong or big. I don’t need a red suit or a helmet to show the real me, and I’m not the one who’s playing second fiddle to Lewis Hamilton next year, Charles,” you wiped away your tears, turning to Carlos who looked at you with all the care in the world.

“Enjoy your break,” Charles muttered. “Carlos, enjoy your backmarker team!” he called after himself.

“I’m sorry,” Carlos whispered, pulling you against his chest. “You shouldn’t have to make those decisions for me.” “I will,” you whispered. “I’d do anything for you.”

He rubbed a hand up and down your back, a sense of pride blossoming in his chest. His girl was strong.

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talaok · 2 years ago

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The final jump

Pairing: Step-dad!Joel Miller x Step-daughter!reader

Summary: When your stepdad finds out you and your boyfriend haven't had sex yet, he tells you the reason is that you're a virgin, but thankfully... he can help with that.

Warnings: step-incest, manipulation, straight-out lying, hence dub-con, Perv!Joel, predatory behavior, very very naive and innocent reader |Smut| fingering, oral sex (f and m receiving), virginity loss, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, dacryphilia, and daddy-kink. Joel is a full-on perv in this one ok, don't say I didn't warn ya,

a/n: this is wrong and weird and for the first time since i opened this blog, i actually doubted whether i should post something or not, but at the end of the day this is all fake and i do not condone in any way what's portrayed in this fic. And please for the love of god read the warnings and just scroll if you don't like what you see.

Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4

"c'mere" he instructed, pulling you into his lap like he always did when Mom wasn't around.

"there's nothing wrong with this" he had explained the first time it happened "Your mom just doesn't need to know about everything"

You nestled your head into the crook of his neck as you continued watching the movie, while his hands settled around your waist and onto your naked thigh.

He always made you wear skirts when you were alone, he even bought you some, and each time they got shorter. Once, you had asked him why, and as always, he had an explanation

"It's good for your skin, sweetheart, your legs need to breathe"

The one you were wearing right now, for example, a very cute baby pink one, barely covered your butt, which must have meant it was very healthy for your skin.

And then of course for the same exact reason, when Mom wasn't home, bras were banned, and you could only wear small tank tops, preferably very low cut and that let your stomach breathe.

You didn't mind the rules Joel had given you, you trusted him, and he knew what was better for you.

Plus, you would have been lying if you said you didn't like all the attention he gave you, even if it was just when you were alone. You loved how much he obviously cared about you, and you loved even more letting him take care of you.

You had never had a dad, unless you count the first three months of your life before your real dad decided to split, so now that you had such a good step-dad, you felt on top of the world, and even if you were 18, you didn't mind being taken care of like no dad ever had.

If he had offered to read you bedtime stories to get you to sleep, you would have probably accepted just to see what you had missed out on, that's how desperate you were.

You wrapped your hands around his neck, clinging to his warm self, and letting his scent wrap around you in the best way.

"You comfortable?" he asked, as his fingers gently drew patterns on your legs

"yes daddy"

Oh, that's right. Calling him daddy was another rule, if not the most important one.

"good" he said, kissing the crown of your head

Ghostface appeared behind Tara on the screen, and you tightened your hold on him a little bit.

"You scared, babygirl?"

"'m not scared daddy, I've watched this movie like ten times" you giggled

"What a brave girl" he cooed "You're not scared of anything huh?"

"no 'm scared of lots of things daddy, just not horror movies"

"ah that's right" he murmured "You're still scared of spiders, aren't you pretty girl?"

"Well of course" you nodded "but I have you to get rid of them"

"of course you do" he smiled, pulling your legs closer to him by the back of your knees, and making you beam happily.

Your whole backside was exposed now, making you blush a little bit.

You knew there was nothing wrong with this, but you still felt a little insecure about showing so much of yourself to Joel.

He didn't seem to notice as his hand went right to the newly revealed skin.

His hands always felt good against you, in a way you had never quite experienced, they were so big... and so rough, and oh so warm. If you could, you'd let him touch you all day every day.

Suddenly, a ching ran through the room, startling you.

Joel's soft chuckle vibrated through his chest and into yours.

"Not scared huh?"

"I just wasn't expecting that" you whined, removing your hands from him to reach onto the coffee table.

You had to stretch your whole body to do that, giving Joel a full view of your white cotton panties, and what they were trying to cover.

If Joel's cock was hard before, it was now quickly reaching the painfully hard territory.

"Oh sweetie" he tutted, as you grabbed the phone.

"what?" you asked, a tint of panic in your tone.

"it's just these panties..." he trailed off, as his fingers reached for them "This fabric is not good for you darlin'"

"These too?" you asked, a tad disappointed.

It seemed none of the panties you owned were ever good for your skin.

"Yes babygirl," he shook his head "here, let me help you, I'll take them off for you" he said, starting to gently drag them down your legs.

"but daddy-"

"what?" he stopped "I'm just looking out for you sugar, I just want you to be real healthy"

"A-alright" you nodded "I-if you say so"

"There's no need to be shy, babygirl, I'm your daddy, I only do what's best for you" he promised, tugging your underwear until they pooled at your knees.

Joel had to bite down a groan at the sight of your perfect little pussy.

"I know," you said, swallowing slowly

"Tell you what," he spoke, "I think it's best from now on if you just don't wear any panties when we're alone alright?"

"Sure daddy" you agreed "Can I sit back down now?"

"Of course" he urged, bringing you back into his lap, and slowly taking off your panties completely.

You checked your phone to see who had texted you, already forgetting about what had just happened, when Joel noticed something as he inspected your pretty little panties.

"These are wet babygirl," he said, holding them up for you to see.

your cheeks flushed a little bit as you looked up from your phone.

"Is-Is that bad?"

What if the fabric of your panties was so bad that it made you sick?

You hated being sick

The expression on his face was unreadable, he was looking at you differently.

"Does this happen to you a lot?" he asked, ignoring your question

"O-only sometimes...when I'm with you" you whispered "A-am I sick daddy?"

And then he did the last thing you were expecting, he smiled "no" he shook his head "You're not sick sweetie"

"oh" you breathed, relieved "then what is it?"

"It jus' means you like spendin' time with me a lot"

"Well of course I do" you giggled, looking back at your phone.

Joel watched you for a moment more, your face so innocent... too pretty for your own good, before pocketing the panties to add to his collection.

He didn't understand how you still hadn't noticed half your underwear had disappeared from its drawer.

"who was it?" he asked, once he had placed his hands on your ass, and on your inner thigh, feeling the warmth of your core closer and closer to his fingers.

"Just Chad" you answered "he's asking if I can hang out with him tomorrow night"

"mh" he considered.

He never liked Chad much

"This Chad" he started "he's good to you right?"

"Yes daddy" you stifled a laugh "You don't have to ask me every time I bring him up"

"Jus' wanna make sure" he shrugged "You're being safe and everything?"

"what do you mean?" you frowned "I don't think there's anything risky about going out to eat once in a while"

"now that's not what I meant babygirl" he smirked

"oh" you breathed "what did you mean then?"

"I meant to ask if you're usin' protection"

"Protection?" your frown just deepened.

You lived in Austin Texas, not the Wild West, protection from what, mosquitoes?

"Yeah protection, sugar" he nodded

"From what?" you asked, more confused than ever.

"oh baby girl" he laughed softly, leaning back onto the couch "condoms. You use condoms?"

And in an instant, your face had turned red.

"Oh, I- We- I haven't- we didn't-"

That's all you could muster from your flustered state.

Joel's amusement left his face in a second to make space for something... else.

He had prompted this subject just to see you all embarrassed, and hear you talk about what he dreamed of doing every night with you, but this... this had just gotten interesting.

"you haven't done it?" he asked

It took a moment before you finally managed to shake your head no.

His grip on your thigh got tighter

"why's that?"

Your teeth let go of your bottom lip so you could respond.

"I-I don't know"

All it took was another look at you, at your big blown-out eyes, at your red cheeks, and it all came together.

"sweetheart," he said gently "are you a virgin?"

Your forehead creased again in puzzlement.

"w-what's that?"

His lips pulled into a smirk, and you watched each muscle on his face with curiosity.

"Oh baby" he smiled "I mean have you ever had sex?"

Your chest was rising and falling so quickly that you wondered how long it would take for you to hyperventilate.

The redness of your skin had now spread to your ears and neck too.

"I-I" you mumbled, avoiding his eyes

"Sweetie" he cooed, gently guiding your face to look up at him "You can tell me"

You gulped, looking into his hazel eyes.

Oh, how stupid you were being. Of course you can tell daddy.

"No" you slowly shook your head.

"Ah" he hummed "then that's why"

"That's why what?" you asked

Now, a good man would have stopped there, a good man would have dropped this right there... but good men didn't fantasize about their step-daughters, good men didn't come up with rules to watch them walk around the house half naked, good men didn't pull their panties down just to catch a glimpse of what they'd been dreaming of for months, and Joel, well Joel was already going to hell, so why not make the final jump.

"That's why Chad hasn't had sex with you"

"W-what?"

He wet his lips, not thinking about anything else but how good that pretty cunt of yours must feel around his cock.

"No guy wants to be a girl's first, babygirl" he murmured, stroking your cheek.

"Really?" your eyes widened at the realization "but- why?"

"lots of reasons sweetie" he explained "girls tend to... get attached"

"oh" your perfect mouth created the cutest little o

"yeah baby" he nodded "I'm sorry"

Your eyes were starting to water, and your throat was getting clogged up

"but then... who's ever gonna want to make love to me?"

make love? god you were so innocent

"you want Chad to make love to you, pretty girl?"

You were pouting so cutely Joel's heart was starting to break a little bit.

"I mean- maybe... I don't know" you murmured, tears falling from your eyes now "but he's never gonna want to now!" you sobbed

He wiped away your tears with his thumb before bringing you closer to his chest, giving you a big tight hug.

"It's ok sugar, shh" he calmed you down.

"H-how is he ever gonna want to make love to me?" you asked, raising your doe eyes to him.

And there it was, his free pass to the flames of hell.

"Well, there is a way," he said gently

"W-what?" you stumbled over your words

"I could help you out" he spoke

"H-how?"

His eyes darted from your watery eyes to your pretty pink mouth.

"I could be your first"

Your heart missed a beat.

"Y-you?"

"Yeah sweetheart, that way you can tell Chad you're not a virgin, and he'll for sure want to make love to you "

Your eyes sparked up

"Really?" you beamed "Y-you'd do that for me?"

"Of course" he promised, "What else are daddies for?"

"Oh thank you, daddy!" You threw your arms around him to hug him like your life depended on it "You're the best"

He grinned into your hair, thanking every existing being for having granted him such a gift: you.

"oh sweetheart, trust me it's you who's the best" he murmured.

You leaned away, a smile from ear to ear plastered on your face "So-uhm- How does this work?"

He smiled at your eagerness

"Well, first of all, we gotta get on a bed" he explained "so wrap your arms and legs around me and hold on tight baby girl"

"Like this?" you asked, after obliging

"Perfect" he nodded before standing up from the couch.

A soft whimper fled your mouth as he made you bounce a little bit to set you better on his body.

"Calm down sweetie, I'm here" he cooed, starting to walk up the stairs, and before you realized, you were in your room.

"why didn't we go to your room?" you wondered aloud

"I just like yours better" he dismissed your question as he settled you on the bed.

You looked around the walls and posters and floor you knew so well and then back at him.

You didn't think he'd ever been in here before, and it was such a weird image.

he looked so out of place in such a girly space.

"and now?" you asked, looking up at him expectantly.

He smirked "Now we take off these pretty clothes of yours"

"O-oh, alright" you nodded, watching as he kneeled in front of you.

His hands went to your tank top first, slowly seeping underneath it before taking it off of you.

A small groan left his throat, and you observed how his eyes focused on your breasts.

"I-is there something wrong?"

"No, sweetie, I'm just real happy to help you, 's all"

You smiled cheerfully at that.

He was always so nice.

"Now we gotta take off this skirt" he explained, gently pulling it down for you until it pooled at your feet.

You didn’t think you'd ever seen Joel smile so wide.

"Good God baby girl" he breathed, taking each and every inch of you in like you were a piece of art in a museum "You're real pretty, you know that?"

Your cheeks reddened as your lips pulled into a shy smile.

"T-thank you" you mumbled

He stroked your thighs a little, but way too soon he was standing up.

He reached into his back pocket for something, and a moment later his phone was in his hand.

You watched as he swiped somewhere on the screen and then took a step back to make sure the camera didn't miss any part of you.

"What are you doing?" you asked, curious more than anything.

"Takin' some pictures"

"Oh," you murmured "W-why?"

"Don't worry baby, 's just me" he reassured you, now stepping closer to you again to caress your cheek softly, making you forget all about your worries.

"Do you think you could pose for me a little?"

"sure" you nodded, wanting to please him however you could.

"Such a good girl" he praised more to himself "Lay down for me mh?"

You immediately did, scooting more onto the bed and resting your back on the mattress.

"Spread your legs now" he instructed, loving the way you so easily obeyed.

You heard a soft click as he took another picture from right between your legs.

"Very good" he said "Now smile a lil', show me how happy you are Daddy's helping you out"

You did of course, and this time he moved his phone a little upward so your face was more in the frame.

"now c'mere again" he said, urging you with two of his fingers.

You sat at the edge of the bed, right in front of him.

"so obedient..." he smirked, as he stroked your cheek "suck on my fingers sweetie" he ordered, slowly pushing his index and middle finger past your lips.

You were very very confused about this pose, but chose not to question it.

"Look at me" he instructed, and you watched his grin widen as he took the photo.

"You did real good honey" he spoke, placing his phone on your nightstand.

"Thank you daddy" you beamed, as he kneeled before you again.

A question came to you while he did

"Is Chad gonna take pictures too?"

A tint of jealousy flashed behind his eyes

"No," he said firmly "and if he tries, you take his phone and throw it away, ok?"

"O-ok" you nodded.

"Now" he seemed to get back to himself "How 'bout you lay down and let me take care of you?"

"S-sure" you stuttered, lying down again.

You raised your head to look at him as he slowly spread your legs.

You felt very much on display, but you weren't embarrassed, you knew Joel only had good intentions.

Suddenly, he bent down to kiss you right on your mound.

You let out a gasp

He looked up at you, a devilish smile plaster on his face as his lips traveled lower, now finding your clit.

"Daddy!" you gasped again.

"what is it baby girl, it don't feel good?"

"N-no it just feels..."

You honestly had no idea how to describe how it felt.

"How?" he insisted

"tingly" you murmured

He smirked, kissing your clit again just to taunt you

"That's good baby" he explained "It means you're enjoying this"

"Oh- really?" you asked, wide-eyed

"Really" he confirmed, before abruptly licking a long stripe of your pussy, and forcing your gasp to soon convert into a moan.

Oh, he definitely liked hearing that.

And the moment he decided on that, he started quite literally devouring your cunt, feeding off of it like it was the source of eternal youth.

"Oh my god" you started chanting in a high pitch, as your legs got a life of their own at the feeling.

You were losing yourself in the feeling when, suddenly, you felt something probing at your... entrance, and you whimpered in surprise.

"Daddy, what are you doing?" you asked, as your hands grabbed the covers for something to hold onto.

He fought the urge to ignore you and do what needed to be done.

"Imma put a finger inside of you now ok?" he explained as sweetly as he could, desperately trying to hide his frustration.

His cock was begging for some sort of relief, and you were only slowing him down.

"a-a finger?" you breathed "W-why?"

"Because I need to make sure this pretty little pussy of yours can take all of daddy"

You scrunched your nose, making a face

"What?" he asked

"I don't like that word"

"What word?" he asked "pussy?"

"mh-mh" you nodded

He couldn't help but laugh a little "What would you rather I call it?" he murmured mockingly,(only of course you didn't realize) "Your tootie?"

"I'm not a kid" you giggled " I haven't called it that since I was-"

Your words died in your throat once his middle finger plunged into your heat.

Your mouth parted in shock, but no sound came out.

"real good sweetie" he praised you, bending down again to suck on your bud, as he started moving his finger in and out of you.

"Daddy!" you cried, at the feeling

"I know, I know" his tone was loaded with false empathy "Now stay still for me alright?"

But before you had time to ask why, another one of his fingers had made its way inside of you.

"Daddy wha-" your own sentence was interrupted by a moan "You said you were gonna put only one finger in!" you protested

"I know baby girl" he whispered against your heat, sending a shiver up your spine "but I know what's best for you, don't I?"

Of course he did

"mh-mh" you nodded

"Good girl" he praised, not missing the way your walls tightened around him at the praise "How does it feel?"

"I-it hurts a little" you winced,

"mh" he considered "that's because no one had touched you down here before" he spoke in between licks to your clit "Not even yourself right?"

"n-no" you answered in a breathy whisper.

"good," he said mostly to himself "And how does it feel now?" he asked, curling his fingers into your g-spot.

Your back arched from the bed

"b-better"

He kept doing that, making you gasp and squirm under him until...

"and how 'bout now?"

A third finger intruded your hole, making you cry out so loud the neighbors probably heard.

"daddy!" you whined as your eyes watered "T-that hurt, why would you do that?"

"oh sweetie... I needed to do that" he cooed, watching your pussy struggling to stretch around his fingers "If you wanna take daddy's cock you need to be able to take three of my fingers at least"

"t-that's a lot" you sobbed

"Oh I know" he murmured "but you did it like a good girl" he kissed your clit as a reward, "Now all you gotta do is relax and come around daddy's fingers"

"b-but I've never done that, I-I don't know how to-"

"shh" he shushed you, moving his fingers inside your warm cunt as he leaned down again to put his tongue to use "Just relax for me sweetie"

And so you did, you closed your eyes and fell back onto the bed as you tried adjusting to his fingers and the feeling they were bringing with them.

You had no idea what was happening to you, you'd heard some of your friends talk about sex, and you did a few lessons in sex ed, but you never really got it... and this was very different from what you were expecting.

Joel's hands were gripping your thighs to keep your legs apart, and when he curled his fingers inside of you again, a pang of pure pleasure took over you, and as a deep moan left your mouth, your left hand got a life of its own and found Joel's hair, gripping it tightly.

He groaned into your cunt and a strange feeling started pooling down your belly.

"Oh god" you whimpered "Daddy- I-"

He started going even faster, the squelching of his fingers plunging into your core filling the whole room as you cried out louder and louder.

"I-I think it's h-happening" you breathed "W-what do I do?" you moaned "D-daddy?"

He was lost in the thought of how good your walls were gonna feel as they tightened around his cock instead of his fingers, but as you cried again, he came back to earth.

"Let go sweetheart" he urged, watching your face contort in all sorts of expressions and bashing in the knowledge that it was him who was provoking them "Be a good girl and come for daddy"

And with that, your eyes snapped open to glimpse at him before every cell in your being exploded and rearranged itself inside of you as you came.

"You did good" he spoke as you tried calming your breathing "you did real good baby" he nodded, as he took his fingers out of you and stared at your pussy like it was a piece of art.

"t-thank you" You gave him a shy smile, as your hands dropped to your sides.

"but now you're gonna have to do even better" he started, as he got up "Can you do that for me? Can you be good?" he asked, as he took off his t-shirt and started undoing his pants.

A tint of fear made its way into your excitement, but you didn't let it show.

"Of course Daddy" you eagerly answered "I'll be good"

"you sure?" he arched his brow as his pants fell to his feet and all that remained on his body was a black pair of boxers with a very big tent probing in the front.

"I-I'm sure" you nodded "I'll be good for you"

"good" his lips pulled into a proud line and then finally, he took his boxers off, and an involuntary little gasp came out of your mouth.

"it's nothing to be scared off sweetheart" he chuckled "Here, why don't you touch it"

You gulped as you raised yourself into a seated position, coming eye-to-eye with his scarily big penis.

You looked up at him for approval and he he offered you an encouraging nod, so you slowly raised your index finger, and gently pressed it again his red tip.

You let your finger graze his whole length, feeling every vein and curve of his manhood, and before you could do it again his voice interrupted.

"don't be scared, wrap your hand around it" he urged, watching as you slowly obeyed "Jus' like that" he said, his voice deeper now "go up and down now"

you did, and you were fascinated by the feeling of his dick twitching in your palm and his skin rubbing against yours.

One of his hands reached the back of your head impatiently as you admired his length, urging you closer.

"use your mouth baby" he breathed heavily.

You slowly leaned closer and met your lips with his tip, leaving a little kiss on it.

He couldn't help but chuckle "Open it, sweetie," he said, looking down at you as you abided "Stick your tongue out for me"

You did, and before you knew it, his penis was filling your mouth.

"Now suck"

You hollowed your cheeks as best as you could and suddenly, his hand in your hair started guiding more and more of him into your mouth, until his tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged loudly as a tear ran down your cheek.

"that all you can take?" he watched you "We're gonna have to work on that, 'm not even halfway in baby" he smirked to himself, before retracting his hips and leaving your mouth empty.

Before you had the time to ask what he meant by that, he'd already given you another order.

"lay down"

You found your initial position again, and in a moment, he had grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to the edge of the bed.

One of his hands was gripping his dick as he looked right in your eyes

"Stay still"

that's all he said, before he started pushing his huge cock into you.

"Ah!" You cried as you felt your hole stretch and burn and hurt all at the same time.

"Shhh" he shushed you, not listening as he continued to push.

"d--daddy it hurts"

"It's supposed to hurt" he lied "Now relax"

And you tried, you really tried, but once another inch of him invaded you, you moved away, or at least, tried to, since his hands started gripping you tighter, giving you no chance to move.

"I told you to stay still" he sounded angry, and you didn't want daddy to be angry, but it hurt so much.

Tears pooled in your eyes and your voice broke as you spoke.

"I-I'm sorry Daddy" a sob climbed up your throat "b-but it's too big"

I don't give a fuck if it hurts, just stay still, he thought, but of course, he couldn't say that.

"Daddy's just tryna help you baby" he cooed "Do you want Chad to make love to you?" he asked, earning a nod from you "Then you have to stop moving and let me put my cock inside of you, ok?"

You sniffled as other tears fell from your eyes "O-ok"

He pushed inside of you again and your cries only got more pathetic.

now if it were up to him he would have already forced his cock inside of you, ignoring your whines and enjoying seeing you cry from how big he was but... if he ever wanted this to happen again, he needed to be gentle with you unfortunately.

"here" he said, pushing his thumb past your lips "suck on it sweetie, that 'll calm you down"

You did as told, and even if it still hurt like hell, it did take your mind off of it a little.

"we're almost there" he promised, watching you take more and more of his cock "Just a little more and-"

"Good God" he breathed, taking a moment to memorize every inch of your walls and the way they felt around him.

"you feel so fucking good baby" he groaned, his head falling to his chest a moment at the feeling.

You felt better than he could have ever fucking imagined.

"I'm gonna start moving now"

He retracted his hips and noticed with a sick enjoyment the blood covering his dick before thrusting into you so harshly that even if your mouth was busy, the cry you let out could be heard perfectly.

"such a crybaby" he cooed, thrusting into you particularly harshly just to hear you cry again for him.

He watched the tears fall from your eyes as he started finding his pace.

And slowly, oh so slowly, you started adjusting, and from the pain, came the pleasure, pleasure so strong it felt like it could kill you.

"fuck you're tight" he grunted, "look at you" his eyes alternated between your eyes and where your body met his "Taking all of daddy's cock so well" he groaned "Being so good" he hissed, as he fastened his pace "fuck-tell me how it feels baby, tell me how good daddy's making you feel"

His thumb left your mouth and a brutal moan left it with it.

"tell me" he urged you again, gripping your waist.

"'s so good" you whimpered while gripping the sheets "You feel so good, Daddy"

"yeah?" he smirked, as a drop of sweat trailed his forehead

"yes Daddy" you promised before one of his hands found your core and started circling your clit.

"Daddy!" you cried

"what is it baby, 's too much?"

"mh-mh" you nodded as your eyes threatened to spill again

"it's ok, daddy's here" he cooed, "you trust me, don't you?"

"I-I do"

"then relax"

You swallowed thickly and you did as told, trying to calm your racing heart as your breathing got more and more ragged.

"daddy?" you whimpered, looking up at him with doe eyes

"yeah, sweetheart?"

"could you... could you kiss me please?"

A smug smirk pulled at his lips "You want me to kiss you?"

"Yes please"

"you sure?"

"yes, daddy please!" you begged now, more desperate, and before you knew it, he'd bent down and his lips were on yours while his tongue was in your mouth.

He let out a low groan at how fucking heavenly you felt, while you tasted all of him like you were starving.

He was such a good kisser...

And right as he pulled away and whispered "fuck you're perfect" the same feeling that he'd given you with his fingers erupted all over again.

A low chant of daddy left your mouth and as you squeezed him so fucking good and so fucking tight Joel couldn't do anything but follows suit, emptying his balls inside your tight cunt and ruining you definitively.

Fuck it, he was gonna buy you a plan B tomorrow, and if that didn't work he'd just blame it on Chad.

"Jesus" he muttered, as he pulled out and fell next to you on the bed.

Both your chests were rising and falling way too quickly.

You turned to him, and when he noticed, he did the same.

"thank you so much daddy" you murmured, nestling closer to him and kissing his cheek.

"no worries baby" he smiled, putting an arm around you to keep you closer as he kissed your forehead "You did good"

"thank you" you blushed

"but y'know..." he cocked an eyebrow "guys like girls with a little experience"

"Really?" you asked, wide-eyed

"yes sweetheart" he nodded "So before you make love with Chad, I think it's best if we practice for a bit, what do you say?"

Your eyes found his, and all you could see in them was the perfect stepdad, helping you in any way he could.

"I'd like that, thank you so much, daddy"

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જ⁀➴ a michael kaiser story. 1k words

synopsis: in which you mistake michael kaiser's warmth for love, and only realize the difference once you're already burning.

a/n: this is kaiser's debut on my blog! hope you like it :D

michael kaiser was never just a person,

he was a fire.

but not the kind you sit beside for comfort. he was a wildfire: brilliant, consuming, beautiful in the way natural disasters are. he was the kind of blaze that dared you to step closer, just so you could say you touched it. just so you could say, i burned for something.

and you did. god, you did.

you met him during a time when your life felt small, quiet, safe. he arrived like a spark before detonation, gleaming with confidence and trailed by smoke shaped from arrogance. when his eyes met yours, something flickered. you mistook it for warmth. you didn’t realize it was a warning.

he made you feel like a secret worth chasing. like he was the sun, and you were a moth that had spent too long in the dark. so you reached for him with both hands.

and, like any fire, he welcomed you in.

at first, it was exhilarating.

every glance, every touch, lit your nerves like fuses. you thought: this is what it means to be seen. this is what it means to be alive.

everything about him radiated heat; too fast, too sharp, too much. his words curled around you like smoke: addictive, elusive. he kissed like he was claiming something. he smiled like someone who already knew the ending. being with him made you feel visible in ways that left you breathless. for a while, you felt invincible.

he lit a fuse inside you that hadn’t burned in years.

one night, early on, you whispered into the hollow of his throat.

“you scare me, you know.”

he tilted his head, brushing your cheek with the back of his hand.

“why?”

“because you burn too bright,” you said. “and i’m afraid i won’t be able to walk away.”

he smiled; slow, wicked, tender. “then don’t walk away.”

you blinked. “what if it hurts?”

michael leaned in, mouth barely brushing yours. “love always hurts, schatz. but i promise…”

he kissed you, soft and scorching. “you’ll never feel more alive than you do with me.”

and in that moment, you believed him.

but loving something like fire was never going to be safe.

and there’s no way to get close without injury.

the ash came slowly. you noticed it first in how his affection surged and vanished without warning. then in how your sense of self began to warp around him. he didn’t mean to hurt you gently; he didn’t know how. he burned, and that was all.

for michael kaiser, love was a kind of combustion.

to him, it meant breaking someone apart just to be the one who put the pieces back together. he needed to be needed; to the point where someone would walk through flames just to remain at his side.

and that’s exactly what you did.

you swallowed the pain. let yourself blister. told yourself the agony meant it was real.

but there’s a line between passion and punishment. between being warmed and being consumed.

each time he left—disappearing behind excuses, ego, ambition—you told yourself it wouldn’t happen again. and every time he came back, sudden and searing like lightning, you let yourself believe he’d stay.

but fires don’t change, they only know how to spread.

you began to dim. you stopped speaking first. stopped asking him to meet you halfway. his moods dictated your days. his silences filled your nights. you curled up beside him, shivering, and convinced yourself it was your fault that the heat never reached you anymore.

and then, one day, you stopped waiting for him to change.

the end came without a storm. no screaming. no slamming doors.

you didn’t scream. you didn’t cry. you just stood there, exhausted—your voice low, your shoulders heavy with everything he never carried.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

he laughed at first, as if you were joking. people like him didn’t believe in endings. they believed in devouring until there was nothing left to lose.

but then he looked at you.

and for the first time, he saw something that scared him. not grief. not longing. just emptiness. the kind of silence born from survival.

“don’t go,” he said. his voice cracked, brittle like dry wood. “you’re mine.”

you shook your head. “i was never yours,” you said. “i was only ever burning.”

he didn’t follow.

fires don’t chase.

they wait. they believe someone, somewhere, will always come crawling back with a match in hand.

but you didn’t.

you learned to live in the stillness that followed. you taught yourself how to exist in quiet rooms, where no smoke filled your lungs. you didn’t forget him. you couldn’t. some nights, you still dreamed of the heat in his gaze. the feeling of being seen by something dangerous and golden. the rush of being loved like a secret.

but in the morning, you remembered the ache. the sting of blistered skin. the way it felt to never be enough.

he didn’t love you. not really. he loved the way you burned for him. he loved the proof of his power.

he loved you the way fire loves forests—without mercy and without intention to leave anything standing.

and maybe now, in the ruins, he feels regret. maybe he runs his hands through his hair and wonders why you gave up. maybe he tells himself you weren’t strong enough to stay.

but you know better.

no one builds a home inside wildfire. you don’t love someone who only knows how to burn.

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gingiesworld · 2 months ago

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Ghost (4/?)

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Teasing, Reader has a penis

18+ MINORS DNI

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Y/N had started to work on their cardio, going on walks with either Natasha or Peter whenever he was at the compound. Y/N sighed as they walked around the grounds, wanting to do something more than just walk, maybe even ease themselves back into running.

"This sucks." They groaned, earning a chuckle from Natasha. "I hate walking so much."

"I know, but you can't do anything more just yet. Besides, I don't think you would want Cho or Wanda on your ass." She told them, a smirk on her lips. "It's going to take a little time before you can get back to normal, but we have the facilities here to help you with that."

"I just miss being out there. On missions." They told her. "I even miss the training and sparring."

"You'll be back to all of that soon enough." She told them, patting their arm as they made their way back inside. "But until then, don't you have a date tomorrow night with Wanda?" She teased as she grabbed two bottles of water and throwing one to Y/N.

"Yes, we do." They took a sip of water before continuing. "Wanda suggested Tony's party, but that didn't seem like the best place for a first date."

"And how would you know that?" She raised a brow, leaning back against the fridge.

"I have watched plenty of TV since being a bed monster." They informed her. "The amount of Rom Coms with the same basic storyline is sickening." Nat burst out into laughter as Y/N continued. "I honestly don't understand how people think that could be real? You know, for those movies I am thankful for not having TV privileges back at Hydra because those movies are torture enough."

"So, your date with Wanda?" Nat questioned once more after she had calmed down.

"I'm taking her to this restaurant, it's a Sokovian establishment. I figure it would be nice for her to have something that resembles home for her." They told her. "You know, American food is vastly different to Sokovian." They rambled.

"She will love that." Nat interrupted them.

"Will it be enough?" They asked her, playing with the bottle in their hands.

"It will be more than enough." She told them honestly. "I have got to meet with Fury and Hill, a possible upcoming mission."

"Please take me with you." They pleaded with her.

"Nope." She smiled as she walked out of the kitchen, leaving Y/N groaning as they leaned on the counter.

"Walking took a lot out of you huh?" Her voice rang through their ears, making them smile before they even opened their eyes to find her green irises.

"Not enough." They told her, a smile forming on their face as she stepped closer to them. "I just hate that I can't do more than just walk, I want to do more, I want to run, spar and do weights. I miss missions so much and I hate being stuck in this compound."

"Well, then if you're going to be stuck here let's go and have some fun." She took their hand, a smirk on her face as she led them through the building towards her bedroom. She pushed them to sit on the bed as she closed the door, moving to straddle their lap, all thoughts suddenly escaped Y/N as her lips ghosted theirs. Wanda pressed her lips to theirs softly, her hands cupping their face as Y/N held her waist. The kiss deepened as Wanda pressed her hips down, making Y/N groan at the sensation. Wanda soon pushed them to lay down as she hovered over them, a smirk tugging at her lips as she leant down to kiss them once more, moving her hand to her nightstand and picking up the TV remote before she moved off of them, moving to sit with her back against the head rest.

"What?" Y/N turned to face her, their eyes wide. "I thought we, you were just, we could."

"You are not cleared for anything like that." Wanda told them with a chuckle. "And besides, I don't sleep with someone before the first date."

"That is a dangerous game." They told her, moving to sit beside her as she flicked through the movies. "So, what are we watching?" They asked her, hoping for something that wasn't a Rom Com.

"I was thinking Twilight." Wanda told them. "There's five movies, we could have a marathon. We could get all of the snacks and stuff and just stay locked away in here until tomorrow."

"So, you want to spend the whole night together?" They asked her, turning to face her as she looked up at them. "Just the two of us?"

"Well, of course just the two of us." She answered them. "I guess I'm making up for lost time."

"You know, I have been enjoying this, being here with you, Peter and the others." They spoke softly. "I remember sometimes what it was like to have a family, what it felt like to be one and I never thought I would ever feel that comfort again, that was until you." They reached over and caressed her cheek. "You reignited the hope that I thought I had lost."

"Y/N." Wanda whispered as Y/N leaned their forehead against hers. "I do love you, so so much."

"I love you more." They spoke barely above a whisper, pressing their lips against hers in a gentle kiss before Wanda moved to cuddle into their side.

Y/N and Wanda walked arm in arm towards the restaurant, enjoying the cool evening air and the quiet away from the compound. Wanda glanced over at them, a small smile taking place on her lips as she turned her attention ahead once more.

"You really do look beautiful." Y/N spoke, breaking the silence, the two stopping their walk as Wanda turned to face them fully, never letting go of their hand. Y/N admired her in the red dress, it wasn't too tight, nor was it too loose, it fitted her perfectly. "Red is certainly your colour."

"Thank you." She whispered shyly, not really used to being complimented.

"Shall we?" Y/N gestured towards the restaurant, watching as Wanda's eyes lit up.

"You brought me here?" She questioned, tilting her head slightly as her heart beat quickened.

"I did." Y/N nodded nervously. "To be honest, I have no idea what I am doing here, I only know what you see in those movies and sometimes that seems to be a little bit unrealistic."

"This is amazing, Y/N." She told them, stepping closer to them. "And all I want is for you to be you, and as for the dates, they don't always have to be like this, even the simple dates are the best ones, movie nights and cuddles are most definitely one of my favourites." She leaned up and pecked their lips before the two headed inside. Wanda had ordered for both of them, as Y/N didn't really understand the menu. Wanda wiped her mouth after taking the last sip of her water, watching as Y/N finished their Paprikash. "You know, I never really understood how we both got here." She told them, watching as their eyes met hers. "You know, especially with who we both were, when we first met."

"Wanda, out of all of the decisions I have made, helping you and your brother is my greatest one by far." They reached over and took her hand. "You both shown me that there was more to life than what I was trained to believe, you gave me a purpose in this life and I am extremely fortunate to have a chance to see where this goes." They pointed between the two of them. "We are both completely different people to when we first met, but our hearts are still the same." Wanda nodded with a smile, her heart swelling in her chest as they flagged down the waiter for the check.

The walk back to the compound was peaceful, Wanda remained impossibly close to them as they walked arm in arm. As they got closer to the compound, they could hear the music from the party.

"Is this what all Stark parties are like?" Y/N questioned as the music got louder with every step.

"It is." Wanda nodded. "But Tony does know how to make everyone have fun."

"So, you like these parties?" They teased, a smirk on their lips. "I would have thought you would have been the loner type, always sat brooding in the dark."

"Hey, I don't brood." She swatted their arm, the two chuckling as they continued on their way. "But, I do have a bit of a wild side."

"A wild side, huh?" They raised their brow, Wanda a step ahead as she turned to face them. "Will I get to see this wild side of yours?" They asked as they pulled her closer to them, their hands resting on her hips.

"Maybe one day." She reached up and wrapped her arms around their neck, leaning in slightly. "But as of right now, you can't do anything too strenuous." With that she stepped away and headed inside the compound, Y/N soon followed behind her with a groan. Natasha was the first person to notice them, waving them both over to the bar.

"Hey, how was your date?" She asked the two of them, ordering a couple of drinks for the two.

"It was lovely." Wanda continued to tell Nat about the date, Y/N sipped on their drink as they looked around the party, their eyes soon catching Peter stood in the corner glancing at his watch.

"Hey, Pete." They greeted him as they approached, watching as he smiled at them.

"I was wondering when you were arriving. Mr Stark told me that you might not turn up because you had some business to take care of and you've been working yourself with your rehab. But I knew you would!" He beamed as he hugged them. "How has rehab been going?" He asked them.

"Slow. Too slow." They groaned, leaning against the wall beside him. "I hate being human. It sucks."

"You know, being Spiderman isn't all that it's cracked up to be." He told them quietly, Y/N burst into laughter.

"You heal quicker than me." They told him. "I am just a puny human." They imitated Thor, causing the two to burst into laughter. "Anyways, how have you Spidey escapades been?" They asked him quietly.

"Quiet lately." He told them. "Just mostly wannabe gangs and muggings right now. It's like all of the crime bosses have just disappeared."

"But that gives you more time for school, or training maybe?" They asked him, watching as he nodded.

"Yeah, maybe we can both train together sometime?" He asked them, a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"I would like that." They agreed easily. Wanda's eyes soon found Y/N, stood and conversing with Peter, a smile growing on her face as she watched the two. Nat soon followed her gaze, a smirk on her face as she turned to Wanda.

"I think you may have some competition for Y/N." She teased the witch, Wanda just shook her head with a laugh.

"They see him as their brother." She told her quietly, her heart aching at the thought of their childhood, well their lost childhood. "They're finally healing after years of pain and trauma, they finally have that chance to be happy, have the life that they've craved since they were young."

"They lost their younger brother, right?" Nat questioned, remembering a small conversation she shared with them.

"Yeah, Hydra the night they came for them." She answered her, her eyes never leaving Y/N who was being dragged towards the empty pool table by the teenager. "They're finally living their life, they're not some expendable agent anymore. They can finally have a family."

"Is that what you see for you and Y/N?" Nat asked her. "Do you see yourself having a family with them?" She questioned.

"I did, when we were in Hydra together." Wanda answered honestly. "Then I thought they had died, then I guess that dream died with them."

"What about now? Now that they're here and with you." Nat pressed on.

"I don't know, we're still getting to know the new us." She told her honestly. "I do love them with everything in me, I really do but I can't think of what I see for the future, not when they can be taken away from me at any given time." With that, Wanda left to join Y/N and Peter, latching onto Y/N's arm as the two played pool. She couldn't help but smile as the two trash talked each other, or tried to distract the other.

"Come on, Wanda help me out here?" Peter begged as Y/N was on the black ball. Wanda smirked as she wrapped her arm around their waist, leaning to whisper in their ear.

"Did I tell you how good your ass looks in these trousers." She husked out, her hand moving to grip onto their cheek, giving it a squeeze and earning a yelp from them as they lunged forward, just nudging the cue ball with the cue.

"Hey! That's not fair!" They yelled as they pointed between the two of them. "Wanda's supposed to be on my side." Peter soon potted the last stripe and was on the black.

"Well, it sucks to be you." Peter shrugged as he potted the black, watching as Y/N just shook their head. The rest of the evening went by smoothly, although as the party was still going, Y/N had decided to retire to their bedroom, already done with socialising for a lifetime.

"Hey." Wanda's voice sounded from behind them, the door closing with a soft click. "I had a really great time tonight." She stepped forward as Y/N turned to face her, their shirt halfway unbuttoned. "I really did enjoy myself, I always enjoy my time with you." Y/N couldn't help but smile as they stepped closer to her, their hands reaching for her own.

"So, my company's not half bad huh?" They teased, wrapping their arms around her waist and pulling her flush against them.

"It's not entirely insufferable." She shot back, a smirk on her face as they just smiled at her, her arms wrapping around their neck as she gazed into their eyes.

"I love you." Y/N whispered, their lips soon ghosting hers.

"I love you too." She replied, pushing her lips on theirs in a soft kiss. "Can I stay here with you? And maybe steal a shirt and some boxers?"

"Of course." They smiled, kissing her once more before they disappeared to their closet, getting the clothes out for the two of them, allowing Wanda to use the bathroom first. The two were soon lay in bed, sleep overcoming the two of them.

"Come on O'pa!" A small boys voice sounded, followed by laughter and screams as they chased him. They soon tripped over their own feet, turning over to lay on their back, soon being jumped on by two small boys who's laughter filled the air.

"Come on now, let your O'pa get up." She told the twins, walking towards the three of them. "You boys go and wash up before dinner." She ushered the two inside, a silver streak left behind the twins as she groaned. "They know they shouldn't use their powers around the house." She held her hand out for them to take.

"Yeah, but it's not the kid's fault he's faster than the rest of us." They told her, a knowing smirk on their face. "He's exactly like his Uncle, and Billy is just as amazing as his mother." They reached to cup her cheek, she closed her eyes for a moment.

"Y/N?" She gasped when she opened her eyes, their face was pale and blood spilling from their mouth. Her eyes soon followed down to their chest, watching as a metal beam was impaled in their chest. "No, this can't, not again. I can't." She watched as they soon gurgled, she had stepped back away from them, their hand reaching out for her as they took a step.

"Wanda." They choked out, more blood spilling from their mouth. "Wanda."

Wanda jolted awake, sweat covering her body as Y/N sat up, hesitantly watching her every move. Watching her as she tried to catch her breath, she soon turned to face them, already finding their eyes on her.

"You were having a night mare." They told her nervously. "I tried to wake you, but you were well gone."

"I'm sorry." She whispered, her breath still shaky as she leaned into them, they instantly wrapped their arms around her.

"Don't apologise, love." They spoke tenderly, moving to lay them both down, her head resting on her chest.

"Don't leave me." She whispered shakily, Y/N had never seen her so vulnerable. "I can't survive if you leave me."

"I'm not going anywhere." They told her, pressing a light kiss to her head. "I am going to be right here by your side, for as long as you'll have me."

"Forever?" She asked, looking up into their eyes.

"Forever." They kissed her softly before she nestled into them, listening to their steady heartbeat as she soon started to drift off to sleep once more.

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dilf-docs · 7 months ago

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Sabor A Chocolate

eddie brock x younger fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend eddie and his symbiote pal just make sure you know how loved you are.

warnings: sfw (there's always a first), tooth rotting fluff, my attempt at comedy (less funnier than friends), age gap (blog's brand ofc), chubby!reader, she's very insecure but actually deserves the world💔, angst, hurt/comfort, discussions of body image (neg), venom/eddie giving her the love she deserves!!!! kinda took some inspo on elefante's song by the same name of the title, set before venom 2 (not important actually)

word count: 2,580 words

side note: so i watched again venom 3 now that it's available on stream and i'm full of grief for my black little people eater alien💔 anywayyyy this is a based on this request; i hope u enjoy it my lil' frien :) ALSO tysm for leaving ur message!!!!!!!!!

It was Mrs. Chen's fault, really.

It all started with a late trip to the convinience store, which happened to be owned by one of your mother's closest friends.

Final's week was approaching, and with all the academic pressure, you tend to study until late hours, which means snack time can also end up happening in the middle of the night. Which is the reason why you're scouring through the store at 10pm, your hand occupied with some chocolates and chips to endure the rest of the study session you've got ahead.

The door makes its silly sound, announcing a new customer.

"Hey Eddie!" you hear Mrs. Chen's voice. You hide behind one of the shelves, ashamed of your aspect: one thing is a close elderly friend seeing you like this, another is a total stranger watching your final's week look: consisting of a long over-sized shirt with a washed up Welcome To San Francisco! on the front, some pajama shorts that ride up your thighs, a ponytail-bun hybrid and bare face.

"Hello, Mrs. Chen" the gravely voice returns. Oh, it's a guy: a guy with a very nice tone. You wonder if the face matches the voice, "looking good"

If possible, you get more embarrased than before. You don't usually have that much game, but if you were to get a chance, it definetely won't happen with you looking like this. You desperately want to get out, but leaving the food behind is a huge no. Also, getting out through the door without the man noticing is quite literally imposible.

She snickers, "I always look good!"

You decide to stay put until he leaves, hiding next to the chocolate shelf.

"What are you getting tonight, Eddie?" the elder woman makes a pause, "let me guess..."

You hear foot-steps against the floor, the sound growing stronger and closer. You pray to anyone out there who can hear you to stop what you think's going to happen.

"You already know what it is, Mrs. Chen" a beat, "chocolates!"

He screams first. You then scream, and then Mrs. Chen shuts you two idiots up.

"Stop shouting in my store! You'll scare possible customers"

"I'm sorry" Eddie says, then turns to you again and repeats his apology, "I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry too" you laugh, ashamed. "I didn't mean to scare you"

Now, Eddie takes in your figure better. Yes, your aspect is very poor, but it doesn't erase your beauty. He can understand: thanks to Venom, he's been sweaty and bad-looking before.

"Is everything okay?" you ask, growing a bit self conscious with the staring. It's definitely happened before, and not for good reasons.

"Yes!" he answers hastily, then coughs, rosy cheeks on display. "I'm Eddie, by the way"

"Glad we cleared that up" you chirp, almost breathing with relief on the spot, "I'm y/n!"

"Pretty name" he whistles, "pleased to see the name matches the face"

"Oh" you blush furiously. Is he being for real? This absolutely gorgeous strong older man? It's like a dream come true; maybe it is. No way a man, a good looking one on top of that, notices you, especially now that you're looking the worst possible ever.

"Are you buying or what?" Mrs. Chen pops up from behind you both. "Flirt later, after you buy. Outside"

"Geez, Mrs. Chen. I thought you were my friend" he feigs sadness, a hand over his chest. "You sure know how to kill a guy's game"

You giggle, and Mrs. Chen looks at you, then at Eddie and smiles. Ah, you know that look. God, this is about to turn very embarrassing.

"Not with y/n" she elbows your side, not so discreet. "My girl here is difficult to scare"

You turn red again. "Don't know what that says about me" then you lean closer to Eddie, whispering. He gets a whiff of the strawberry splash you put on yourself (you may look bad, but smell bad? never). "Mrs. Chen's friends with my mom, please don't listen to anything she says"

"Well, thank you, Mrs. Chen" he then looks at you and winks. He mouths an I'll help you, and you find yourself blushing for the 100th time. "Help me check this out, won't you?" he shows some chocolates. She leaves with Eddie, saying something like For your friend, right? but you're too busy thinking about how that could've gone in a more embarrassing way. The downside? She totally noticed the exchange; after the wink and asking your name part, you're positive it isn't one-sided.

"Hey, um. Y/n, right?" you nod too vigorous, like a fool. Just a name exchange and you're already this down bad? You need to stop. "Do you need help with that?" he points out the snacks that, at this point, you've already forgotten about.

"Oh! I can carry it myself" you dismiss.

"No, not that kind of help. I can see you're doing a pretty good job yourself" he gets closer, and your skin gets goosebumps at the closeness, even feeling his breathe on you. He's making you nervous just like that. "I'll pay for it"

Low husky voice whispering to you? Close proximity? And paying for your snacks at the very first meet? Is this some sort of trick or a straight out of a rom-com scenario?

You tend to more skeptical, but this guy is definitely working on you.

"C'mon. Don't leave me hanging in here, doll" he encourages, seeing your lack of motion. You blush (again) at the compliment. "Rough night?"

"Just finals" you answer while giving him your two snacks.

"Are you in college?" you nod. Then, you both walk to the entrance, where Mrs. Chen gives you with a look you try to ignore. She checks out your snacks and his chocolates. You wonder if he likes the same as yours, and why he's got so many of them. "Wow, what are you studying?"

"Journalism!" you answer a bit too excited, but God, don't you love your degree. "The reason I'm studying journalism is because I love to write. Through it, I would love to help others without a voice, you know?

"Wanna know something funny? I'm what you'd call a journalist as well"

"What?!" you shout a bit too loud, perhaps because of ease or perhaps of laugh at the timing of it all.

"Yeah! Are you from San Francisco?" he asks.

"No" you answer, confused as to where it leads. "Moved in for college"

"That explains it" he grabs the items he's just payed for, handing them back to you. "You know, I'm sort of famous around here. Ever heard of Cletus Cassidy?"

"Cactus what-?"

"Oh, Eddie" she laughs, mockingly. "Y/n here is as pretty and young as she looks. Of course she doesn't know who you are!" she snickers.

"Nevermind" he says ashamed. "Jesus, you sound more like a hater than a friend"

"It's all right!" you chime in, nervously. You're afraid you've fucked it up. "I can investigate you- oh, that sounded bad. Investigate your career, um. You know what I mean! It's kind of what I do, after all. Part, at least, of what I do"

"It's alright, doll" you could get used to this. A gravely rich voice calling you such. "No need to be nervous"

He looks thoughtful for a moment, and you start to fear your yapping or in general, the strange appeal or whatever magical reason he was interested in you, has vanished. As soon as he gets out of the store with you, fear creeps in. Is it all over? Was this a brief glimpse of what dating life is like? A chance you'll probably never get again. But then, he says:

"Can I have your number?"

"Sure!" you sound kind of glad about it, "do I put it in your phone?"

Eddie hands it to you, smiling when he sees what you've saved yourself as:

Y/n 👻🍫

"There you go" you say as you exit, and Mrs. Chen keeps looking through the glass. You hastily dismiss her, but you know she'll soon gush to your mother about it. "Thanks for everything"

"No problem" he winks. Oh, the nerve of this guys. "See you around, y/n. Good luck on those finals!"

You have to shut your demons for a while. Meet-cute-at-the-convenience-store guy seems to be truthful about it!

You'll just have to see how long it lasts.

Flash forward: it's lasted! Now Eddie is your boyfriend. Four months dating and you feel in heaven!

Yes, a bit of your demons have come out here and there, but Brock's been there to kiss away every single one of them. Venom too! Ah, yes: the alien symbiote that lives inside of your lover. Even he has taken to your liking! Being honest, meeting him did scare you at first; kind of a mind-blowing confession to make on your 1 month anniversary, but you soon learned surprises are a common thing if you're dating the so-called Lethal Protector. You both share chocolate filled afternoons when he takes over Eddie (he hates sharing yet let's his pal have some fun with you), watching a movie or two with his silly little comments on the background, sharing his alien-like knowledge with you (whatever that means).

So yeah, it's been a few months and you couldn't be happier!

Today, Eddie's supposed to pick you up from college. He has done so the last couple of weeks, and if you've seen people whispering behind your back, you've been smart to ignore it.

But today as you walk to your usual spot where Eddie picks you up, you hear the comments of two of your classmates (you recognize) from a class you take:

"They haven't broken up yet?" the other one laughs.

"She must've used some kind of dark magic, because there is no way that guy is with her"

"Yeah" the first one agrees, "y/n's weird just like that"

They aren't being discreet, and you start to believe they're choosing to do so, because next thing you know, they're talking about your body.

You begin growing self-conscious of your appearance: a sweater and a skirt, something Eddie loves seeing on you (he says it's easier to do stuff) but you can't help and start to feel insecure about the skin of your bare legs. You tense, tighlty grabbing the exposed flesh between your fingers, the tissue doughty under your hands. You hate yourself more often than you love, and it's harder to remember the positive side when you hear your thoughts loud in the mouth of other people.

The sound of a roaring engine cuts through the cloud of negative thoughts.

"Y/n!" you love it when he calls your name, enjoying every second of it. But now you just want to get out of here.

"Hey" you get closer to him, hoping on the bike. It's a big distance between you and the two classmates, but you still hear them say:

"It looks like a strong bike" pause. You feel sick, "I hope it won't break"

Eddie feels your arms cage him a little stronger than usual. "Hey, is everything okay?"

You hide your face against his back. "Please, let's go"

"You aren't going to say goodbye to your friends?" he looks back at the girls waving in your direction.

"Let's go!" you plead, rougher. He then realizes the girl are waving at him and not you, a flirty wink his way proving it.

Oh. He gets it now.

"Don't worry, doll" he caresses your hand. "I got you"

Then he speeds, not before making sure he leaves the girls who were harrasing you inside a cloud of smoke that makes them cough. Eddie looks back to see if you're laughing, but your face remains against his back, and he can feel his shirt start to damp.

Shit.

When you arrive at his apartment, your pace is fast, rushing through the stairs and entering his place first.

"Doll?" he calls out, but you don't answer. All he hears is small sobs, and his heart breaks. He finds you lying on his bed, your face hidden against his pillows. "Look at me, y/n"

"Y-you don't get it" you hiccup.

"I think I do" he purses his thick lips, "those girls were jealous of you"

"Jealous of me? Sure" you let out a dry laugh. "If anything, I'm jealous of them!"

He scoots closer, a hand resting on your back. "And why would you be jealous of two girls like that?"

"Because they're pretty" you confess, voice small. "Their bodies are perfect; doesn't matter if they're ugly on the inside. People mostly care about the outside"

"I see what's hapenning" he forces you to look at him, and your puffy red eyes make his chest pang. He needs you to know how beautiful you are, no matter how much you try to deny it. "You think you're ugly"

"Eddie!" you whisper-shout, alarmed.

"Hey! I never said that was my opinion" he says, tone defensive and arms raising up. "That is yours. A wrong one, by the way"

You scoff. "Yeah? why?"

You know Eddie loves you, but after today, you need to hear it.

"Because I don't like ugly people" you laugh in disbelief, "it's true! I love you because you're beautiful, in and out"

"Bullshit" you challenge, tears welling up again. You may start to see the light, but your demons come back to haunt you in whispered dark thoughts.

"You want me to list all the reasons I love you?"

You sniff. "Are there any? I mean, why are you with me, Eddie?"

No. He absolutely won't let you speak about yourself like that.

He grabs your face gently, wiping some tears. "I love you because you're the smartest, funniest, driven, most caring woman I've met, inside the hottest body of all times!" he squishes your side, and you laugh because of the ticklish sensations. "Haven't I shown you so? How much I worship it in bed? You've got to be kidding me! I wouldn't know what else to do or say to convince you of just how perfect you are!"

"Eddie..." you whimper his name out, lunging forward and enveloping him on a hug. He brushes you hair, softly.

"Listen, y/n. I understand your feelings, but it's unfair how bad you see and treat yourself. You are beautiful, no matter what anyone else says, and that's the point: beauty starts from within. It doesn't matter how many times I tell you so, because if you don't believe in yourself, it's all in vain"

"I'm sorry" you hug him tightly, "I wish I liked me more; to see me how you see me. Thanks for having patience"

"No need to thank me for anything" he assures, kissing your temple. "I don't get tired of telling you how much I like your eyes, a delicious invitation to taste you. Or your peachy skin, rosy and soft in all the perfect places. Or your chocolate heart: warm and sweet. You're bascially a ticket to heaven"

"Thanks" you whisper again, much more calm. "I love you, Eddie"

"Well, I love you too, doll"

"I love you too!" It's Venom, who appears next to Eddie. "You're the prettiest human girl I've ever met!"

"If it makes you feel better, I can eat those sluts" he offers softly, and you pet him while laughing, although Eddie rolls his eyes. The nerve of this guy.

"Seriously? Read the room budy!"

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The Perfect Life || CL16 {7}

Summary: The first night at Charles’ house is almost ruined before it can even begin. Warnings: angst, light smut WC: 3.2k F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight Taglist: RETIRED Head over to my dedicated library blog @dilemmaslibrary and opt to get notifications from there.

The paper bag in your hands crinkled as you opened it to see what Charles had asked you to carry. “What is this?”

“Dinner.”

You raised a brow and closed it back up. “Those are ingredients,” you corrected, placing it on the kitchen bench in his apartment. “I hope you aren’t expecting me to cook because you will be bitterly disappointed.”

He laughed as he closed the front door and kicked his shoes off. “It’s all prepared, the pasta just needs boiling but I can do that. Why don’t you take a look around?”

You already planned on being nosey when he wasn’t looking but now you could openly snoop and happily left him to his own devices. Like most apartments in Monaco, it was smaller than you were used to but it was more than enough for a man living on his own.

You circled the living room and tried not to be envious of all the photos he had hung in frames around the room. Faces you recognised held carefree smiles that they never had in your presence and Charles was no exception. You thought you had seen his real smile but even that was strained compared to what was captured when he was with his friends and family.

“I’m starting to think that frown is just your resting face,” Charles commented as he stepped out of the galley kitchen to see your progress.

You schooled your face until the lines evened out and a mild look of boredom hid your thoughts as you turned away from the photos and found something that made your heart nearly stop. The manuscript was plain and unassuming on the shelf, the title print small and barely legible on the bare sewn spine, but you knew that book.

“You stole it.”

Charles’ confused gaze followed you to the bookshelf. “What?”

“It wasn’t enough to take him from me but you took our book too,” you muttered as you tugged it from the shelf and ran your fingers across the faded purple inscription in the corner: For Jules. A hint of the berry scented ink still clung to the page and you swallowed the lump in your throat as you opened it to the dog eared page you left behind.

“This was a mistake,” you said as you closed the book and shoved it back on the shelf. If it wasn’t this, it would just be something else- there was too much history to think this could ever work. “I can’t do this, Charles.”

He intercepted your exit, blocking the door with pleading eyes. “Wait, please. I didn’t know it was yours. You can have it back.”

“I don’t want it back! I want to finish reading it to him but I’ll never get that chance because of you.” You took a step closer, ready to go through him to get out the door but he surprised you by sliding down the white panel until his ass planted on the floor. Charles pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them as he looked down to hide in shame.

The moment of silence dragged on as his breath grew as ragged as yours and you both relived that day in the hospital.

“I’m sorry,” he stressed as he threw his head back, the thud heavy against the wood. “I’m fucking sorry! For all of it. I didn’t deserve the time I got with him, I don’t deserve this career - it should have been his, like you. I definitely don’t deserve you.”

You slumped to the floor too with your back to the kitchen cabinets. This was not how you imagined your evening going. The plan had been simple; stay the night with Charles and arrive at the paddock for his first practice together - hard launching the relationship and confirming all the rumours that you had both started.

“When did this become your pity party?” you asked as you studied the herringbone tile floor instead of the enigma sitting opposite you.

Charles’ jaw dropped and he shook his head as he stammered over his words. “It’s not…I’m not…that’s not what…”

“How do you make it through interviews? One question and you’re a blithering mess.” You rolled your eyes and stretched your leg out to nudge his foot. “You are wrong by the way. I wasn’t meant to be Jules’ either.”

“I know.” He nodded and sighed, wiping his nose that had turned pink. “It probably doesn’t change anything but I finished it. I read him that book before he…before he died.”

You pushed yourself up to your feet and offered him your hand. His palm was clammy against your skin and you barely made any effort to pull him up as he did the work himself, rising to his full height in front of you. “You’re right, it doesn’t change anything,” you admitted, watching his shoulders deflate.

“Figured as much.”

“But,” you said as you held a finger up when he went to move away and he froze, “that was a proper apology that actually felt real.”

“So you forgive me?”

“No, I don’t even know how to do that, but I’m not going to leave.”

He smiled like it was a small victory and enveloped you in one of his spontaneous hugs that you were slowly growing used to. “I don’t know how, but I am going to make it up to you one day. I promise.”

“How about you start with just making dinner?” You stepped out of his embrace and looked around the room with weary eyes. “I’m not going to find any more surprises, am I?”

He chewed his lip as he thought for a moment. “I have his helmet in my office but the door is closed.”

You swallowed deeply and nodded. You were going to avoid that room at all costs. “Keep it that way.”

Panic gripped you as the bike started to wobble. Your feet tangled in the pedals and your fingers slipped from the brakes before the gravel driveway rapidly came up to meet you. The skin on your knees stung with the dozens of little stones that grazed them and your elbows were in a similar state as you lay sprawled beneath the summer sun.

“Up you get,” Jules said as he dusted the stones off and picked you up.

Your bottom lip began to tremble and he shook his head. “There’s no use crying, lapinette, might as well laugh and learn.”

“I don’t want to laugh,” you grumbled, kicking the bike to emphasise your displeasure.

Jules shrugged and picked the bike up, holding it out for you to try once more. “Well, that’s usually when you need to the most.”

You accepted the bike and looked longingly at the trainer wheels he had taken off. The plastic wheels were beside his kart that was propped up on a stand, some of the parts in pieces for him to finish cleaning before he rebuilt it for the race. “Do you think you can win?”

“Absolutely, just like I know you can ride that bike.”

“I fell off.”

He laughed at your attitude and knew you would be a handful when you grew up. Pointing to the driveway he said, “Then you better try again, no? Because if you don’t ride it then I can’t win!”

You laughed at the stupidity of the statement but rose to the challenge, throwing a leg over the pastel pink bike and ringing the little bell on the handle for good luck. “You better win, Jules.”

You took a deep breath and pushed the pedal down, slowly building momentum. The wind blew your hair back and you laughed as you realised you were doing it. You were biking…straight towards the wrought iron gates.

You jolted awake in the unfamiliar bedroom and found Charles sleeping soundly. Though you had woken before the impact came you knew Jules had saved you. The lanky teen had sprinted after the bike and grabbed you from the seat before it careened into the metal, buckling the front wheel. You hadn’t quite mastered bike riding that week but Jules still won his karting race.

Sleep was as distant as the memory that had resurfaced so you quietly slipped from the room and found yourself at the bookshelf. Sometimes you wished you had no memory, then you couldn’t be reminded of how happy you had been. But, on the flipside, if you didn’t have the memory you feared you would never know what happiness was at all.

When Charles woke to an empty bed he wondered if you had left after all despite watching you fall asleep beside him. It was only the sound of the balcony door sliding open that let him breathe a sigh of relief and he climbed out of the bed to check on you. A cool breeze left a chill in the air of the living room and Charles grabbed the blanket that hung from the back of the sofa before he stepped outside.

“You’ll catch a cold like that,” he whispered to the night. The Ferrari shirt you wore fell halfway down your thighs but curled up on the outdoor settee had the red material barely covering your underwear and Charles covered the bare skin with the blanket.

“Bad dream?” he asked as he took a seat beside you and noticed the book in your hands.

“Worse,” you replied. “A good memory.”

Charles draped his arm over the back of your seat, his fingers softly touching your shoulder, and he tucked his legs under the blanket too. “Want to talk about it?”

You gave him a look that made him chuckle before turning your attention back to the page. You were halfway through the story and you could finally appreciate the action thriller now that you understood the vengeance Jack Reacher felt and the way he fought but even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the dream. With an irritated sign, you closed the book and took to searching the stars instead.

“Charles?” He hummed quietly and you looked across to see his relaxed state watching the dark sky too. “If I ask you something, can you just do it without reading too much into it?”

He tore his eyes away from the brightest star in the sky and frowned. “Uh, I guess it depends on what you ask me.”

“I want you to kiss me.”

His lips curled up in a slow smile and his fingers danced across your collar to the base of your throat as he leaned in. “You don’t have to ask me.”

“It’s not because I like you, I just need something to stop me thinking,” you clarified.

“Again, you don’t have to ask me.” His lips brushed against yours before they teased your jawline and his breath warmed your ear. “You can use me however you want.”

It was already a messy situation and adding sex to the mix was only going to end badly but you needed it. You needed to forget the thoughts racing through your head and you needed the high of an orgasm. Charles was more than willing to give you both when he carried you back to his bed.

The next time you woke you were in a far better headspace.

You felt the ghost of a kiss on your cheek before Charles left to get ready for the day but you buried your head deeper in the pillow and tried to ignore the sweet ache in your body. It was impossible. Your core throbbed with the memory of how he had filled it and your thighs pressed together in search of friction only to feel the beard burn he had left between them.

“Fuck,” you groaned as you realised you would not be getting back to sleep.

“Regretting your life choices?” Charles asked from the doorway, two mugs of coffee in his hands and not a lick of clothing to be seen.

“On the list of my regrets, this doesn’t even register,” you said as you sat up and accepted the hot cup, your state of undress not much better. “But it would have been easier if you sucked in bed.”

“How’s that?” He lifted his pillow up against the headboard and took a seat with an amused grin at the compliment.

“For starters, I wouldn’t want to do it again. Things are already complicated enough and now I have technically been fucked by my boss.”

“If you want to get technical, you fucked me,” he pointed out with a smirk. “You were in control, babe.”

You took a deep breath and told yourself it was too early for violence, even if he was right. Charles had been quite clear on the fact you were in control, especially when he sat in much the same position against the headboard and let you ride him into oblivion. “Maybe it will make it on my list of regrets after all.”

“You can worry about them later,” he said after a few mouthfuls of his coffee. “We should start getting ready to head to the track and your hair screams ‘sex’. Bathroom is across the hall, there’s a new toothbrush in the top drawer if you need.”

“Wow, a spare toothbrush? That screams manwhore.”

“I’m just being a gentleman, you’re the one that swallowed.”

You nearly spilled the coffee with the laugh that bubbled out of your mouth unexpectedly. “Ah, there’s the regret. I knew I should have snowballed you.”

His nose wrinkled with the idea and you laughed darkly. Next time he would probably hesitate and remember this conversation. You froze. You were already thinking about the next time you would fuck and that was enough to stun you silent so you busied your mouth finishing the drink.

It was hard not to fall in love with the atmosphere of race week in Monaco. Arriving hand in hand with Charles had the desired effect and you were still feeling the ripples of it as the day ended.

“I’m exhausted and I didn’t even do anything,” you admitted through the headset as the private helicopter whisked you back to Nice.

Charles flexed his hand that had furiously signed autographs right up until the moment he stepped inside the helicopter. “It gets like that sometimes but I only feel it after everything goes quiet.”

“Are you sure you want to come to this dinner? You can go home and rest. Jacques can fly you back.”

Charles reached across the seat and took your hand even though there was no audience to witness the touch. “And leave you alone with your parents?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “That’s not going to happen.”

“I have managed to survive 25 years on my own.”

“That’s a miracle in itself. I probably wouldn’t be trusted with the steak knife if that was me.”

You grinned at the joke and rested your head on his shoulder. “I like this dark side of you.”

“I suppose that’s a start.”

Your good mood was brought down the moment you spotted the mansion before landing. Too many cars lined the driveway for the simple family dinner your mother planned and you fell quiet as the helicopter touched down in the backyard.

“What is this?” Charles asked, looking down at his casual jeans and sweatshirt.

“The tenth circle of hell,” you muttered.

Veronica was practically vibrating with excitement when you arrived at the patio door and she held out two tickets for the opera tomorrow night, as requested. “Silly girl. You have dinner with Prince Albert, you can’t even go.”

Charles knew better after seeing the many masks you had adorned to hide your thoughts but it still amazed him how quickly you could become a woman he didn’t recognise. A sneer grew, twisting your smile into a cruel mockery of the one he knew and your eyes narrowed as you swiped the tickets from her hand.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?”

“I tried, but that’s what you get for being a spoiled little brat.”

“Alicia! My room, now!” Your voice carried through the mansion and you stormed up the stairs with Charles following behind, his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. The maid was already waiting outside your bedroom door when you arrived and you barrelled inside, slamming the door shut in Veronica’s smirking face.

The dress hanging in the closet was still wrapped in the garment bag and you took it off the hanger, holding it out to Alicia. “Get this dress out of my sight! I never want to see it again.”

Alicia looked a little shocked at the outburst you needed to be heard through the door. “But it is McQueen.”

“I don’t care!” You lowered your voice to a whisper and reached into your pocket. “Here’s two tickets to La Bohème, take the dress and go with Javier. You didn’t think I forgot your anniversary, did you? Go.”

Tears filled Alicia’s eyes and she threw her arms around you. “Thank you.”

You shook your head and sincerely said, “You deserve more than this.”

Alicia dipped at the waist and delicately hung the dress over her arm as she walked to the door. Veronica saw the tears in Alicia’s eyes and shook her head as the quiet maid rushed down the stairwell.

“Your father will hear about this tantrum.”

You tipped your nose up and crossed your arms smugly. “I’m his only child, that makes me his favourite by default. Now run along and tell him.”

Veronica turned on her heel with a scoff and you closed the door before sighing heavily. You would probably pay for the insolence in one way or another but it was worth it.

“Why did you do that?” Charles asked as he reached past your hip and locked the door.

“I couldn’t pay for the tickets myself and they already think the worst of me, might as well play the fool for a good cause.”

Charles opened his arms and you stepped into the embrace. He could see how draining the act was and couldn’t wait until the day you left Nice. “You’re a good person,” he said quietly before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t think the guests downstairs would agree with you. I don’t even know why they are here.”

You found out soon enough when you emerged from your room dressed in more appropriate attire. Just as you suspected, it was punishment and you would play the fool once again for your mother’s entertainment. You felt sick seeing the grand piano in the dining hall and your fingers stiffened at the thought of sitting in front of the guests to play at her whim.

“Are you okay?” Charles asked as he saw your pallor fade.

Forcing the discontent away, you smiled in time for the first guest to spot your entrance into the room. “Just peachy, Charles. Ready to act lovesick?”

He didn’t need to act, and you found it all too easy that maybe it wasn’t acting either. Your body fit perfectly into the curve of his arm and you moved together through the room making introductions. But all too soon your mother dragged you away and snapped her finger at the piano.

“The Economy Minister favours Beethoven,” she whispered with a look to the man your father was for lack of a better word, schmoozing. “Don’t fuck this up.”

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moonstruckme · 2 years ago

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hii omg I absolutely adore your blog!! i love the interactions between the guys and reader, the way you write them makes them feel so so real 💫 I was wondering, how do you think they'd react to reader having a horrible nightmare and not being able to fall asleep? you dont have to write it ofc, and sorry for my english it's not my first language 🥰

Hi, thank you lovely! Please don't worry about your english, it's amazing and it'd be no problem even if it weren't, and thanks for requesting <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You wake with a tear already slithering down your face from the injustice of it. Your chest feels empty and crushed, and you press your palm to your breastbone as if that will ease the hollow ache. You come to terms quickly with the fact that none of it was real, you’re okay, but there’s still evidence of your terror and indignation in your too-hot skin. You pull the sheets covering you to the side so that half your body is exposed to the cool air.

“Hey.” The word is hardly more than a raspy exhale, Sirius’ voice slurred with sleep. You’d evidently slipped free of his arms at some point in the night. You distinctly remember falling asleep with his breath on your forehead, but now there’s nearly a foot of empty space between you. His face rubs against the pillowcase as he shifts to see you better. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing,” you say, though your voice is tight with unwanted tears. They keep squishing out of your eyes, like aftershocks of an earthquake that’s already fading from your memory. “Just a dream.”

Sirius reaches for your face. His hand is pleasantly cool against your skin, but he makes a sleepy discontented sound at the wetness he finds. “You’re crying.”

“Shh, you’ll wake them.” You cover his hand with yours, giving his fingers a reassuring squeeze. “I’m okay, go back to sleep.”

Sheets rustle as James rolls over to face you. “Whas’ going on?”

You sigh. “Nothing, sorry.” You turn your face from Sirius’ touch, moving one leg over the edge of the bed. “I’m going to go get some water.”

“She’s crying,” Sirius tattles, though it’s hard to be too mad at him when his voice is still foggy with sleepy bemusement. He wraps his hand around your elbow. “Wait, stay.”

You go to shush him again, but then you see that Remus already has his eyes open. He’s been watching you quietly for who knows how long. Superb. At least your crying has finally stopped.

“What’s wrong, angel?” James says through a yawn, rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he props himself up on his elbow to see you over Sirius. “Bad dream?”

“Yeah, just a dream,” you reassure him softly. “Go back to sleep, I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says, though he still looks like he’s got weights sewn into his eyelids. “Wanna talk about it?”

“No, thank you,” you say as kindly as you can. “I just want to get a drink, then I’ll go back to sleep.”

“I’ll get it for you, love.” Remus’ voice is rough. He rolls over and says warningly, “Light,” before turning on the lamp beside the bed. Sirius makes a low moan of protest, turning his face into the pillow, and you and James both squint your eyes. Remus passes James his glasses, sitting up to get out of bed.

“I can get it,” you object. You go to mirror him, but Sirius holds fast to your elbow, preventing you from moving off the mattress.

“No, I know better.” Remus steps into his slippers. “I’ve got it, you stay.”

You watch guiltily as he plods out of the room, then turn to James and Sirius with a bemused look. He knows better?

James gives you a small smile, tinged with apology. “Whenever you say you’re going to get water in the middle of the night, you never come back,” he explains as Sirius wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you closer. “None of us wants you to deal with these things on your own, angel.”

Your face starts heating again with the knowledge that they’ve found you out. You do often say you’re going for water after nightmares like these, so that your boyfriends will go back to sleep even though you can’t. You usually end up sitting in the living room, distracting yourself with sudoku or reading until it’s a reasonable hour to make breakfast and pretend you’ve only just woken up.

“Give ‘er here, Pads,” James says at your touched silence. “We can share.”

Sirius holds you to his front and rolls over, situating you between him and James on the bed. James takes your face in his hands and sets about kissing your salty cheeks, lips wet and smooshed and more loving than you could ever deserve. You can’t help but smile as he does it, and Sirius makes a quiet sound of satisfaction, giving your middle an appreciative squeeze.

“They’re just dreams,” you argue when James pauses. “I don’t need to be babied over something that didn’t really happen.”

“They’re still upsetting,” Remus says as he comes in with a cup of water, “aren’t they?”

“Sort of, I guess.” You sit up to take the cup from him, doing your best to convey your gratitude through a look. He gives you a tired smile as he gets back in bed beside James. “But it’s like, half the time I don’t even know what I’m upset about. I forget them.”

Sirius disentangles his arms from you as you sit upright. He settles for rubbing your lower back instead. “But you can’t sleep afterward.” It’s not a question.

You take a sip of water, speaking quietly into the cup. “I think I get too worked up.”

“That’s alright, darling.” Remus’ voice is soft and smooth as butter. “Your body’s just still working through the emotions of it all, yeah? But maybe, instead of running off and staying up all night, you could let us help you.”

You look over at him. The warm light from the lamp makes his mussed brown hair look golden as he watches you consideringly. “How?” you ask tentatively.

“Seems like all you need is to calm down,” James says, looking up at you from where his head rests on the pillow just beside your hip. You want to squirm at all the attention, but there’s nothing pitying in his gaze. “We can at least try to help with that.”

You hesitate, and Remus reaches over, wrapping his hand around your cup. “Done with this, lovely?” He takes it when you nod and sets it down on the nightstand. “Alright, lie down.”

You do as he says, shimmying beneath the covers. Remus shuts off the light.

Sirius’ grip is solid as he turns you by your hips, setting your back to his front. “Still feeling too warm?” he asks softly.

You blink into the darkness. “How’d you know?”

He chuckles, and you feel his lips press against the back of your head a moment before his hands snake under your pajama shirt, cool palms pressed flat to your stomach. “Because I know you, sweet girl.”

“Do you think taking some deep breaths would help?” Remus murmurs.

You’re not sure, but you try, counting as your lungs expand and contract until they start to feel a bit more like their normal size.

“There you go.” James’ lips press to the spot between your brows. “Does that feel better, angel?”

“Yeah,” you admit. The word emerges like a sigh. Your voice is slipping away, quieting as you grow drowsy. Sirius can tell, and he begins to rub his palm slowly back and forth across your ribs. It grows warm against your skin, but you don’t mind so much anymore. “Thank you guys. Sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t worry about it, darling.” Remus’ words start to slur as his own sleep finds him. “We’d always rather all be awake than leave you by yourself.”

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shuenkio · 6 months ago

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Wishing on You | 니키 — 엔.하.이.픈 🎄

• Paring: Ni-Ki X M!reader | Genre: Soft fluff.

Synopsis: Dating M/N as a joke, using the relationship to escape his own painful memories. However, karma strikes when Ni-ki unexpectedly falls deeply in love with M/N for real.

Cw: bad language, none.

Non proof read | English is not my 1st.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A☃️N: A Christmas gift for all lol, I cannot can't be in this holiday 😜 can't exactly say I'm back but it's 5050. Anyway advance happy Merry Christmas.

"I'm sorry about this m/n, look I'm sorry ok? You know I never apologize to someone but you. I know I was wrong in this for toying you, and I know you won't forgive for what I've done for... Can we pretend like this was never a joke ? Like we're for real together now?" Ni-ki expressed how guilty he was, he never said the word sorry before which made this situation even worse and somehow made you feel special? Or was it a lie again?

Snow continues falls softly, blanketing the world in quiet. Each flake drifts lazily, melting on warm skin of both, turning the air crisp and still.

The icy weather does help you to get from boiling hot at some point however, deep down in your ocean of thought, it feels like he meant what he was saying. The bad guy who got destroyed by many girls, the one who got cheated on, the one who got hurt the most in the end. Then why would he toy with you, when he knows so well about this feeling, being betrayed on?

That's not the case right now, for what you're thinking. Kinda toxic that you wanted to get back with him too but why not? He can change, you can change him don't you? The one that never says sorry or thank you typa guy but for you, it was a different scenario? Ni-ki is regretful for what he did, well his nose is kinda red right now wait is he tearing, gosh.

Stressing, Hands tucked into coat pockets, m/n exhaled, warm breath curling into the frosty air. You made up your mind, either staying with him or ending this relationship for real.

Tears streamed down his face, silent and unbroken, Ni-ki's chest still as if even grief refused to shatter the quiet. He looks down to the snow covered ground, avoids being looking at, while he is on his weakness.

Close the distance between you and him, as you lift up his chin.

"Are you sure you'll never do it again?" You asked. He drew a shaky breath, forcing himself to steady, his voice trembling but clear as he spoke through the tears, determined something.

"i swear to Santa, if I'd toy, cheated, playing with your feelings again on you, I'd let you shave my head bold" what?

"sigh shut up"

"can I...hug you?" M/n rolled his eyes, exhaling sharply as Ni-ki, still wiping away tears, hesitantly asked for a hug.

"fine I guess..," You said nonchalantly, the voice is flat, as you shrugged slightly, offering no more than a careless glance. Despite the dismissive tone, you didn’t pull away when Ni-ki stepped closer.

Ni-ki wrapped his arms around you, pulling them close, resting his chin on your shoulder despite the height difference. There was a warmth in the embrace, a sense of quiet comfort that filled the space between them.

Under the flake storming, You could feel the weight of Ni-ki sigh against your neck, the way his body seemed to melt, just for a moment, into the calm of being held. It was a strange mixture of vulnerability and safety, and though You'd remained still, that both of you couldn’t ignore the faint tug in their chest.

"I'll be good for you... Really"

"..."

"바보같이 사랑해..."

"Okay... Well um... Merry Christmas?"

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nom-nommmm1 · 3 months ago

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REAL MAN - EKKO

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yk I had to do Ekko for my first Arcane fanfic

Dividers from the blog ➛ @thecutestgrotto

Real Man by beabadoobee

Content Warining !!: Just Ekko being the sweetest gentleman while on a night out with the reader, fem reader, pretend Ekko got his happy ending !!, kind of an alternate universe?? Idk I js wrote what I wanted tbh, also the firelights are still a thing but since there’s no need for rebellion Ekkos a sales man

The cool breeze blew in the night sky as I stepped outside with him following close behind. I shiver as the cold air hits my skin, goosebumps forming on my arms. Ekko walks closer to me, draping his jacket over my shoulders. Before I can even protest he speaks. “I knew you were going to need a jacket, don’t worry I’m plenty warm” he said, placing his hand on my arm, giving it a gentle squeeze as we continued to walk.

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want you to get sick or something because of me” I ask, turning a bit to look at him. As I spoke he just smiled, shaking his head. “I promise it’s fine, don’t worry about me, my love” he says, his warm hand taking in mine to place it to his lips, kissing the knuckles. After a bit of walking, we make it to the bar, The Last Drop. Ekko opens the door for me, following after.

As we enter we are greeted by Vander and Silco. I smile, mouthing a nice greeting in return before sitting down at the nearest booth. Ekko sits in the booth across the table so we are facing each other. He hands me a menu. “You know, this place has changed a lot since Powder started helping out” he said browsing the menu.

I chuckle, looking up at him. “Yeah, it’s not like how it was when we were kids, crazy how times can change” I say, and he gives a knowing nod. “Crazy indeed, my love” he replies as Powder walks over, pulling out her pen and note pad. “What could I get started for you guys?” She asks with a polite but wild smile, you could tell just how passionate she was about this place ever since she started helping out.

She was the one who convinced Vander to keep it open because she knew how many memories this place had and even got her siblings to also help out, making this place not just a bar but also a food joint. I am snapped out of my thoughts when Ekko answers Powder. “A water for me and a lemonade for the lady” he says, looking back at me as Powder scribbles the drink orders down.

“You guys know whatcha want for food or should I give you a minute?” She asks, swiping a stray hair out of her face and behind her ear. “Just another minute please” I say, earning a smile from Powder. “Of course hon’” she says, walking away to the beverage dispensers. She tends to a few of her other tables before coming back to us with our drinks.

We then order our food, She scribbles it down. “It’ll be out shortly” she says with another smile before walking away to grab someone else’s order to take to their table. I look at Ekko to see he was already looking at me with a small smile.

“What?” I ask with a shy chuckle. He straightens up in his seat, realizing he’s been caught. “Nothing, I just think you’re really pretty is all” he mumbles, his cheeks a slight pink now. He begins to fidget with his ring, and I take his hand. “Thank you my love” I say with an appreciative look. He’s smile returns into one of a smirk, he’s thumb running over my knuckles.

Powder comes back with our drinks, placing them down and walking away again. I mutter a quick “thank you” and she replies with a head nod. After a few comfortable moments of silence I turn back to Ekko. “So, how’s firelight stuff been?” I ask, trying to make conversation. “Pretty good, y’know, sales and stuff” he says with a bored tone. “Yeah, I get that” I reply.

“Well, how’s work been for you babe?” He asks, more invested as he looks up at me and props his hand up for his jaw to rest on. I laugh at his antics. “It’s been well, a little drama at the salon but you know how it is” I say, looking at him, his eyes seem so sparkly in this moment almost like I’m seeing his eyes again for the first time.

I smile, looking over as Powder arrives with our food. “Here ya go” she says as she places the trays of food in front of us, Ekko and I mutter a thank you and she responds. “Ya welcome” she says before walking away.

I look down at my food and then back at Ekko, taking one of the forks in front of me in my hand. I slowly take a bite of my food, looking at Ekko as he does the same. I smile as his face lights up with joy as he continues to eat his food. “They sure know how to cook” I say, Ekko nodding in agreement

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Once we are finished eating and have paid we walk back out into the cold but fresh air. I smile as I feel Ekko’s hands on my shoulders. “You need my jacket again or are you okay baby?” He asks, a light whisper in my ear. I turn my head to slightly look up at him before I reply. “I’m alright lovely” I say as he squeezes my shoulders one last time before letting go.

We start walking, I lightly lace my fingers with his as we walk. He chuckles as I do so but we continue our path. We make it to our home, the firelight tree. I smile a little bit I see everyone, even the children are outside. I then feel a wave of confusion wash over me as I approach them.

“Why are you all awake? Did something happen?” I ask a little scared. People motion of me to turn around and I gasp. Ekko was down on one knee. I cover my agape mouth with one hand, tears forming in my eyes as he looks at me. “No you’re not” I say in disbelief as he reaches out for my hand.

“Y/n, would you make me the happiest man and marry me?” He asks, gently squeezing hand. I smile, taking his hand in mine, a tear running down my cheek. “Yes!” I say after a few moments of silence, Ekko quickly puts the ring on my finger before standing up to give me a hug. “I’m so glad you said yes” he whispers in my ear.

I laugh, “What else would I have said?”

Hi bbs!! I’m back once again, but with my first arcane fic! Hope yous all enjoy and I am working on some Faust works! Love yous

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springismss · 2 months ago

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ᱬ⛧ my villain iv ~ dabi

𖤐 part sum: things take a turn for the worse when you're at the training camp with your students. when you hear that two can't be found, you rush off, unprepared for what happens.

𖤐 pairing: dabi x pro hero! female reader

𖤐 part content: slight nsfw - mention of stabbing and blood.

𖤐 a/n: gave myself a break for a few days due to being unwell but back with the next part of my villain. only a few more working days and then i'm off for a good week and few days. while i'll be out and about, it also means i can get some more works edited and posted. anyway, enjoy! as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

𖤐 word count: 2.2k

𖤐 links: series masterlist | 《 prev part | next part 》

A lot had happened in the past few months, and it felt like a lifetime passing you by. Not only had you and the other teachers at U.A. been plagued by a series of unfortunate events, but also class 1-A.

It had all started with the USJ incident, the events that unfolded left their mark on some of the staff and the students, from what you heard, Thirteen was lucky not to have lasting damage. Then came the media storm, which added extra anxiety to what everyone already faced.

Of course, there had been talks of stopping the famous Sports Festival, but in true U.A. style, it went ahead, showcasing to everyone in Japan, if not the world, that it would take more than those two events to bring them down.

Still, you felt for your students; they shouldn't have been facing things like this as such a young age.

Standing in front of the training camp hall with the Pussycats and Aizawa, you sighed out in relief. Looking at the clearing ahead, you began to see the shadowy figures of the class coming through, groans of weariness sounding. The worn-out looks on their faces seemed to reflect what they felt and the state of their uniform.

Whatever happened in that woodland was a big task that they took a while to cut through. Stepping forward with your arms stretched, you smiled softly. "Great job, everyone! Whatever happened back there, you've all played your part beautifully and show it who's boss". A murmur of "thanks, miss" rippled as you clasped your hands, moving to the side to reveal the door behind you.

"Time to grab some food. No doubt you'll all be starving, so it'll be a relaxing night tonight before the real fun begins tomorrow". The dreary-sounding chorus of words that passed you made you lower your browsing sympathy, eyes watching as they dragged their feet.

As much as you wanted to help them, make it as easy as possible so they'd be more comfortable, you knew they had to endure this. Endure everything that was thrown at them, regardless of how tough it was.

Deep down, you knew it meant they were one step closer to being heroes. Heroes you knew you'd be proud of one day.

Morning came quick, signalling the beginning of the training that the students of the first-year hero course had to endure. Designed to push them to their limits to help their bodies adapt to their quirks better than before.

Looking around the area, you watched each student as they went through the task they had been given. Assessing what they were doing, you noticed a few that needed an extra hand, be it words of encouragement to showing a different spin on what they were doing. You were more than happy to help them, and some of the students were grateful for the extra guidance.

A couple of nights later, what started off as a little competition between the classes ended up turning into what seemed like literal hell in a matter of minutes.

Flames of a bright blue hue began to spread, gripping quickly at anything it could grab hold of as thick plumes of smoke slowly clouded the air. Everything was happening quickly, almost too quickly for you to process. A few moments ago, the students were having a laugh, trying to prove their class was the better of the two, that was before the smell of burning hit you in the face.

Everything grew quiet, too quiet for your liking. "(h/n)! Where's Bakugou and Todoroki? We can't find them!". Your eyes darted up at the sound of your name. It took you a moment to register that it was the names of the students who had entered the woods. Worse still, they were your students.

Your eyes widened at the thoughts running through your mind. Sure, they were some of the strongest students in your class, but who knows what was out there causing this? Would they survive? You weren't hanging around to find out. "I'll go and find them, please keep an eye out for any other students coming this way. Tell them to head back!".

Turning on your heel, you ran in the direction the students had walked into the woods only ten minutes beforehand. Shouts from the two feline heroes who were with you failed to convince you to stop. Failed to make you turn back around as you disappeared from their sight.

All they could do was hope you'd return soon, back to safety and unscathed with the two students at your side.

Everywhere you searched was unfruitful, causing your bubbling anxiety to rise, almost tasting like bile in your throat. The deeper into the woods you went, and with no sight of them, the more you hated yourself. You were a hero, and right now, you felt less like one as your gut began to twist.

You didn't have many places left to search for them, and you certainly didn't want to be the one to make any phone calls. Especially to Shoto's father, Endeavour. Given the history you had with his family, that was one person you wanted to avoid if you could help it. "Where on earth could they be?".

Letting a sigh pass your lips, you continued to wander around as you scanned the area. After a few more hellish minutes, you came across what looked like shadowy figures in a clearing ahead. A wide smile of relief tugged at your lips as you moved forward, ready to shout out their names. That's when you halted. Those figures became clearer, and they certainly didn't belong to your students.

They belonged to what looked like villains. One tall with dark hair and the other masked. A few moments later, they were joined by a blonde girl. Although you couldn't make it out, they could see they were talking about something. Sucking in a breath, you went to step back only to be stopped in your tracks by a loud bang out in the clearing.

Waving your hand in front of your mouth, you cleared off the small bit of dust that had come your way as you squinted, trying to see what had caused the nose and startled not only you but the small group of villains. That's when you felt your mouth dry up and heart drop, hammering like it would break out of your chest at any moment. Eyes also widening in horror.

There were your students, one of whom you just happened to be looking for. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pushed out of your spot and into the clearing, not caring if you let the group know you were there. "Todoroki? Mirodiya? Shoji? What are you...".

The three students looked up, eyes widening as they looked from you to the group behind you, to the villain pinned underneath them. "(h/n). They've got Kacchan and Tokoyami!".

Their words from that sentence seemed to fade as you looked over your shoulder. Over to the group you had first seen in the clearing. They had Bakugou and Tokoyami? How though? As far as you could tell, only the villains were standing there, so the whereabouts of your students was puzzling you.

Continuing to scan around with your guard up, you shifted your gaze to the taller, now more clearly scarred villain. That's when your breath caught at his eyes. Those same eyes that reminded you of someone. Those same eyes whose colour had been haunting you for months.

You had to be seeing things. He was long gone, you knew it, but you couldn't shake off the overwhelming feeling of familiarity. Of the fact that he could still be out there. You felt your chest tightening as you fought for breath, mind reeling with a million different scenarios. The name passing your lips before you had a chance to register.

"Touya?".

At the sound of the name, the raven-haired villain jerked slightly. No one except him and you noticed, much to the not-so-apparent happiness of the male. How had you figured it out already? It wasn't obvious; he had made sure of that, but of course, you were always good at seeing through disguises. "Hey! Who's that loser hero? She's hot!".

He noticed the sudden outburst from his associate had caused you to tense up slightly. Your upper lip curled up in disgust, your arms crossing briefly as you directed your gaze towards the villain who had spoken. "Sorry to disappoint, but you're not my type".

Turning your attention back to the young group in front of you, he watched as you placed your hand on your hip, your other hand pointing towards them as you scolded the trio for being careless in light of the situation and their experience. "I know you're trying to save your friends, but you should have come to get one of us! You've had us all worried".

Studying you carefully, Dabi watched how you reprimanded the three students, yet also showed some sympathy, even if it was almost undetectable. To him, though, you hadn't changed since he last saw you. Eyes watched as you turned your back on the young group, placing yourself between them and his group as a shield, allowing you to protect them at any moment. "Give me back my students, and no one gets hurt".

The glare you had seemed to be directed towards him; he could feel every emotion and question you had. Inwardly laughing, he raised his hand, wrist turning as he held his palm upward. "Tch, such vain heroes everywhere". A sudden flicker of blue sparked before it headed in your direction. You had just enough time to push Shoji and Midoriya to one side, grabbing Todoroki as you pulled him to the other side.

A pained shout from somewhere around you had your eyes darting, trying to find the source as quickly as possible. Your eyes land on the student responsible. "Shoji! Are you okay?!". His eyes squeezed shut as he tried to bear the pain, arms taking the immense heat being thrown in the direction you were all in. "S-So hot!".

The response you heard was laced with obvious pain, which caused your heart to hurt tenfold more than it was. "Alright, that's enough!". Moving quickly from your position, you pushed Todoroki behind you and stepped forward. You weren't going to let any more of your students get hurt, even if it meant you were in the process. "You want to hurt any more of my students, you'll have to go through me first".

Before you had time to activate your quirk, you felt the world shift. Everything moved in a new direction as your body thumped against the floor. Eyes flashed what you could only describe as fear before you saw who was responsible. The female of the villains you had seen earlier was now perched on top of you, pinning you to the ground.

"You're so pretty! I know you'd look prettier with blood covering you". A smirk tugged at her lips as she continued to look down at you, the uneasy smile growing by the second, before something caught your attention. Something that was glistening in the moonlight.

Widening your eyes, you tried to get free as the sharp object plunged towards you, letting out a small cry as you felt the skin on your shoulder being pierced. It didn't feel like it had gone too far it, but it still didn't stop it from burning. After a moment, she let out a yelp and jumped off you, harshly yanking the object out of its spot in the process.

A small hiss of pain slipped past your lips as you muttered, pulling yourself onto your feet as you gripped your shoulder. You could feel blood starting to seep through the cracks of your fingers. "That's not fair, Dabi! I wanted to bloody her up! Make her look prettier".

Rolling his eyes, Dabi shot her an annoyed glare. A glare that caused her to stop what she was about to say. "Focus on the mission at hand, Toga. You don't need to be distracted any more than you already are".

Turning around, you glanced over to the group of students as you panted. Squeezing your shoulder tighter, you watched as the crimson fluid trickled further down your arm. You were distracted, distracted enough to miss what was happening behind you, only noticing when it was too late.

A hand shot past the side of your face to grip a small blue orb that had suddenly appeared from nowhere, the taller male muttering something to Todoroki before grabbing your arm, dragging you with him. "Confirm it. Release them".

Horror flashed in your eyes as the bodies of the two captured students began to form. Tokoyami was above your group of students, falling towards them. Just as quickly as Tokoyami appeared, Bakugou appeared on your right side. "Kacchan! (h/n)!".

Everything slowly disappeared out of sight as your hearing became duller with each passing second. The world becoming a mass of purple and black as you found yourself in a room on the other side. The last thing you heard slowly faded away to a small echo.

"Stay back, Deku".

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bleedingichorhearts · 4 months ago

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫: 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧

“I just changed the titles. The first one is a prologue. This is more set in the future, but that should be clear with how the chapter changes? I mean, last one is prologue. Here’s an continuation after about a year.😭” - Ichor

Summary - “Simply walking the halls of a defective mansion. You are suddenly met with new things.”

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TW // Neglect, Predator.

||Words: 4k|| {Prologue} - {Chapter II}

Your hands are behind your back as you walk straight down one of the mansions corridors. A gleaming white tile glaring at you each time you pass and wide window that brings in a reflective glare of the sun into the home. Something you honestly hate of this modern mansion. Too much white for your tastes, and well the people that lived inside of it, but that couldn’t be clear enough already. Yet, your not one to purely judge people and nature itself- Well… unless those Golden Knights count as something… unnatural.

Its weird though, you have never really addressed them as their original titles: Adeptus Custodes or just Custodes in short. You have just been mentally calling them “Golden Knights.” Your pretty sure it was because you practically grew up under their eyes, and your younger, innocent self couldn’t fathom nor pronounce Adeptus Custodies. So your little mind settled on what was closer: Golden Knights. Knights also had happened to one of the things you admired then and well now. Admittedly, you like to think of a more… characteristic knight now since you figured out how exactly knights where back in the 12th century. It was a very stark contrast between a little fairytale and the real thing. All the more reason to avoid the Golden Knights though. You’re not sure how they act besides being annoying statues, and trying to follow you are despite your inner turmoil.

Maybe you should just settle for a War World II soldier instead? At least they cared for their nurses… Well, in the movies they did. You didn’t have enough information in written history to claim such. Maybe that is something you could figure out in the time being? Learn a bit more about War World II? You know you have heard of the Astarte's being first sighted there… Maybe that will allow you to get more information on the Golden Knights in your home er- household? No, those words don’t seem right to call this false security of a home…

You pause in your steps; in the middle of the hallway. Your head slightly down as you eye the shiny tile. Your mind in a sudden deep thought. What would you even call this household? Certainly not the Last name of the family, the blood is too mixed and… judging. You felt like they didn’t even deserve the honor of a last name. So, what would you call this… corruption?

‘Dysfunctional? Toxic? Tumultuous? Unstable?’ You almost amuse yourself with those definition's.

“Auntie?” A little, childish voice brings you out of your thoughts. Blinking, your back straightens up a bit again at your other- rather only friendly title you’ve been called here. Eyes flickering down to a little girl behind you, no more than 4 years old. Her wavy, strawberry hair stopping at just her shoulders; her sea green eyes innocent of youth. “Little Eden” you like to call her- mentally. Selectively mute you chosen to be. If you can’t talk in the home; voice your opinion's… Why bother talking at all?

You remember the first time you had met little Eden though. How her little fingers, grasped around your pointer finger while she tried to eat at her other hand, slobbering all over it. Her little cheeks chubby with cute fat, and her eyes a bit puffy with the cry’s for attention she desperately needed. Yet, she seemed to calm at your mere presence. Quieting down to soft sounds of nibbles. A few gnawing “yah, yah, yahs” leaving her. It would have been cute sight if it weren’t for the thought of the whys and hows she was crying for attention in the first place.

You were simply wandering the night halls of the mansion again. A routine you usually do to keep yourself and other things in check. Another party being hosted by your father as the walls thrum with vibrations, and through all that noise? You can hear a faint cry of displeasure. A cry of a newborn that you knew that was, and had come into the world, but just was never allowed to the hospital to see the brith of the new addition. So, you had to settle on patiently waiting for the time you would be able to see her without the foul glares and words of the family that might change her perspective of you at day one. It just… wasn’t a risk you were willing to take just to see someone new, but that wasn’t the thing you were most worried about. It was how the child was crying their heart out, wanting, seeking, needing attention. Their parent no where in sight, no doubt joining that damn party, and you’re not sure what scares you. The child’s obvious neglect or how you feel like you would be another failure to someone else. Even if they weren’t supposed to rely on you.

You sigh out, trying to calm your thoughts before your body would start to shake in anxiety. A hum leaving you to acknowledge the little one behind you. Your body turning a bit to give her your attention. Her eyes brightening up at your simple movements after she rubbed her eyes with her palms. Your eyes flickering to the shimmer of gold behind her, ignoring the… What was he again? A Shadow Keeper? Did she just wake up from a nap?

“Hi, auntie!” She greets you again, bounding up to you on her little legs. Her hands coming out to grasp at your pants. A huge smile on her face, and you’re not sure of what to make of it. No one has ever smiled so brightly at you before. Your brain thinks “logically;” to protect yourself, even from a child, thinking this was a trick. While your heart craves for such actions. Yet, you know better to have your heart to lead you, but it doesn’t mean you would neglect anything- anyone that would show you a smidge of kindness in this chaotic world.

Your eyes flicker over to the Shadow Keeper again. His form slow, basking in the shadows that a part of their armor seamlessly absorbs. His red visor softly glowing, even in the brightest areas, and it never fails to pull a shiver down your spine. These beings were so unnerving, but they have shown nothing to… oppose that. Opposite, really? You think? The people just somehow accept these… things that just appear out of no where, didn’t they think that was a bit suspicious? You weren’t at all judgmental of them nor combatant of them. You just wanted to know their origin, their purpose. Everything has it purpose you believe, but you can’t find anything to support your own ideals of them. Not even with the normal Astarte's. You just find they are kind of like different species: Primaris Marines, first-born, Iron Warrior’s to Salamander's…

Ugh, thinking about them just hurts your brain, brings you a massive migraine. You’ve gotten a bloody nose out of it one time, and you really don’t want to experience that again. It was one of the worst ones that you had, and even that, was suspicious to you. It wasn’t hard to notice that something was at play here as a mute watcher. Yet, something stops you from thinking of such. You wonder if you can get your answers from an Alpha Legionnaire or a Thousand Son. You heard it was a bit risky to deal with the mysteries untold, but if you wanted answers…

“Auntie?” Eden calls for you again, a tone of worry, perhaps defensiveness in her voice. Her hands tugging up at you. Wanting your attention again. “Did Mr. Varon offend you? You stare at them quite a lot…”

‘What? ’ You think to yourself, blinking away from the Shadow Keeper; rising your brow as you look back down at the child. Ignoring your own hint of embarrassment that grows inside of you that you were just… staring at things. Though, who's Varon? Wait…

Your head moves back up to the Shadow Keeper, your eyes narrowing at him slightly, judging him. His helmet tilting a centimeter to his right. His visor flashing a bit brighter as if he was… amused. Never in your life have you made on effort to learn the first and last names of the Golden Knights. You didn’t want to, you wanted the favor of your supposed parents then, but now?

You shake your head, ridding of any thoughts that could be driven by your heart. Turning your head back down to the child that was trying to pull you along somewhere. Her hands tightly grasping at you, grunting in… cute effort to try and move you from your spot. A singular twitch of your lips frowning upward, being shown for the trained eye before quickly going stoic again and following where the child wanted you to be. The shadows’ following at a respective distance right after.

She leads you a bit through the mansion, as if she was checking it out with you. Her hand never leaving their spot on your pants to pull you along. Taking you around the kitchen, living room, the outer rim of the mansion before taking you back inside and pulling you up stairs that has a loft near the entry way of the mansion. An honestly good spot to spy on the new people that come and go, and you suppose its one of the things you and Eden like doing together. Sitting in each others presence and watch the drama unfold just at the entry of the mansion.

“Father! I got someone new I want you to meet!” Ah, and so the show begins. A male and feminine figure slamming the front door shut upon entering the mansion. A click of heels echoing through the area as Father and Mother appear from just down the hall. Mother appearing from the laundry room. Something you take note of quickly as her being in the laundry room was suspicious, she never- doesn’t do laundry. Father appeared somewhere further down the hall. The rest of the hallway unseeable with the second story room wall’s in the way, but you would have to guess it was from his office.

Mother, something you don’t even call her anymore nor Father, but she was a rather fine looking woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. Good figure that would make her a model until you get to her shitty attitude. Most of the time she's a manipulator. Her tone untrue to others, including family. Seems like she just can’t stop being in a play. A fantasy she puts herself in. Something at least you can feel pity on her **for.

Father was all the dark a broody unless he was hosting his parties. Drinking away his worries. His dark eyes almost distant; black, slicked back hair seemingly always greasy now a days, but at least he occasionally shaved when a beard started to grow. That was something to show he wasn’t a complete failure. At least physically, emotionally? You, and only you knew he was drowning in silent debt. He should really consider rejecting some things… It will only be a matter of time before he breaks. You take a bet that he would even brake before your mother would.

“This is Linton Stokes.” Your stepsister, more like half-sister, but you don’t really even consider her blooded or even a sister. It’s another thing you think that many would need to earn the title of, but she introduces the new male next to her. Her arms wrapping around his neck while this “Linton Stokes” puts his hands on her waist. A sound of hushed disgust coming from the child besides you. “He’s my new boyfriend.”

‘What's the number now for that? The 12th one this year?’ You muse to yourself, shifting your weight as you lean up against the glass railing. That's also not even counting the past years she's had these flings of boyfriend's. Sometimes you feel bad for them because some of them seemed genuinely good material, only to be ruined by Lessas’ habits of being well…. a known whore, to put it boldly. Other times you can tell it was just a game to the men, and this male? Was going to be no different. You can just tell. It’s like a sixth sense.

“Oh! How exiting!” Mother gasps in fake excitement, but it has just enough training that it fools nearly everyone. Her hands clasping together. Her smile too bright, and the bright red lipstick she was wearing wasn’t helping her either. “What do you do, young man?”

“I, uh, I do business.” The guy retorts and immediately, you know that's a lie. If he was business he wouldn’t be dressed like a commoner. He would be more formal. Not only that, but he hesitated his words. He wasn’t confident in his position. So that's all the more reason to think that he was a liar or he just wasn’t doing well at his job that he was most definitely going to get fired sooner or later.

That, or you’re too judgmental.

“What type of business?” Father inquires, raising his brow. His fingers threading through his hair as he sighs out. Seemingly not in the mood to meet anyone else, unless of he was drinking of course. Friendly, deceiving person when drunk. Uncaring, tired man when sober. Pitiful, almost.

“Corporation, sir.” Linton speaks with manners but if he actually had any he wouldn’t be allowing himself the freedom of touching Lessa openly. He would have been respectful and shown promise in front of father, but you know the simple word: Corporation caught your father’s interest. His eyes regained a bit of light to them at the first syllable.

“Corporation, eh?” Father chuckles in a low tone, coming forward to remove Lessa from him and wrap his own arm around his shoulder. His daughter, not even of blood, pouting just a bit with a stomp of her black heels. “Say… I can teach you a thing or two? Hmm?”

“Mother!” Lessa huffs and puffs, never really liking the attention off of her. Another clicking stomp coming from her as she looks over to mother, expecting her to do something when another solid gold came into the room: Aquilan shield if you remember correctly of what type the Golden Knight was that has entered the entry way freely. His golden armor, and what you assume jewels imbedded in it having a bit of a reflex on the tile below. His figure more prominent in the tile reflection than anything else in the damn house. Probably the most expensive thing in the world too. It’s one of the few things why your father just… tolerates them because not only do they look intimidating, but your pretty sure there is dollar bills in your fathers eyes each time he glances over them.

Linton, probably and most likely has never seen an Custodies before, shivers in his spot. His adam apple signaling that he swallowed hard at the Aquilans’ sudden appearance, and man was it always amusing to see the new people crumble at just the sight of them. You had to at least give that to the Golden Knights. They were effective in chasing people off and keeping them off the property. Not they really intend to. It was just how they were built.

Yeah, built. You don’t believe these men or perhaps just things of armor: formed like golden bars were birthed like 1,000+ pounds at the getaway from a woman’s womb. They were definitely created in a lab unless they came from a line of giants or some mythical creature. Exaggerated? Maybe, but what else could you think of without getting a pounding headache that stops you from thinking further?

“Is…i-is that a Astarte's?” Is the first thing Linton says about them, and it’s almost a boring answer. Her eyes flickering over to father before looking back at the Aquilan with clear nervousness. His hands were shaking a little bit as he swallows again. It was a bit of a miracle that he hasn’t excused himself yet. It was a bit strange, but not everyone was the same. Maybe this guy has a bit of a back bone?

“No, that’s Atlas!” Eden speaks up right next to you. Her little mind not taking the disrespect for the Custodies, no matter if it was a simple question, and you… praise her for it, but did it have to be near you? You were just the playing object, perhaps a puppet in their eyes. Not even their child or sibling, just some random that lives in their house, eating their money, and you can just tell with how they look up to you with such disgust. It would sicken you, yourself if you weren’t used to it already.

“What are you doing out?” Your father more like comments up at you. His arm still wrapped around Lintons’ shoulders while they just seem to forget about the new Golden Knight in the room since they noticed you, and not in a good way as an uncomfortable silence stretches through out the area. Your mouth never opening to answer them. You never do as it would come with a cost of your own sanity. You just watch.

“Who is that, sir?” Linton speaks up with a slight waver in his tone. His brown eyes looking up at you in mild curiosity, and it leaves you skeptical. Your eyes tracking every movement that he does. Man should know what not to question around here. Especially with the attitude of your mother and Lessa. They do not do well with your mere presence or of an uttered word of/and/or about you.

“They are no one, honey!” Your mother grins too brightly, gaining the attention of the newcomer for a second and huff from her daughter: who smirks in response as if she won something she never even participated in. Her arms folding over her chest as she shoots a poor attempt of a sinister glare up to you.

‘Was that suppose to remove me from the plains of the Earth?’ You muse to yourself to keep your spirits up despite the prickling anxiety that feels like lightning was roaming across your back. Your form shifting your weight on one leg.

“Come, baby!” Lessa smiles too brightly as well, forcefully taking Linton back from her father, pulling at the mans’ clothes. Her tone so full of under toned venom, and she wasn't even hiding it. She never tries to. Probably one of the reasons she losses relationships so much…You honestly wonder how well she would do if she was paired up with a chaos Emperor Child? For you, you want it to be a form of punishment for her. You know that what you’re thinking of is… dark. You know the difference between chaos and a “holy” marine; have a slight concept of it, and by god you wished something akin to what was going through your mind happened to her. “Let me show you around my mansion!”

Your father face twitches at Lessas’ words, clearly taking in of how she says “my mansion.” Clearly displeased with her. Not only did she take away a potential victim of his… scam’s, but she was pulling a dominance card, and if you didn’t know any better yourself? Certain men don’t like that, like your father. It’s surprising he doesn’t do anything about it just yet. Most likely wanting to try and score some money off the “Linton Stokes” and spend it all in one go. That is if he was even a business man. This guy could be wanting to do the same to him.

“Hold on now,” Linton pauses their attempts to move him further down the mansion. His hands coming up to hold Lessas’ hands to try and stop her from dragging him. Lessas’ eyes giving him a glare that he simply ignores, looking back up at you. “I thought I was supposed to be meeting your whole family?”

‘Whole family, huh?’ You narrow your eyes down at him, meeting his gaze; making sure that you gather any more detail you could about him physically. He knows a lot more than what he leads on… His eyes flickering around briefly: at Eden then back to you, and something about that simple look around irks you. It sends a couple of negative mixed signal’s through your brain. Your form shifting a bit to cover Eden up more with your body, at most your legs. Her hands squeezing at your clothing at the unintended invitation.

Lessa was a absolute fool to bring this one in.

“She’s nobody.” Lessa hisses through her teeth with a happy tone. Her blue eyes sending you another glare up at you before lighting up again once Linton looks back at her. Smiling as if she hasn’t done a single unholy thing in her life before giving a light laugh. “A maid at most! Let me show you around, babe!”

You can see the man hesitate before reluctantly following her. Letting himself be pulled by her hand and lead him further into the mansion. Your parents lingering for a second, giving you a lasting glare before following their steps. You would feel… sorry, but with how many years you put up with their shit? It wasn’t even worth to waste such emotion.

“That guy is weird.” Eden comments up at you, saying whatever pops up into her head. Your figure leaning up from the glass railing while you decided that pinnacle of drama was enough for the both of you. Better things can be done besides being bait to some theatricals.

You nod down at her though: agreeing. This “Linton Stokes” was definitely weird. He knew that you were part of the household even if you weren’t really well… apart of it. His gives off an… strange aura that you can’t pinpoint just yet, but you know it’s negative. It’s not something to just brush off either. Not to mention the random look he gave Eden…

You need to keep an eye on this dude. Yet, you cannot always be there for her, no matter if you want to or not; could or not. The family would get suspicious, and start lies or something that was supposed to ruin your own reputation. She also could get targeted too, and you definitely did not want that to happen. No child deserved to not feel a mother’s love, father’s protection or even a siblings connections, and just because you didn’t have it yourself? It doesn’t mean you would revoke someone else of that… wholesomeness. That was just a low blow, or at least you think it was- is.

You sigh, your shoulders dropping slightly in some form of internal defeat. How would you even protect her? At least until you feel safe that she was safe? It’s not like you could hire a damn mercenary or bodyguard. The spent money would be suspicious too.

…Wait.

Your eyes flicker up to the black and gold Shadow Keeper that kept to the shadows and the gold and royal blue Aquilan Shield below that keeps his own red visors staring up at you. Your mind thinking… There are others that can protect her, but were you willing to take that risk? To finally make request them of something after years of trying to ignore them the best you could?

To finally give them a sliver of your inconclusive trust?

#space marine husbandry sentience #warhammer40k #second person pov #third person pov #polyamory #adeptus custodes #adeptus custodes x reader #oc: sabinus ventura #emissaries imperatus #oc: celsus varon #shadow keeper #oc: atlas ectorius #aquilan shield #oc: pythios erős #dread host #oc: horos ectorius #solar watch #tw: neglect #tw: predator

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isuckatwritingsobenice · 6 months ago

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hii ! i’m currently OBSESSED with gravity falls rn so i wanted to request a dipper x reader due to the lack of dipper content ☹️

how do you think dipper would react to his s/o or crush turning out to be a shapeshifter of sorts, like being able to turn into animals and possibly other people?

and maybe how would he react to stan trying to exploit the reader due to their abilities?

A/N: I have been away from my blog for far too long, I completely missed this request but I AM HERE NOW :)))) so here I am writing this! I do feel like we need more Dipper content, IM STARVEDDDDDD. I went with the shapeshifting into other people approach, just because in a way it was easier for me to write!

Warnings: None?

navigation!! // Masterlist!!

Shifter

Dipper Pines had always considered himself an expert at picking up on oddities in Gravity Falls, whether they were strange supernatural occurrences or just his sister’s bizarre antics. But nothing could have prepared him for the moment you revealed your secret.

“So, you can… become other people?” Dipper asked, his voice quiet with a mix of disbelief and curiosity. His mind raced, trying to fit this new piece of information into the strange puzzle that was your life. He’d noticed the little inconsistencies, the times when you seemed to know things you shouldn’t or when you acted a little too familiar with people you’d never met before. But this—this was something else.

You nodded slowly, standing before him in a version of yourself that wasn’t quite you. The face was similar, but not quite the same. You had shapeshifted into a stranger’s appearance, someone who didn’t even exist in his world.

“I didn’t want to keep it from you, Dipper,” you said, your voice soft and tinged with concern. “I didn’t know how to tell you. How would you even react to something like this?”

Dipper stood frozen for a moment, not sure what to say. His brain was still reeling from the sudden revelation. “I—” he started, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what to think. I mean, this is… a lot. You can—change into anyone?” His voice cracked, caught somewhere between awe and confusion.

“Yes,” you responded, stepping closer, your eyes searching his face for any sign of judgment. “I don’t do it lightly. It’s not something I just flaunt around, Dipper. It’s not like I can just change into someone else for fun.” You hesitated for a moment. “I only do it when it’s necessary or when… when I think it’s for the best.”

Dipper’s mind began to slow down, taking in your words. “So, you’ve been… pretending to be other people?” he asked cautiously, trying to make sense of the situation. His mind flitted to all the strange moments when you’d appeared out of nowhere, with information no one else knew or with a familiarity to people you hadn’t mentioned meeting before.

“I’ve only taken their form for a short time,” you explained quickly, as if reading his thoughts. “I’ve never done anything harmful. I just… sometimes I need to blend in or keep myself hidden. It’s complicated.”

Dipper frowned, but his expression softened as he took a step forward, his eyes meeting yours. “I get it,” he said quietly, his voice steady. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not still surprised. You know this changes everything, right?”

“I didn’t want to change things,” you murmured, eyes averted. “I just wanted you to trust me. But now I’m scared you won’t.”

Before he could answer, a loud, booming voice interrupted the moment.

“Well, well, well,” Stan’s voice echoed from the doorway, his familiar smirk already in place. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a real-life shapeshifter.” He stepped forward, eyes gleaming with the same opportunistic shine Dipper had seen a thousand times. “Imagine the profit! You could help us rake in the cash, kid. Be anyone, do anything, and boom, the Mystery Shack could be the top tourist destination. Maybe even a TV deal! I’m already thinking up slogans.”

“Grunkle Stan, no,” Dipper snapped, stepping protectively in front of you. “You’re not going to use them like that.” His voice was sharp, the usual sarcasm gone as he glared at his great-uncle.

Stan rolled his eyes. “What? It’s just business, Dipper. You know how this place runs. We’re talking big money here.”

You shifted uncomfortably under Stan’s gaze, and Dipper noticed how your shoulders hunched, a clear sign that you didn’t want to be the center of any kind of exploitation. “I’m not an act for your business, Stan,” you said firmly, voice tinged with frustration. “This isn’t some joke to me.”

Dipper shot his great-uncle a stern look. “You heard them, Grunkle Stan. This isn’t some sideshow for you to profit off of.”

Stan raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. But I’ll be keeping my eye on that potential.” With that, he turned on his heel and walked off, muttering about how “you can’t make money without taking risks.”

Dipper sighed in relief as Stan disappeared into the back of the Shack, but the moment was short-lived as he turned back to you. His heart was racing now, but it wasn’t from the confrontation. It was from the strange realization that you—someone who had always been so close to him—had been hiding this secret for so long.

“You didn’t have to tell him that,” Dipper said softly, his voice quieter now, but still full of care. “But I’m glad you did. I’m not mad at you for keeping it from me. It’s just a lot to take in, you know?”

You nodded, looking down at the ground for a moment, before meeting his eyes again. “I don’t want things to be weird between us, Dipper. I don’t want you to look at me differently.”

“I won’t,” Dipper said quickly, his words rushing out. “I just—look, I can’t pretend I understand everything about this, but I want to. I care about you. I trust you, and I’m not going to let Stan treat you like that, okay?”

You smiled, a small, relieved expression, but there was still a hint of unease in your eyes. “Thanks, Dipper. I really do appreciate it. It means a lot to me.”

For a moment, the world felt simpler, as if this was just another strange mystery to solve, and as long as you and Dipper were in it together, maybe it would be okay after all.

But just then, another voice interrupted your quiet moment. It was a familiar one, but this time, the tone was different.

“Hey, Dipper,” Mabel called from the doorway. “Grunkle Stan wants to know if you’re gonna be on the team for the super secret new mystery he’s got lined up.” She winked as she noticed your hesitant look. “You know, because the whole shapeshifting thing could be super useful for that. You in?”

Dipper hesitated, glancing at you. He could tell this wasn’t going to be as simple as another weird mystery. Not anymore. But with you by his side, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“Yeah,” Dipper said slowly, his voice more confident now. “I’m in.”

And for the first time in a long while, Dipper realized that maybe this was the beginning of something bigger—something that, with you by his side, he could actually understand.

#gravity falls dipper #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls #gravity falls dipper x reader #dipper pines x reader #dipper x reader #grunkle stan #mabel pines #disney x reader

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bobardo · 2 months ago

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touch me tender (then put me on the shelf)

He watches something about the sparkle in her eye morph from pensive to punctured. He sees her nails dig into the flesh of her shins, and she bites her bottom lip—pink, to red, to white hot—as she looks off to the side.

The silence echoes.

He sighs, “Yeah.” Chances a step toward the bed, and shivers at the red-rimmed pools he hadn’t seen in two weeks as she turns to follow his movements.

Fuck.

“Yeah, I’m leavin’,” he says, soft, like the first time they’d spoken, continuing to inch closer. She doesn’t tell him to stop. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t do anything but watch.

His arm lifts from his side, and his calloused palm reaches for the full of her cheek. His heart hammer’s against its cage as the heat of her flesh nears his, and her eyes trail his actions inquisitively. Their skin meets, and her head lulls into his grasp, lids growing heavy with… something. His eyes wander to her pouting mouth.

Javier huffs a breath through his nose, harsh. “I’m leavin’, but I’ll be back,” he mutters, quiet, just for the two of them.

Punctured to pensive.

mdni. 18+ blog. f!reader. you are responsible for the content you consume.

javier peña x fox!reader.

two-thousand-eight-hundred-seventeen words.

includes infidelity. sex trafficking. allusions to drugs. smoking (tobacco). explicit p in v sex. oral sex (both male and female receiving). dacryphilia. no use of y/n.

read at your own risk.

Javi had a wife. He didn’t see her often (he hadn’t seen her in years, not really. Not since they returned from their honeymoon, probably). That thought does little to quell him, but then again, he’s not exactly looking to be quelled.

It’s better that way, he tells himself—because ‘better’ sounded less offending than ‘nastier.’

Javi had a wife, that he didn’t see often, because he had a job that put her at risk twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred-sixty-five days a year (that quells him. The danger. Real but not; a veil, cultivated from reality. He buries the thought with all the other bullshit).

Javi had a wife, but he also had… he also had an… an illicit entanglement. (He also had her; little fox—his cock jumps at that alone, but he ignores it).

little fox, crumpled and wounded when he found her (a sex trafficking bust. A raid on the coast of the Bahamas, with a scenery too captivating and a people too loving for the conditions she’d been condemned to).

“I’m Detective Peña,” Javier says, low, soft—as soft as he could manage—to the tiny thing curled up in the corner of this… this room. His voice wasn’t made from gentle doting but from cigarette smoke and whiskey, and yet he tries with all he can to smoothen the rasp of his tone.

He sees the tendrils of shiny, oily hair covering her eyes shift with her eyelashes when she looks up at him. He can’t see much through the curtain of her bangs, but he can see an unprecedented red mark on her left cheek, the split in the top corner of her lip, and the sweat and soot caked along her face.

Christ, he thinks.

“Just fuck me, or whatever it is you want, and leave.”

Her voice is sharp. Crackled, but loud enough her message is concise. And her eyes, red-rimmed pools shooting daggers at him, guarded and still so obviously broken.

Javi’s eyes flit up to hers, and the words hang in the air, stagnant.

“I’m not here to fuck you, girl.” He eventually says, and it sounds rougher than he intended, meaner (and his eyes flicker down to the way her thighs press together, skin squished. His heart stutters a beat).

He clears his throat. “I’m not here to fuck you,” he repeats, sans honorific. “I’m here to help you. If— If you want it.”

She snorts, “If?”

He kisses his teeth. Looks off to the left for one, two seconds before facing her again. “Do you want my help or not?”

Javi knows he’s being wildly unprofessional—that he should be being more sensitive to what she’s going through. She’s been kidnapped; trafficked, for Lord knows how long. If he could, he’d put a muzzle on the voice in his head telling him to take her up on her blatant, obligatory offer.

He can’t, though.

He watches her watch him for approximately thirty seconds—thirty-six, exactly—before the white of her top teeth peeks out and pinches at her plush bottom lip. She bites the flesh pink, to red, to white hot.

Her lashes flutter, and she looks up at him and nods.

“Come help me then, Detective.”

He waited until all the perpetrators had been removed from the premises before escorting her to his vehicle and bringing her back to the safe-house (along with the others. fifty-two total victims, forty-four female, eight male; thirty-nine minors, thirteen adults; thirty teen girls, seven women, and three girls under the age of ten; six young boys, and two teens. He remembers them all—he could never forget) where Detective Murphy was waiting for them.

That was six years ago.

Javi isn’t too sure when the turning point of their encounters was (if there even was a turning point, or if he’d just finally stopped lying to himself about his desires). He’s absolutely sure that if it hadn’t happened then (whenever then was), though, it would’ve happened one way or another

(that voice in his head is incessant when it comes to her, his little fox. He doesn’t think the strongest narcotic could ever wipe her from his memory).

They transported each victim back to their respective homeland, which, for her, was sunny West LA, in Santa Monica. She didn’t have much to return to; before—before she was taken and shoved in a metal crate with several other warm, panicked bodies and shipped overseas—she’d runaway from her ‘family’ in Jacksonville, Florida after… a series (a lifetime) of unfortunate events. It’s not like she’d left anything important back in that trailer, nothing worth remembering (better off forgotten). So, Javier helped her get her footing as she re-associated herself with society.

He got her shacked up in an apartment on Fraser Drive and put in a good word for her at the bar two blocks down the road, in the throes of a quaint town. He helped her purchase some basic furniture (a couch, a television, a bed, etc.), stocked her fridge, and her closet in the first week she moved in.

She never said thank you, not with her words, at least. The way she looked at him said enough, he thinks (Soft. Gooey. Like she can’t help the way her irises would melt when his auburn ones met hers; like she liked it).

By the second week, Javi had been called back to Texas—there was a hit in the case against Escobar.

“You’re leaving?” She asks, her voice small—smaller than usual, really, because nothing could shake the vigor of her words. She’s curled up in the fluff and plush of her mattress (when they went shopping for her bedroom, and he’d queried about how she wanted to decorate it, she shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I’ve never had my own room before; I used to sleep on the floor of my dad’s trailer.” He told she could pick out whatever she wanted, and encouraged her to spoil herself—in that gruff, grumbly way he orders people around—until she got irritated and grabbed handfuls of pillows and stuffed animals solely to shut him up) with her knees too her chest, her chin perched on one.

His brow arches at her lack of fire. “Did y’think I was gon’ stay forever?”

The silence echoes.

He sighs, “Yeah.” Chances a step toward the bed, and shivers at the red-rimmed pools he hadn’t seen in two weeks as she turns to follow his movements.

Fuck.

“Yeah, I’m leavin’,” he says, soft, like the first time they’d spoken, continuing to inch closer. She doesn’t tell him to stop. She doesn’t move. She doesn’t do anything but watch.

Javier huffs a breath through his nose, harsh. “I’m leavin’, but I’ll be back,” he mutters, quiet, just for the two of them.

Punctured to pensive.

“You’ll be back?” she asks— begs for his assurance.

I wonder if she’d beg for—

“I’ll be back,” he says, voice raspier than before, but she doesn’t say anything about it if she notices. “I’ll be back, little fox,” I promise. It goes unsaid.

He waits with bated breath for her response, their eyes locked.

She sniffles, “You fucking better be, Detective.”

The lead on Escobar took him, Murphy, and a few other select detectives down to Columbia. For seven months.

For seven months, Javi didn’t see or hear from her.

little fox.

She felt more like a dream—a phantom—than a reality. Did he dream the whole trafficking raid? He wouldn’t be surprised.

For seven months, he’d been thinking of her. Remembering (desperate to recall, to not forget lest she really be a figment of his feeble mind).

He left in December. On the twenty-second. He got a call from Webb County to ‘Wheel it in, Peña, he’s on the move,’ on July twentieth.

Javi had never booked a flight so fast in his life. (Two flights. One back home, to his wife and precinct. And one to her).

He thought it best to not return (seven months later, with no advance, and no prior communication since their farewell) empty handed. His wife doesn’t ask about the gift bags in his hands when he entered their shared home on the twenty-first, and she didn't call to ask where he was the next morning when she awoke to his vacant bed-place.

Javi didn’t anticipate the anxiety shooting through him when he thought about seeing her again. He didn’t think he’d needed too, he’s never fucking nervous.

Figures.

He puffs out a heavy breath, three gift bags and a bouquet hanging in his left hand, as he knocks on her apartment door with his right.

He can hear music on the other end—a record, likely—and scuffling feet. He’s beginning to conjure an idea of what she’s doing inside (scantily clad—cami and panties and soft, socked feet—twirling around to the treble of Etta James as something burns on the stove. Utterly domestic) in his head when the door swings open.

The air around them hangs heavy.

She looks at him, down at the bags in his hand, the flowers, and then back up again.

“Detective.”

She let him in (thank God, she let him in).

The beginnings of their exchange was tentative, and slightly awkward, but he reasoned to himself that it was unlikely it could be any different. He’d been gone, for a damn long time.

He explained himself. Unprompted, he explained why he’d left and what he’d been doing. He told her things, sensitive things, confidential things, and his shoulders had never felt fucking lighter.

“You’re married.” She says, and despite her tone Javi knows it’s not a question.

He feels the weight of the band on his ring finger. His knuckles tighten, his fingers twitch. “I am,” he says back.

Her eyes drop from his, down to the wedding band. His fingers twitch again.

“You—” she starts, but catches herself, pauses and pinches her lip with her teeth, pink, to red, to white hot. She looks up at him, “You came back.”

His left hand relaxes, his band doesn’t feel so heavy, and he nods. “I came back, little fox.”

He watched her open her presents one by one. She found a vase for the flowers before diving in, and settled them as the centerpiece of her dinning table.

She struggled, endearingly, to pronounce the Italian wine he’d bought her, and glared at him when she pulled out two more stuffed bears to add to her ever-growing collection—his fault. The third bag contained multiple items. First, a journal. When she asked what it was for, he told her it was because even if some things are too hard to say, he’s learned it’s worse to not say them at all.

She’d written in it every morning after, and asked for a new one when she finished. She now had five sitting on her nightstand at all times, the current always on top.

Second, some pens to write with. Javi found black to be his favorite, but he didn’t know her favorite color at that time, so he opted for all of them as a safe bet. She uses them to this day.

And the last one. The last one, that he forever will thank himself from not chickening out of giving to her last minute.

Her hand pauses when she reaches back into the bag. Her lashes flutter, hair with it, her eyes flit up, and their gazes lock. He rolls his lips into his mouth, but doesn’t look away. His brow quirks at her hesitancy, and he kicks his chin toward her hand in the bag.

Take it out, he silently says. And she obeys.

She stares analytically at the soft, thin stings of fabric she unveils from the gift bag. Lacey, blue; navy. He watches her, head a muddled fog, as she untangles the pieces from one another and hooks her fingers in the band to display them in the air.

He can see the exaggerated rise and fall of her chest, the rouge trailing down her neck toward the tops of her breasts, can hear her heavy breathing to match, as she examines the garment.

“S’pretty,” she gives him. She shifts, closer , thighs squeezing. “Thank you, Detective.”

Javi’s tongue feels heavy. He swallows, and nods slow. “You’re welcome, little fox.”

They fall quiet, and she brings the lingerie down to rest in her lap. He follows her hands fall and settle, doesn’t look away for a minute too long.

Her eyes are delicately wide when he does look up. His lips purse, before his tongue unfurls to lick the dry, cracked skin.

“You wanna play, Cariño?”

He sees her shiver (he never noted it, but he hadn't spoken Spanish to her before).

She nods, eyes molten and lips shiny.

He raises a brow, “Hmm?”

“Yes. Yes, I wanna play.”

“Yes, who?”

“Yes, Sir.”

They played until dawn. First in the living room—impatient, eager (he stripped her down and ate her out until she came on his tongue twice, tangy, tart and terrifyingly addictive. Nibbled, mean, at her clit and spit on her pussy before he pressed three fingers into her hole and got her nice and open for his cock with her legs spread wide, calves to her ears. She was timid; shy and hiding behind her soft palms, muffling those noises he worked hard for, but he let it slide for the time being). Then, he tugged her into him and pulled her up from her place on the couch, carrying her back to the bedroom to continue their playtime (her turn, on her knees—though he couldn’t have stopped her if he tried. She took him into her mouth happily, tongue twisting over the tip, suckling at his precum. Her pace was gradual but still rushed, docile in the way she focused solely on the moment. His fingers worked through her hair as she worked on his cock, petting sweaty strands back from her forehead and scratching the back of her scalp when her throat constricted around the head of his cock when her nose touches his sparsely haired tummy. Spit and tears smeared her pretty face by the time he pulled her up from the carpeted floor, nose to her elbow, coughing

He licked her cheeks free of tears, trailed down, between her breasts to bite and nip and lick and suck, down, to her stomach, along her navel, flesh fiery, searing the sweat into his tastebuds. He slipped inside with little warning, liked the way her eyes went wide with shock and her pussy clamped hard around his shaft. She's screaming by then; crying on his fat cock like a good little girl. He fucked her in missionary, dragged her to the edge of the bed to fuck it from the back, and flipped her on her side and slid back in, fingers crawling over her thigh and squeezing between her legs to find her pearl. She gushes at the first touch, and he doesn’t stop.

They fell asleep that way, sweaty, sunlight peeking through the curtains and washing over them).

The morning after way fast. Blurry. They shower together, and eat breakfast in a serendipitous, light air before Javi breaks the news that he has to return to Texas that day as they cleaned the dishes. She only nodded.

They spent what little time they had left watching some shitty sitcom they both relentlessly poked fun at until the clock struck twelve, forty-five and he had to head to his hotel room before going to the airport.

“I’ll be back, little fox,” he mumbles into her temple, arm curved around her back, tucking her to him.

Her grip on his jacket tightens, “You fucking better be.”

Javi went home the morning after, back home to Texas, because he had a wife.

Javier Peña had a wife, who he didn’t see often, because he had a job, that put her at risk of being in imminent danger twenty-four hours a day, three-hundred-sixty-five days a year.

Javier Peña had a wife, whom he doesn’t love, and should divorce from, but won’t, because he was born Catholic, and his Mama and Abuelita are likely rolling in their graves this very moment.

Javier Peña had a wife, who he doesn’t see, and whom he doesn’t love, and whom he should divorce, but hasn’t, and won’t because he’s self-righteous and rotten, a protector and a perpetrator; a piece of shit.

Javier Peña had a wife

“Hey, Detective," she asks, leaning on the doorframe, draped in navy, lacey frabric.

who he hasn’t seen in three days

“Yeah, little fox?” he mutters, glasses perched on his nose that's stuffed in a book with a cigarette between his lips, smoke curling around his figure. Shirtless.

because of her

“You wanna play?”

He eyes her from behind the frame of his glasses, and smiles small.

his little fox.

a/n: i am unsure as well. leave a note and reblog if u like pls!!

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OCTOBER 7: YOU FLOWER, YOU FEAST JASON TODD (5.1K)

kinktober prompts: virginity + praise | kinktober masterlist

synopsis. you meet a beautiful stranger and every bit of sense you've accumulated over the years flies out the window. what's the worst that could happen?

cw: f!reader, smut, gentle mdom, praise, virginity loss, virgin!reader, dry humping, cunnilingus, fingering f!receiving, piv sex, unprotected sex minors, blank and ageless blogs dni

technically a part 2 to for you i'd fall from grace (just to touch your face) but can be read as a standalone

The doors open with a quiet ding.

Now it is you on the other side watching him step out, and a beat passes. The world seems to hold its breath.

You take his hand.

It feels like your undoing and rebirth all in one.

Jason’s hotel room is…luxurious. That is the first thing you notice when he leads you in, opening the door with his free hand. He doesn’t let go of you for a moment, fishing the keycard out of his pocket smoothly as his mouth skims over yours. He presses you into the door for a moment, and then you hear two small beeps before you’re being walked backwards.

When he pulls away, he’s backlit by gold and your eyes trail over his shoulder to take in the spacious room you’ve been led into.

Rich, patterned carpet, detailed plaster carvings along the trim and a chandelier – your eyes widen when you spot the bed. Jason huffs out a laugh, breath tickling your ear as you take in the wrinkled sheets, untouched from when you’d interrupted his night to coax him out with you, a cloud of what you’re sure is a thousand thread count bedsheets. It’s fit to house a king.

There’s a mouth against your shoulder, and you look back up to your companion. Jason glitters before you, sparks from the chandelier glass winking at the corners of your vision, robing him in reds, blues and purples. Your heart flutters as he grows closer.

“Hi, pretty thing,” he whispers, pressing his mouth to yours. “You okay?”

His hands are warm against your sides, and you nod into the kiss, a hum caught in his mouth. But your lips tremble against his, and you’ve begun to shake a little in his arms. You mourn the loss when he breaks the kiss, teal eyes narrowing on you.

A hand comes up to cradle your face, a dry warmth that bleeds into you, and your eyes flutter as it tilts your head.

“We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

But how do you tell him that you are? You’re more sure of this than anything in your life. Every cell in your body, every nerve and vein and beat of your heart all thrum with the same thought, the same desire – this, him. You want him so badly, there’s an ache between your legs and when you shift your weight you can feel the dampness of your underwear, sticky with need.

How do you tell him?

That even in your desire, even in your certainty that you won’t be leaving this room unchanged, there is fear.

You think of girlhood, of closed bedroom windows and lonely nights, of eyeing valentines enviously. You think of bare knees and secret touches beneath bed covers, substituting your fingers for another’s, faceless hands skimming your innermost parts–

You blink at Jason. Jason, who is solid, and real. Who has already unknowingly stolen a first, on his way to take another. Teal smudges in your vision, and you press closer, seeking comfort from the bigger man.

“No one has ever..” you try to say, but your voice wavers, and heat crawls up your neck to settle in your face. A thumb skims across the nape of your neck, and you shiver.

“Will you look at me?”

You linger in the safety of his embrace for a moment longer, before you do as he says, tipping your head to gaze at him. He smiles, pleased, and the sight of it sends a rush of blood to your head.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, rewarding you with a squeeze to your side. “You were saying something. Tell me.”

You blink. Surely he wasn’t going to make you say it? Hadn’t he heard enough? You’d only known him so long, but Jason seemed intelligent enough to connect the dots. But he only stares patiently at you, waiting.

“I..” you lick your lips, throat suddenly dry. “I’ve never done this before.”

The look in his eyes confirms your suspicions – he had only wanted to hear you say it. It’s no less gentle, but his touch tightens around you a little, and you swallow as his pupils, already blown wide, seem to darken even more.

“Done what, baby?” he rasps out, lowering his head to nose at the column of your throat. “Let a stranger take you back to his room?”

You squirm in his arms, hands coming up to clutch the fabric of his shirt, fistfuls of cotton wrinkling under your touch.

“Mmh..no..I mean..yes..but–”

“But what?” he mumbles into your jaw.

“I’ve never – with anyone,” you stutter out, squeezing his shoulders, tucking your face into his collar.

He withdraws then, eyes glossy. “No one?” he asks, voice steady save for the hitch in his breath when you shake your head.

“Is–is that okay?” you ask and his eyes slip shut for a second, forehead falling forward to press against yours. The both of you stand in the living area of his obscenely large hotel room, but all you see is aqua eyes, curtained by thick lashes, staring into yours.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes out a laugh, thumb sliding a path back up to your cheek. “Is that okay with you? I don’t expect anything, we can hang out a little longer, or I can walk you back down to your room–”

“No!” you protest, and his eyes widen. You scrunch your eyes closed, lowering your voice. “No, I…I do want to – y’know.”

He laughs, and you feel the press of his mouth against your cheek, there and gone just as quickly. It’s chaste, and sweet.

“Yeah?” he asks, amused. “You want to…y’know?”

You frown at him, nerves steadily melting away as he grins at you. You’ve known him less than a week but this familiarity feels age old. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“Aw,” he snickers, smoothing your pout away with a kiss. “‘M sorry. You’re just cute. I can’t help it.”

You have to squirm away when his fingers pinch your sides teasingly, laughing too loudly for the hour it currently is. He doesn’t seem to care that you might be disturbing the other guests – but you suppose for what he must’ve paid for this room, any sound is unlikely to bleed through the walls. “Stop! Stop!”

He grins at you, ceasing his attack. Eyes softening, he tilts his head, gesturing to the living space you’d overlooked. A chaise longue and expensive looking sofa are arranged neatly, flowers blooming in a vase on the coffee table. You spy a book resting beside it, neatly bookmarked with a slip of paper you recognise to be hotel stationery, the filigree border sticking out from between the pages giving it away.

“C’mere, sweetheart. I wanna kiss you a bit more.”

You kick your heels off, the sparkly shoes you’d spent more money on than you ought to have landing sideways beside his. Your feet sink into the plush carpet below as you pad over to the couch, falling into Jason’s lap with a delighted giggle when he pulls you close. Knees bracketing his hips, your skirt slides up dangerously, but you’re more focused on the slide of his mouth against yours.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Jason breathes into your mouth, and your eyes droop, smiling against him. Big hands settle against the small of your back, and Jason swallows the surprised noise you make when you feel him under you, thick, and hard. “Got me so fuckin’ hard for you, sweetheart. Can you feel that?”

You rock your hips shyly, squirming on his lap, letting out a breath when you feel him bump against your covered clit, pleasure pooling low in your gut.

“Mmh..there you go,” Jason whispers, guiding you along his lap. You whine into his mouth, eyes shutting at the slide of his tongue against yours. It’s slow, and a little messy, the way he kisses you, spit slicked lips sliding against yours, hands rocking you back and forth.

You have no idea what the time is, your phone lying abandoned in the depths of your purse, forgotten in the entryway next to your shoes. Orange light burns through the back of your eyelids, and fatigue renders your limbs heavy against Jason – it’s been a long day and an even longer night, but you aren’t quite ready to give it up yet, too drunk on this new experience to call an end to it.

An open window nearby lets in a stream of air, cool against your flushed skin and some way down the road, a car beeps on the motorway. Jason, beneath you, rolls his hips up into your aching centre and you mewl. He laughs as you break away, panting, lips shiny with spit. You go dizzy at the sight.

“So fuckin’ noisy,” he laughs, leaning back against the couch. He looks sinful, head tipped back to expose his throat, thick thighs spread and hands on your hips. Like he’s at your mercy. Power ripples beneath your fingertips as you touch his neck, skimming over his Adam's apple. Almost as if in a trance, you lower your head to bite at the skin, tongue laving at the mark and relishing in the groan he lets out.

“You sure-” he gasps when you do it once more. “Y’sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Mhm,” you hum, sucking a mark below his ear. You pull away, breath hitching at the sight of the bruise blooming there. His eyes are already on you when you meet his gaze, half-lidded and hungry.

“‘M so fucking lucky, aren’t I?” he rasps, resting a hand on the back of your neck and bringing you down to him. “Nobody else gets you like this, do they.”

You shake your head in affirmation and he grins, a little pleased. And then, his gaze is drifting down to the neck of your dress.

It’s a pretty thing, the both of you know it, daringly lowcut – more than you would have ever braved to wear back home. But here, you are something else entirely, a flower in bloom. There is no one to tell you no, to heed caution. No nosy eyes – the only gazes on you now are heavy with something else. You see the same heaviness in Jason’s eyes as he drinks in the red swathing your figure.

You’d seen it in the store and known – this was it. This would be the one. Every stitch and fold of it had been made in your image, you’d known it from the moment you laid your eyes on it, only confirmed by the reflection in the dressing room mirror.

“Baby,” Jason says suddenly, voice sounding shot, eyes turning pleading and hands trailing back down to fist at your dress. “Can I take this off?”

You find yourself nodding fervently, so eager that any pretense of playing coy slips right out of your head as you lean up and forward, closing your eyes as his fingers pull the zip at your side and pull the material up your figure. It’s unbearably slow, and the drag of the fabric up your skin leaves goosebumps in its trail, your heart hammering in your chest as inch by inch, you are bared to his eyes. When the skirt gathers at your waist, only just covering your panties, Jason groans, eyes tracing your thighs hungrily. He pauses a moment, and you tremble atop him. It’s only a moment – he resumes his path.

Everything is still, and quiet around the both of you. Only your shared breathing, heavy – and, you imagine, wrapping around the other, invisible. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears, and you curl your fingers into fists where they rest on your thighs.

“Up, baby,” Jason murmurs, and you raise your arms, shuddering as the dress is lifted totally. It hits the ground behind you with a quiet flutter, and you’re left atop Jason’s lap in only the pretty panties you’d slipped on before dinner.

Before dinner, when you’d flounced around your hotel room, running back and forth across the wardrobe and your suitcase and your vanity, silk robe slipping down your shoulders, giggling with your best friend. You’d slipped on the scrap of material after your shower, shrieking when she’d voiced the thought you’d quietly entertained – who exactly are you putting those on for?

Their intended subject breathes out a sigh when his eyes land on them, a groan caught in his throat. The hardness pressed against your thigh is an attestation to just how much he likes it.

“Fuck, sweetheart…” Jason tips forward to press his forehead to your shoulder, and your breath hitches when the movement causes his nose to brush against your bare skin, lips so close to your breast you can feel his breath. “Been wanting to do that from the moment you showed up at my door.”

“Yeah?” you breathe out shyly, face warming. His resounding “Mhm.” vibrates against your shoulder.

“Y’showed up looking like sin, princess,” he mumbles, a sloppy kiss pressed to your skin. And then another, and another. He moves slowly, with precision, and you’re burning for him. “Thought about just locking the door and ripping that damn dress off you – ‘m surprised you didn’t notice how hard I got.”

Your eyes flicker down but his broad shoulders obscure your view, curling over you, leaving wet kisses over every bit of skin he can reach.

“Mmh, baby y’gotta talk to me,” Jason sighs, pulling away and you almost keen at the loss, chasing after him when he sinks back into the couch cushions, hands steadying you as you tip forward. “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?” you whisper, nose to nose.

Up close, he is even more beautiful, golden and freckled from the summer sun. His eyelashes are thick, fluttering with every blink. He watches you, and you are reminded of a big cat, lazy eyes fixed on its prey, slow, smouldering blinks as he stares at you.

“You want me to take care of you?” he breathes out, and you nod. He shakes his head. “Gotta hear you say it out loud, sweetheart. You can do that for me can’t you?”

His voice drops into a coo, encouraging in all the ways to make your head dizzy, every thought turning syrupy thick when he bumps his nose against yours, coaxing.

“Say it for me, baby,” he murmurs into your mouth, capturing your bottom lip between his. You feel the barest drag of his teeth and you whimper – he catches that too. “Aw, c’mon pretty. I’ve barely done anything, yet. There’ll be time for that later. Y’just gotta tell me.”

“Jason, I-” you gasp out, when he rocks his hips up into you. “Please? Please…”

“Please what?”

If they could only see you now. Shame and desire race through your veins, circling each other in a vicious stand-off. Will you give in? Will you see it through? You’ve come this far. Ruination is only a murmur away.

“Fuck me,” you whisper, and his eyes gleam.

Jason hauls you up from the couch in one swift movement that leaves you grappling for his shoulders, but his hold is firm – you’re in no danger of falling, unless he intends it. Mouth on yours, he crosses the living space and you enter the bedroom, the mammoth of a bed coming closer into view. You only register it in your periphery, much too preoccupied with the brush of Jason’s tongue against yours, yet another new, dizzying sensation that clouds your senses.

And then you’re falling back, landing amongst the sheets of his bed. Jason hovers above you – still clothed. You quirk a brow expectantly at him and he pauses. He follows your gaze, and snickers when he realises.

“I guess I’m being pretty unfair, huh,” he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you. “I’ve got you all pretty and bare for me and I’m still dressed. I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

Jason is, impossibly, even more attractive under his clothes. He shucks the jacket and top, and your throat dries at the sight of him, all soft muscle and broadness. Every inch of him has been carved with a careful hand, and you drag your gaze downwards as he tugs his sweats off, left in only a pair of black boxer briefs. Powerful thighs flex as he steps out of his clothing, and you have to bite back the urge to learn forward and press your mouth to him, to sink your teeth into the muscle of his chest.

“Hope that’s a good silence,” he remarks, kicking his sweats away and you snap your eyes back up to him, a nervous laugh bubbling from your lips.

“It is,” you assure. Bravely, you reach out to take his hand, and his eyes soften a little when you do. “You’re…no one should look like that.”

Pink dusts the top of his cheeks and he laughs. “I’m glad you think so.” He shakes his head then, and draws closer. “Tonight’s about you, though, princess. Can you lay back for me?”

“Like this?” you ask, unsure, settling yourself against his pillows, legs bent together. He smiles, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

“Not quite,” he says, a warm hand coming to cup your calf. “This okay? If you wanna stop, just let me know. Pinch me, or something. Promise I’ll stop.”

You nod, and nod once more, and he drops a kiss to the inside of your knee as he maneuvers your legs so they’re spread, allowing him to draw closer. All that stands between his gaze and your most sensitive parts is a scrap of fabric, and you see his eyelids droop as he settles on his stomach, breath skimming your inner thigh.

“You’re gonna be good for me, aren’t you?” he asks, tilting his head, expectant. His voice is gentle, coaxing, and you find yourself nodding, eager to please him. He smiles, and it’s like starlight, reddened mouth curving up to reveal pearly whites.

“Yeah,” he sighs, pleased. Fingers trail up your legs, pushing them further apart with a firmness that is equally as gentle. “Knew you would. My girl knows how to listen t’me. So sweet for me. ‘M gonna kiss you now, ‘kay, sweetheart?”

You’re tipping your chin and then your panties are being hooked to the side and there’s a mouth on you, warm, and wet, tongue curling against your clit in a movement that draws a gasp right out of you, squirming against the sheets, both chasing and drawing away from the unfamiliar sensation. Jason laughs at the sound, only pressing closer to you with an arm hooking across your hips to keep you still.

Your vision swims, and you press your head back into the pillows, the canopy above you blurring under every artful lash and lick of Jason’s tongue. Your hands fist the sheets when he closes his lips around your clit, sucking gently – desire burns in your gut and explodes behind your eyes with his movements, your hips lurching off the mattress only to meet the steel resistance of his arm.

“Jason,” you cry, only growing warmer when he snakes his free hand up your torso to pinch your nipple, squeezing your breasts as he works his mouth.

“That’s it, sweetheart, just-” he cuts himself off, spitting onto your folds – only adding to the mess you’re sure you’ve made. You shudder and he laughs against your skin. “Mmh, just like that, just like that…”

Your hand finds its way into his hair, fingers sinking into thick black locks and tugging before you can register the impulse. You draw away, a babbled apology on your tongue but he only catches your wrist as it raises and pushes it back with a husky laugh.

“Touch me all you want,” he says, kissing your thigh. “Want you to feel good, angel.”

“It does,” you pant, too caught up to find any embarrassment in the needy pitch of your voice, too eager to get his mouth back on you. He grins, knowingly, and raises his hand, reaching to press his fingers against your lips.

“Get my fingers wet f’me, baby,” he says.

It feels debauched, the way you let him part your lips and sink his fingers in your mouth, pressing heavy on your tongue. Drool collects, and you flick your tongue against his thick digits, sucking. His eyes shutter, and you find yourself pleased to have turned the tables, even if only momentarily. He retracts his fingers soon, and you follow the string of spit with your eyes, flinching when it snaps, smearing against your chin.

“That’s my girl,” he exhales. “‘M gonna stretch you out, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”

“Okay,” you murmur, resting a hand across the arm on your hips. He pushes himself up onto his haunches, and then there’s a finger pressing at your entrance. It’s a foreign feeling – Jason’s fingers are much thicker than your own, and you tense up at the intrusion, but he notices.

“Take a breath for me,” he tells you firmly, other hand stroking your skin comfortingly. “It’ll be more uncomfortable if you’re tense like that. There you go, take another for me, good girl.”

He leans up to kiss you, and you clutch his shoulders tightly when his thumb circles your clit in gentle circles, finger steadily pressing into you. You breathe through it, feeling small under his frame, but grateful for the cover. Jason whispers praise into your skin as you take him slowly, and you tip your head back as slowly, your body adjusts to the stretch.

“So good for me,” he tells you, and your eyes burn, tears crowding your lashline at the rush of emotions – it’s so much, all at once. You can’t quite make sense of things anymore, entirely consumed by the feeling of him, over, around, inside.

And still, when he deems you properly prepped, you feel you’ve entered an entirely new ballpark when he slides your panties off and removes his underwear, cock springing up and slapping against his stomach.

It isn’t as though you’ve never seen one before. The internet, and sex ed classes had at least given you some idea about what to expect, but –

Jason is big. Even inexperienced, you know this. Your mouth dries the longer you stare at it, so thick you wonder how he’s going to fit it inside you – can he? Trepidation settles in your lower gut, but with it, something else. You sit up on shaky arms, and curiosity spurs you on to reach for him, tucking your legs beneath you as you shuffle closer.

He lets you touch him, teal eyes watching in silence as your hand brushes along his hip, dipping down to press against his thigh. Skirting around where you really want to touch. When he exhales above you, you look up to find him softly smiling, amusement in the curve of his mouth.

“I don’t bite,” he says softly, fingers coming to wrap around your wrist gently, guiding your touch to his cock. The both of you shudder when you make contact, wrapping around his length experimentally. The weight of him in your hands makes your heart thrum, and you don’t realise you’ve drawn closer until he’s pulling you away just as your lips hover over the head of him.

You look up questioningly, and he gives you a reassuring grin, caressing your cheek. “Later, sweetheart. I wanna make you feel good.”

“Promise?” you murmur and he nods, looping his pinky around yours.

And then you’re being pressed back down into the sheets, a mouth on yours and Jason’s tongue licking at the seam of your lips. And you know you ought to be a little more responsible, when he presses on your bare heat, precum smearing at your entrance, but there’s a rush in the thought of having him wholly – of letting go of responsibility for just one night.

You’ve been good all your life, you figure you’re allowed one moment of recklessness.

He’s prepped you well, but the first press of his head inside still makes you gasp, stomach tightening as he enters you. He swallows the sound in his mouth, humming assuringly against your lips.

“Mmh, you’re doin’ so good for me,” he mumbles, sloppily kissing your jaw, and you throw your arms around his neck, tucking your face into his shoulder. “Breathe, breathe, princess.”

Inch by inch, he pushes until you’ve taken the entire length of him, settling there for you to adjust. You can feel it in your throat, every bit of skin and heat making your blood simmer, your eyes rolling slightly at the stretch.

“You okay?”

Jason brushes a few fingers across the back of your neck, and the touch is grounding, drawing your attention back to him. You nod, and he lets out a little laugh.

“So sweet for me,” he mutters, dropping a kiss to your head. You exhale against his collar, returning it to the spot above his heart, lips smudging against his chest and leaving a streak of colour where your lipstick rubs off. You grin privately, repeating the motion. The hand at your hip squeezes affectionately, and he speaks again. “Gonna start moving now, okay?”

“Mhm.” It’s a needy sound – not the first one he’s pulled out of you tonight, and when he rolls his hips, thumb catching at your clit, you wager it won’t be the last.

You lose all ability to think within minutes. Jason is attentive, and every touch lights you on fire, leaves you feeling scraped raw, every nerve sensitive to him. Everything feels amplified as he thrusts, making ample of use of his mouth and fingers in time with his movements. You’re clutching him, clutching the sheets, legs shaking around his waist.

The hotel room is filled with the sounds of your pleasure, Jason drawing moan after moan, whimpers and desperate moans from your lips – absently, you wonder, is that you, making all that noise? It seems utterly discomposed, something too filthy for the otherwise pristine room you’re in. But Jason is uncaring and if anything, it only spurs him on, gripping you tighter.

“Fuck,” he hisses, biting at your shoulder and you whine, nails biting into the meat of his shoulder. “That’s it, princess, you sound so fucking pretty.”

Sweat gathers in the dip of your brow, lines your skin and his as his hips cant into yours. His head dips down to catch a nipple in his mouth, teeth grazing the your sensitive bud. You choke on a gasp, throwing your head back into the pillows. He grins, letting go with a wet pop.

“Jason.” you sob out and he coos.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he says, leaning down so you’re nose to nose. You gaze at him through half-lidded eyes, unable to keep them open. “‘M I making you feel good? This what you expected?”

“F-feels so good,” you cry, the tears that have been gathering finally slipping free, streaking down your face as he rocks into you. His teeth gleam in the low light, victory in the stretch of his lips – the light haloes around him and he looks divine, bronzed and eclipsing your entire body with his.

He thrusts faster, a little harder, and you clutch his arm suddenly, feeling the pleasure rising in to a crescendo in your stomach. His name falls off your lips, coloured in desperation and tears, and you buck your hips up in an effort to match his.

“You close, sweetheart?” he pants and you keen.

“Uh-huh,” you mewl, voice pitching as you draw him down into a messy kiss, a meeting of teeth and tongue that leaves you dizzy.

“Fuck, princess, that’s it,” he groans, a hand coming around your lower back to lift you closer. The other circles your clit faster, and you cry out. “That’s it, come for me. Just let go for me, I know you can do it. You’re such a good girl, been so good for me, you deserve to come, don’t you? C’mon sweetheart, just like that.”

You break with a squeal, coming apart around his cock. It’s intense, the wave that crashes over you and swims through your body, reaching every nerve ending and muscle. And he doesn’t stop, fucking you through it with steady thrusts that don’t relent. You’re pushing at his stomach, fingers desperately clawing at him. It’s dizzying, and you clench down harder, drawing a groan from him.

“Shit, baby,” he gasps, forehead dropping to yours. “Sweetest fucking pussy, ‘m so fucking close.”

You can only tilt your head up to capture his mouth, biting down on his bottom lip. He pulls away swearing, sweat lining his brow.

“Gonna come,” he chokes out, forehead creasing as his eyes squeeze shut. You squeeze down around him once again, and he moans.

“Come for me,” you breathe out, and he shakes his head, looking pained. His lips turn down into a pout, and though you’ve little energy in your body, you want nothing more than to sink your teeth into it. You fear that by doing this, he’s woken something in you now – there is no coming back from the monster he’s made of you, the insatiable hunger he’s called on.

“Don’t say that, baby,” he barely manages to grit out. “I can’t, I-”

He pulls himself out suddenly, fisting his cock over your body. You realise just how close he was when in a few quick strokes, he comes over your stomach, shooting onto your skin with a strangled noise.

“Fuck!”

Silence falls over the room, save for your heavy breaths. You sink back into the pillows, spent and Jason lowers himself beside you, reaching out to pull you close. You tuck yourself into his side, and the muffled sound of his heartbeat reaches you from beneath your cheek.

“How you feeling, sweetheart?” A hand settles on the dip of your back, thumb skimming across the expanse sweetly. “Talk t’me.”

“Good,” you slur out, eyes slipping closed. Your own pulse steadily throbs in your ears and you can feel the fatigue settling in your muscles, sapped of your strength. “So tired.”

“Yeah?” he questions, affection colouring his voice. You hum, nosing at him as though you could burrow closer.

“Rest a bit. I’ll get up in a moment, run you a bath,” he promises you, voice rough. “Gotta get you cleaned up.”

“You’ll come with?” you ask quietly, and he sighs, amused. He rubs your back.

“Yeah, princess, I’ll come with.”

With that, you close your eyes, letting the sounds of the city bleed in through the window. Jason’s heart beats steadily beneath you, fingers tracing up your bare spine, and you succumb to sleep.

everybody say thank you ro you're the best ro you wrote the best first proper smut fic ever ro. jk but this was so hard to get through i would like to thank miss lana del rey herself, my smut writing playlist and the guide to writing smut by @/mevima because they were my lifelines. and also my bestest friend in the world for reading over this for me despite not knowing a single thing about dc beyond the barest minimum she is my angel and guiding star everybody give her a round of applause.

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