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HSNGMSJDK I have mixed feelings on this⌠đ¤
To start off, I admittedly didnât vibe with Beloved Enemy that much either. If I were to briefly get a bit more into my own personal tastes here, it might be surprising to people who know me that I didnât like Yuan Yang as much, because he��s dog-coded (wolf-dog) and usually thatâs a character type I gravitate towards.
But there were a couple reasons for this:
The first is that Yuan Yangâs crematorium didnât personally satisfy me because I prefer the ones with full-on regret and sobbing and all that good stuff (I have learned of myself that I enjoy regret as a theme when done well MSKSFKHS). But Yuan Yang actually went forâŚan asshole route??? Which didnât exactly work well in my opinion.
I feel like thatâs maybe why I prefer Yu Fengcheng despite him not being all that dog-coded. He takes the badass top and even military man âbad boyââor at least, hooligan/sexual deviantâand does it better in terms of loyalty and eventual regret. Plus, I like his occasionally nurturing role but also how his stoicness makes his moments where he acts cute all the more memorable (kind of like how it also is with Li Yu). Heâs not that popular in the overall 188çˇĺ˘ fandom but I actually have a lot of things I like about Yu Fengchengâeven though I know the whole âconflictâ over Huo Qiao is a bit weird and weak HSMKFSHS.
(And yeah, when speaking realistically, a lot of what Yuan Yang does is very despicable. Although it didnât quite affect me the way it may have for OP.)
But the main thing is that Beloved Enemy itself isâŚquite clichĂŠ, in my opinion?
Office workers and then the top being gruff and aggressive and possessive and a âbad boyâ arenât anything new, and when I read the kidnapping plot, even though I know that and the ICU are kind of staples of the 188çˇĺ˘, I still went, âAh, this feels a bit forcedâŚâ (I also felt the same way about a slightly similar scene in My Little Poplar, but a bit less so because it contributed to some of the themes you can glean from the novel in a way I didnât feel like Beloved Enemyâs kidnapping plot does).
So funnily enough, Beloved Enemy is a story I actually think is better consumed via the manhua???
I love manhua as a medium but I fully admit, a lot of the manhua that directly adapt a novel can lose some stuff in translation, mostly in terms of expressing thoughtsâespecially when theyâre rushing to adapt every important novel scene. But the Beloved Enemy manhua, aka Tit-for-Tat, softens Yuan Yang a lot by really upping his puppy dog side, with chibis and facial expressions and stuff. And the artist translates charactersâ thoughts into the visual medium quite well!
I can actually see how Yuan Yang and Gu Qingpei are falling for each other and into each other more than I felt it in the novel itself.
Itâs thus not a surprise to me the manhua artist is a huge YuanGu loverâyou can see the passion in their adaptation DKGNSKSJ. I am still kind of dreading the actual crematorium part, which weâre nearing, but I have hopes the manhua artist will continue to soften him via the more expressive nature of art.
And well, speaking of a visual adaptationâŚ
The other reason I have my reservations about this is just kind of mixed feelings about some of the out-of-country adaptations in general??
This is a personal thing because I have a frustration at BL drama fans calling Chinese BL cdramas âbromanceâ due to the censorship when the intent is so clearly BL, so even when I like getting an uncensored adaptation, I do find some peopleâs disregard for Chinese media being Chinese in origin a bit frustrating. Like how when youâre a fan of the adaptation (whether itâs Thai, Taiwanese, or maybe even a game/donghua getting a dub), people donât think about the original.
Another for live-action adaptations is just that I prefer animated/drawn, and Iâd honestly be way more into getting an audio drama than a live-action drama (still rolling, screaming, dreaming for an official My Little Poplar audio dramaâŚ). đ
Again, these are completely personal gripes though LGNSKDJS.
I do find it interesting to hear again and again about how My Stand-In disappointed actual Professional Body Double fans because of the sanitization, but also that gap between the drama fans and the novel fans where novel fans notice drama fans condemning parts of the show as toxic even though it was toned down.
If I were to go into a tangent here, I donât believe characters and plots doing bad/dark things is automatically âproblematicâ or a sign the author condones it and I wish people wouldnât just judge characters via âdid I like them/did they annoy me/did they do a bad thing,â but thatâs a completely separate topic. Still, it does show how people just canât handle âdarkerâ stuff without finding it condemnable.
SoâŚyeah idk how thatâll go with Beloved Enemy ALFJSKFHS.
I can kind of get why they chose this for adaptation though. It may have its clichĂŠs, but hey, clichĂŠs are popular for a reason, and YuanGu are really popular. I could see most BL fans enjoying it because even if the toxicity will get criticism, some people seem really drawn to office workers and a young bad boy topping an older cunning man?
I do find it interesting though one YuanGu fan on Twitter had reservations because they felt like Beloved Enemy is really culturally Chinese and that could get lost in translation⌠Which I feel like could apply to a number of danmei, but also I guess it shows how mixed feelings about this drama seem to apply overall in both fans and non-fans of Beloved Enemy?? đ
Anyway, sorry for hijacking your post, OP, especially when our thoughts may diverge on some aspects. This just got me thinking, and when I do thinking in such a way, I tend to ramble to try and express those thoughts. đ
I will say that seeing Zhao Jinxin get adapted could be so fun! He can indeed be quite cute~
Thoughts on Beloved Enemy Getting a Thai Adaptation
Originally this was a response to another post but I think it deserves its own. To be honest I'm not confident about this project at all. This is (imo) not one of SQC's strongest works and is really really really not fitting for today's BL audience. To demonstrate what I mean, here's an alignment chart of 8 of the (current) eleven gongs/tops in the 188 series (courtesy of a moot of mine on X, link to the original thread in the description).
Ming is the guy highlighted in purple. Look at how high he is situated relative to the other guys (and this is his novel counterpart btw). Now I love (most of) my 188 blorbos so it is with true affection that I say Ming really is pretty mild for 188 standards but I remember everyone losing their collective shit over Ming and he was already sanitised in the show. Basically 99% of you can't handle Yuan Yang (or whatever his name will be in Thai). It's not even just the non-con. I'm not sure how familiar people are with the original plot of the Beloved Enemy novel but without spoiling too much, the main conflict is so vile that even I, a resident toxic yaoi enjoyer, was traumatised by it. The moot who made the chart even explained that they added the 人渣 scale specifically because of Yuan Yang. Is he uniquely bad, no, not really actually. He's just really bad in a boring basic way that I lost interest and couldn't even stand to read the extras.
Seriously, why THIS particular IP (I know why, it's for money) when Winner Takes All is right there. Look at him, Zhao Jinxin is the cutest red flag, he's not even a red flag, he's a pink flag. He will gaslight you, he gaslit me, he's the gaslighting king (actually no, that's probably Luo Yi or Shao Qun but Jinxin actually won me over so really who wins).
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izuku loves to talk about you during interviews
- anything and every topic it will ALWAYS be about you
- the question won't even be remotely related to you and still izukus answer will revolve around "y/n, my wife!!" <3
- oh, the glint in his eyes, the peaking smile when he speaks about you, lover boyyy
- the media knows he LOVE LOVES you, they think it's funny for this big, confident, mighty hero to be reduced to sap when it comes to you
- it's like his whole is personality is HIS WIFE
- the journalists lowkey get so SICK of him for this, they don't want to invite him anymore đ
- but they kinda have to, due to to his status as #1
"Good evening everyone and welcome Hero Talk! Tonight we'll be staring someone you all know and love, single handedly the greatest hero of all time, Deku! Alright, Deku how are you tonight?"
"Feeling pretty good! This is one of my wife's favorite shows, so I'm even more grateful to be here. And how are you?"
"Oh, same old. Really, just living. Now, we wanted to ask you some fun questions. Let's start with this one. Why did you want to become a hero?"
"Wow, haha! That really brings be back to my youth. When I was kid, my biggest influence was All Might, and he miraculously became my mentor. He was a good hero, and a good man. I wanted to be just like him: fearless, persevering, saving people with I smile. I would beg my mom everyday to watch this video on the computer of him saving a bunch a people. I was really swayed by All Might. I wanted to become a hero to make an impact in the world. I wanted to save people with a smile too."
"That sounds really endearing, Deku. I remember All Might's reign. He wasn't number one on the top charts all those years for nothing. So, did you ever think you'd be standing as Japan's top hero?"
"Well, it was never really my goal to become number one. That was Kacchan's- Dynamight's. My dream was, like I said, to become a hero and save others. But I have to say, it really is a blessing. I'd like to thank my Mom, All Might, my friends, and especially my wife for who I've become. My Mom has really done a lot for me growing up: protecting, encourage, and just always caring for me. All Might has kinda been that father figure for me when my Dad was away. My friends have shown me what it's like to work together and really be part of a heart. And my wife? Haha...I can't thank her enough for all the times she's been right by my side, even before we were together. Nothing I can say or do will ever be enough to express how much she means to me."
"Mm. Quite the supportive group. Your wife sounds like quite the lady!"
"She is. She's wonderful."
"Moving on to the next question, do you use social media often?"
"Occasionally, yes?? My wife uses it regularly, posting about us when we go out and stuff. It's mostly for her family to see how she's doing. She handles most of my official accounts. She says it's to be more appealing to the public, and I guess to show that there's more to heroes on the inside?? I'm not really sure, but I trust her process. Although, I'd rather be appealing to her alone."
"The public will always interested in a hero's private life! Now, Deku, what is your ideal setting of relaxation?"
"My wife doesn't like places that are too crowded or noisy, so maybe a cozy day at the beach?- but early in the morning or in the evening when the crowds calm down. Maybe a movie theatre, but days after the movie is released so it's just us together. Actually, a lazy day at home together is great too! Cooking meals and watching a movie on the couch? Really, any place is relaxing if my wife is with me."
(am i questioning Deku's wife or Deku!?) "How scenic! Those sound very fitting for you!! How about any restaurants?"
"Not really. My wife really knows how to cook, it's amazing! I love her home-cooked meals, so there's no way I'd go out of my way to a restaurant. But if my wife is feeling it, I'll be sure to make reservations."
"(sigh)"
"(smiling warmly)"
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Gyomei Himejima x Male Reader who's a demon who was rehabilitated by Tamayo and one day met Gyomei and it was like love at first sight? And M/N has like a rope/belt like power similar to Daki's? And they wanna experiment with that?đ¤
Experiments~ (Gyomei Himijima x demon male reader)~ ŕťę°ŕžŕ˝˛ËśËáşËËś ęąŕžŕ˝˛á
WC:. 2.2k
Tags binding, praises riding, no protection, soft sex (firm believer in Gyomei being a gentle giant), anal sex, size differences, belly bulging, creampies ŕŤŽę° ŕžŕ˝˛ >â¸â¸â¸< ŕžŕ˝˛ęąá
A/N Iâve never written for a blind character so please excuse any errors! Sorry it took so long to write I hope you enjoy though <33
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You were a demon. You favored Nezuko and Tamayo in the fact you didnât follow nor submit to Muzanâs cruel plans and you still kept contact with your human side. That was what led you to meeting lady Tamayo and by default she managed to rehabilitate you over time. You eventually make yourself known to the core, wanting to help the greater cause by fighting against muzan and his demons with them.
The demon slayer corp didnât trust you at all at first, I mean why would a demon of high status, no- one of Muzanâs most loyal switch sides and come to them and offer himself over?âŚwell you did and master thought the only person fit to handle and keep tabs on you was none other than the stone Hashira Gyomei.
You were forced to stay in the stone estate with Gyomei, and occasionally Genya when he stopped by. Genya was more accepting of you than Gyomei at first being that Genyaâs fighting style was him temporarily turning into a demon he was understanding
Genya was more open to the thought not all demons were bad. Gyomei on the other hand was still skeptical keeping his senses strong listening to you at night walking around the estate.
Gyomei would sense your blood demon art at night, heâd expect you to sneak off maybe hunt for food or run back to your master but you never did. You would use your blood demon art to grab things doing the most laziest things with them like opening doors grabbing a pillow that was too far out of reach,
he could tell what you were doing by the sounds of your belts and pillows ruffling. The large man might not have any sight but his other senses were heightened in every way.
Slowly over the months heâd ease his guard and stop holding his body ready like you were about to betray the core, heâd even swoon for you almost when he first heard your voice it made him question if you were really a demon because you sounded just like an angel to him.
Sadly your scent betrayed you showing to him you really were the demon that did such horrific crimes. The rehabilitation brought you close to Gyomei, and you spent most of your days together in the empty estate.
Present day the two of you have been together going close to a month and shockingly you two do have sex, one might think a religious and traditional man like Gyomei would wait for sex until marriage but nothing about his relationship with you was traditional I mean you were a demon and the two of you were both men but he didnât seem to care.
âIâm bored Gyo?â Youâd grumble all sprawled around in his lap like you were a king on a tanned flesh throne âmust you lay like that on me [name]?â Heâd sigh just reaching one hand down firm on your hip, his voice holding no true disdain having you in his lap
âyes I must!âŚand you know we could always pass time in other ways Gyomei?â Youâd lean close standing on your knees in his lap now leaning into his ear whispering using your thumb to wipe the tears running down his cheeks with his eyes open glossed over as always unblinking and pale white.
âAlways insisting sinful things to me, you really can be a from [name] pulling me into temptations with your binds..âhis slightly red beneath his skin tracing his hands to your waistband with you straddling his lap in his room of the stone estate.
âSpeaking of my bindsâŚ.wanna use mine on you when youâre stretching me out. Bind you against me skin to skin while I ride youâ you speak shamelessly nearly confident in his lap but he was totally flabbergasted, his body tense you could see red on the tips of his ears with a few hot tears pricking back down his cheek right where your thumb pressed wiping his cheek off again.
His large hands felt your pants around tracing and guiding them to the zipper making due with his lack of sight while you on the other hand let go of his cheek taking your hand down to his pants undoing his fly as he sits under you. With your belts coming out of your back wrapping around his waistband pulling them off softly before turning to blades cutting his boxers up to get his cock out
âyou are such an eager demon [name]â his voice rang in the cool night of the estate with his cock hard pressed to his shirt with a pearl like bead of pre cum sitting on his tip, clearly sensitive pulsing eager for touchâ which you were happy to give.
âYouâre eager too Gyomei, donât bother telling me different I feel itâ you murmur retracting your binds for a moment to Scoot closer lifting your shirt over your head with your cock springing free when he can finally get your boxers off.
You crawl further in his lap sitting down on his cock with it pressed between your cheeks reaching above your crack making a sticky mess in your laps
âalways feel so good, boyâ he groans grabbing your hips with his teary eyes white and wide as always grinding his cock between your cheeks easily lifting you around like a boy toy in his lap making your binds react wrapping around his back tearing through his haori leaving marks in his skin unintentionally.
âShit- didnât mean to Gyoââ you let out a sharp gasp hushed by him taking one hand off your hip keeping you firmly pressed to his cock reaching his hand up to the back of your head and shoving your face upwards leaning down eagerly kissing you into silence âitâs fine, not worried about it [name]â
He murmurs his tongue pushing past your lips into your mouth running against your cheeks pressing to your tongue making you huff using your binds to fully get his haori and shirt off with the sound of his golden buttons hitting the floor with your chest pressed to his leaving your cock weeping between your thighs pressing all leaky between your stomachs.
âPrep me already gyo..â you muffle out guiding his hand off your hip pulling your mouth off of his panting trying to catch your breadth before shoving two of his fingers down your throat âso warm babyâ he speaks his teary face all red and flushed at the lewdly of what was happening with him only being sad his prayer beads werenât around we hike his cock throbs between your cheeks producing more precum.
âIâm going, be patient or you arenât getting anything but your own fingersâ he finally broke away with a string of saliva his voice booming making a shiver run down your spine pouting pressing more to him feeling his large hand snake out of your mouth using the hand on your hip to lift you off his lap enough to push one finger inside you.
âHm, you canât do that to meâ you shriek a little panicking with your rim puckering staying still in attempt to adjust to the feeling looking up at the blind Hashira with your binds all sharp and from wrapped around his muscular back holding his larger body to yours while your jaw slacks a little feeling him thrusting his finger in and out massaging your walls curling against your prostate before trying to prod his second finger in you.
âI can, and I will if you donât get it together in my lapâ he hums now scissoring your rim open using the mix of spit on his fingers and precum from where his cock rested between your cheeks to open you up. His fingers rub against your bundle of nerves building up a hot pit in your stomach and you think he knew that too because right as your cock perked up against his stomach he pulled his fingers back out.
âWant you to cum from me, need to know my cock was what pushed you overâ his hands trail lifting you up by your hips making your binds lose grip on his back with your hands holding his muscular shoulders while he nudges his cock head against your rim. âFeels like youâre ripping me in half Gyo~â your air fled your lungs leaving you exhaling harshly feeling a burn shoot through your body but any tears quickly heal from your regeneration sealing yourself around him bottoming out inside you leaving a outline in your stomach.
âI bet you look so beautiful sitting on me like this, wish I could see your body. Iâd kiss it up in every wayâ his large arms move on your body grabbing around your waist holding you slowly starting to jerk his hips upwards from beneath you making your rim stretch further and engulf his full length feeling his balls pressed firmly to your cheeks while you dig your nails into his shoulders straddling his large lap.
âI- know you would gyo-mei~â you squeak out, your muscles tensing reaching forward kissing him nearly eating his face off moving your lips against his slipping your hand off his shoulder wrapping around the back of his neck with your binds all slithered around the two of you holding you two skin to skin. His hands hold onto hour hips bouncing you in time with his movements with your thighs on either sides of his hips filling the room with small plapâs of your asscheeks smushing to his balls getting stretched with your cock bobbing back and forth tapping your stomach with your tip an angry red.
âMh- [name] youâre clenching me so tight, boyâ a soft strained sigh leaves his lips starting to pick his pace up holding your hips down firmly groaning against your lips pulling back only to suck in air before smushing his lips back on yours rutting his hips upwards driving into you with his cock stretching you out, his veins dragging along your inner walls while you hold your arms around his neck pulling your mouth off his and shoving his face in your pecs gripping his black hair.
âJust suck emâ you moan your Adamâs apple bobbing like your cock while your binds dig at the skin in his back leaving marks from how tight you hold him to you. Gyomeiâs cock pushing and nudging into your sweet spot over and over practically bullying your prostate making you feel its pulse while his face buries into your pecs biting at one of your nipples rotating between sucking and biting with his tears dampening your s/c skin.
âI can tell youâre getting close [name], youâre clenching up more- cum for me babyâ he murmurs pressing sloppy kisses over your perked up buds holding your hips tighter making the bulge in your tummy bigger feeling a burning pain build up inside you from being fucked and spread open on him so long. One hand in Gyomeiâs hair and the other holding his shoulder firm rocking your hips downwards into his thrusts trying your hardest to feel him deeper and deeper inside you with your belts tightening even more erupting a moan from the larger man.
âOh fuck-oh Iâm gonnaâ! Iâm cumming~!â You mewl out shoving his face in your pecs harder arching your back up straight with your hips rolling erratically clenching and clamping as tight as you can around him breaking his skin with your other hand digging nails in his shoulder with your cock stiffening nearly jumping forward shooting sperm in its own groaning dropping your head forward on top of his when your cock shots a final rope of cum onto his stomach.
âThatâs a good boy, gonna make me cum wonât you?â His chin resting on your rib cage blowing on your sensitive peaks rocking his hips forwards into you slowing down going in deeper and longer thrusts trying to let your rim milk him while he hits his own climax, the muscles under your hand tensing up letting you know the fire in his loin is bursting hot feeling the first spurt enter you making you shiver your eyes half lidded getting filled up.
âSo warmâ you coo out in his lap feeling your bulging tummy bloat up some with your binds slowly loosing around him letting him go as they retract back inside your back with your regeneration healing up your once broken skin. âDid I go over board [name]?.. how are you feeling?â Heâd murmur lifting his head from your chest with a serious expression on his face needing to hear your verbal words not being able to see your reaction.
His tears flow freely down his cheeks making you sigh in his lap reaching your hand up from his hair and off his shoulder wiping his cheeks mumbling âIâm great Gyo, you were great.â Leaning in with a kiss on his cheek sitting still on his cock letting out a little hiss when you lift yourself off his cock feeling his semen slipping from your now loosened rim leaving your cheeks all slick when he grabs your waist and lays back pulling you right on top of his chest holding you laying on his mat in his personal bedroom of the stone estate letting you pull a blanket up.
âIn the morning Iâll make sure to draw you a bath inside the estate, I know your beautiful skin is sensitive to the sunlightâ he spoke in a soft tone to you holding you to him in a comfortingly tight regard rubbing at the back of your head and if it wasnât for you being a demon heâd personally take you to the saunas but he knew that wasnât possible with your inability to stand in the sun, doesnât mean he still wonât give you the great aftercare you deserve.
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Possessive Love- Jennie Kim
not proofread, might contain spelling mistakes, and even bad grammar. Please forgive those but enjoy the story. Also posted this in light of her new comeback. Enjoy!
As the door to your luxury penthouse opens, you wait for the small figure to walk inside.
"I'm homeâŚthat party was a lot- I'm ready to relax!" A voice cries out cutely.
Except she didn't hear a reply back. Looking up, she sees you glaring a cold stare at her.
"What happened? Aren't you happy that I am here?" Jennie questions as she slowly walks toward you after taking off her heels
"What the fuck are you wearing? You wore that kind of outfit in public? At a party no less where everyone was ogling you?" You bark at her.
"Nobody was doing anything! I wore it because it was sexy. Why? do you not like it?" Jennie says, knowing very well you didn't but she still wanted to see how jealous you got
You glare your eyes at her even more.
"Too sexy. That is the problem."
Jennie rolls her eyes. "I can wear what I want. I'll do whatever I want!" She rebuts.
That pushes you over the edge, rationality completely leaving your mind!
You grab Jennieâs neck and pull her closer, tightening your grip around her neck.
"No you don't. You are mine! and you will only wear what I deem good enough for you! Just because you are the "CEO" of your company doesn't mean you can do what you want. You know I am the reason you hold that position right," You ask. Pulling her close enough to feel her breath on your lips
Your lips are on her in an instant and you roughly have your other hand touching her chest.
"I know your feet are sore from those heels. You did all this shit on purpose didn't you?" As you continue to kiss her, you drag her, walking backward to the sofa. Plopping down, you break the kiss and stare deep into her eyes.
"Baby girlâŚgo sit on the other end of the sofa and get Daddy's cock nice and hard with those pretty feet of yours."
"Yes, I did this on purpose, given how busy you have been. I needed to pull something like this to finally get you to myself," Jennie says as she settles down on the other side of the sofa.
Jennie's feet slowly rub your clothed cock. Those pretty nails painted completely in matte black looked perfect rubbing your cock "Baby girlâŚyou know you're one of my favorite slutsâŚI don't give keys to any of the mansions or penthouses to just anyoneâŚit's a very short list.."
But Jennie slowly drags her toes across your pants, letting you feel her nails scratching just a bit. She pouts seductively.
"SuzyâŚJisoo, RosieâŚNaeunâŚTzuyuâŚSeolhyun..IreneâŚ" She begins to rattle off names.
You grasp her ankles and hold them down to keep the pressure on your cock. "Shut up. Don't waste your time thinking about themâŚDaddy is with you now princess so get to work."
"Show daddy what he has been missing? Show me why I should have you around me 24/7!" You say, hoping to get Jennie's competitive nature out.
It does, she immediately pulls your pants down and wraps her feet around your cock pumping it hard and fast
"Does daddy like my feet? do they feel good? None of the other sluts can ever use their feet as good as me can they now Daddy?" Jennie asks
You withhold a moan. She got aggressive right awayâŚgoodâŚ
"Mhmm..baby girl..you know Jisoo and RosieâŚhave some of my faves-"
But Jennie keeps pumping and then takes her left foot and scrunches her toes at your tip. Her right foot scrapes along your shaft but she then tries to put a part of your cock between her big and middle toe.
"What were you saying, Daddy? Am I getting you hard? Your cum will look so good all over my black polish. And DaddyâŚmy feet are so sore from those heelsâŚI'm sure you'll love the flavor later as you're fucking meâŚ"
"Oh someone is jealous!" You tease Jennie, knowing very well that she would take this as provocation.
"I'm not jealous, I'm just speaking the truth," Jennie says as she continues to work your cock with her feet, occasionally playing with the tip. She knew how much you loved footjobs and she was taking full advantage of it.
"Fuck, princess your feet feel so good around my cock" You moan, you didn't want to boost her ego but she was in fact making you feel amazing right now
Jennie smirks and brings her feet together again on either side of your cock, rubbing her soles furiously up and down your hard mast.
"Tell me I'm better than themâŚno..I want Rosie and Jisoo to hear itâŚI'm the best right?" She says taking out her phone and hitting record.
"Quite the feisty little one aren't you? Do you really think you are better than them? And what if I tell them that? Don't you think they would barge in immediately and take away your personal time with me?" You question her. Hoping she would stop her call.
Jennie pauses for a moment but makes the call anyway, first to Rosie.
You narrow your eyes at the bratty girl but you know you'd turn this on her soon.
"That wasn't your brightest idea princess, You are going to regret calling Rose especially in the situation that we are currently in," You say to Jennie as she continues to play with your cock.
Rosie picks up the call.
"Hi! What's up?" She says, her Aussie accent like honey.
Jennie smirks. "I just wanted to call you because I'm with Daddy right nowâŚ" She says in a teasing manner.
"And you thought of calling me now? Tell me where you guys are. So we can have a nice conversation in person," Rose says catching on to what Jennie was trying to do
Jennie sticks her tongue out.
"No. I have him all to myselfâŚI'm giving him a footjob, better than anything you've ever done."
Rosie rolled her eyes, now seeing what this call was really about.
"Yeah yeah, keep believing that. I know for sure that my footjobs are a 100 times better than yours," Rose says, infuriating Jennie
Rosie presses on.
"I'm his favorite for feet if not one of his..maybe Jisoo and Suzy tooâŚhe has lotsâŚI know what he likesâŚwhy do you think I show mine off so much, especially with white polish? Yours are smaller and stubbierâŚthere is no way you could beat meâŚ"
"Fuck you bitch, your just jealous that his cock isn't in between your feet. I have him squirming under my feet right now all while you get nothing," Jennie fires back.
As Jennie continues to stroke your cock, you get an alert on your phone about the new photos and magazine release and you frown.
You were beyond shocked when you saw those pics. You grab Jennie by her hair and pull her toward you
"What the fuck do you think you have been doing? Why are you going around posing like a slut for these magazines?" You question your blood boiling because of how naughty these pics are.
"I'm done." You quickly get off the couch rummage through a drawer and pull out a collar.
"Collar, now. You need to be punished." You say coldly, leaving no room for argument.
The tone of your voice made it clear that you were angry, and this was beyond what Jennie had expected. She knew you would get angry but now she was in completely unknown territory to her, so she got on her knees in front of you
You stare coldly at her.
"You need to have my permission before shoots like thisâŚto dress like a slut for all to see? What a dirty bitch you are. If what you want is for everyone to see you that way, fine. You're free to goâŚ"
You step forward and stroke her cheek though, looking down at her.
"Or you can be a good girl and know your fucking placeâŚput the collar on and tell Daddy how sorry you are."
Jennie takes the collar from your hand and puts it on. She knew what she did was way beyond what you tolerated and she also knew that if you wanted you could leave her here all hot and bothered and never be allowed to be in the same room as you ever again. Jennie couldn't live without you. Your dick was the only thing that could satisfy her greedy little pussy.
"I am really sorry daddy, I just wanted to get your attention. I didn't think that you would be this angry," Jennie apologizes.
But you knew you had to push her, watch her break.
"Rosie's still on the callâŚmaybe I should just go to her and fuck her brains outâŚJisoo tooâŚor any of the other hundreds of girls I could have at my beck and call right now. Tell me how fucking sorry you are. Are you stupid? Are you an attention-seeking whore?"
"I am so fucking sorry Daddy. I have been a dumb bitch. I will never do it again!" Jennie begged, she cut the call and was now on her knees her head near your feet.
You could see her body literally shaking in fear. Fear of you throwing her away and never even thinking about her again. She couldn't fathom the thought of you not filling up her tight pussy all because she wanted to be a whore in a magazine shoot so that you would show her some attention
"Don't look down on the ground! Look at me. What am I to you, Jennie? You could have anyone you want..you could get any dick you want, especially now after these pics. So go then, you can keep the collar but get the fuck out of my apartment. I. Am. Done. With. You."
"NO no! please please forgive me, Daddy. Pleasee I won't ever do this again. Don't make me leave pleasee. I NEED YOU. I don't care about anyone else. I want Daddy only you Daddy all the others are nothing compared to you," Jennie begged, tears spilling out like a broken dam.
The gravity of the situation was beyond what she could handle, she realized the magnitude of what she had done and it was killing her.
"Then you better fucking empty my ballsâŚwhatever the fuck I want. You're just my slut to useâŚso suck my cock better than you ever have in your dirty life."
Hearing this Jennie gets to work, playing and worshipping your cock like never before. The pure fear of you throwing her away showed a side of her that you never thought you would see.
You roll your head back with pleasure.
"Fuck yes, baby girlâŚprove your worth to your DaddyâŚfucking choke on itâŚworship itâŚ" You hold her head in place with one hand and begin thrusting harshly, slamming your tip against her throat's walls.
Jennie takes it well. She was willing to do anything and everything to make sure that you were happy with her again. her tears now flowing due to the big cock down her throat.
"You fucking love this don't you? Being used like the whore you are. That is all that you are to meâŚYour tears are a result of your insolence.."
You keep bashing your cock inside her mouth. "Just fucking on it all.." You try and push your cock down her throat..your balls hitting her chin and lips and you keep it there, testing how long she could hold her breath.
Jennie slowly began loving it. After her throat had adjusted to the size of your massive cock, she started to enjoy it, her pussy getting wetter than it already was. This was just another signal to you that you could keep going
You had to contain your surpriseâŚshe was adjusting? She would be hard to breakâŚbut maybe you just needed to break her spirit and heart instead..break her mindâŚmake her unable to live, to think, to even breathe without your touch and cock.
Jennie looked up at you her eyes full of tears but there was a look almost like she was hoping you would compliment and forgive her because of how well she was doing but you knew that this was only the beginning.
"What is that? Are you seeking my approval? Do you think that was good enough? How stupid. Tell me, what good are you to me?"
You say touching her cheek again and brushing her hair, she really was beautiful like this, not that you would ever admit it.
She tries to take your dick out of her mouth to reply to you but you push it back in surprising her all the way down her throat not allowing her to breathe. you pull out by yourself after having your cock in her for a few seconds. Finally giving Jennie some much-needed air
"I didn't tell you to take it out now did I? You only do everything that I tell you to? A pretty little slut like you doesn't need to think. See we ended up in this horrible situation because of you thinking," You say.
"Strip JennieâŚstrip and lie down on the floor and spreadâŚlet me see that dirty pussyâŚlet me see your slutty body on full display only for me.."
"yes, Daddy," is all Jennie says before following your command, She was now lying on the cold hard marbled floor. completely naked, her legs spread open and her pussy visibly drenched.
"you are awfully wet aren't you, for someone who is being punished. Maybe I am being too nice to you" You say.
"I wonder how long you would stay there if I command it..I wonder if you would resist any of my requests? If I wanted to sit on you and choke my cock down your throat? If I wanted to piss all over your body? If I wanted to shove a toy in your cunt and take you to the edge until your mind breakâŚshow me your loyalty, baby girl."
"anything daddy. I am willing to do anything for you to forgive my stupidity, please. I just don't want you to throw me away." Jennie begs.
You smirk and decide to test her wordsâŚyou approach her and gently sit atop her chest. You line up your cock to her mouth and slam down forcefully, making her choke. Your balls hit her chin once again but this time gravity and your floor trapped her helpless body.
"I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth and who knows I might even piss in it." Jennie tries her best to adjust to your roughness and eventually, she does, her eyes gleaming in excitement at the thought of you pissing right down her throat. Seeing as you weren't going to throw her away immediately she was quite happy as this was exactly what she wanted and a little more.
You growl as you thrust harshly against her throat.
"Fucking take it, baby girl..you stupid whore! I want to hear you beg for my cum..for my piss down your throat..fucking beg like a stupid slut!"
The rougher you got the more Jennie responded. Her hands gripping your thighs, not to stop you but to keep you from sliding out of her mouth. Her pussy making a mess on the marble floor. She desperately needed any stimulus but she wasn't getting any
"I know what you want, baby girlâŚbut did you think you wouldn't be punished? NoâŚI'm going to call another slut of my choosing and I'm going to fuck their brains out in front of you. You'll understand how it feels when I see wear those outfits for others."
You can see the panic set in her eyes. She wanted you all to herself. Didn't care about what you were doing to her but she didn't want any other bitch putting her nasty hands on you especially when Jennie was in the same room.
You knew this was the thing she would hate the mostâŚlosingâŚlosing youâŚlosing you to someone elseâŚmaybe someone youngerâŚsomeone who had potentialâŚthe creeping idea that you could replace her, not with just someone of her caliber like her bandmates, noâŚsomeone so much lesserâŚbut who would you call?"
Many options came to your mind, and one of them was Julie. A new idol who was very well-loved and was also hailed as the next Jennie because of her sexy acts on stage. Maybe calling her would send Jennie off the edge completely breaking her. Or natty was also another option, your options were potentially unlimited.
You make a decision and grab your phone, deciding to call Julie.
"I want you here now. I'll send you the address. Get here quickly." You say coldly and then hang up.
Jennie shakes her head, trying to push your cock out of her mouth. To tell you something but you couldn't care about what she had to say
"Did tell you to move?" you ask.
Jennie nods her head.
" then why the fuck are you trying to move?" You ask again, showing her who is in control
You then go grab a couple of items, one was a tiny pill, and the other a vibrator to be inserted.
"I'm going to stuff this in you and turn it on..don't you dare fucking cum and take your pill." You say, forcefully shoving the pill down her throat.
It was something you had developedâŚthose who consumed the pill would have all their senses heightened but it only responded to your scent and your touch. It was the ultimate activation of all their desire and senses, making most of them brain mush for you. Their horniness would be beyond control.
Tears were rolling down her eyes. But she did exactly as you instructed. Taking the pill and waiting for you to put the prepped vibe into her pussy
"Daddy please, I will be a good girl. I will do anything you want. Please just tell whoever you called to go back. Whoever it is, I can be better than them. You know me, right Daddy? Pleaseee," Jennie pleads hoping that you would change your mind before she came.
The pill was already taking its effect on Jennie's body. Her hand slowly tugged her nipple. Her body heated up much more, her pussy creating a puddle much bigger than before.
You smirk and again stroke her face with your hand, but even that simple touch makes her squirt and shriek.
"You must be on fire right nowâŚyou desire so me badly right nowâŚyour body craves it, is starved for itâŚgoodâŚit will hurt all the more. I think you'll hate who I chose to receive my seed today."
Jennie's body still recovering from something as simple as a touch. Her body felt like it was as hot as the fucking sun and the only thing that was keeping her even the least bit sane was your scent that lingered in the room
"D-daddy, pleaseee. Touch me, Use me, Destroy me. Please," Jennie managed to whisper as she tried her best not to rub her swollen clit.
"Did I even permit you to speak? You'll stay there until I tell you otherwise. Stay on the floor, I want to watch you squirm until she arrives."
Not being able to keep her legs open any more Jennie closes them rubbing her tighs together. Trying her best to quell her thirst for your touch. The fact that you were just sitting her was already driving her crazy. All she could think about was your cock and all the ways you could shove it into her.
You then chuckle and activate the vibrator inside her pussy too, you control its tempo and power, making sure to edge her without letting her cum.
The sudden pleasure provides a small sense of relief from the immense heat inside of her but it soon becomes worse. She was now being tortured both physically and mentally. Her body went into overdrive with all the pleasure and her mind slowly turned into mush.
"Beg..speak baby girlâŚhow are you feeling hmm?"
"It's so hot daddy. my body⌠My body is burning. I need you Daddy pleasee, it is-"
Jennie wasn't able to finish her sentence as you turned up the vibrator. Her body jerked with the sudden increase in pleasure, she was now grabbing at her tits trying her best not to let her hand near her pussy because all it would take was a single touch and she would come undone.
"This is your punishment baby girlâŚwhat's wrong? Don't like the vibrator? Your body is burning thanks to the effects of my toys and yetâŚyou just can't have me."
"hngggh daddy I need you, this vibrator doesn't do anything it is just-" Jennie isn't able to finish the sentence as you increase the intensity.
"You need me? Do you need me? Then why dress like a slut in public for all to see? You break my rules, baby girlâŚ"
"I'm sorry Daddy I am ssooo sorry I won't do it again. So please, please just touch mee!!" Jennie whines.
you grunt as you rush over and yank the vibrator out before shoving my cock inside her pussy without warning and kissing her. Thanks to the special item and now my touch, her body was overwhelmed and her brain was going to be turned into mush.
The pleasure completely overtook her body. her brain could focus on nothing but your cock that was stretching her pussy. It was like finding water in a desert for Jennie. She didn't just want it her body needed this
"Is this what you wanted baby girl? What you needed?" I growl and kiss her and begin to drill into her pussy with abandon.
"Who the fuck owns you? Who owns this pussy? As I slap my balls against her folds and bury my cock inside her walls over and over over.
Jennie couldn't say anything, her brain completely turned to mush with the overbearing pleasure from your cock.
She wanted to answer you, but her brain wasn't able to produce a sensible answer. All that came out of her mouth were mumbles of nonsense in between moans.
"I asked you a question!" I shout as I then pull out my cock from her pussy and don't let it touch her.
"No! no, please put it back in daddy, my pussy, my body, and my everything belongs to Daddy, daddy owns every single inch of my body, it's his to use," Jennie manages to say as her body revolts from the lack of stimulus at her pussy.
You then hammer my cock back into her pussy and kiss her deeply before starting back again roughly. You choke her neck and begin battering her pussy again, making sure your head reached the depths, practically knocking at her walls.
The room is filled with the sound of moans and bodies slapping against each other. The pleasure was just perfect for Jennie, you could see her eyes roll back and her pussy wrapping around your cock tightly almost as if it was trying to hold you in there.
"Never forget who you belong to, baby girl. Never forget who owns this pussy, your holes, who decides what you wear and when. Never forget your place as my cock hungry cumslut!"
"yes yes yes daddy. I belong to you only you. I will do anything and everything you say so please pleasee just keep pounding my pussy Daddy," Jennie screams
I can only focus on the relentless drilling of her cunt, over and over against the sturdy floorâŚto ruin the mighty and world-class Jennie Kim.
"Take it allâŚcum for me baby girl."
"Hnghhh fuckkk!" Jennie screams and cums all over your cock. It's like a dam broke, water gushing all over your cock.
"That's my good girlâŚ" Her extra juices only helped me slide into her tight cunt as I chased my own release and merely used her flesh for my desires.
"Fuck fuck fuckk daddy! Too much fuck I'm losing my mind daddy!" Jennie moans
"Too much baby girl? It's never enough baby girl. I decide when it's too much or else I'll just stop right now and I won't empty my seed in you. Do you want your pussy to remain starved? I can give my seed to a different whore. Just shut up and take my cock!"
"no no please I need it! yes Daddy give me your cum please," Jennie moans
"Good!" I grunt and keep slamming into her pussy, deeper, harder, rougher, drilling into her cunt as deep as possible.
"I'm close baby girlâŚbeg for it."
"Yes, Daddy cum in me please! dump all that thick baby batter into my pussy pleasee! Fucking breed me Daddy I need that fucking cum pleasee!!" Jennie screamed as you continued to pound into her
"That's it, baby girl! Yes. I'll breed you. I'll unload into this fucking cunt..this cunt that belongs to me. You dirty whoreâŚwhat is that song of yours called? Mantra? The only mantra I want to hear is your screams, breed me, Daddy..breed me. I'm your whore. Now say it back!"
"yes breed me please please pleaseee," Jennie's begging was going to send you over the edge soon
It gave me the extra boost I needed as I spear her pussy with more powerful thrusts before erupting..gushing a hot stream of thick white batter..blasting it like a cannon.
"Fuck yes! Take it all baby girlâŚ" You're mine.." I say kissing her lips fiercely before biting at her neck
"FUCKKKK, it's so hot Daddy! It feels so fucking amazing in my belly. you are cumming so much that you might actually breed me," Jennie says
"You'd give it all up for me, wouldn't you princess? Your entire career to be bred by me?"
I ask giving a few more thrusts making sure every drop was deposited in her walls.
"Yes, Daddy I would give up everything for you, all you have to do is say the word and it's done."
"Not yet baby girl, but congrats on your song releaseâŚ" Just don't go out wearing shit I don't approve of okay?"
"Yes Daddy I won't"
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"Don't you dare think about cancelling, you are going on that date," your best friend's voice rang out of your phone on speaker while you were choosing a dress for tonight.
You turned to look at the phone, as if your best friend was standing there, "I'm not going to cancel, I just don't know what to wear," you responded, placing another dress against your body but frowning.
"Wear that one sexy red dress you have, who knows, you might just get laid tonight."
You shuffled through your closet, finding the red dress in the back, which was expected since you didn't wear it in a long time. You held it out in front of you, "don't you think it's too revealing for the first date? Maybe I could wear this next time."
It was a backless, short garment with two straps. While the back was revealing, so was the front, which featured two cutouts around the hips and exposed a bit of cleavage due to the lack of material.
Your friend hummed, "so we're planning a second date as well huh?" You could basically hear her smirk on the other end. "Well I hope this date goes well," you reasoned, but the jittery feeling didn't go away.
"You and Max are already good friends who happen to flirt occasionally, what could go wrong?" Then after a short pause, she added, "actually no, don't answer that. Try your blue dress, I bet he'd like to see you in blue."
After almost every interaction you've had with Max, starting from the grocery store, you've told your friend everything. Which is why when she suggested wearing blue, you weren't opposed to it.
Putting your red dress back in the closet for another time, which was hopefully soon, you held a navy blue dress in your hand, examining it before holding it up against your body.
While this one, like the red dress, had two straps holding it together, it was longer, reaching a few inches past your knees and including a little slit down the side for convenience.
"Alright, this is the one," you stated and continued conversing with your friend while you changed and began doing your makeup.
"So Bella is at Tyler's?" She asked, making you nod before realizing that she couldn't see you. "Yeah, she'll be there for the weekend."
"Oh how fun!" You could hear the sarcasm in her voice and chuckled, "it's fine, she should be spending time with her dad."
"The same one who called her overdramatic? Did you seriously have to have a kid with a guy like him?" This was a conversation you've had with her many times, and you would always reply with the same answer, "we were young and immature, but Isabella is the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"She truly is, which makes me glad that she turned out like you more than him." You chuckled, "oh trust me, I am glad about that too. It would've been a nightmare if I had to see a little version of him all the time."
"So, speaking of Isabella, how are you going to tell her that you are dating someone who happens to be her favourite person in her favourite sport?"
You groaned, "I don't know, I really don't know. I can't stop thinking about it, because of what Tyler told me," you explained. "Are you still believing his words? Actually scratch that, why are you letting your ex determine your future relationship?"
"God, why do you have to ask such questions," you muttered, taking a moment to think about your response.
"I don't want to believe him, I have a feeling something else happened that day which he didn't tell me about. Plus he's not only my ex, he's the father of my child. I don't think of him as anything more than that."
"Honestly that asshole shouldn't even be considered the father of such a beautiful little girl," your friend stated, and you couldn't help but agree with her.
"Anyways, let's not talk about him, I don't want to ruin my mood before the night even starts," you comment, with your friend humming in agreement.
"You're right, let's talk about Max!" She exclaimed, making you chuckle. That's whom you ended up talking about for the remainder of the time you were getting ready.
Even though she knew all the details right from day one, she wanted another whole story time of how you and Max met, leading up to when he asked you out. Instead of opposing to repeat the story, which you don't even know how many times you've told her by now, you happily told her all the details as if it was the first time.
A few minutes after you ended the phone call with your best friend, your phone rang again which you initially thought was a call from Max. However, it was a call from an unknown number.
You answered the call, and you were met with a woman's panicking voice on the other end, "is this Isabella's mother?"
"Yes, who is this?" You asked first, calming down the inner voices that instantly thought about the worse possible scenario involving your daughter.
"I'm Emma, I don't know if you know me but I am actually at the hospital, with Isabella." You tightened your grasp on the phone, as it was close to slipping away from your hands at Emma's words.
"What happened and which hospital are you at?" You instantly began moving around your house, finding your car keys as you waited for a response.
Emma told you the address as you were leaving through the front door. "She had a severe allergic reaction, and I thought it would be best to bring her to the hospital. I am sorry for disturbing you, I wasn't able to get in touch with Tyler."
You took a deep breath in, knowing that it was bound to happen someday, even though you would rather not have it happen at all. "I'm on my way, should be there in ten minutes. Thank you for letting me know."
It would've been pointless to argue with her, especially since she was the one who informed you of the situation at hand and had the decency to take your daughter to the hospital.
You rushed into the hospital within eight minutes, a record time for you, and you might've broken a few speeding laws but it was for a good reason. It didn't take too long finding Isabella, considering she was in the ER, with a frantic woman standing nearby, whom you assumed was Emma.
As soon as she spotted you, her first words to you was another apology, "I am so, so sorry, I had no idea she had a peanut allergy." That led you towards one question, well more than one but you started off with just one, "what happened?"
She sighed, before telling you how she spent the entire day with Isabella. "One of my friends came by and dropped off some baked goods, I swear I had no idea that it had peanuts in it."
You reasoned that if you calmed her down, it would calm you down as well, because the increasing dread in your thoughts would not benefit you in any situation. You put your hands on her shoulders, "I'm not blaming you for it, you didn't know."
You looked at the doors leading to the ER, "how bad was it?" Emma hesitated before muttering words that made your heart ache, "really bad, she started swelling up everywhere and then passed out."
You tried to sit down, but the need to know her well-being caused you to walk back and forth in the hallway. Your phone buzzed in your hand, and you were about to ignore it until you recalled something really important.
"Shit!" Max was calling. Of course he was, after all he was expecting you to be home and ready for a date tonight.
"Hey, I'm standing at your front door, are you home or?" He started and awkwardly chuckled, causing you to shut your eyes, imagining how the night was expected to go. He was probably holding a bouquet of flowers, looking like an idiot standing by the door because you weren't home.
"Max, I'm so sorry, I'm actually at the hospital." There was no reason to lie, but even after telling the truth, you didn't feel any less guilty.
"What happened? Are you okay? Is Isabella okay?" His response was quick, and slightly surprising but you've known Max long enough that his kindness wasn't as shocking anymore.
"It's Isabella, allergic reaction," you briefly described, and heard some shuffling around on the other end before he asked for the address. "You don't have to come," you told him as you normally did, but he didn't agree again, saying "I want to."
You didn't argue with him, as your heart warmed at the fact that Max wanted to see Isabella himself, and stay right by your side until she was completely fine.
Quickly telling him the address as you noticed a doctor walking towards you and Emma, you hung up the call. "Which one of you is the patient's guardian?"
You stepped forward, "I'm her mother, how is she?"
"It was an anaphylactic allergic reaction, however everything is under control. We've administered epinephrine but we will be moving her to the ICU for a few hours just for observation purposes in case the symptoms are back."
You let out a sigh in relief, as did Emma. "Thank you," you nodded towards the doctor. Once they left, you sat down, the anxiousness leaving your body.
Looking at Emma, who was standing against the wall in front of you, you had another question brewing in your mind. "Where was Tyler when all this happened?" You asked, remembering that she called you only because she couldn't reach him.
"He said he had an emergency meeting come up," Emma spoke her words carefully, earning raised eyebrows from you. "He left you alone with my daughter?" You had to confirm the words you were hearing and scoffed once she nodded.
"It's not your responsibility to take of my child, it's his. You're not her guardian nor babysitter, you shouldn't have to do that." Emma shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal, "it's not the first time."
"How dare he?" You muttered under your breath before standing up and stepping closer to her. "We both have epipens for situations like this, and I am assuming that since you didn't know about her allergy, Tyler didn't tell you about the epipen either?â
Emma shook her head, "no, he didn't."
His lack of attention, led Isabella right to this moment. If he had told Emma about your daughter's allergy, or even what to do when she has allergic reaction, neither of you would be this worried about her health.
Emma, having realizing the depth of the situation, sighed, "I haven't been able to get a hold of him and if it weren't for Isabella constantly talking about you and telling me your phone number to the point where I had it memorized, I wouldn't have known what to do in this situation."
You pitied the woman standing in front of you, especially as you also knew that it was not her fault. You cracked a smile, "she talks about me huh?"
"Oh yeah, she considers you the best mother in the world, and based on her stories, I agree with her."
Then, you heard Max calling your name, walking towards you in a rush. He instantly wrapped an arm around your waist as if it was an instinct, "is she okay?"
Emma stepped away, picking up her phone for another useless attempt of calling her boyfriend.
You wrapped both arms around Max, bringing him in a hug, "yeah, she's okay."
Once he pulled back, he cradled your face with his palms, "are you okay?" You smiled, and your eyes filled with unshed tears because of his question. "Much better now."
Then, Max noticed your outfit which happened to be the dress you were supposed to wear on your date. "Wow," he breathed, his gaze unwavering, taking you in.
He was also dressed up, wearing a suit with a bow tie, and you couldn't help but reach up to touch it, "cute," you commented, making him raise his brows.
"Cute?" He repeated with a questioning tone. You nodded, biting your bottom lip to prevent a smile. "Cute and handsome."
"You are beautiful," he replied, watching as you avert your eyes because his gaze was intense.
"Oh, Max, this is Emma," you decided to introduce them, and added, "she's the one who brought Isabella here."
Max raised an eyebrow in question, "I thought Isabella was with Tyler?" He asked, directed at you more than Emma.
"Well, he wasn't home when this happened, only Emma and Isabella," you stated, and Max gauged your emotions for a moment, quickly recognizing the underlying rage you had directed at your ex. Max knew you'd be discussing this later, in the safety of your own house, so he didn't ask you to elaborate.Â
A nurse came by, "Isabella is now conscious, and asking for her parents," they stated, along with the room number.
Emma looked at you and Max with a fond smile, before turning towards you, "I think I should get going now that you're here."
A genuine smile graced your lips, "thank you, Emma, for bringing her here and for staying with her even without him."
"Of course, she's the cutest little girl and I'm glad to get to know her." Both of you stood still for a moment, debating on whether or not you should hug her. Then, without thinking twice you initiated a hug that was easily welcomed by her.
You waited till she left your sights before looking at Max, "let's go?" You held out your hand but he shrugged, "she's asking for her parents, you should go."
You stepped forward and grabbed his hand, "you're coming with me," you decided for him. Although Max didn't pull away, he asked, "what if she doesn't want to see me?"
"Trust me, she'll be happy to see you," you convinced him and walked towards the room she was admitted in while holding each other's hand.
When you entered, Isabella's smile widened once she spotted you and Max. "Mama, Maxy!" She cheered, though quieter than usual.
A nurse stood by her side, monitoring her health and checking the IV drip inserted into your daughter's arm.
"Oh my angel, how are you?" You dropped Max's hand and walked closer to her, lightly kissing her forehead. Instead of a verbal response, she formed a thumbs up with her hand.
Then she looked at the door again, "is daddy coming too?" Isabella asked, sounding hopeful. You shook your head, "no sweetheart, daddy is not coming."
Instead of the usual deflated mood, she shrugged, "it's okay, Maxy's here." She held her arms around asking for a hug, only flinching for a moment since she forgot about the drip connected to her arm.
Max quickly stepped forward, bending over to hug her. "All good, Bella?" He asked, once he felt her arms wrap around him tighter. She nodded for a moment then shook her head against him, "it hurts," she whispered.
He brought his hand up to ruffle her hair before pulling away, "you are a very brave girl."
"Really?" She asked, and scooted over a little so Max could sit beside her. He nodded, "of course! Very brave."
She beamed, snuggling closer to him before looking at you. "Mama, come here," she patted the other side, and surprisingly the three of you were able to fit on the very small hospital bed.
A nurse was constantly in the room, checking in on Isabella's health from time to time and since there weren't any repeated symptoms of an allergic reaction, the three of you were out of the hospital in a few hours.
Max followed you in his car, and carried your sleeping daughter inside the house. Instead of taking her straight to her bedroom, he laid her down on the couch in case she wakes up and needs her mother.
It was safe to say that you were not going too far away from her any time soon.
You were in the kitchen, filling up a glass of water when he returned. He stood behind you, with his hands trailing down your sides before resting on your waist, and his chin on your shoulder. "Did I tell you how stunning you look?"
You hummed, "maybe a few times but I don't mind hearing it again."
He turned you around in his grasp, "well, you look breathtakingly beautiful."
You blushed, "you and your compliments," you chuckled. "What's wrong with it?" He asked, but you shook your head, "nothing, it's just I'll never get bored of hearing it."
He smiled, "good, because you'll be hearing at least one every day."
You tilted your head to the side, "every day? Are you sure you won't run out?" He shook his head, "not unless you keep finding ways to make me speechless."
Both of you remained in that position for a moment but then you frowned, "I'm sorry,"
"For what?" He tilted your chin up as soon as you averted your gaze away from him. "We weren't able to go on the date."
Max let out a sound in protest, "I'm pretty sure your daughter's health matters so much more than our date night. Plus the night isn't over," he added with a smile, confusing you even further.
"What does that mean?" He parted away from you and it quickly made you miss the warmth that his body provided you. "Why don't you go change into something comfortable," he suggested, almost pushing you out of the kitchen.
You weren't opposed to the idea, so you went upstairs to change after checking on your daughter. You found the most comfortable pair of sweatpants and a shirt, and removed your makeup as well.
Walking back downstairs, you saw Max waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you. He had removed his blazer and bow tie, unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as well.
He held out his hand, waiting for your hand to hold his, and although you were confused, you wouldn't pass up an opportunity to hold his hand.
"It's not much, definitely not up to first date standards but we'll manage," he commented as he led you to the kitchen table where he had prepared two packets of instant noodles.
"I haven't been on a date in forever so anything you do will set my standards." You smiled when you noticed the lit candle.
"Well, then I will raise your standards next time by taking you out on a proper date." He held the chair out for you, waiting for you to sit before rounding the table and sitting down himself.
It took two minutes before Max moved his own chair right next to yours because he didn't want to sit on the opposite side. You chuckled at his antics but it was much appreciated.
"What's on your mind?" he asked once he saw you visibly thinking. You shrugged, "I don't think we should be discussing these thoughts on a first date."
"This is far from what a first date should be like, so there are no rules. I know you want to talk about what happened at the hospital," he prompted and he was spot on, so you agreed.
"I can't believe he actually left Isabella under Emma's supervision. Not that there is anything wrong with her, but it's not her responsibility!" Max nodded in agreement, "where was he?"
"In a fucking meeting," you exasperated, eating another forkful of the noodles. "It must've been very stressful for Emma," you sighed, finishing your short rant because you truly had no words for your ex's irresponsible behaviour.
Still, Max listened to every word. Once you were finished eating, he turned your chair towards him. "We can agree on the fact that he is an incompetent father."
"Yeah, I don't even know what would've happened if Emma wasn't there either. He surely wouldn't have left Bella alone right?"
Max shrugged, "hey, stop worrying about what could've happened. Bella's safe, she's okay." He placed a palm on your cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.
You nodded, "you're right." Making eye contact with him, you were quickly lost in his gaze. While it almost made you want to look away, you couldn't.
"You know," you started, wanting to divert away from the current topic. He hummed, urging you to go on.
"I don't really care for an extravagant date, all I really need is you. I'm happy with this, with us." He smiled, to the point where you could notice the creases forming at the corners.
"I'm happy with us too, but I will be taking you out on an extravagant date because you deserve it, as well as much more."
You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that it would be hard to convince Max otherwise, but you could think of a few ways to try when the time comes.
"Thank you for being here with me," you added, needing him to know about your appreciation. Your words also hinted at all the moments he shared with you, and Isabella.
He seemed to understand your hint, "I'm glad to be here with you, both of you."
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Light On Simon Riley/female reader (mama) & Emmaline Valentine's Day special This was heavily requested when I was still writing for these three. Light On is finished, but holidays make me sentimental. Consider this a little treat for Valentine's Day
The aquarium is a zoo.
Once, the throngs of people, masses of children and parents swirling around and screaming, running and jumping all over the place would make him uneasy, unsettle him, drive him back to his apartment, to the dark.
Once.
Now, he navigates it well. Confidently. He's here with his family, his girls. He even enjoys it, taking in all the tanks, the fish, the stingrays, the sharks, and he's proud, when Emma manages to screech out the word fish here and there, giving her positive encouragement, sliding the cloth mask down to place a quick kiss to the top of her head.
He grounds himself with one hand on the small of your back, the other pushing an empty stroller. Having you close, within arm's reach, numbs the anxiety constantly buzzing in the back of his mind, and he tucks you into his side every time you'll let him. Emmaline occasionally peers at him over your shoulder, or when he's not immediately in her line of sight, whips her head back and forth, trying to figure out where he's gone.
"'m right here." He soothes, rubbing her back. "Right here, baby girl." You roll your eyes, smile sweet for him, for her, and lean forward, smacking a big kiss on her cheek before pointing at the curved glass of the tank.
"Look, Emma!" A group of jellyfish drift weightlessly in the middle of the room, and he urges the two of you forward so she can see, unbothered by the five and six year olds that jostle one another around his legs. She shrieks with glee, giggling like mad when she smacks her hand against the glass as hard as she can, earning her an immediate, soft redirection from you.
"Gentle, baby. Gentle." Her little brow furrows, frustrated, and she bobbles in your arms, turning again to find him. He's about to reach for her, give your back a break, when she starts to babble, high pitched sounds gurgling into a jumble of words and-
"Dada." Your eyes go round. "Dadadada..."
Simon's heart breaks open inside his chest, torrent of emotion crashing over him, washing him away in the wake. A palm claps over your mouth, dropped open in shock, and he sees joy in your eyes, joy and pain, the presence of a ghost still haunting your happiness, like one haunts his.
"Here, uh." you lift her into his arms, and he stares down at her sweet, cherub face, cheeks swelling with an almost toothless smile, tiny fingers stretching for his mask.
"Dada!" He doesn't answer, his silence frustrating, and she grows more demanding, happy pitch changing into a growl of dissatisfaction. "Dada, dada!"
"Shhhh, hey. It's okay." He bounces, cuddling her close. "I'm here." You stand back, expression heavy with grief, light with happiness, and he locks eyes with you.
He doesn't need to speak, to ask.
Are you okay? Are you okay with this?
Your hands clasp together, and you nod.
After a beat, he clears his throat. "How did she..."
"I might have been calling you dada, at home, when I refer to you, you know?" You're wearing the mask of a million emotions, embarrassment and shame, sadness, and elation. They all mix together to bring more tears to your eyes, and you laugh uneasily as you wipe them. "I... I'm sorry. I don't know how to feel, about her saying it, and I didn't ask you, either. It's... it's, I,-"
"I know, sweetheart. I know. It's okay." He steps close, Emmaline chewing on the edge of his mask, burrowed in his chest. His forehead taps yours, and he closes his eyes. He doesn't know how to thank you, for this gift, this love, this life you've given him, so all he can say is the three words he says all the time, the three words he whispers into your skin at night, the three words he gives Emma when he tucks her into bed. "I love you." Your fingers hold tight to his, watery smile lighting up the entire room.
"We love you too."
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kinktober - day 11 - shaving
price x f!reader | 985 words cw:Â established relationship, sensual shaving?, fluff, off-the-page action a/n: something on the lighter side. summary: john volunteers to trim you up. banner by @/cafekitsune | kinktober list
âSteady.âÂ
Steam envelops the two of you, the showerâs glass door fogged over as he kneels beneath the drizzle, the light catching his muscular form just so.
His hand wraps around your ankle and lifts, guiding your foot onto his bent knee. You press your back to the cool tile, hands twitching at your sides. Youâre vulnerable, spread open, and at the mercy of a man with scissors and a razor. He can do whatever he wants with you like this.
Itâs a good thing heâs your husband.
John is not unaccustomed to handling delicate situations. People. And he certainly knows how to handle you. So when you complained about needing to bushwhack, you werenât surprised he volunteered to help. Heâs a caretaker at heart, always happy to help you. A gentleman.
âOh, sheâs being shy.â He coos directly to your pussy.
Until heâs not.
âJohn.â
âSorry, darl.â He chuckles, then kisses between your thigh and lips, whiskers tickling a soft laugh out of you. âShut off the water?â
You nod, comply with his instruction, and then adjust the water to flow to the extendable head when itâs time to rinse.
The chill sets in quickly. Goose pimples rise along your limbs. John seems unperturbed as he takes up the trimmers, rubbing his free hand over your extended thigh. He settles it there to brace, moving forward only at your nod. He squints, using the same focus youâve seen him apply to projects around the house and serious conversations.
This is your husband. You are both naked. He is eye-level with your cunt. Itâs notâŚweird to be turned on by this.
Is it?
Heat blooms in your tummy as the quiet snips of the scissors fill the shower, broken occasionally by the dripping of the shower head.
âChrist, like hair confetti.â You murmur, peering down, catching a glimpse of the bits of hair piling in the bottom of the tub.
âAre we celebratinâ after this?â
Cheeky. âDepends on how you do.â
You watch his bearded cheek rise with a grin, but his focus doesnât break. God. What happened to that chill?
John finishes, taking a minute to sweep up and dispose of your hair cuttings with a wipe left outside the shower. When he picks up the shaving cream, he looks up.
Fuck. His gaze is liquid heat. You donât need to look to know heâs at least half-hard.
âShall I go on?â
âYou wouldnât leave a job half-finished, would you?â
The flush in his chest spreads before your very eyes. His voice is a pitch lower when he speaks. âNo, I wouldnât.â
He warms the shaving foam in his fingers, lathering the fancy, fragrance-free stuff you spent too much on. Itâs a triumph when you donât flinch at the brush of his fingers, and another when you donât let out a single sound as he spreads it over your trimmed hair. You watch, rapt, and see that he seems to relish applying it. He hums, swirling it with a funny little flair, then wipes the excess on your thigh.
He plucks the razor from the tubâs ledge, glancing at you again before he waves it.
âGo on. I trust you, John.â
A lazy, pleased grin stretches across his face at your words. Feels as though you might as well have made him some filthy promise, because as his head tilts back down, you catch a glimpse of his cock at full-mast. It twitches as he raises the blade to the foam, and you donât get a chance to comment on it before he takes the first swipe.
A puff of hot hair against the lower part of your belly gives you a shiver. Itâs a fight to keep your legs still.
âButâBut remember, I donât want to be bald.â
âMakes two of us.â
He doesnât even look up as he continues, steadily removing the foam and your hair one solid, confident stroke at a time. He flicks shorn hair and cream onto the tub floor every so often. His free hand glides and moves as necessary to draw your skin tight to ensure smooth cuts. Everything from the sound of the blade passing over your skin to the wet plop of the discarded foam to his tongue poking out of his mouth does something for you. Itâs embarrassing and a smidge confusing but undeniable. With every scrape, you prepare for the eventuality that your husband will notice.
John gives you a neat, natural shape. Itâs leagues more meticulous than the chop jobs you usually doârushed, haphazard, and leaves your pubes poky. Not sexy at all.
âHold on, nearly there.â He rumbles, pulling your skin taut.Â
He tends the edges and sets the razor back on the rim of the tub. His throat bobs as he swallows thickly, assessing his work, then meets your eye.Â
âTo your liking?â
You donât even look at the tidied thatch of hair, too caught up in the black holes of your husbandâs pupils. He chooses the moment you give your approval to âaccidentallyâ swipe over your swelling clit, smirking at your gasp. When you hold your tongue, he repeats the gesture, letting the pad of his thumb slowly oscillate.Â
âYeah, to your liking,â Smug. âShould celebrate a job well done.â Very smug.
He reaches behind you, stretching a little to snag the detachable arm from its mount. He settles back down, one hand closing over your foot on his leg to keep it in place. He looks from the wheel of settings to your cunt, and finally up at you.
âTurn the water on.â
âJohnââ
âDarling.â
Later, moisturized and wobbly-kneed, your husband shimmies a towel down your back. You sigh deeply and sag forward, resting your weight on your hands at the counterâs edge.Â
âYour turn next time.â
âI donât need help with the beard.âÂ
John chuckles. You watch him in the mirrorâs reflection.
âDid I mention your beard, John?â
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.đĽ Ý Ë A LIFE WITH HIM ; FT. some OVERBLOT BOYS .đĽ Ý Ë
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synopsis: how will they be like as your partner?
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details: you/yours | headcanon | too much fluff | 1,000+ words
⌠âRIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)
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not too big on PDA, so expect that the most skin-to-skin contact you two can have outside is the occasional hand-holding. he likes it when he's the one initiating the gesture whenever you two are out and about since he still can't help but have the need to be in control even after his overblot (like leading you to places and making sure ur still by his side).
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he doesn't admit it but he loves when you link your arm with his and nuzzle your face into his shoulder (although he will still scold you if you do it) ESPECIALLY when he's in a mood and is almost about to off the heads of some rule-breakers OR maybe when you're giving too much attention to a rando because he may not admit it but he's greedy and wants your eyes on him only (but he's a gentleman and will never speak about it, only dismissing his inappropriate thoughts.)
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in private though he's just a snuggly little cuddle bug, even more so if he's tired or stressed or most likely both. so many responsibilities are piled up on his plate just in his second year so the only thing that keeps his shit together is your warm and loving embrace. HE'S A SMALL SPOON. NO BACKSIES, okay maybe he's a big spoon if you're the one who needs a little more loving.
GIFT-GIVING
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i mean from the name itself ROSEHEARTS, roses are his go-to (he's corny but we love him like that), but if you have a different favorite flower then he'll get those, and if you're allergic he'll try to make those handmade ones! although a little sloppy, pretty successful for his first try. overall he likes giving the traditional gifts like bouquets, stuffed animals, and chocolates :) but if he gets to know you more it might be more personal and intimate stuff that fits your tastes, and of course, should be of use to you too.
THE SIMPLE THINGS
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whenever you're stuck on a study session late at night he likes inviting you to take a break and brew some tea for you. he'll even share some sweets that Trey gave him. although he won't leave you alone after he finds you like that, instead he pulls out some reviewers he has and helps you work on whatever you find difficult to understand.
WORD AFFIRMATIONS
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"Our race is nowhere near finished, so please my rose, stay strong, I know you can and want to do so. I am always by your side okay?"
⌠âLEONA KINGSCHOLAR
PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)
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hugs, hugs, and MORE HUGS. just lots of hugs! doesn't matter if he's a big spoon or small spoon, he needs you by his side 24/7, 365. he just has to have his scent all over you u know, half-breed things. this man is just lazing around anywhere so might as well bring his favorite pillow with him. and no, he doesn't care if you have class and need to take a test worth half your grade, he needs you more! â
of course, he doesn't have long-ass hair for nothing, go be his peasant and brush it, most preferably with your fingers if he's having a good hair day. your soft fingers massaging his scalp are quite literally going to take him to heaven, and he'll have no regrets tho so go pocket something if that happens. â
he doesn't pick favorites when it comes to giving and receiving physical affection, he just wants his hands all over you and if the job is done then he's good.
GIFT-GIVING
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honestly man, i don't know with him. he's raised right so of course he gives you stuff like flowers and so on. on the other hand tho he isn't the type to know what you like and will most likely just ask you what you want him to give you. maybe he'll just take you to go fetch them at the store itself if he isn't sure. but on special days like your birthday or your anniversary (assuming ya'll would last more than a week), he actually tries and it's pretty sweet and more elaborate.
THE SIMPLE THINGS
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whenever he's forcibly on a call with his brother, which surprisingly is turning into a regular thing, if Farena asks about how he's doing, Leona likely ends up only yapping about you. i mean yeah he missed his last test and he spent his allowance for the month in a week but does Farena know about the time you were mumbling Leona's name in your sleep? he will deny it if he's called out for doing so. NO, HE DID NOT PERIOD. *hangs up*
WORD AFFIRMATIONS
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"Whatever you're thinking of, don't. It's stupid. As much as I don't like admitting this, you're strong, and even more than most beastmen if you set your mind to your goals."
⌠âAZUL ASHENGROTTO
PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)
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man's busy all the time so it's hard to get your hands on him. even if he's not busy, he will sprint for his life just to get away from you. not that he dislikes your affection, the concept is just a little foreign to him. give him time to adjust, then you'll find out how soft his tentacles are! â
when he's actually busy and working on stuff in his office (when the time comes and he's comfortable) he likes it when you flop yourself on his lap and nuzzle into his chest. he feels guilty that he can't give full focus to you since his schedule truly is packed but you inviting yourself into his office at late hours of the day just to snuggle comforts and assures him in some way. he'll definitely find more time for you, he's trying his best lol! â
overall he isn't one to initiate the touching even if he's fully vulnerable for you. idk too ask him about it. he's just happy you like him enough that you cling unto him. but if you ask him he may favor hand-holding the most, it may be the least contact but feeling your hand on his is enough for him.
GIFT-GIVING
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HE KNOWS EVERYTHING. i'm not even kidding, even when it's no special day he'd likely buy stuff just because it reminded him of you or when you coincidentally need it which is pretty cute but can be a little creepy.
THE SIMPLE THINGS
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i saw a fic back then that said he gives you some coupons and by some i mean a TON in hopes that you visit the Lounge and that is absolutely true. though he forgets you two are together and he can ask you nicely to come over but who can say no to 30% off all menu items?
WORD AFFIRMATIONS
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"My, how could I ever deny what that cute head of yours and those strong arms of yours can do! You are a valuable asset to me...what kind of asset? Well...it's up to you to decide."
⌠âJAMIL VIPER
PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECIEVING)
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he's also busy, honestly might be one of the, or if not the busiest of all of these guys. when you two have time to be together tho, even if he's knocked out and drained, he'll never show it. but i can say that's only during the early stages of your relationship with him and depending on how you two met. he likes to present himself in his best state and he really can't do so with his schedule so eventually he just melts and the next thing you know he's hugging you from the back any chance he gets and you feel his heartbeat turn slower by the minute. â
for those moments that he sees you out and about though he likes patting your cute lil head, no matter what your height is. though he is trying to be a little adventurous with you so he leans in to caress your hair gently and suddenly you're met with a quick smooch. (only when there's no one else in sight so yeah adventurous my ass) â
like leona, he loves it when you play with his hair, and he does not like to admit it. just remember to keep it neat and use a brush while you're at it, plus a facial and maybe a massage because i know those muscles are TIGHT.
GIFT-GIVING
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his gifts reek of HANDMADE. idk he has those vibes. handmade flowers, or some origami of cute animals, but he likes giving you handwritten letters the most. it can be hard to communicate his real feelings to you so writing is a way for him to freely and easily express those feelings.
THE SIMPLE THINGS
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whenever he cooks for Kalim or just whenever he cooks, he suddenly has some leftovers that he decided he'd pack up for you. can't bring himself up to say that excuse so he just gives it to you and walks away.
WORD AFFIRMATIONS
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"Whining is useless. Do the things you're good at, stop worrying about the things you can't. Oh, I'm sorry...did that come off too harsh?"
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iv. what's up danger?
SYNOPSIS: "Alright, let's do this one last time. My name is Y/N Kyle. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, And I've been the one and only Spidey in Gotham. Iâm pretty sure you know the rest." PAIRING: Older! Damian Wayne/Fem! Reader TAGS: Established Relationship, Wounds, Violence, Surgical procedures, Panic Attacks, Arguments AO3: yenwayne SERIES LINK: gotham's only spidey
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The room falls into a stunned silence, every gaze drawn to your disheveled, bloodied appearance.
You attempt a casual wave, but it comes off as weak and awkward. Blood drips from your bruised knuckles, each drop splattering with a muted plop onto the polished floor. âHey, everyone. Sorry, Iâm late.â
Jasonâs eyes flare with a dangerous glint of green as he barks, âWhat the fuck happened, kid?â
A typical dinner at the Waynes.
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Wednesday, 6:54 PM - Catwomanâs Apartment, Gotham City.Â
Three Days Later
THE ROOM IS QUIET except for the occasional rustle of clothing as you pack your things. You carefully fold your favorite hoodie, tucking it neatly into the suitcase. Next, you grab a few pairs of jeans, some t-shirts, and your worn-out sneakers.Â
You pause, your fingers lingering on a framed photo resting on the edge of the dresser. It's a snapshot of you and Damian at a carnival, his arm slung over your shoulder, his lips gently pressed against your head.Â
Itâs been three days of radio silence between you and Damian. Three days of not speaking, which is practically a record for your relationship. And just when you were starting to get used to the peace and quiet, Bruce had to go and invite you and Selina to a celebratory dinner tonight. A gourmet guilt trip.
With a sigh, you place the photo gently on top of your clothes. Then you move to your desk, gathering a stack of notebooks crammed with sketches and half-finished plans scribbled on napkins and crumpled scraps of paper. You tuck them into the side pocket of your bag, carefully arranging the chaotic collection so that it all fits.
The door creaks open, and Selina steps into the room, her arms crossed with a proud smile playing on her lips.
âPacking up for your big adventure?â she asks.
You look up from your suitcase, a small smile tugging at your lips. âYeah. Itâs only for a month, but it feels like Iâm leaving for a year.â
âA month isnât so long.â Selina walks over, her feet thudding softly on the floor. She picks up a small figurine from your desk, examining it with a thoughtful expression. âThink of it as a chance to stretch your wings and maybe learn a thing or two.â
âThanks.â You smile and turn back to your packing, reaching for your suit. The sleek, black material glistens under the soft light filtering through the window. You run your fingers over the spider emblem stitched into the back, feeling the familiar texture beneath your fingertips.
âYouâre not seriously thinking of bringing the suit, are you?â she asks.
You hesitate, feeling the weight of the suit in your hands. âI thought I might need it. Just in case.â
âWell, youâre not planning on fighting crime in Stark Tower, are you?â she snarks, hands finding her hips as she gives you a look that clearly says sheâs not buying your excuse. âThis internship is a chance for you to have a life outside the vigilante shtick. Itâs good for your future. A chance to live a normal life.â
âNormal? Mom, I stopped being normal the day I got these powers. There's no going back to that.â
âMaybe not,â Selina concedes, running gentle fingers through your hair. âBut that doesnât mean you canât have something close to it. You deserve to have options, to see what else is out there for you.â
You meet her gaze, your resolve unwavering. âI hear you. But I think I need to bring it. Just in case something goes wrong.â
Selina sighs, her shoulders slumping slightly. âGod. You are just as stubborn as me,â she says, rising to her feet with a resigned smile. âJust promise me youâll keep an open mind about this internship. Give it a real shot, okay?â
âPromise,â you hum, feeling a small sense of relief. As you reach for the suit to tuck it into your bag, your phone buzzes insistently.
Quickly, you glance at the screen.
Morgana:
Busy tonight? Thereâs a shipment near the docks. Tech equipment from what I see.
You could infiltrate. They have valuable info.
It's⌠Black Mask.
For a while, you stare at the phone, your thumb hovering over the screen, itching to swipe through the new messages. But Selina is still standing nearby. With a soft cough and a resigned exhale, you place the phone face down on the floor, deliberately ignoring the message for now.
You turn your attention back to your suitcase, refocusing on the task at hand. Selina watches you with a knowing look but doesnât press further. The silence in the room is filled with the subtle rustle of fabric and the soft clink of zippers as you continue packing.
âReady for tonight?â Selina asks.
You nod, though a knot tightens in your stomach. Bruceâs congratulatory dinner feels less like a celebration and more like an impending test, especially with the unresolved tension between you and Damian hanging heavy.
âReady as I'll ever be,â you reply, attempting to sound confident.
You zip up the suitcase, taking a moment to glance around the room. Everything seems to be in place, but you double-check, making sure you havenât forgotten anything essential.Â
Selina nods approvingly, then steps closer, bending to pull you into a hug. âIâll go get dressed. You do too, alright?â
Selina leaves the room, her footsteps fading into the distance. Turning back to your suitcase, you rummage through the clothes, pulling out a pair of well-worn jeans and a red jacket. After slipping on some socks and sneakers, you reach for a black shirt. But as your hand hovers over the fabric, your gaze is drawn to your suit laid out on the bed.
The spider logo on its back glares at you, its eight-legged emblem almost seeming to reach out with an imperceptible pull, as if urging you to embrace your other self.
After a moment of inner conflict, you give in. You carefully pull on the suit beneath your clothes, the snug material wrapping around you like a second skin. With the suit in place, you slip on your black shirt, followed by the jacket and jeans. You tuck your mask into the pocket of your jacket.
Wearing a superhero suit under your clothes for a fancy dinnerâdefinitely not a sign of insanity. Totally normal behavior. Call it creative paranoia.
With everything packed and ready, you head downstairs. Selina is still in her room, and you catch sight of her as she steps into view, looking a touch more formal than you in a sleek, off-shoulder black dress that hugs her curves. Itâs short, tight, and elegant.
âDone already?â she hums, moving to her vanity and starting on her hair and makeup.
You nod, leaning against the doorframe and giving your hair a casual tousle. âYeah, figured Iâd keep it simple. Not sure Iâm in the mood for fancy.â
Selina glances at you through the mirror, a small, reassuring smile curling her lips. âYou look great. And donât worry too much about tonight. Itâll be fine.â
âI hope so,â you murmur, more to yourself than to her.
The clock on the wall reads 7:00. You have three hours before the dinner, and Selina, always the early planner, will be occupied with her preparations for a while.
Pulling out your phone, you check Morganâs message again. If you played your cards right, you could handle the shipment bust quickly and still make it to the dinner on time.
Clearing your throat, you push yourself off the doorframe and tug your hood back on. You head downstairs, making sure to keep your movements casual and unhurried, as if nothing out of the ordinary is about to happen.
âIâll be heading out for a bit. I want to get some flowers for Alfred,â you call out, your voice carrying through the house.
Selina glances up from her vanity, an eyebrow arching in curiosity. âAlright, but donât be too long. We need to leave once the driver arrives.â
âGot it,â you reply with a quick nod, turning and heading out of the room. You make your way downstairs, slipping out the front door and into the crisp evening air.
Once youâre in the privacy of a nearby alleyway, you waste no time. Tugging off your shirt, you shove it into the pocket of your jacket, feeling a rush of adrenaline. You slip on your mask, adjusting it carefully until it fits snugly, the familiar material settling comfortably against your skin. Your jeans, jacket, and sneakers stay on for practicality, and you plan to put the black shirt back on later.
With everything in place, you secure your earpiece and gadgets, pressing the earpiece into position and activating it. The familiar hum of your tech springs to life, and youâre ready to move.Â
The cityâs sounds fade as you slip into the shadows.
âMorgz? You there?â you call out, already scaling up the side of a building.
A crackle of static precedes Morganâs voice. âYeah, Iâm here. You on your way?â
âJust about to leave,â you reply, grabbing onto a ledge and pulling yourself up. âAny updates on the shipment?â
âItâs scheduled to arrive in about 30 minutes. The tech equipment is being unloaded from a truck into a warehouse. Securityâs decent, but nothing you canât handle. Youâre only 15 minutes away from your spot right now.â
âGot it,â you confirm, reaching the rooftop and taking a moment to scan the area below. âIâll keep you posted. Thanks for the heads-up.â
You launch into action, web-slinging towards the docks with a focus on speed. Normally, youâd be showboating and performing flips, but tonight, every second counts. The journey takes a bit longer than expectedâ20 minutes instead of 15.
As you approach the docks, you spot a boat pulling up to the edge, its silhouette cutting through the darkness.
âSurprised you even took this up,â Morganâs voice murmurs through your earpiece. âThought you weren't allowed to patrol on school nights.â
âTechnically⌠Iâm not,â you reply, weaving between buildings and adjusting your trajectory for a swift descent.
âYeesh. Going rebellious already?â
âTeenage angst, remember?â you quip, a grin forming beneath your mask as you prepare to intercept the shipment
Landing on a rooftop adjacent to the warehouse, you take a moment to plan your entry. The warehouse is a large, industrial building with a few tall windows and a side door that looks like itâs used for deliveries.
Security cameras are mounted on the corners of the building, rotating every now and then. You quickly survey the area, noting the guards' position.
There are a couple of guards patrolling the perimeter, walking in predictable patterns. One guard is stationed near the side door, checking his watch occasionally. The other two are more mobile, taking turns walking around the exterior and scanning the area.
Beyond the security, you see five workers moving boxes from the boat to the warehouse. The open doors at the far end reveal crates of tech equipment being unloaded.
You activate your earpiece. "Update. Three guards outside. Five active workers. They've got cameras. Can you get those down for me?"
Morgan's voice crackles through your earpiece. "On it. Give me a sec."
You watch the cameras, waiting for them to go offline. The guard near the side door looks at his watch again, oblivious to what's about to happen.Â
After a tense moment, Morgan's voice comes back. "Cameras are down. You've got about an hour before the system kicks in again. Oh. That and there are about 5 more guards inside."
"Perfect," you hum.
You time your movements with the guards' patrols, slipping through the shadows. You approach the side door, keeping low and quiet.
Inside, the warehouse is dimly lit, with stacks of crates creating narrow pathways. The workers are busy unloading the truck, their focus on the task at hand. You crawl up the walls swiftly and silently.
You spot a terminal near the back of the warehouse, its blinking lights indicating itâs connected to the inventory system.
Time to get to work.
âI'm at the terminal. Whatâs next?â you whisper into the earpiece.
Morganâs voice comes through with a steady tone. âPlug in the flash drive to copy the inventory data. While thatâs running, find the main control panel for the security system and plant the tracker. This will help us monitor future shipments.â
You nod, even though she can't see you. "Got it. Flash drive first, then tracker."
You slip to the terminal and plug in the flash drive, which hums softly as it starts copying data. Glancing around to make sure no one is watching, you head to the security control panel hidden behind some crates and quickly plant the tracker.
"The tracker is set," you inform Morgan.
"Great job. The data copy should be done soon. Once itâs finished, you can pull the flash drive and get out of there."
You head back to the terminal, keeping an eye on the workers and guards. The flash drive's light blinks, signaling it's almost finished. After a few tense moments, the light turns solid.
"Data copied," Morgan confirms. "Youâre clear to go."
You pull out the flash drive, tuck it into your pocket, and start heading toward the exit, blending into the shadows. Just as you reach the door, you hear voices nearby.
âHey, did you hear something?â
Your heart stops as the guardâs flashlight beam sweeps dangerously close to your hiding spot. You freeze, pressing yourself against the cold metal wall, barely breathing.
âProbably just a rat. Let's check it out just in case.â
You curse silently under your breath, watching as the guards start moving in your direction.
The first guard steps closer, his flashlight scanning the area. You silently crawl up the wall, positioning yourself above him. With a swift flick of your wrist, you shoot a web at the flashlight, yanking it out of his hand and into the darkness.
âWhat theââ the guard starts, but you quickly web his mouth shut and pull him up towards the ceiling, wrapping him tightly in webbing and securing him to the roof. You knock his head against the metal, and he passes out.
The second guard, alarmed by the sudden commotion, turns his back to you as he draws his weapon. The rifle fires, but your spider sense helps you dodge the shots.Â
Cursing, you shoot a web at his feet, yanking his legs out from under him and sending him crashing to the ground. Before he can react, you web his hands to the floor and sling his weapon away.
Dropping from the ceiling, you slow your landing with a web and slam your foot down onto his head, knocking him out.
Despite the quiet disposal of the two guards, the earlier rifle shot already alerted the other workers and guards in the warehouse. You hear shouts and hurried footsteps approaching.
âSomeoneâs here! Find them!â
Guards scramble, their flashlights slicing through the darkness, casting erratic beams that dance across the warehouse walls. You sprint away, weaving between crates and machinery, but a new threat emerges from the shadowsâa massive, burly man, easily twice your size. Heâs built like a brick wall, his muscles straining against his uniform, and his face looks like itâs been chiseled out of stone, etched with a permanent scowl.
âWhoâs messing around in 'ere?â the giant roars, his voice reverberating through the cavernous space. He brandishes a rifle, and from the looks of it, he seems to be their leader.
You glance at your watchâdamn, itâs been two hours already.Â
Only an hour left.
Still⌠you could probably get one fight in before leaving.
âŚ
Swinging out of the shadows, you land in front of the giant, hands on your hips.
âHi, Mr. Villain!â you call out, catching a punch he throws and giving his hand a playful shake. âIâm Spidey, your friendly neighborhood nuisance. Always nice to meet someone with such a âheavyâ presence. Looks like youâve got a bit of a security problem hereâtotally my bad.â
The giant snarls at you. He fires his rifle, but you deftly dodge the bullets. With a swift move, you fire a web at his feet and arms, pinning him momentarily to the ground. The rifle is knocked from his hands, clattering out of reach.
The guards scramble to regroup, and you spring into action. Flipping back into the air, you disarm the remaining guardsâquick web blasts here, a roundhouse kick there, an uppercut thrown. Each guard crumples under the assault, slamming against the walls one by one, webbed together in a tangled heap.
Thereâs a snap as the leader breaks free, roaring in fury and charging at you. You duck under his swinging arm and fire a web at a stack of crates. The crates topple and crash into his path, heavy wood and metal smashing together. He stumbles, cursing and flailing wildly.
âCareful there! You might just crush your own merchandise,â you taunt, sidestepping his erratic swings.
In that moment of distraction, you snatch his gun away with a quick webshot. But as you turn to face him again, a jolt of pure adrenaline slams through your veins, sharp and unrelenting, like an electric shock.
The world sharpens into hyperfocus.Â
DANGER!
Your instincts scream at you to move. You leap to the side, but itâs already too late. A shadowy figure springs from the darkness, their knife catching a deadly glint in the harsh warehouse lights.
The blade slices through your suit, leaving a searing, agonizing wound. You stagger, clutching your side as blood seeps through the torn fabric and pools on the cold concrete. With a pained grimace, you muster the strength to shoot a web at the attacker, slamming them against the wall with a forceful swing.
âSpidey?! Come in. Shit. What happened to staying stealthy?â Morgan's voice crackles through the earpiece. âPEPPER, run back their vitals on me.â
A mechanical voice responds through your earpiece. âVitals are stable. The wound is a deep six-inch laceration on the left side, with moderate blood loss, but the suit's padding has helped. The injury missed major organs and arteries. Immediate first aid and stitches are recommended.â
âLooks like Iâve got a new scar to show for tonight,â you heave, trying to ignore the throbbing pain as the giant stalks toward you. âBut Iâm not done yet.â
The man's roar shakes the warehouse.
âYou think you can take me, you puny spider?!â
You lift your chin, tilting your head with a smirk. âPuny? Thatâs funny. Iâve taken down bigger.â
The giant lunges, brandishing a scrap of metal like a battering ram. You barely dodge, feeling the whoosh of air as it swings past. You retaliate with a web shot to his face, but he roars and swats it away, his massive arms tearing through your webbing.
âCareful there, big guy,â you quip, âIâm not into heavy metal, but thanks for the offer!â
His hand clamps onto your chest, lifting you off your feet with an alarming strength. He hurls you against a stack of crates, the impact slamming you into the wall. You slide down to the floor, dazed and with blood trickling from a split lip.
While you're down, the giant strides toward you, his heavy footsteps shaking the ground like a mini earthquake. You struggle to rise, just as he launches a flying knee. Your senses scream, a blaring alarm urging you to move.
!!!
With a yelp, you roll to the side, narrowly avoiding the crushing blow that hits where you had been seconds before.
âHey, watch it! Iâve got places to be after this!â you yell.
Before you can react, a powerful punch slams into your face, sending you spiraling backward.
âOwie. That oneâs definitely gonna leave a mark,â you groan, pain radiating through your skull. Desperately, you shoot a web at his legs, hoping to slow him down. The webbing holds for a moment before he rips through it with sheer brute force.
Groaning, you shake off the dizziness, rolling your shoulders to loosen them before pushing yourself back to your feet.
âAlright,â you mutter, taking a deep breath. âClearly, the webs arenât working. Guess weâre sticking to fists. Put âem up, big guy.â
Laughing with a guttural, mocking tone, the giant charges at you. As he lunges, you brace yourself and bring your fist up to guard your face. With a burst of power, you jab forward. Your knuckles connect with his face with a sickening crunch, the sound of bone shattering and flesh splitting echoing through the warehouse like a thunderclap.
JAB!
The man staggers back, his head snapping violently to the side, blood spraying from his jaw. Before he can recover, you launch into a spinning kick. Your leg connects with explosive force, slamming him into the wall with a resounding thud.
You follow up with a powerful jump, driving a kick into his ribs. The impact echoes with a sickening crack. He roars in pain and collapses, slumped against the wall.
With quick reflexes, you shoot a web at a high pipe, coiling it tightly. You yank the pipe down with all your strength. It crashes onto the giant with a resounding clang, the impact knocking him out cold.
You take a couple of deep breaths, blood and sweat mingling on your clothes and face as you survey the wreckage. The giant groans weaklyâalive, but definitely out of commission for the moment.
âLooks like the big guyâs all out of steam,â you murmur, wiping the blood from your brow with a grim smile. âNow, time to find that exit before my own steam runs out.â
With a final glance at the chaos you've left behind, you swing toward the exit. The cut on your side throbs with each movementâthough it's slowly healing, the pain and blood are still very much present.
"Spidey? You alright? What the fuck, you just beat that guy within an inch of his life."
âHeâll live,â you huff as you swing through the streets. After fumbling around for a while, you pull your phone from your jacket and curse at the time.Â
Only ten minutes before the car arrives.Â
âUh, Morgz, do me a favor. Whereâs the nearest flower shop?â
"Christ. You just busted down an illegal tech deal and now you're out for flowers?" Morganâs response comes through the earpiece before you hear some typing. âThereâs a florist two blocks from your current location. Iâm sending you the address. ButâYou really need to take care of that wound.â
âNothing I canât handle,â you reply. There's a ping as the location pops up on your phone. âJust need to pick up some flowers. Trust me, itâs important.â
You adjust your swing to head toward the florist, landing quietly in the alley outside. With quick movements, you slip off your mask and start changing. You discard your jacket, revealing the bloodied suit underneath. The suitâs dark color masks most of the stains, but it's still a grim sight.
Pulling on your shirt over the suit, you try to conceal the worst of the mess. The sticky, wet feeling of blood against your skin is unpleasant, and you grimace as you adjust the shirt. Finally, you slip the jacket back on, hoping it will help you blend in and give you a semblance of normalcy.
Taking a deep breath, you straighten up and glance at your reflection in the nearby puddle. The image staring back at you is a disheveled mess: hair tousled, face bruised and bloodied, jeans stained with grime and blood, and a jacket barely concealing it all.
âNot my best look,â you bite your lip. âBut itâll have to do.â
With a sigh, you step into the flower shop. The bell above the door jingles softly, and the warm, floral scent is a welcome relief from the warehouseâs stench.
The florist looks up from behind the counter with a curious glance. His eyes narrow slightly as he takes in your disheveled appearance but he doesnât seem particularly fazed.
In Gotham, a bloodied teenager is probably just another Wednesday.
âEvening,â the florist says, his voice carrying the neutrality of someone accustomed to the oddities of city life. âWhat can I do for you?â
You give a quick nod, trying to keep your tone casual despite the blood still seeping through your shirt. âNeed something nice. Simple. No need for anything flashy.â
The florist nods and starts arranging a bouquet of flowers. You drift over to a corner and find yourself looking at some daisies, their bright, cheerful colors a stark contrast to your current state.
âSpidey? Howâs it going?âÂ
âAlright,â you shrug, though she canât see it. âCan I get a rundown on my vitals again?â
Morganâs voice hums and thereâs the sound of clicking keys. âVitals are stable. The cut is slowly healing, but youâll need to properly bandage and get some of that stitched later Happy to say you're not going to die bleeding out.âÂ
She pauses, and then adds, âYouâve got a couple of broken ribs though.â
You blink in surprise and pat at your sides, feeling nothing. âReally? Guess thatâs my pain tolerance working overtime. Didnât even notice.â
âPlease tell me youâre getting that treated first,â Morgan says, a hint of concern in her voice.
âNope,â you reply, moving to pay for the flowers. âAlready running late. Mom will kill me if she finds out.â
Morganâs voice is laced with skepticism. âSheâs going to find out anyway.â
You sigh, trying to ignore the twinge in your side. âIâll just say it was a mugging.â
âDo you really think sheâll believe that?â Morgan asks, her tone dry.
You let out a small, pained chuckle. âIn Gotham, maybe. But realisticallyâŚno. Iâm just hoping to buy myself a little time before it all catches up to me.â
With the bouquet in hand, you head back out into the night. You tuck the flowers into your free pocket and swing off into the darkness. As you soar through the city, you reach for your earpiece and say a quick, âGoodnight, Morgz,â before shoving it into the pocket of your jeans.
Just as you near the bridge, your phone rings. You glance at the screen and curse under your breathâSelinaâs calling, and from the look of it, sheâs been trying to reach you multiple times over the past hour.
Yeah, youâre fucked.
You answer the call, forcing a casual tone. ��Hey, Mom. Whatâs up?â
Selinaâs voice comes through, clearly agitated. You can hear her huffing as she closes the apartment door, the background noise of a car engine rumbling outside. âWhere the hell are you? Iâve been waiting forever. Weâre all set to head out.â
You quickly scan the streets below as you swing past, trying to gauge your location. âUh, Iâm on 2nd Broadway⌠actually, make that 3rd Broadway. And⌠4th of Broadway! Iâll be there in⌠twenty minutes tops. Almost there, Mom!â
Thereâs a pause.
â... Are you swinging?â
âNope,â you lie smoothly, narrowly dodging a pigeon that flaps angrily past your face. âJust a bit of a detour. You know how it is.â
âHoney. I can hear the wind. Are you really swinging around? Itâs a school night. You know the rulesââ
You wince, knowing youâve been caught. âJust⌠had a few things to take care of. Iâm on my way. Promise. Actually, why donât I meet you at Wayne Manor instead? Iâm near the bridge. Ya know, the one by the docks.â
Thereâs another pause on her end.Â
âWhy are you near the docks?!â
You avoid the question, trying to keep the conversation moving. âLong story. Look, Iâm running late. Can we just meet at Wayne Manor? Iâll explain everything after dinner.â
Selinaâs frustration doesnât ease, but she sighs. âFine. Wayne Manor it is. But donât think for a second youâre off the hook, young lady.â
You nod, even though she canât see it. âUnderstood. See you soon. Love you, Mom!â
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BEEP.
Selina scowls as she ends the call and heads down to meet Alfred. The gritty streets of Gotham greet her, the cacophony of sirens and street chatter providing a harsh backdrop to her mood.
Alfred, noticing her irritated state, opens the door for her with a raised eyebrow. "Good to see you Miss Kyle. May I ask where the young miss is?"
Selina forces a smile, trying to mask her frustration. âSheâs⌠handling something that came up last minute. Sheâll meet us at the manor.â
"Very well. I trust sheâll be punctual." Alfred says, a hint of concern in his eyes, but he says nothing more. He closes the door behind her as she slips into the car, adjusting her coat and glancing at her reflection in the rearview mirror.
The engine starts, the low hum blending with the cityâs background noise. As the vehicle pulls away, Selina leans back against the cool leather seat, her fingers drumming lightly on the armrest, her mind already racing through the conversation she knows is coming.
You were dead meat.
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After nearly an hour of high-speed swings through Gotham, you finally touch down in a secluded area near Wayne Manor. You're breathless and disheveled, your earlier efforts to look presentable having fallen short. You quickly scan the area, making sure the security cameras donât catch your arrival.
Taking a moment to compose yourself, you adjust your clothes and press the doorbell. The chime rings through the grand entrance. You glance at your phone and winceâyou're an hour and thirty minutes late.
The swinging took longer than expected, and to make matters worse, you had to intervene when this ginger reporter was being robbed. You couldnât just stand by and do nothing.
Now, as you wait by the gate, you hear footsteps approaching from inside. The door swings open to reveal Alfred, who freezes for a moment, his eyes widening at the sight of youâbruised, bloodied, and clearly worse for wear. You lean against the gate, your fingers curling around the metal.
âHâHey, Al.â
âGoodness me!â Alfred exclaims, hurrying over to the gate and pulling it open wide. He rushes over, opening the gate wider and pulling you inside with a practiced ease. His gaze sweeps over your injuries, concern etched deeply into his features. âMiss Kyle, youâre in quite a state!â
You manage a tired smile, carefully pulling the bouquet from your jacket. Itâs in rough shapeâtorn petals, crushed blooms, and snapped stems. It looks like itâs on the verge of dying.
âSorry Iâm late,â you say, wincing as you hold up the sad arrangement. âThese⌠are for you. I, uh, ran all the way here. I hope Iâm not too late for dinner.â
Alfred takes the flowers with a gentle smile, his concern momentarily overshadowed by a touch of warmth. âThank you, Miss Kyle. However, I assure you itâs fine. The others have already started eating. They wonât mind if youââ
âItâs fine! This is justâŚ,â you pause, pursing your lips as you scramble for a plausible excuse. You force a smile, shaking your head and pulling your jacket hood further over your face to hide the swelling bruise around one of your eyes. âHah, you know how Gotham can be.â
Alfred gives you a sympathetic glance but says nothing more. âVery well. If youâll follow me, Iâll show you to the dining room.â
He guides you through the grand hallways, your footsteps echoing in the vast space and mingling with the soft murmur of conversation. As you reach the dining room, the door swings open, revealing a table set with care and already abuzz with activity. Selina, Bruce, and the others are seated, their animated conversations abruptly halting as they turn to look at you.
The room falls into a stunned silence, every gaze drawn to your disheveled, bloodied appearance.
Selinaâs eyes narrow into slits, her irritation barely concealed behind a strained, tight-lipped smile. Bruceâs complexion drains to an ashen hue, his eyes are wide as saucers, looking like heâs about to pass out from shock. He casts Selina a panicked glance, which she meets with a weary sigh, her hands momentarily covering her face as if trying to shield herself from the mess. She looks utterly drained.
You attempt a casual wave, but it comes off as weak and awkward. Blood drips from your bruised knuckles, each drop splattering with a muted plop onto the polished floor. âHey, everyone. Sorry, Iâm late.â
Jasonâs eyes flare with a dangerous glint of green as he barks, âWhat the fuck happened, kid?â
Next to him, Cassandraâs face is blank. Her fingers fidget with her utensils as she shifts her gaze rapidly between you and Selina, trying to piece together the fractured narrative from your battered appearance and Selinaâs body language.
Bruce, who had been quietly observing, stands up and approaches you with slow, measured steps.
âYouâre hurt,â he says, his voice a deep, resonant murmur. His hands, surprisingly gentle for their strength, settle on your shoulders. His eyes, usually as inscrutable as the dark depths of a stormy sea, now soften with the tenderness of a lighthouse guiding you through a night. âWhat happened, kiddo?â
Thereâs a strange, twisting sensation in your gut, flaring just beneath your ribs. A lump rises in your throat, and despite your best efforts to stay composed, your eyes begin to well up.
âIââ you begin, but the words falter. Your gaze drifts across the room and locks onto Damianâs eyes. Theyâre like emeralds, gleaming with a ferocity that seems to pierce through the walls youâve built. Though he remains silent, his piercing look conveys a thousand unspoken thoughts and emotions.
A wave of shame is crashing into you, pushing your words back down. âJust⌠a rough night. Got into a fight.âÂ
Bruceâs eyes narrow, and a wave of seething anger ripples through him. You try to ignore it.Â
âAnd who was this?â he demands, his voice a controlled, simmering growl.
âItâs okay. It ended up alright,â you try to shrug it off, forcing a casual tone. âReally, itâs not as bad as it looks. Just a run-in with some rando on the street.â
Everyoneâs reactions vary, but itâs the look in Selinaâs eyes that strikes you the hardest. Selinaâs weary gaze peeks out from behind her hands, and the sight makes your face crumple.
âPull off your hood,â Selina commands, icy and devoid of warmth. As she straightens in her chair, her blood-red nails dig into the mahogany table, turning her knuckles as pale as frost.
You keep your gaze fixed on the polished marble floor, scuffing the dried mud across its pristine surface. The silence in the room grows heavier with each passing second.
âTake off the damn hood and show me your face!â
Scowling and clenching your jaw, you yank the hood off. As it falls away, the full extent of your injuries is laid bare. Selinaâs eyes widen as they take in the black eye, the bruises, and the cuts that mar your face. Her shock quickly morphs into a deepening scowl, her lips trembling as she fights to control her rising anger.
Everyone waiting for the outburst that is sure to follow.
Instead, Selinaâs hands fly to cover her face, and she looks as though she might fall apart at any moment.
Bruce stares at you with something akin to horror.
Before anyone can react further, Damian abruptly stands, his chair scraping against the floor. Without a word, he strides over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and guiding you out of the room.Â
His muttered words are barely audible, âIâll take care of their injuries.â
Bruce moves back to Selinaâs side, gently wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he tries to offer comfort.Â
You can hear his soft, reassuring whisper as you walk away, âYou can stay for the night. Itâs too late to head out now. Give her some time.â
Selina, her face still pale and troubled, nods gratefully, her gaze tracking Damian as he helps you toward the manorâs second floor.
Damian ushers you into his room, the door closing behind you with a decisive click. He motions to the bed, and you sink onto it with a heavy sigh, the weight of the day dragging at your limbs.
You watch Damian retreat to the bathroom, your gaze lingering on the raw, bloodied skin of your knuckles, tinged with a gnawing sense of guilt.
Moments later, he returns with a first aid kit in hand. He kneels before you, reaching out to tug off your jacket, but you quickly shake your head, not wanting him to discover the suit beneath.
âIâm going to change in the bathroom,â you rasp. Damian silently nods, moving to his closet and pulling out one of his cotton shirts and boxers. He hands them to you with a resigned sigh and leans against the wall beside the bathroom door, giving you the privacy you need.
You take the clothes from Damian and head to the bathroom. As you push open the door, the dim light casts long shadows across the tiled floor. You deliberately avoid meeting your reflection in the mirror, not wanting to confront the full extent of the mess youâre in.
Once inside, you drop Damianâs shirt and boxers onto the floor, followed by your jacket, shirt, and pants. The fabric makes a soft rustling sound as it lands. With a deep, steadying breath, you begin peeling off your suit, slow and painstaking.
As the suit peels away from your skin, the blood and sweat that have soaked into it reveal the severity of your injuries. You wince as the cut on your side comes fully into view, a raw, angry red line that stretches from just below your rib cage to the middle of your side. It looks even worse up closeâjagged and still oozing a bit despite the healing process.
You quickly change into Damianâs boxers, opting to keep the shirt off for now. You carefully bundle your suit and hide it under your jacket and pants, folding it as neatly as you can manage. With a deep breath, you step back into the room.
Damianâs eyes narrow as he assesses the cut on your side, now reduced to a four-inch scar due to your enhanced healing abilities. His gaze is hard, and you can almost see the weight of the lecture that would have come if heâd seen the injury in its original, more severe state.Â
âSit down,â Damian finally speaks, his voice firm. He begins to open the first aid kit, movements slow. You drop your ruined clothes in a far corner and plop back down on his bed, rubbing your hands together nervously.
A beat passes as Damian finishes cleaning the wound and reaches for the anesthesia, preparing to start stitching you up. You shake your head and push his hand away. âI can take it.â
âNo,â Damian scowls and continues his work. He applies the anesthesia despite your protests, injecting it around the wound to numb the area. The needle pierces your skin with a sharp sting, followed by a dull, throbbing sensation as the anesthetic begins to take effect.
He sets the syringe aside and picks up a pair of sterilized tweezers and needle and thread. You watch as he carefully makes the first stitch, his hands steady and precise. The thread pulls tight, closing the wound with a series of tight, even stitches.
His long lashes flutter over his hooded eyes with each focused blink, his emerald gaze intense and filled with concern. The warm ambient light of the room casts a gentle glow on his deep tan skin, accentuating the chiseled contours of his face in a soft, almost ethereal light.
The beam of light highlights the light almost invisible scar that stretches from his cheekbone to his crooked nose, tracing the elegant curve of his cheekbone and the strong, defined line of his jaw. Your gaze drifts to his full lips, noting the perfect cupidâs bow of his upper lip.
His hair is meticulously styled, with longer strands on top falling in inky, sleek waves across his forehead, remnants of gel catching the light. Damianâs thick, well-kept hair frames his face like brush strokes, adding to his strikingly handsome appearance.
Unable to hold yourself back, you raise a hand to cup his cheek. Damian hums, a low, soothing sound that rumbles in his chest. He keeps his eyes focused on your wound but tilts his head slightly to press a soft, tender kiss to your wrist.
With the stitches complete, Damian shifts his attention to bandaging the wound. He secures the bandage, his fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary as he smooths out the edges. Finally, he raises his head and meets your gaze, eyes conveying everything he canât say aloud.
Exhausted and overwhelmed, you slump into Damianâs embrace, dropping your hands onto his shoulders. He responds instinctively, taking your hands in his. Large, calloused fingers gently lift yours, pressing a tender kiss to each of them before moving to softly kiss your bruised knuckles.
With a whisper of your name, Damian draws your hands over his shoulders. You smile, sinking deeper into his embrace, arms draped over his strong back. Damian holds you close, lifting you off the bed as he pulls you into a hug. His arms wound up around your waist, pulling you tighter against him.
âYou know, trying to keep secrets from me is pointless,â Damian murmurs, a thinly veiled threat in his words peppering kisses up the side of your neck. âI am the son of the greatest detective in the world. I will find out what happened.â
You chuckle softly, feeling the tension ease a bit. âYeah, yeah, I know. Just let me hold you, you insufferable know-it-all.â
Damianâs grip tightens slightly. His forehead rests against yours, hearts swimming in his emerald eyes. âYouâre lucky I tolerate your nonsense. But seriously, you need to start talking.â
âMaybe later,â you reply, smiling against his shoulder. âRight now, I just need you.â
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An hour later, itâs already 1 AM, but you and Damian are still awake, watching a show on his television. Youâre curled up together on his bed, the flickering light from the screen painting the room in shifting hues of blue and gray, casting gentle shadows that dance across the walls.
You rest your head against Damianâs chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your cheek. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, holding you close. Despite the late hour, the warmth and comfort of his embrace keep you from drifting off.
âThis show is surprisingly bearable,â Damian murmurs.
You smile, nuzzling closer. âTold you it was worth a watch. Thanks for staying up with me.â
Damianâs fingers gently stroke your hair, each touch a soothing rhythm against your scalp. âOf course Iâd do it, even if it means enduring your rather questionable taste in television.â
You scoff, pretending to be wounded. âQuestionable taste? This show is a gem. You just donât want to admit Iâve expanded your horizons.â
Damian raises an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes as he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze. âExpanded my horizons? More like subjected me to a marathon of pedestrian entertainment.â
You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips despite his words. The episode continues, the soft hum of the TV blending with the comforting rhythm of Damianâs breathing. The earlier tension and worry seem to dissolve into the background, replaced by a quiet intimacy.
Damianâs hand moves slowly, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. His thumb begins to trace gentle, deliberate patterns on your back. You shiver slightly at the unexpected sensation, a delicate ripple of warmth spreading through you. His touch is soft yet firm, spelling out something with careful precision.
Though you donât fully grasp the intent behind his touch, Damianâs fingers trace a delicate script across your skin, inscribing the words of Taliaâs favorite Arabic love poem onto your back.
âMy life shall be sacrificed for her beauty,â his thumb whispers across your skin, âmy blood shall be spilled freely for her, and though I burn for her painfully, like a candle, none of my days shall ever be free of this pain. Let me love, oh my God, love for loveâs sake, and make my love a hundred times as great as it was and is.â
The gentle pressure of his touch, the rhythmic way his thumb moves, slowly eases you into sleep. As each verse of the poem is imprinted on your skin, you find yourself drifting off, nestled against his chest. Damian tenderly presses his lips to your temple, wishing you sweet dreams.
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Thursday, 3:02 AM - Damian's Room, Wayne Manor.
Dick moves stealthily down the moonlit hallway, his footsteps muffled against the plush carpet. He reaches Damianâs door and pushes it open with a gentle nudge. Despite his careful approach, the old hinges protest with a loud, protesting creak, shattering the quiet of the night and immediately stirring Damian from his sleep.
The sudden noise jolts Damian awake, his reflexes kicking in. His eyes snap open, and in a heartbeat, his muscles tense as he instinctively tightens his protective embrace around you. The world outside fades as his focus zeroes in on the intruder.
Damianâs gaze narrows into a steely glare as he locks onto Dick. In a seamless, fluid motion, he throws aside the blankets and reaches beneath the bed, his hand closing around the hilt of a gleaming katana.
Without hesitation, he draws the blade with a swift, practiced flick, sending the katana arcing through the air toward Dick.Â
SHINK!
Dick stumbles back, raising his hands in a defensive gesture. The katana thuds harmlessly into the wall beside him, its sharp edge embedded in the wood just inches from his head.Â
"Such a dramatic wake-up call⌠Good morning to you too," Dick grins, clearly used to this routine. âAlright. I know itâs late, but Selina is still up. I think she wants to talk to Y/N.â
Damianâs snarl is a low, dangerous rumble. âIf you wake her, I will cut your hands off.â
Dick raises an eyebrow, clearly unfazed by the threat. âCome on, baby bird. Itâs not that big of a deal. Just let her know sheâs needed.â
Damianâs eyes remain locked on Dick, a burning intensity that could have melted steel. Yet, after a long, tense moment, he grudgingly nods, the anger in his posture easing ever so slightly. With careful precision, he unwinds himself from the cocoon of blankets that envelops you, making sure not to jostle you awake.
!!!
But as Damian shifts, your senses stir, your eyes fluttering open to the dim light of the room. Your hand moves instinctively, reaching out to grasp Damianâs wrist, your fingers curling around him with a surprising strength. The sudden contact startles Damian, and he pauses, his gaze softening as he looks down at you.
Confusion and concern flash across your face as you murmur, âDames?â
He pauses, his gaze softening as he looks down at you, his eyes reflecting a tender regret. âItâs okay. I apologize for waking you, but Miss Kyle is calling for you.â
You tense immediately, and Damian feels a pang of guilt unfurl in his gut for disrupting your rest.
You sigh softly and rise slowly, wincing slightly as though the wound still bothers you. Although your injury has healed, you keep up the act, unwilling to make it too obvious that youâre fine. You know youâre on thin ice, and the last thing you want is to make things more suspicious.
Damian instinctively moves to support you, his hand steadying your back with a reassuring touch as you rise. Dick, lingering at the doorway, casts an apologetic glance your way.
Damian helps you to your feet, his touch steady and reassuring. He retrieves his soccer jacket from a nearby chair and drapes it around your shoulders with a gentle, almost reverent touch. The jacket, well-worn and carrying the faint scent of his cologne, envelops you in its soft, reassuring warmth.Â
As you and Damian approach the door to his room, you hesitate and turn to him.
âI think I need to handle this alone,â you say quietly. âCan you wait here?â
Damian's eyes narrow slightly, and he hesitates, his protective instincts flaring.
âAre you sure?â he asks, running a hand up your back.
You give him a reassuring smile. âYes, itâs better this way. Iâll be fine.â
Damianâs expression softens reluctantly. âAlright. I will be right here if you need me, beloved.â
You watch as Damian retreats to his room, his hand sliding around the katana lodged in the doorframe. With a smooth, deliberate motion, he withdraws the blade, the metal glinting momentarily before the door closes softly behind him. Dick, meanwhile, falls into step beside you and guides you down the corridor. His presence is steady and reassuring, a calming force in the tense atmosphere.
As you walk, Dick leans in slightly, his voice a low murmur. âYour momâs been on edge all night. Iâm⌠not sure whatâs going on, but she made it clear she wanted to talk to you immediately.â
You nod, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in your stomach. âI figured as much,â you reply, trying to keep your tone steady.
Dickâs expression turns serious, but a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. âYou really gave us a scare,â he says, his tone softening. âJust remember, as a future Mrs. Wayne, weâve got your back, no matter what.â
You chuckle softly, the warmth of his words offering a small measure of comfort. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for the conversation ahead as you reach the door to Selinaâs room.
You turn the knob and push the door open.
Tall windows, framed by heavy drapes, stand slightly ajar, allowing the Gotham breeze to drift through the room. The curtains flutter rhythmically, whispering softly against the glass panes. Selina stands by the window, her silhouette etched sharply against the cityâs glittering skyline. Her back is to you, tense and rod-straight.
The door clicks shut behind you, and she turns her head slightly, her gaze meeting yours with a cool, unreadable intensity.
"Are you going to start talking, or am I going to have to drag it out of you?â
âI was justââ you stammer, struggling to find the right words. âI passed by, okay? I saw the situation and I had to interveneââ
Selina cuts you off with a sharp twist of her head. âI have eyes. I know what happened. I was informed about a tech shipmentâan underground tech shipment by the docks. It was infiltrated. They found all the men webbed. Webbed. To the walls and floors. Donât lie to me, honey.â
You sigh, the weight of the truth settling heavily on your shoulders. âYeah. Okay,â you admit, your voice trembling despite your efforts to stay composed. âIt⌠was planned.â
Selinaâs eyes narrow dangerously as she strides towards you, heels clicking sharply against the floors. Her silhouette, framed by the soft, muted glow of the city lights filtering through the window, looms larger than life.
âDid you have a single clue as to whose men those were?â she demands, her voice slicing through the silence like a whip crack.
âI knew,â you say quietly, âI knew they were connected to Black Mask. It was a tip-off, and I thought if I could justââ
âYou thought? You thought what? That you could handle it alone?â Selinaâs eyes flash. âThis isnât some playground for you to experiment with your powers. Youâre dealing with dangerous peopleâpeople who wonât hesitate to kill. And if you get yourself hurtâor worseâwhat good are you to anyone?â
You lower your eyes, feeling the sting of her words as if each one were a reprimand meant to cut deeper. âI know, Iâm sorry. I didnât thinkââ
âSorry isnât going to undo this mess!â she snaps, her hands gripping the edge of a table.
A hand tangles itself into her hair, strands of hair failing over her gaze. âDo you have any idea what youâve put us through? What youâve risked by acting recklessly? Iâm not just scolding you because Iâm angry. Iâm scared. Youâre my responsibilityâ
Your anger surges, and you shout, âI know, Mom! I know!â The words escape before you can stop them.
Selinaâs expression shifts from anger to hurt, her eyes momentarily softening before hardening again. âDonât take that tone with me."
âExcuse me?â you snap, stepping closer. âYou think youâre the only one whoâs ever lost something? Every time I bring up my mother, you just give me the bare minimum! I was going to start digging eventually.â
Selinaâs eyes widen, a mix of hurt and frustration flashing across her face. âYou think Iâm holding back information from you? Iâm trying to protect you! When your mother died, I promised myself I wouldnât let anyone else I cared about get hurt."
âWeâre so past that! Iâm already knee-deep in this world,â you say desperately, your voice rising. âMom, look at me! Just look! I have Spider DNA in my veins. My boyfriend is a vigilante. Iâve faced kidnappings and attempts on my life ever since I was born! You canât keep treating me like a child who needs to be sheltered from reality.â
âI raised you! â Selina screams, raw and primal, the words tearing from her throat with a force that leaves you momentarily stunned. âI gave up everything to keep you safe, to try and shield you from the worst parts of this life because I couldnât bear to lose you too!âÂ
Her voice shatters mid-sentence, the tears slipping from her eyes despite her best efforts to hold them back. But she doesnât stop, pushing through, her words tumbling out in a frantic, desperate rush. âEvery time you put yourself at risk, itâs like ripping open a wound that never heals! Donât you get that? I canâtâI wonâtâlose you, too!â
The raw emotion in her voice shatters your anger, melting it away like ice under a warm sun. You step forward, your movements gentle as you grab onto her shoulders, guiding her down into a chair.Â
âI know, Ma,â you murmur, your voice softening as you try to soothe her. âI know itâs okay. Iâm here, and Iâm not going anywhere. Iâm sorry.â
Selina breathes heavily, her anger still simmering just beneath the surface. âI know. I know youâve been through so much. Itâs justâI donât want you to be a target for Black Mask. Heâs a fucking monster, and I didnât want you to be in his crosshairs.â
âIâm already in his crosshairs,â you whisper, bending down and reaching into your sock, where youâve hidden the flash drive containing the information you retrieved from the warehouse. You had tucked it in earlier while changing in the bathroom.
âThis,â you continue, holding up the small device, âis information on all his future activities. This was the mission I had earlier.â
Selinaâs eyes widen in alarm, her fear quickly reigniting into fury. âHave you put no thought into the rules I set? Putting yourself in that kind of dangerââÂ
âDanger Iâm already in,â you cut her off. âDanger Iâm about to face.â
"Y/N," Selina hisses out in warning, her eyes flashing dangerously, fangs glinting in the moonlight like a cornered cat.
âWhat? You think you can stop me?â you scowl as she stands. âIâm done playing by your rules. And if you get in my way, I wonât hesitate to take you down.â
Selinaâs eyes narrow, and a scornful smile twists on her lips.
"Prove it."
âWhat?â you manage to choke out.
Without a word, she launches herself toward you. Her foot whips out in a sharp, hard kick, sending you reeling backward. You hit the small balcony with a heavy thud, the harsh chill of the metal biting into your skin.
A pained grunt escapes you as you scramble to regain your footing, the cold air wrapping around you like a bitter embrace.Â
"Prove it, honey," Selina taunts, her voice dripping with contempt as she saunters toward you. She draws her claws with a slow, deliberate motion, the metal gleaming ominously in the dim light. âShow me youâve got some fight.â
Before you can fully recover, Selina is on you again. You barely evade her claws, landing heavily on the cold metal railings. The chill bites into your feet, but you push off the railing with a powerful leap, ready to re-engage.
Selina's leg sweeps toward you with brutal intent, aiming to knock you off balance. Reacting quickly, you shoot a web to the railing, swinging yourself back into position and avoiding her strike.
You retaliate with a hard kick to her chest. The impact sends Selina sprawling, her body slamming into the ground. She rolls to absorb the blow, springing back up.
Her eyes flash with anger as she leaps from the balconyâs ledge, executing a high-spinning kick. You twist in mid-air, grabbing the edge of the balcony to dodge her attack and pulling yourself back onto solid ground.
âIf you try to stop me, if you try to control me, youâll only push me further away,â you shout, breath coming in sharp bursts. âAnd I promise, Iâll fight back with everything Iâve got.â
"Then fight!"Â
As she swings at you again, you snatch her wrist, twisting it with a sharp, decisive motion. With a sudden push, you force her own claws against her, the cold metal slicing into her shoulder.
Selina hisses in pain, her body recoiling as she shoves you away. The razor edges of her claws carve a deep, angry line across her shoulder, a vivid stripe of crimson blooming against her skin and staining her outfit.
The sight of it catches you off guard, a sharp pang of guilt gripping you as her pain registers. You stand frozen, eyes locked on the streaks of red that disrupt the perfection of her skin.Â
âMomââ your throat tightens. âIâm soââ
Selina starts to smile, a small, almost reluctant grin that slowly grows wider. The sight is so unexpected that it momentarily takes you aback. Then, much to your surprise, she begins to laughâa rich, genuine sound filled with a mix of relief, amusement, and something deeper you canât quite place.
âYou think this is funny?!â you exclaim, bewildered and on the verge of anger.
Selina looks at you with a bitter smile, her laughter fading. She clutches her bleeding shoulder, her expression softening as she lets out a long sigh.
âYou really are my daughter,â she murmurs.
You slowly ease from your defensive stance, confusion furrowing your brows.
âAlright, fine. Point proven,â she continues, voice gentler now. âTrying to cage you would only make you fight harder to claw your way out. Literally. I should know better than anyone how that feels.â
âO⌠kay?â you mutter, still grappling with the sudden shift in her demeanor. âSo, I guess weâve proven my point. What now?â
âNow,â she says slowly, âwe talk. Like sane adults. No more clawing each otherâs faces off.â
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An hour later, both of you sit on the edge of the bed, cradling cups of warm jasmine tea from the tea set provided in your roomâbecause, of course, each guest room in the Wayne Manor has one.
The steam rises gently from the cups, warming your fingers and offering a soothing contrast to the cool air. Selina sits across from you, her shoulder wrapped in bandages.
As you sit on the edge of the bed, you fill Selina in on everything thatâs happened: the mugging with Morgan, the shooting when you saved her, and the whole "guy in the chair" thing. Youâre honest about all the other stuff and the support youâve received, but you leave out the fact that Tony Stark knows your secret identity, keeping that bit to yourself for now.
Selina stares at her cup of tea, her eyes wide with disbelief. The steady ticking of a clock fills the room, punctuating the silence as she processes what you've just shared.
âSo, youâve been pulling all the strings?â she asks. "Orchestrating all of this?"
You lick your lips, choosing your words carefully. Orchestrating is a strong word. More like everything is falling into place. But that does sound better.
âSomething like that,â you say, nodding.
Selina blinks, taking a slow, contemplative sip of her tea. âTrying to rein you in would be a lost cause at this point,â she says, setting her cup down. âSo, what exactly is the plan from here?â
You place your cup back onto its saucer with a soft clink, the porcelainâs gentle chime briefly breaking the quiet. âI need to dig deeper into Black Maskâs operations. With Morganâs help, Iâve got the tech and the intel, but thereâs still a lot we donât know.â
Selina nods, tracing a finger along the rim of her cup, her gaze distant. âBatman will notice. The moment you step out into the city proper, youâre going to be a target. And once youâre on his radar, a contingency plan will be set.â
You stay silent, fiddling with your fingers.
Selinaâs gaze hardens. âAnd thatâs what worries me. Bruce is just a manâno powers, no special DNA. But if he sets his mind to something, he can take anyone down. I donât want you caught in that crossfire.â
You open your mouth, but Selina cuts you off.
âThatâs why Iâve had my own contingency plan in case Gotham ever fell apart.â
You glance at her, a thread of dread weaving itself into your thoughts. âContingency plan?â
Selina nods, her tone heavy. âWhen I first took you in, my plan was to leave Gotham as soon as possible. But then the Catwoman thing happened, and I got⌠sentimental. I couldnât bring myself to leave. Still, I made sure we had a backup.â
âBackup? What do you mean?â
Selinaâs expression softens slightly. âI bought an apartment in Metropolis. It was supposed to be a safehouseâsomewhere to go if things got too dangerous here. I even set up fake identities for us, just in case we needed to disappear fast.â
âMetropolis?â you ask, your disbelief coming through with a half-smile. âSeriously?â
Selina winces, her expression sours. âYes, it was meant to be a last resort. If things ever got too out of control, or if our secrets got out, it was our escape plan. I didnât want us to be hunted down. I wanted us to have a safe place to go.âÂ
She cracks her knuckles, releasing some of the tension in her hands.
âItâs still an option if things get too messy. But for now, Iâll help you as much as I can here."
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Damian walks up the stairs, his steps muted against the polished wood. In his hand, he clutches a thick blanket heâs taken from the storeroom. The absence of your presence has made his room feel uncomfortably cold, and he refuses to go back to sleep without you there.
As he nears the guest room where you and Selina are deep in conversation, he slows his pace, the soft hum of your voices drifting through the slightly ajar door.Â
He knows he should respect your privacyâa lesson heâs learned the hard way after being caught tailing you during patrols more than once. But his curiosity tugs at him.Â
He lingers outside the room, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, straining to catch snippets of the conversation drifting through the slightly ajar door.
âThatâs why Iâve had my own contingency plan in case Gotham ever fell apart.â
The voices are muffled, but Damian can detect the guilt in Selinaâs tone.
âContingency plan?â
There was a pause.
âWhen I first took you in, my plan was to leave Gotham as soon as possible. But then the Catwoman thing happened, and I got⌠sentimental. I couldnât bring myself to leave. Still, I made sure we had a backup.â
âBackup? What do you mean?â
âI bought an apartment in Metropolis. It was supposed to be a safehouseâsomewhere to go if things got too dangerous here. I even set up fake identities for us, just in case we needed to disappear fast.â
Damian freezes.
"Metropolis? Really?"
Selinaâs voice carries a note of sorrow. âYes, it was meant to be a last resort. If things ever got too out of control, or if our secrets got out, it was our escape plan. I didnât want us to be hunted down. I wanted us to have a safe place to go.âÂ
Damian remains frozen in place.
Hunt? Who was hunting you down that made Selina think it was necessary to move rather than seek help from his father? Did she not trust Batman's abilities? Did she not trust his?
His grip on the blanket tightens until his knuckles turn white, the rough fabric digging into his palms like a searing brand. A bitter, acrid taste rises in his throat, mingling with the bile of frustration and helplessness.
Had he not proven his devotion enough? Each time he threw himself into the fray, each time he fought with everything he had, did she still doubt his ability to protect you? His every act of defiance, every sacrifice, should have been proofâshouldnât it?Â
Did she think that running away was the answer? Did she believe that abandoning Gotham and leaving him and Bruce out of the fight was a better choice? Her secretive plans, her carefully crafted illusions of safety, were they really a solution?
Panic starts to claw at him, twisting his insides into a tight knot. Or maybe it was because of him?Â
Gods, he knew you were too good for him, but was he so inadequate that she thought hiding you away was the only option? The thoughts gnaw at him like ravenous insects, feasting on his insecurities. He can almost feel the raw, hot sting of failure as it eats away at him from within.Â
He remembers the first day he was left with Bruce, the way his own father looked at him, the way his brothers looked at himâlike something about him was inherently wrong.Â
He was the outsider, the boy who had to claw and tear and rip his way into their world, proving his worth to a family he barely understood, a family that barely understood him.
Every mistake he made, every bout of uncontrollable rage, felt like blood on his handsâdark, sticky, and impossible to wash away. Another mark on his name.Â
And now, Selinaâs confession feels like another blow to his fragile sense of self-worth. If even she doesnât trust him, if even she thinks heâs not enough to protect you, what does that say about him?
His legs grow numb, his head spins with disorientation. The edges of his vision blur, and each breath comes in shallow, frantic bursts. He stumbles forward, driven by an overwhelming need to escape. His body moves on its own, carrying him towards his room.
Was he what Selina was protecting you from?
The thought strikes him like a physical blow, leaving him reeling. The blood, the violence, the cold efficiency with which he was taught to killâit all comes rushing back. Damian was trained to be an assassin, raised by the League of Shadows to be a weapon, a tool of destruction.
He feels numb as he stumbles into his room, the familiar surroundings doing little to comfort him. He collapses onto the floor, his legs giving way as he sinks to his knees. Clutching the blanket to his chest, he tries to draw some warmth from its fabric, but it feels like an inadequate shield against the cold, hollow emptiness that gnaws at him from within.
The voices of doubt and self-loathing grow louder, echoing in his mind. Damian doesn't know how long he's been sitting on the floor, trying to control his breathing. Time seems to blur, each second stretching into an eternity. His thoughts spiral, a maelstrom of fear and insecurity, until he hears the soft creak of the door opening.
You stumble in, and he freezes.
Your eyes widen as you take in his disheveled state, the blanket clutched tightly in his hands, his face pale and eyes wide with panic. You rush to his side, dropping to your knees beside him.
"Dames," you whisper. "What happened? Are you okay?"
He tries to speak, but the words catch in his throat. Instead, he shakes his head, unable to meet your gaze. He doesn't deserve to.
You hush gently, raising your hands to his face. "Can I touch you? Youâre having a panic attack, baby."
He nods, his breath still coming in shallow gasps. Your hands are warm and steady as you cup his face, your thumbs brushing lightly against his cheeks.
"Look at me," you murmur softly. "Focus on me. Breathe with me."
He struggles to follow your instructions, his eyes locking onto yours. You take a deep breath in, exaggerating the motion, and slowly exhale. He tries to mimic you, his breaths hitching but gradually evening out.
"That's it," you encourage. "In and out, nice and slow. You're doing great."
Damian's grip on the blanket loosens slightly as he continues to focus on your breathing, finding a semblance of calm in the steady rhythm. Your presence anchors him, drawing him away from the chaotic storm in his mind.
"Youâre safe," you whisper. "Iâm here with you. Just keep breathing."
Gradually, the tension in his body begins to ease. He leans into your touch, his forehead resting against yours. The panic that had gripped him so fiercely started to ebb away, replaced by a fragile sense of security.
He sits there, the silence heavy around him, before his voice breaks through it, rough and raw. "Are you scared of me?" he asks.
The question hangs in the air. He doesnât mention what he overheard, but the question reveals the depth of his doubt.
You gently brush a strand of hair from his face, your eyes soft with understanding. "Scared of you? Damian, Iâm not scared of you."
He clenches his fists, the blanket still wrapped around his hands. "I⌠I canât seem to do anything right. Itâs like Iâm always falling short."
"Youâre not falling short," you reassure him softly. "Youâre human, and youâre trying your best."
You lean in, your lips pressing against his in a tender, reassuring kiss. As you pull back, your eyes are filled with a deep sorrow.
"Can I ask what brought this on?" you whisper.
Damian takes a deep breath, his gaze shifting to the floor as he gathers his thoughts.
âI overheard part of a conversation between you and Selina,â Damian begins, his voice sharp and dripping with bitter resentment. âShe spoke of a contingency plan involving an apartment in Metropolis and expressed concerns about someone hunting you down. If⌠If she felt the need to protect you from something by leaving, does that mean that Iâm not enough? That Iâm not capable of keeping you safe?â
His words come out with an edge. He meets your gaze with eyes darkened by hurt and anger. âI wanted to be someone you could rely on, someone who could safeguard you, not merely another liability. But now it seems Iâm just⌠inadequate. As if my dedication and efforts amount to nothing.â
You start to speak, but Damian interrupts. âWhoâs hunting you down? Whatâs going on? Beloved, Iâve let you into my lifeâplease, let me into yours.â
âI know, baby,â you say softly, running a hand through your tousled hair as you try to gather your thoughts. âAlright, okay, I need to tell you about something important. Itâs about the spider vigilante, alright? Thereâs something you need to understand.â
âAgain with this?â Damian scoffs, his hurt evident as he starts to rise from the floor. The movement makes you panic, and you grab his arm, pulling him back down.
âNonono, wait,â you say urgently, trying to steady your voice. âForget that for now. Thereâs something else I need to talk aboutâsomething personal. Itâs about me, and I need you to listen.â
You take a deep breath, trying to keep your voice steady. âOkay. Thereâs a lot more going on than you realize. Iâm investigating Black Mask. Heâs got some operation threatening Gotham, and itâs connected to everything thatâs been happening lately. Iâm trying to figure out what heâs up to, andâŚâ
You pause, struggling to find the right words. âAnd I might have something to do with that vigilante spider youâve seen around.â
Damianâs eyes widen in surprise, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. He stands there, his mind racing as he pieces together the implications of your confession.
The increased absences, the unexplained injuriesâsuddenly, everything starts to make sense. He canât believe he didnât see it sooner. How did he not connect the dots? The vigilance, the secrecyâit all makes sense now.
Youâre the one being hunted.
Brows threaded together, Damian steps closer, taking your hands in his. His fingers brush over your skin, gently massaging small circles.
âI understand,â he says with a grave tone. âI suspected as much. You donât need to explain yourself, beloved.â
You smile in relief, misinterpreting his seriousness for support of your dual life as Spidey.
âI was going to tell you,â you say, your tone warm and reassuring. âJust⌠couldnât find the right moment.â
Damianâs eyes soften, but a steely resolve glimmers within them as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, his lips lingering.
If the spider is the threat, then itâs the spider heâll take down.
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Thursday, 7:53 AM - Stark Industries, Gotham City.
Hours later, Damian pulls up to the sleek, glass-fronted Stark Industries building. The structure towers above, its façade a mesmerizing expanse of reflective glass panels that catch and scatter the sunlight, creating a dazzling play of colors. A polished steel entrance welcomes visitors, a bustling crowd already walking in and out.
As the car comes to a smooth stop, he turns to you with a soft, reassuring smile. You reach over, pressing an affectionate kiss to his lips.
His fingers gently brush your cheek as he murmurs against your lips, âBe careful.â
âI will,â you beam, pulling back to meet his eyes. âPromise.â
With one last lingering look, Damian reaches over to unlock the car door. You open it and step out onto the curb, unloading your bags. Damian gives you a final wave as he shifts the car into gear, gliding smoothly down the street and disappearing into the cityâs bustling flow.
You clutch your bags tightly in your hands. Exhaustion pulls at your every muscleâpatrol, the fight, and the travel have left you feeling like you're on the edge of collapse. After everything that went down last night, you canât help but feel a bit relieved about the month off from school, courtesy of your internship.
Bags under your eyes betray the sleepless night, while the oversized shirt and sweatpants youâve borrowed from Damian make you look more like youâve just rolled out of bed than a professional intern.
Technically, you did roll out of bed, having snagged only about three hours of sleep.
How the hell did Batman and the Robins manage to juggle this kind of life week in and week out? Right now, you feel like death is just a breath away, waiting to claim you.
âHey, kiddo!â Tony Starkâs voice calls out from a distance, cutting through your fog of exhaustion. âYou planning to stand there and stare at the building all day?â
He steps out of his sleek convertible, tossing his keys to the valet with a flick of his wrist thatâs more showmanship than necessity. As he strides towards you, his eyes do a quick sweep over your state.
âI offer you the top spot in my program, and this is how you show up?â Tony says, giving you a light shove on the shoulder.
You give a weary sigh and shuffle alongside him into the building. âGood to see you too, Mr. Stark.â
Tony continues with a smirk, âDonât worry, youâre not the first intern to look like theyâve been dragged through a war zone.â
He leads you into the sleek, glass-walled elevator, pressing the button for the upper floors. The elevator hums softly as it ascends.
You turn to him, trying to muster the energy to keep up with his banter. âSo, whereâs Morgan?â
âWorking on your new tech stuff,â Tony replies. âSheâs buried under a mountain of circuits and cables. If youâre lucky, you might get to see her emerge from her tech fortress.â
The elevator doors slide open, revealing the upper floors of Stark Tower. Tony leads you down a pristine, modern hallway where glossy surfaces catch the ambient light, enhancing the towerâs futuristic vibe. He stops in front of a door adorned with a sleek plaque bearing your name.
You gawk at it, your sleep-deprived brain barely processing the sight. âDamn.â
Tony pushes open the door, revealing a spacious, elegantly furnished room. Floor-to-ceiling windows offer a breathtaking view of the cityscape, and the room is equipped with a large, comfortable bed, a sleek desk, and a cozy seating area.
âWelcome to your new digs,â Tony says, gesturing grandly. âIâd say itâs a bit of a step up from your old place. Given your current state, though, Iâd suggest you take it easy for now. Rest up, and maybe try to look less like youâve just walked off a horror set, okay?â
Despite your exhaustion, a small but genuine smile tugs at your lips as you take in the surroundings. âThanks, Mr. Stark. Itâs really⌠nice.â
With a casual salute, Tony heads towards the door. âAnytime. Now, go on and get some rest. Iâll let Morgan know youâre here. If she manages to claw her way out from under her tech mountain, she might swing by to say hi.â
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A few hours later, youâre well-rested and dressed in a much more presentable outfit: a crisp white button-up shirt with the first few buttons undone, tucked neatly into flared slacks, and paired with white sneakers.
After one last check in the mirror, you give your appearance a satisfied nod, then rub the last remnants of sleep from your eyes. You head out of your room and make your way toward the elevator.
Pressing the button, the elevator doors slide open with a smooth, hydraulic hiss. You step inside and swipe your ID card against the scanner. The elevator's high-tech screen lights up, displaying a seemingly endless list of floor options. You whistle as you scan the array, finally selecting the tech room.
Just as the elevator begins its ascent, a voice suddenly speaks up, making you jump with a startled yelp.
âGood morning!â the voice says cheerfully. âWelcome to Stark Tower. How can I assist you today?â
You quickly recognize the voice as FRIDAY, the buildingâs AI system. Youâve read about it in papers and seen it on TV before. The holographic interface on the screen activates, displaying a friendly, animated avatar of FRIDAY. The AI greets you with a warm, digital smile and a cheerful tone.
âOh. Hi!â you respond, a bit thrown off. âIâm, uh, just heading to the tech room.â
âUnderstood,â FRIDAY replies smoothly. âIâve already noted your arrival. The tech room is on your left once you exit the elevator. Please let me know if thereâs anything else I can help with, sexiest vigilante.â
You blink at the nickname.
âThatâs definitely Morganâs touch,â you mutter.
The elevator doors slide open, revealing a workshop that looks like itâs been hit by a tornado of technology. Equipment is strewn everywhere, and tangled wires snake across the floor. In the center of the chaos, a few remains of a fire extinguisher lie scattered. Morgan is crouched in the middle of the mess, her hair a wild tangle and her face streaked with grease and soot. Sheâs working intently, completely absorbed in her task despite the disorder around her.
You clear your throat, and Morgan looks up, freezing mid-action. Part of her shirt is charred, and a small flame flickers from one of the devices sheâs holding.
âLetâs be honest,â she says, waving a wrench at you, âyouâve seen me in worse shape.â
Shaking your head, you step into the room.
âLooks like youâve been busy,â you remark, your eyes scanning the cluttered area.
Morgan quickly puts out the fire and brushes a few stray wires out of her path before standing up and stretching with a groan. âYou wouldnât believe the morning Iâve had. Between the latest tech malfunction and the mini-explosion, itâs been one chaotic circus.â
âShould I even ask what set off the explosion?â
Morgan chuckles dryly, wiping her hands on a grease-stained rag. âOh, just a little experiment gone wrong. Nothing major. Just some excitement to kick off the day.â She steps over to you, grabs a case from a nearby workbench, and hands it to you with a grin.
You raise an eyebrow, intrigued, as you take the case from her. With a click, you open it to reveal a pair of sleek, high-tech glasses.
Morgan plucks them from the case and holds them up with a grin. âFor you. Theyâre packed with all sorts of featuresâreal-time data, targeting assistance, and even advanced communication options. Basically, theyâre your new best friend in the field.â
You slip the glasses on, adjusting them to fit comfortably. The world immediately sharpens, and a translucent display overlays your vision, showing various readouts and notifications. You gasp in awe, your amazement reflected in Morganâs fond smile as she watches your reaction.
She then moves to grab another deviceâa metal-looking belt that covers your entire stomach. At its center is a spider emblem. She clasps the belt around your waist and gives it a reassuring pat.
âTell it to go on,â Morgan instructs.
Confused, you turn to her. âHuh?â
âJust think of a suit wrapping around you and command it to do so.â
You give her a skeptical look but decide to give it a try. Closing your eyes for a moment, you focus on the idea of your suit materializing.
âActivate?â
Immediately, you feel a tingling sensation as nanoparticles begin to stream from the belt, enveloping your body. The sensation is oddly comforting, like being wrapped in a warm, secure embrace. The suit materializes in shimmering panels, stretching and shaping itself around your form. The glasses transform into a sleek helmet, molding to fit your head with a satisfying click.
The entire process takes mere seconds, and when you open your eyes, youâre fully suited up.Â
The suit fits perfectly. The color is a deep, vibrant red that covers the majority of the suit. Black accents trace intricate web patterns that start from the center of your chest and radiate outwards.
The chest emblem is a bold, black spider, its legs extending across your torso and seamlessly merging with the web patterns. The helmet, now a sleek, black mask with a smooth, glossy finish, features white eye lenses that glow faintly. The same high-tech display you saw in your glasses is now visible in the helmet.
Morgan grins, clearly pleased with the result. âNot too shabby, right?"
"What. The. Fuck."
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Batmoms biggest "fan"
A small thing that I wrote and completed a long while ago. I decided to go back to school and I'm now getting the hang of everything. enjoy this story wherein- You (fem batmom reader) have a sort of fanclub. This fanclub however has the rest of the family on edge. and your sons do something about it :)
You frown as you took a bite of of your food. You were stood up⌠by your own husband of all people. At a nice restaurant that he chose.
For a mission that he wonât even tell you the details about. That of course didnât stop you from indulging in the food and wine that youâve eaten multiple times. The people around you looked at you with the occasional whispers in between. But you didnât mind. In fact, with the way you were eating it might as well been a night for Y/N Wayne to be by herself.
The waiter approached the table with a sheepish smile âthe bill Miss Wayne.â
You gave him a smile that make even those who despise you blush . You pull out your purse and place cash in the folder, followed by the Bruceâs black card. The server Looked at you confused.
âThe black card is for the bill. The cash is your tip.â You say with a wink.
âF-five hundred dollarsâ he shook his head in disbelief âI canât accept this.â
You tilt your head to the side âwhy not? Is it not enough?â You look at his name tag before your phone rang. âYouâve done an excellent job today Jared. Please, accept the tip.â
Jared slowly nodded his head as he return to the back. You check the caller ID and smile âhey hey bird. Whatâs up?â
On the other end was your second eldest Jason Todd. Slowly heâs been talking to you more as of late. Which brings you joy, the last thing youâd want is for any of your boys to cut you off of their life over Bruceâs actions. Lord knows how hard you try to have both your eldest socialize within the family.
âNothing much. You free?â
You look around the restaurant ânot necessarily. Decided to get some dinner.â
âWhere B?â
âOut. Heâs busy tonight.â
There was a pause on the other line ârightâŚâ
The waiter returned with the card and you signed the receipt . You grabbed your belongings and left the establishment. âSo, whenâs the next time I get to see you?â
Unbeknownst to you, the very son you were on the phone with stood atop the apartment across from the restaurant.
âI donât know Ma. Iâm on a very important case right now.â Jason said pressing a pair of binoculars watching you intently.
âHmmm. Well donât stay out for too long. Honestly, you and your father act the same way when youâre working in a case.â
Jason moved his binoculars slightly behind you. He noticed the waiter watching you from one of the restaurant windows whilst holding a pair of white gloves. Your gloves, you mustâve forgotten them.
âUh huh. Text me when you get home. Stay safe Ma.â
You look down at your phone slightly shaking your head. You place the phone back into your purse before raises your had at the passing taxiâs.
~Meanwhile~
Jason continued to watch both you and the waiter. It was only after you getting into a taxi that he put all his focus on the man in the restaurant.
Jason heard some shuffling behind him causing him to roll his eyes âYa know, if you just want a hug you can totally ask.â The man announced his presence with a preppy tone.
Jason grunted âgo away Dickhead, Iâm busy.â
âNo, it looks like youâre stalking mom.â Dick crossed his arms âwhat are your doing Jay?â
âWorking. What are YOU doing? Shouldnât you be in bludhaven? Doing police work.â Jason quipped as he watched the waiter put Y/Nâs gloves in his pockets before returning to work.
âIâm⌠also working right now.â
Jason finally turned to face his older brother âso you know.â
Dick nodded âBabs has momâs taxi being traced as we speak. Tim is also tailing the thing.â
Jason took a deep breath before turning around facing the restaurant. Five months, as far as Jason knows, his mother Y/N Wayne has been stalked by a group for five months. And it only seems to be getting worse. Word around the streets is that thereâs a twisted fan club. A fan club that is too infatuated with the lady of the Wayne household. And the only way a person can be initiated into the group is by meeting Y/N Wayne.
âJay. I know you know Bruce is working on this case. Why not join him instead of doing it alone.â
Jason scoffed âplease, Bruce will just put the mastermind in jail. And then what? Tell me, are you comfortable with mom having stalkers trying to get to her any chance they get?â
Dick didnât respond, which cause Jason to laugh âexactly. That man did nothing when I died. Iâm not taking that risk. Not when my Mom is involved.â
Jason noticed the waiter walk out of the establishment and hastily walked towards a dark ally. Jason put his helmet back on âif you want to help, stay out of my way.â Jason, dressed as redhood Jumped down from the building to follow the man.
Dick watched as his brother followed the guy.
âYou know heâs going to need some backup right?â He heard Barbra in his ear piece.
âMaybe heâs hungry.â Dick flipped off the building befit grappling the next one. Following his brother.
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You arrive to the manor and went straight to the cave. âBruce! Bruce Wayne show yourself right now!â You yelled into the void it seemed. Bats fluttered about as your husband dressed as Batman turned in his seat. He got up and walked towards you
You pointed a finger at him âyou stood me up.â
Bruce rose his hands in surrender âI can explain.â
âIt better be good. Because ainât no way I went to your favorite restaurant only to be looking like a goof ball all alone. The gossip news shows are going to have a field day with this one.â
Bruce didnât say anything. How could he, on the one hand heâs been trying to figure out whoâs actively hunting you down. While on the other hand, he did use you for bait. And that heâll have no problem taking to the grave.
âBruce, talk to me. You and the kids have been tense lately. Is the world ending again?â You ask stepping closer to Bruce. You knew his actions were for a reason, but after years of dealing with this kind of thing, itâs starting to bug you slightly.
Bruce finally felt defeated. âYou remember Dom? Dom rosenbloom from highschool?â
You giggled âof course. Iâve always found him sweet. Wonder what heâs up to.â
âHeâs stalking youâ Bruce said bluntly.
Your mouth hung open shocked by the sudden declaration âwhat? H-how?â
Bruce takes your hand and walks you to the computer. He pulled up multiple videos of this man following you at every instance. Galas, work, the gym, even at the supermarket.
âBruce. Why didnât you say anythingâsâ you gasped before slapping his shoulder âyou used me as bait.â
Bruce smiled slightly. Your tone was most definitely playful given the situation. âI mightâveâ
You squeezed Bruceâs hand making him face you. His armored chest rising and falling slowly. You look up into his eyes. He then returned the gesture by placing one of his gloved hands on your face. âOn a serious note Honey. Youâre in danger so lay low for me alright.â
You nod your head. Your fingers dancing along his chest âThatâs still not an excuse to stand me up.â You say standing up on your tippy toes before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. You turn and began ascending the stairs. âIâll be more carful from now on Bruce. Now⌠Could you at least join me in the bath~ I think thatâll make up for your silliness.â
Bruce looked at the time then back at you. âItâll be my pleasure Mrs.Wayneâ
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Jason followed the waiter to a run down school. He loaded his gun before stealthily walking into the building.
âRubber bullets?â Nightwing chirped beside him.
Jason swung his arm around pointing the gun at his brother âkeep it up and Iâll use real ones. Just for you.â Jason scoffed âyouâre a pain in the assâ
âNot as big of a pain at that one over there.â Dick pointed to the other side of the building. Damian dressed as Robin snuck in through a window before disappearing.
Stressed Jason put the gun away âWheres his adult.â He said before the two followed the tween down the hall.
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âMy brothers! We are gathered here today to honor a priced relic. Mrs.Wayneâs gloves.â
A group of people gathered in the abandoned schools gymnasium. Y/Nâs belonging from shoes, jewelry, even discarded hair products were put up on display. Oooâs and ahâs can be heard from the crowd making Tim feel sick to his stomach. Before he hacked into the building lighting grid gunshots fired. Tim massaged his temple, there was only one other person he can think of that doesnât have his kind of finesse.
âAlright. Which one of you is the leader?â Red hood parted the crowed of people as he pointed the gun at the man on stage.
Tim moved his head side to side before jumping down from his hiding spot. Knocking out one of the stage guards.
The man attempted to run on the other side but was stopped my a smaller Robin. Damian kicked the guard in the gut before crossing his arms.
The leaderâs face turned red with embarrassment âWhat is the meaning of this. I , Dominic rosebloom will have all of you- â
âPfffft Iâm sorry. Rose bloom? Thatâs your name.â Nightwing appeared from behind Redhood who still had the gun pointed at Dominic. âYou were bullied werenât you.â
Dominic opened his mouth to say something but Tim pulled out his laptop. âActually yes. According to sources Y/n Wayne was his only friend throughout his high school years. Then uhh⌠Bruce Wayne stole her from him. Gross⌠anyway You guys didnât know that?â
âTsk what does it matter. Letâs settle this quickly. I have something important attend to.â
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The sun shone through the silk curtains of your bedroom. Normally youâd wake up in bed alone but your husband laid next to you scrolling through his phone. He chuckled slightly before showing you what he was reading.
âDominic RoseBloom found guilty for harassing and Stalking Mrs.Wayneâ
The picture provided was a grown man left out in the open with heart underwear and a dunce hat on.
âNo⌠who would humiliate him like that.â You say pressing a hand over your mouth.
Bruce look at the picture further, he noticed a green cape in the bottom of the photo âour children.â
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Live in Five
Reporter Reader x Cameraman Kyle Garrick | Ao3
MDNI | NSFW | cw: sexism, almost car wreck, driving in blizzard, PiV sex, fingering, afab reader, consent checks, unprotected sex, barely edited
Word Count: 4.9k
Summary: After your boss sends you and your cameraman out into a blizzard you find yourselves stuck in the snow in your news van. With no signal and no way to get the van out, the two of you have nowhere to go for the night. You have to entertain yourselves one way or another.
A/N: Y'all thank @mareiasereia for sending this ask that reminded me of this idea.
You sigh, looking down at your feet for the time being. As long as you can until youâre forced to stare into the sun behind the silhouetted camera. Cold wind bites at your cheeks, nearly seeping through the thick wool of your trench coat. You hate these winter outdoor broadcasts - canât ever quite get used to the weather despite doing them for years now. It takes all your concentration to keep your teeth from chattering while you speak.
âHowâs my hair?â You ask, squinting as you try to meet Kyleâs eye where he works on setting up his camera.
âJust perf- oh!â He jogs forward, gently tucking what you assume to be a stray piece back. âPerfect. As always.â
You roll your eyes, cheeks warming. He always manages to get you flustered, even after years of working together. Youâd think youâd get used to it - the way his dark eyes focus in and the slight grit to his voice. Instead it infects you - pools at the base of your spine and gnaws at your concentration.
Kyle whistles at you, holding up a three.
You nod, adjusting your stance and clearing your throat.
Two.
One.
âThanks, John.â You grin, meeting the cameraâs âeyeâ. âThe downtown winter festival is well underway. Everyone seems to be enjoying the festivities-â
You go through the normal song and dance. Kyle follows as you move closer to the wooden, painted entrance to the park for the vent. Itâs nice this year, actually. The city sprung for a real artist to craft something interesting. Though, nothing will top that one time they let the local elementary school decorate it. It isnât anything special, this story. Just the usual yearly coverage of the usual winter activities. Youâve done the festival for the past three winters - the first just after the station hired you. If it werenât for the icy air on your cheeks you might enjoy it more.
Kyle cuts, lowering his camera and you sigh in relief. Even after all this time your cheeks still hurt from smiling for so many minutes straight while talking. At least you didnât stutter at all. Or slip. You almost wiped out last year. That clip became more popular among the highschoolers than you might have liked.
âGreat job, luv.â Kyle grins, giving you a supportive thumbs up.
You snort. âThanks.â
âItâs so cold.â Kyle sighs as he packs up his camera carefully into itâs case. His hands are always so delicate. âIâm thinkinâ a coffee stop on the way back?â
You hum and glance at your watch. âI suppose it wouldnât hurt.â
âAlways so serious.â
âOne of us has to be.â
âThink youâre mixinâ me up with Johnny, luv.â
âOh, right.â You snicker.
The station you work for is small. Local. Buried in the back woods, covering a single populated town and the surrounding rural counties. Most of the news pertains to weather for the sake of farming, or livestock related accidents. The occasional violence makes its way onto the main, evening segment but generally it isnât anything that canât be covered in an article. Thatâs the other half of your job - updating articles and writing short columns about recent events. Itâs not glamourous, but itâs still journalism. Plus, picking up the extra work boosts your pay and vacation time enough to make the job a little more worth it.
You watch from the side while John and Kate prepare for the serious evening news. The big, main anchors of the station. They might as well walk on water around here. Not that they act like it. Theyâre actually quite kind. Kateâs suits are always smart and often brightly colored. Her hair is always quaffed and you pray that your skin looks that good at her age. John⌠well, everybody loves John. Hard not to with that warm smile and those wide set shoulders.
âCan you drop these at my desk, sweetheart?â Philip pulls you from your daze. He smirks down at you in that twisted, snake-like way while holding out a file. âSince youâre headed that way.â
You frown. âIâm not your-â
âThanks a lot.â He drops the papers, the last of your coffee sloshing as you just manage to catch them. Philip is easily the most insufferable asshole in this place. You curse the day you volunteered to move cubicles because it would put you closer to the tech guys. To Kyle. Now youâre sharing a wall with the human embodiment of liquid shit.
Itâs not just him, really. Most of the men here donât see you as anything important. Too young, too new to hold any weight around the station. The pretty, soft girl that does feel good, soft stories. A petting zoo. Some fluffy little thing for them to caress and coo at. You glance back at Kate. The men donât mess with Kate. What does she do so differently?
Itâs not that you mind doing fluff stories. Those are fine. You enjoy them, even. Youâd rather spend your time talking about kids selling lemonade to fund their future college (still dystopian) or some dog that managed to save itâs owners life (still cool as hell.) You just wish they took you seriously. That you werenât treated as lesser for it. Lesser for not wanting to be subjected to violent accidents and crimes that make your gut churn.
So, you do what you usually do when you want to slam your head through a wall, disappear into the tech room. After messily throwing the file on Philipâs desk, of course.
âAlright, darlinâ?â Kyle leans back in his chair as you push through the door into the designated âbat cave.â
You nod silently, glaring at your feet as you flop down into the open editing bay. Itâs nice in here. Calm. Separated from the main office. You feel like you can actually breathe in here.
âThereâs my bonnie lass!â Johnny appears from the supply closet with his usual ear to ear grin. You donât miss the extra pinkness of his lips - or the way Simon follows him out.
You glance over at Kyle who has turned back to his editing. You watch his hands as they move, his eyes locked in on the screen before him. Are you the only person in the world that follows rules? That does as theyâre told? How come everyone else gets to break them?
Itâs Friday. A massive blizzard blew in seemingly out of nowhere halfway through the work day. Your meteorologist practically scrambled to figure out what to report on and how long it might last. Roach, they call him, on account of that time he survived getting picked up and thrown by a tornado. Most people mutter about leaving early, some preemptively grabbing their coats. A few snuck out the back nearly an hour ago when the weather first started. You opted to hunker down and get some work done, considering the universe blessed you with a lack of Philip for the day.
The harsh utterance of your name has you snapping up, back straight and eyes wide. âMr. Shepherd! Uh, how can I help you?â
The station owner steps into your cubicle, face as taught and stern as ever. He isnât the one that hired you but part of your onboarding included a brief meeting with him. You hated every second - an inexplicable pressure building in your chest the entire fifteen minutes. Itâs back now.
âThere was a massive wreck on the highway. Fifteen cars, apparently.â Shepherd says. âI want you at the hospital giving updates for the site. Take your camera man, too.â
You blink up at him dumbly for a moment. âSir, I donât- In this weather? Itâs a blizzard out there! Weâd just be in the way-â
âItâs not a request.â Shepherd snaps, staring down at you with that bored, icy gaze that makes you desperately wish he had hair you could rip out. You know you have to, though. Youâve seen him fire people more important than you over lesser infractions.
âO-okay.â You murmur, hands balled into fists. Partially from anger, partially to keep them from visibly shaking. It isnât right. It isnât right that heâs putting you in this kind of unnecessary danger. Kyle, either. Oh, KyleâŚ
You drag your feet as you head to the tech room, heart dropping into your gut as you see him packing up and pulling on his thick bomber coat. Probably assumed youâd get to leave early, too. You should get to leave early. You should have ducked out an hour ago like the others. Why do you always follow the fucking rules?
âHey, angel.â Kyle grins, smile dropping as soon as his eye meets yours. âWhatâs up?â
âShepherd wants us to go to the hospital.â You swallow roughly to keep your voice from cracking. âWants us to cover some big car wreck from there.â
âThaâs so far from here!â Johnny gasps from his perch at the editing bay. âHe cannae expect ye tae go out like this.â
âHe can, apparently.â You mutter, staring at your feet. You want to say no. You want to give him an earful - to really lay into him about his sexist, careless attitude. Yâknow, girlboss stuff or whatever. Whatever Kate would probably do. She wouldnât take this laying down, belly up. Instead your hands shake and your eyes sting with frustrated tears. You canât breathe right. Itâs wrong. This is wrong. Itâs wrong and you canât do anything about it without losing your job at the only station in town.
âHey.â You jump as Kyleâs hand strokes down your arm - gentle and warm. Grounding. âItâs alright. The vans got chains on the tires. Weâll take a backroad and see how far we can get. If we have to turn back, Iâll take the heat.â
You snap your head up to meet his gaze. âKyle-â
âItâs fine.â He smiles reassuringly. âCâmon, go get your coat.â
âO-okayâŚâ
You stay quiet at you load into the van. Guilt gnaws at your chest while you do the same to your inner cheek. The idea that youâve put Kyle in danger just because youâre too weak to argue with your boss makes you feel weak. Pathetic. Youâre pathetic. Neither of you talk much as you drive, opting to keep the radio low so Kyle can concentrate on the road. Itâs just as bad as it seemed. You can barely see to the end of the headlights - the sun having already nearly set - everything else pitch black while the snow glints in the light. Itâs falling sideways. You can feel the truck sway every so often from a massive gust of wind. At least no one else is on the road.
You wish you didnât feel like crying so badly.
Thereâs a loud cracking sound somewhere. You canât tell from what direction - unsure if it was even real. You canât hear much of anything over the howling wind and snow beating against the van.
âDid you-â Youâre cut off as a massive trunk appears in front of you, crashing down onto the street.
Kyle gasps. You screech, the van whipping off road and he redirects away. A strong arm braces itself over your chest to keep you steady as you careen off the road. You screw your eyes shut tightly, bracing for a likely impact. Between the snow and the darkness you canât tell what direction youâre facing when the van finally lurches to a stop in the icy mud. A loud grunt escapes you as your seatbelt locks against your sternum.
Several beats of quiet pass between you. Both of you panting, trying to clear your heads and take in what just happened. The moment breaks when Kyle drops his arm, hand resting on your thigh. You donât think anything of it past a comforting gesture - there isnât any room in your brain for anything else as you blink slow. It feels good, though. Grounding. It slows your heart and evens your breathing.
âScary, huh?â Kyle chuckles nervously, still staring forward out the windshield.
You canât help but giggle back, nervous energy making your hands shake. âUh-huh. You okay?â
âYeah.â He finally turns to look at you. âYou?â
You nod quietly.
âAlright.â He grunts. âLetâs see about getting out of here.â
The moment he hits the gas to reverse you both know youâre in trouble. The tires spin, whirring loudly along to the wind outside. The van doesnât budge an inch. Youâre stuck on the side of a random backroad, in the middle of a blizzard, with a felled tree in your path, all alone.
Kyle pulls out his phone, tapping around. He sighs loudly, resting his head back on the car seat headrest. âNo signal out here. Fuckinâ hell.â
Youâre well and truly stranded.
Your shoulders start shaking and you bend forward, curling in on yourself. You bury your face in your hands, hot tears swelling in your eyes. âKyle, Iâm so sorryâŚâ
âOh, angel-â
âI couldâve gotten you killed! I couldâve - all because I couldnât - Itâd be all my fault!â You sob.
Kyleâs hand comes to rest on your upper back, rubbing in gentle circles. âLove- itâs okay. Weâre okay. Hey, look at me.â
You shake your head. How could you? How fucking could you? Pathetic.
He takes your wrist, peeling your hands away from your face. âLook. At. Me.â
You sit up slowly, still hiccupping, though no longer sobbing like before. Something about his touch, his hands on you, just feels right. The world feels right. Grounded.
âItâs not your fault. Shepherdâs an arse. He shouldnât have put us in this position. He knew you couldnât say no. Thatâs the only reason he asked.â Thereâs a snarl at the edges of his voice. Something bitter - wrong sounding in his sweet voice. He glances over at the dash. âWeâve got plenty of gas. The battery is basically new. Weâll be fine for the night. Roach said it should be over by morning and theyâll figure out we didnât make it back.â
You sniffle, nodding weakly and undoing your seat belt to breathe properly. Your chest still hurts. âIâm sorryâŚâ
âHere.â After rooting around in the glove box, Kyle comes up with a small pack of tissues. You reach for it, but he makes no move to hand them over. Instead, he takes one out. Cupping your jaw in one hand and slowly, gently, patting around your eyes to fix up the mess you made. Like he always does.
âIâm sorry.â You murmur.
âNo more sorries.â He shakes his head.
Kyle shuts the high beams off, leaving the regular lights on just in case someone drives by. Not that anyone will. This road is underpopulated even during the best summer days. Neither of you speak for a long while. You keep glancing over at Kyle out of the corner of your eye. Heâs thinking about something - you can tell by the pinch in his brow and the pull in the corner of his mouth. He looks so pretty in the moonlight. The contours of his face softened by the low light, eyes nearly pitch black besides a pinprick of light.
âHow are your moms?â You blurt.
He chuckles. âGood. Think theyâre on a cruise right now.â
âIâm jealous.â You snort, looking out the window at the ice.
âFacts.â
You lapse back into quiet, emotionally and physically drained - he probably feels the same. Neither of you quite able to muster your usual, easy banter. A slimy little part of you is glad that Kyle came with you - even if is did put him in unnecessary danger. You donât think you would have handled this situation well on your own. Adrenaline makes your hands shake, your heart still pounding in your chest.
âWant tâ fuck?â Kyle breaks the silence suddenly, head leaned on his hand and elbow on the window seal.
You sputter out an awkward laugh. Heâs joking right? Heâs just fucking with you because heâs bored. âDonât mess with me, itâs not nice.â
âNot messinâ.â
You slowly meet his eye. Even in the dark with only the moonlight and the glow of the electric buttons in the back of the van you can see the seriousness of his expression. The unwavering way his eyes rake over you. He means it.
You shrink away, bashful now. âKyle-â
âYou canât deny that thereâs something here.â He gestures between you. âI know you feel it. That night at the pub-â
âWe were drunk.â
âWe were honest.â He shrugs. âBesides, what better way to pass the time and keep warm?â
You stare at him, eyes searching his face for some other meaning. Some secondary, malicious intent. Itâs not there, of course. Kyle simply isnât like that. Those dark eyes meet yours honestly. You glance down at his hand laying on the arm rest. Itâs been so long since you've been held; touched. Youâre coworkers, though. Close knit professionals. A team. What if moving forward ruins your dynamic? What if you lose him? It would be wrong, wouldnât it? A total HR violation.
Then again⌠why should you always follow the rules?
Fuck it. âOkay.â
âCâmere.â Kyle smiles and reaches over to pull you by your waist and you follow.
Itâs too easy, almost, to let yourself go over the armrests and right across his lap. It takes a moment with your wide hips and thick thighs to get comfortable straddling him. At least the van seats are big. You hover over him slightly, leaning your weight on the hand holding the armrest.
He clicks his tongue, the hands on your waist pressing down. âOn me, love. Want tâ feel you.â
How could you ever deny that? You sigh softly, letting your weight fall into his thighs. Kyle hums appreciatively. The hands on your waist begin to knead down over your hips. You arenât quite sure what to do - what the social protocol is for this situation. Your hands find a resting point on his shoulders, so strong and firm under your touch.
You donât have to worry for long. Not when he leans up to you, the hands on your hips arching you into him, âKiss me?â
You nod, for some reason, before pressing your lips to his. It remains chaste, at first. Little pecks and presses as you feel each other out. His lips are soft, moving so naturally against yours you nearly miss when his tongue swipes across your lower lip. You gasp, giving him just enough room to make his move forward. Suddenly, youâre collapsing into each other. He tastes like his usual morning coffee - sharply sweet caramel. Your hand finds itâs way to the back of his head, one of the hands on your hip scrapes down to grip your thigh.
The moment only breaks when he leans you back too far, sounding off the van horn into the empty night. You both stop, looking at each other for a beat before giggling.
You gasp as the hand on your thigh suddenly disappears under your skirt - your laugh breaking off into a gasp as he cups your pussy through your tights and underwear. His nail catches on the thin fabric. A promise if whatâs to come.
âYou and these fuckinâ skirtsâŚeven in the middle of winterâŚâ Kyle murmurs, breath warm against your ear. âDâyou have any idea how good you look? Prancing around for my camera, huh?â
âKyleâŚâ A shiver runs down your spine.
âItâs just for me, isnât it?â He chuckles, big hands running up your thighs to the bend of your hips. âIâve seen you with the other guys. Not nearly as excited. Lackinâ that little pep in your step.â
He lightly smacks your ass for emphasis. You squeak - face so hot you almost want to get out of the van and bury it in the snow. The heel of his hand grinds against your clit and you canât help but whine quietly. His other hand travels up, pushing at your sweater. His hand catches your bralette as he moves, hiking both up over your chest. A gasp rattles in your throat as he catches a nipple between his teeth, your hands tightly fisting his shirt while you let him explore.
A tearing sound echoes through the van. You canât complain - itâs not like these were your nice tights anyway. Kyle drags his finger along your lips through your underwear. Heâs teasing, eyes locked on your face as he waits for you to react. You just sigh each time his fingers glide over your clit ever so slightly until they stop, catching the hem of your underwear and pushing them to the side.
Kyle pauses, looking up at you. âMay I?â
You huff. âYou better.â
He grins up at you from ear to ear, pressing his lips to yours once again as he drags his fingers between your folds. A low, gravelly hum rumbles in his chest. âSo wet already⌠all this for me?â
The reply gets caught in your throat - cutting off into a moan as he circles your clit with the pads of his fingers. His middle finger circles your entrance, eyes never leaving your face as he gauges your reaction. Youâre sure you look ridiculous - face hot and utter disheveled. He seems to like it, though, quietly moaning with you as he presses one digit inside. You tip your head to the side, matching his slow pace until he adds another. They reach so much deeper than yours ever can, lightly prodding until he finds what he was looking for.
âFuck-!â You gasp, whole body shuddering.
âThere she is.â Kyle murmurs, almost to himself more than you.
âKyyy-!â You whine, rocking back and forth on his hand, desperate for any friction on your clit.
âThassit, take what yâneed, babygirl.â He sighs, catching your nipple between his teeth. âBe good and cum on my fingers.â
It doesnât take much. A few more bounces of your hips just as his fingers curl even further into that spot that leaves you seeing stars. You keen loudly, face buried in the crook of his neck as you fuck yourself on his fingers. You slow to a stop, breathing heavy. Your skin feels electric, body practically humming happily. A pathetic sigh pushes past your lips as Kyle removes his hand.
He slowly brings his fingers to his mouth, groaning as he licks them clean. âTaste just as pretty as you look, love.â
You whine back dumbly, mind and body still coming down from your first orgasm in a long, long time. Well, with a partner at least. Fuck, if Kyle doesnât know what heâs doing. Your find yourself clumsily pawing at his shirt, suddenly desperate to get to see him properly. He just chuckles, pulling it over his head and tossing it toward the passenger seat.
Kyle leans the seat back. It doesnât go far, just enough to give you some extra room to maneuver. Your hands drag over corded muscle just under a layer of soft. You run your fingers through the light dusting of hair on his chest. He lets you take your time, lets you feel him out until youâre satisfied and leaning down for another kiss.
âYâwant to keep going?â He murmurs against your lips. âNo pressure.â
You nod vigorously, the hands you braced on his chest gliding down toward his belt. âDo you?â
âFuck yes.â He sighs, hips bucking up into your hand - telling you to get a move on.
You donât, brain to cottony to care much as you take your time with his leather belt. His breath hitches when you palm him through his trousers - the size of him registering somewhere in the back of your mind. You clumsily undo his trousers, hands shaking in anticipation. He lifts his hips just enough to help you pull his pants and boxers partially down his thighs.
Kyle sighs as his cock springs free, eyes still fixed on you as you take him in. Your eyes widen - raking over the length of hum to the perfectly groomed curls at the base. Heâs what you imagine an artist would carve - curve and veins too perfect. Another shiver runs down your spine.
âPrettyâŚâ The word falls from your lips before you can stop it. You cover your mouth, embarrassment forcing you to look away. Kyle just laughs, reaching up to pulls your face back to him.
âI know.â
You suck your teeth. âArrogant man, you are.â
âJust self aware.â He shrugs, smirking up at you.
You roll your eyes, raising your hand to lick a long, wet stripe over your palm and fingers. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, giving him a long, slow stroke from root to tip. Kyle groans, hips bucking up into your touch. You wish you could reach down to wrap your lips around it - let him rest warm and heavy on your tongue. Another time, perhaps.
You meet his gaze as you position yourself over him. A brief moment to let either of you end it here. To stay on this side of the boundary. To leave things as they were - for the most part, at least. Neither of you take it.
The hands on your hips help guide you down. Slowly, an inch at a time. Without any extra lube thereâs a slight burn to the stretch just on this side of too much. You moan, low and quiet as you finally rest at the base of his cock. He sighs out a moan as you lean your weight on him again - fully sheathed inside you. You peek your eyes open to look down at him. His dark eyes have locked onto where youâre connected, the hands on your hips grip so tight you wonder if theyâll leave bruises. Kyleâs jaw is set as he breathes long and deep.
âA-alright?â You gasp out.
âFeel so fuckinâ good around me, doll.â He grunts through grit teeth. âChrist.â
You tilt your head to watch his reaction while you tentatively roll your hips. Those pretty lashes flutter and Kyle tips his head back, groaning.
A newfound confidence overtakes you. âFeels that good, huh?â
He nods with another low groan as you begin to roll your hips at a rhythm. A slow grind down onto each other. Lazy. Youâre both tired after that adrenaline spike earlier, and your legs still feel loose and jelly after already cumming once. He fills you so perfectly, though. His warm hands drag over your skin, leaving an electric feel in their path. His teeth nips at your neck, mouthing along your jaw. Heâs everywhere - all consuming.
âKyle-â You whine, cheek pressing to his temple.
âYeah, baby?â He moans back. âCâmon - shite -say my name again.â
âPlease, Kyle, f-fu-â Your words trail off into nothing. Just unintelligible chants that you think are supposed to be his name. You canât tell anymore, to enraptured in the feeling of your bodies moving against each other.
Kyleâs hand drifts up your back to cup the base of your neck, pulling you down until your foreheads press together. Your eyes may be screwed shut, but you can feel his on you - boring through to the very core of you. He shifts under you, just slightly, suddenly forcing a startled, keening sound out of you as he thrusts up into you with his newfound footing. The pace becomes desperate as you both careen toward the edge.
âOh, fuck!â You whine, nails biting into his shoulder and the fabric to the seat beside his head.
âGonna cum again?â He pants against your lips. âI can feel it - pretty little cuntâs clenching around me like a fuckinâ vice.â
You nod sloppily, only managing a choked, âY-yea-â
âTogether?â
âMmhmm!â
You cling to each other, eyes screwed shut. Your teeth sink into his shoulder, muffling the high pitched whine that tears through your throat as you climax. Kyle moans in your ear, hands digging into your skin so hard theyâll surely leave bruises in their wake as he spills inside you. You stay like that for a moment, catching your breath - his cum dripping from you as he slips out. You sigh, far too content to just stay here with your face buried in the crook of his neck. Warm and comfortable. It feels right - laying in his arms.
âHey.â Kyle pats your hip, pointing behind you. âWe did the Titanic thing.â
You glance at the fogged up windows and laugh.
#taking a page out of early's book with that abrupt ending#might do another with these two tbh#might return to the hinted pub night#kyle gaz garrick x reader#kyle gaz garrick#kyle gaz x reader#kyle garrick x reader#kyle garrick#cod x reader#fem reader#fat reader#plus size reader#cod smut#reader insert smut
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The Moment I Knew â Lee Know
pairing : idol! lee know x fem! reader
genre : friends to lovers, angst with happy ending, fluff.
summary : in which you fall in love with your best friend, only to be shattered by rumors of him dating someone else. so you try to distance yourself to move on. but letting go proves harder than you ever imagined.
word count : 4,159
author's note : this took three days, whether this is good or not. i hope you like this series. sorry if there are any mistakes.
taglist : @minhosbitterriver
To the world, he's an idol.
But to you, he's much more. He's your best friend, someone who knows you deeply and stands by you. He became an idol while you were still in college.
Actually, you love him.
As his fame grew through the years, you continued your studies, focusing on your master's degree to become a vet. It's sweet how he tells you that if his cats ever get sick, he can come to you for help and doesn't need to find another vet.
You love the idea, so you promise him that.
When Minho invited you to the dorm to watch movies, hang out, or chat, you were always greeted by the sound of yelling, people running around, or occasionally the smell of burnt food. You laughed it off, knowing they were like a family. Despite the chaos, Chan kept apologizing to you profusely. While Chan kept bowing and apologizing to you, you watched Minhoâwell, yeah, he was busy stuffing tissues into Hyunjin's mouth.
Your eyes widened, and you excused yourself from Chan. He followed your gaze and soon facepalmed.
"Minho! Stop that, idiot. You're hurting him!" You scolded, grabbing his arm to make him stop. He gave you a disgusted look, as if to say, "Why are you on Hyunjin's side, not mine?"
"Well, tell him to shut up! He hurt my eardrums!" Minho retorted, yanking his arm away from your grip. Hyunjin, finally free, gasped for air and glared at Minho.
"God, Y/n. How could you stand him?" Hyunjin asked, throwing an arm over his eyes as if exhausted by the ordeal. You laughed softly, glancing at Minho who was still grumbling.
"It wasn't always easy, but I guess I'd gotten used to his antics. Besides, someone had to keep an eye on him."
Minho shot you a mock glare. "Oh, so now you're against me too?"
"Of course not." You replied with a grin. "But sometimes you did make it hard. Maybe I just had a soft spot for difficult people." Minho rolled his eyes at your statement and went back to setting up the movie.
Minho wasn't much of a talker; he preferred to listen more. There were times he did speak, but not often. Still, you were grateful that he wanted to share his days with you. On the other hand, you loved talking, especially with him, and joking around was always fun. However, he hated it when you teamed up with Kim Seungmin.
He remembered a time when you were playing a game with Seungmin. Minho messaged you, urgently asking where you were because he needed your help to find Dori's toy. Seungmin took your phone and replied with a dog meme flipping the middle finger. He hated how powerful you'd become with Seungmin.
You eventually made friends with all of them, and most of them were a lot of fun to hang out with.
One thing they didn't know was your feelings for him. Yes, some of them might have asked about it, but Minho brushed it off, reassuring them that you both were just best friends. It hurt, and you could feel your heart breaking every time Minho downplayed it, making you question if your feelings were even noticed. You didn't know when the feelings startedâmaybe it was because you often spent time together, or perhaps it was the way you were enchanted whenever you were with him.
As time went on, you continued with your own life, focusing on your studies. Yet, whenever you lost in thought, Minho always seemed to come to mind.
After a long day at college, you finally got back to your apartment, exhausted and ready to rest. Just as you were about to settle in, you heard a notification from your phone. You checked it and saw a message from Minho saying he would be coming over because Felix and Seungmin had somehow managed to burn the kitchen.
Your face lit up, a smile curving on your lips. Even though you had to admit you were really tired and your back ached, you couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of Minho coming over.
"Thank you for letting me come here. It was crazy thereâChan was now scolding them both." Minho said as he arrived. He looked around your apartment, taking in the calm atmosphere compared to the chaos he had just left.
"I owed you one for this. If you needed anything, just let me know."
You laughed softly, despite your exhaustion. "No need to thank me. Just make yourself comfortable."
He sat on your couch, trying to calm his mind, while you sat on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest. As you listened, he started to ramble about how the new comeback was wearing him out.
"I swear, this comeback has completely worn me out. With the upcoming tour, I'm just so exhausted." Minho said, running a hand through his hair. You listened quietly, offering a comforting presence.
"I could only imagine how tough that must be. But you were doing an amazing job. It's okay to take a break and just breathe for a bit..." You replied, stifling a yawn as you started to feel sleepy.
"You've never seen me in the practice room. You need to know how tiring it is! Jisung keeps falling, or Chan forgets to mirror the dance." He continued, shaking his head.
You kept listening to his ramble, it made your heart flutter when he opened up to you. Today was just differentâyou were more tired than ever. You wanted to hear more and value these moments, but you shifted slightly, and your head eventually rested against the edge of the couch.
Minho continued talking until he heard your little snores, realizing you had fallen asleep. He glanced down and was surprised to see you resting against the edge of the couch, a gentle smile forming on his lips.
Not wanting to disturb you, he carefully moved to sit on the floor beside you, letting you rest comfortably.
"I didn't realize how exhausted you were. Make sure you get some rest. I'll stay here for a while."
You knew you loved him more, and it was becoming clearer each day. Every time you were with him, you could feel butterflies in your stomach and a warm flush across your cheeks. Even if you didn't really hang around the building or accompany him during practice, the time you spent together was enough to make your feelings grow stronger.
You loved him, and you couldn't even describe your own feelings. You could talk about him all day, about the little things he did that made your heart race, the way he smiled, or how he always knew what to say to make you feel better. But no matter how deeply you loved him, a nagging doubt always lingered at the back of your mind.
Did he see you as more than just a friend? Or were you forever destined to be just his best friend, standing on the sidelines of his heart?
It was night time when Minho invited you to tag along with the group at the carnival. You didn't really want to get on the rides, so you chose to just watch them. As time went on, you all walked around, talking and laughing, but you found yourself lagging behind Minho, falling behind the others.
You glanced at his back, wanting to cherish moments like these just with him. Your mind trailed off, and you couldn't help but think that one day, he'd find someone who truly matched him. There were so many beautiful idols out there, and you began to realize.
Maybe you just weren't meant for him.
A deep sadness settled in your chest as you trailed behind, feeling the distance grow between your heart and reality. You watched him from afar, caught between the joy of being near him and the painful acknowledgment that your feelings might never be returned. The carnival lights seemed to mock your longing, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been but likely never would.
You bit your lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. You didn't want to ruin this momentâhe looked so happy, enjoying himself with the group.
Why couldn't you be strong for once? Why couldn't you just move on from him?
The self-doubt and heartache overwhelmed you, making you wish you could just disappear at this point.
"Y/n? Are you alright?" Minho asked softly, his hand gently resting on your shoulder as he tried to get your attention. As you looked up at him, you saw the concern etched on his face. You didn't want to make him worry.
"I'm fine, Minho. I was thinking how can cats eat leaves." You assured him, adding a joke to deflect his concern. You hoped it would be enough to brush off his worry.
Minho raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Cats eating leaves? You're such a weirdo, Y/n." You laughed softly, relieved as his playful comment eased the tension.
Throughout the night, the ache in your heart never quite went away. No matter how hard you tried to push your feelings aside, it felt like everything around you kept reminding you of them, making it hard to enjoy the evening.
Lee Know from Stray Kids Rumored to Be Dating a Member of a Girl Group.
As you read the headlines, and a knot tightened in your stomach. A flood of questions overwhelmed you, each one gnawing at you and making it harder to breathe.
You knew this day might come, but you didn't expect it to hurt so much. It was as if your heart was being shattered into a million pieces, each one cutting deeper than the last.
You stared at the screen, the words blurring as tears welled up in your eyes. You tried to hold them back, but it was useless. Each tear that fell felt like another piece of your heart breaking away. You should've known better. But why couldn't you just leave him be? Why couldn't you just let go?
You let yourself cry the whole day, dying to ask him if the rumors were true or not. Yet, you didn't dare touch your phone to message him. You were afraid, you were scared. The fear of hearing confirmation, of shattering your last glimmer of hope, kept you paralyzed. Every sob seemed to wrack your entire being, leaving you feeling more fragile and broken with each passing moment.
You clutched your pillow, drenched with your tears. You never imagined that loving him could be this painful. Everything felt unbearably heavy, and it seemed like pure torture. It was as if your world was collapsing, each breath more difficult to take under the weight of your unspoken love.
Luckily, you didn't have class today, so you could cry as much as you wanted. If there had been class, you were sure you wouldn't have been able to focus.
What made it worse was that you didn't have any friends other than Minho and the other Stray Kids members. You hated yourself for not branching out more, and now you had to face the painful reality of moving on from your only close friend.
You kept your word, making an effort to avoid him as much as possible. Your days felt lonelier, and your apartment seemed colder, each corner a reminder of the emptiness you felt.
You hated having to be this way with your own friend. After two weeks, you responded only with short replies or didn't answer his messages at all. His calls went straight to voicemail.
When you arrived back at your apartment, you looked around and realized just how much you missed him. The reality of it hit hardâyou were nothing like him, and you felt utterly miserable without him.
"Hyung, I haven't seen Y/n in a while. I tried to message her but she said she's been busy lately." Han said as he took a seat next to Minho in the studio. He then began to type something on his laptop.
Minho's eyes widened in surprise. "You know about Y/n? I've been trying to reach her for weeks, but she's been completely unresponsive."
Han glanced up from his laptop, noticing Minho's distress. "I didn't know something was going on. I thought she was just busy with school or something. Is everything okay?"
Minho sighed heavily, unsure of what to say. He had never truly asked about you. Running a hand through his hair, he muttered.
"I don't know... She's not her usual self these days..." Minho admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. He was confused about what to do, feeling lost without knowing what was going on. Normally, you always knew exactly what to do or say in moments like this, but now, without you, he felt completely lost and unsure of how to fix things.
"You know? Y/n is my voice when w-words fail me, she's the person who listens patiently to all my thoughts, and she's the person I depend on when I need someone to be there..."
Seeing his hyung, who almost never talks about his feelings, open up like this was like watching someone who'd been silent their whole life suddenly find their voice. Han could sense just how much you meant to him. It was as if you were the missing piece of Minho's life, the one person who made everything make sense.
God, he wished for someone like you to come into his own life.
"Hyung, I'm sorry to ask this, but do you have feelings for her?" Han's question left Minho stunned.
"What kind of question is that? She's my best friend!" Minho snapped, his words coming out sharper than he intended. There was no way he could have feelings for his own friend, right?
Han looked down at his laptop, trying to gather his thoughts. He had no intention of breaking into his hyung's boundaries, but since he knew you too, he was sure one of you was in love. That thought was embedded in his mind, an unspoken truth he couldn't ignore. He didn't say much, but he noticed the subtle glances and fleeting smiles, the silent language of affection that spoke louder than words.
Minho didn't know what was going through his mind. His instincts urged him to see you, as if something inside was telling him he needed to. He sent you a message saying he would pick you up today.
As he waited for you to finish class, the minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly. When you finally received his message, you were taken aback.
You spotted him waiting for you, his face obscured by a mask and glasses, and a hat pulled low over his eyes. His attempt at disguise almost made him unrecognizable.
"Hey, dummy."
"Hey, why did you waste your time picking me up?" You asked, your tone coming off colder than you intended. You knew clearly he was supposed to have practice today.
"I have some free time, so why not? Plus, you've been acting strange lately, I was starting to think you'd vanished into thin air." Minho replied with a hint of a smile behind his mask. His eyes stayed fixed on you as you walked ahead, a look of concern and curiosity on his face that felt more intense than usual.
As you both walked side by side, the silence between you felt heavier than usual. You could feel Minho's gaze occasionally drifting towards you.
"Are you okay?" Minho finally broke the silence, his voice softer than usual. You hesitated, struggling to keep your composure.Â
"It's nothing, really."
He stopped walking and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, making you turn to face him. "Y/n, you don't have to shut me out. If something's wrong, I want to help. You're my friend, and I care about you."Â
Hearing him worry about you made your heart ache. You took a deep breath, struggling to hold back your emotions.
"It's just⌠There are things I canât talk about. Not right now..." Minho's eyes softened with understanding.
You stood in silence, your emotions bubbling just beneath the surface. You wanted to voice everything you'd been holding back for so long, but the words felt trapped, unable to escape.
The awkward silence was broken by a soft, pitiful meow. You and Minho turned simultaneously, searching for the source of the sound. Minho's expression softened as he carefully approached, revealing a small, trembling kitten cradled in his hands.
Your heart melted at the sight. Without a word, you reached out and carefully took the kitten from Minho, your vet student instincts immediately taking over. As you examined the kitten with utmost care, you spoke gently to it, trying to calm its trembling. You reached into your bag and pulled out some supplies, preparing to tend to its needs.
Minho watched you closely, mesmerized by your gentle touch and genuine care. He was at a loss for what was stirring inside him, but as he watched you tenderly care for the kitten, you looked more beautiful than ever. His heart raced uncontrollably, and a warm flush spread across his cheeks.
As you finished tending to the kitten, you glanced up and caught Minho's eyes on you. He immediately averted his gaze, clearly flustered.
"See? You're okay now, little one..." You said, gently setting the kitten down. It looked a bit more refreshed now. You then brought out some food, carefully placing it near the tiny creature.
The warmth in your actions contrasted sharply with the coldness you'd shown him recently. The more he stared at you, the more his heart began to race, each beat louder than the last. He noticed the same habit you both shared, carrying cat food wherever you went. How could he have forgotten about that?
It was just like the day you met him.
You were helping a cat that had fallen into a sewer when Minho found you. He thought you were weird, which is why he called you an idiot. Despite that, he helped you rescue the cat. That shared moment had been the start of your friendship, and now, seeing you like this, he couldnât help but feel a pang in his heart.
Maybe, Han was right.
"It's like the first time we've met..." He mumbled softly, just loud enough for you to hear.
"Yeah... It does." You replied, a small smile forming on your lips. The memory of that day flooded back, bringing with it a bittersweet feeling.
You bit your lip, feeling the weight of your emotions. With a trembling sigh, you looked up at him, your heart heavy with the realization of the truth you'd been trying to avoid.
"Minho." You started, your voice breaking. "I think... I think we shouldn't be friends anymore."
The words fell from your lips like a heavy, painful blow, and you could see Minho's world crumble in his eyes. As you turned to walk away, each step felt like a dagger to the heart. The light of your presence, once so vibrant, began to fade, leaving behind a suffocating coldness.Â
Minho felt the warmth of your presence slipping through his fingers, replaced by an overwhelming chill that engulfed his heart.
"Is he okay?" Chan asked, peering through the door, the rest of the members trailing behind him. They all shook their heads, unsure. Chan sighed and approached Minho's side.
"Man. Listen, I don't know what's up, but you can't keep going like this. We've got stuff to do, and you're not doing anyone any favors by shutting us out. Just talk to us, okay?"
Minho took a deep breath, his voice trembling. "It's her... It's true what Han said, I really love her. Ugh, I didn't understand it at first, but now I see it clearly..."
Chan's expression softened as he listened to Minho's confession. "Then why don't you confess your feelings?" He asked gently. "You have a lifetime chance to win her heart, but that chance could slip away if you let your fears or ego get in the way. You need to be honest with her. It's the only way to find out if there's a future for you two."
Just as Chan's words echoed in his mind, a surge of clarity jolted through Minho. It wasn't too late to confess. He knew, deep down, that you were the only one he truly wanted. The thought of losing you forever was unbearable.
"Also, have you heard the dating rumors about you? That's probably what hurt her. If I'm right, those rumors have been spreading for at least a monthâ"
"Are you kidding me? A month?!" Minho's voice was a mix of anger and disbelief.
The realization hit him hard. The pain you must have feltâhe now felt it deeply in his own heart. It was as if his chest was tightening, making it difficult to breathe. The weight of the rumors and the distance between you both crushed him.
Without thinking, Minho bolted from the room, his heart pounding fiercely in his chest. Never in his life had he felt such fear of loss. The moment you walked away had already broken him, but the idea of losing you forever felt like it would destroy him completely.
When he arrived at your apartment, he noticed the door was slightly ajar. Doubt and worry gripped him.
Why would you leave the door open or unlocked at night?
He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding as he pushed the door open slowly.
"Y/n?"
When you didn't respond, he stepped inside more fully, the fear gripping him tightening around his chest. His eyes scanned the room frantically before landing on you.
Minho's heart ached at the sight: you were slumped over your desk, surrounded by scattered books and papers. Your exhaustion was palpable; dark circles shadowed your eyes, and your usually vibrant face looked pale and drawn.
Minho gently touched your shoulder, causing you to stir awake. When you fully came to, you were startled to find Minho's face so close to yours.
"Minho? What are you doingâ"
Minho cut you off tenderly, his fingers brushing against your cheek with a warmth that felt both comforting and electrifying. You could see his eyes welling up with tears, his voice catching in his throat. The sight of him so broken and vulnerable was almost too much to bear.
"Y/n..." Minho's voice trembled, breaking through the heavy silence.
"I never imagined I'd find someone who could touch my heart like this. But the moment I knew I loved you was when I r-realized how empty my life would be without you. You're everything I've ever wanted and more..."
As Minho's heartfelt confession filled the room, you listened intently, your once-dull eyes beginning to sparkle with emotion. The weight of his words resonated deeply within you, and you could feel your own heartbeat quickening with every beat.
"When you left, the chill that settled in my heart made me understand just how much you were the fire that warmed my soul." Hearing these words, you could barely hold back the tears that threatened to spill. The relief you felt was overwhelming, as if the weight of unspoken feelings was finally lifted from your chest.
"Minho... You've no idea how much I needed to hear this. I've felt so lost, but now, hearing you, it feels like everything is falling into place." Minho gently cupped your face, his touch both tender and reassuring.
"My heart feels like it's been set ablaze." Minho pulled you closer.
As his lips met yours, the world seemed to melt away, leaving just the two of you in a tender, passionate moment. You gently placed your hands on his neck, fingers lightly brushing through his hair.
The warmth of his body pressed against yours, combined with the sweet pressure of his lips, sent a thrill through you, igniting a fire that mirrored the one he had described.
As you pulled away, breathless and flushed, your eyes locked with his. A soft smile blossomed on both your lips, and your noses brushed together in a delicate, shared moment.
"Then let me be the breeze that fans your flames, ensuring our fire burns bright."Â
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Ëâ HAIRCARE! - SUGURU GETO
SYNPOSIS. with geto being your boyfriend, a morning routine was established. but some say sitting between his thighs as he does your hair; fingers running through strands, removing knots, and stying might be unusual. but to you, it was everything.
WARNINGS! tooth-rotting fluff
WC; 1.05K
THE LIGHT OF THE MORNING SUN filtered through the white curtains, casting a warm glow throughout the shared room. You sat cross-legged on the floor, a small, circled-shaped mirror propped up before you.
Your eyes weren't on your reflection though. Rather, they were closed, too focused on enjoying the sensation of Geto running his fingers through your hair, gently untangling the strands than to bother checking your morning face.
He sat behind you, legs laying on either side of your frame, thighs dangerously close to your face. Your boyfriend's presence brought a comforting weight as you rested your cheek against his upper leg.
You felt a slight tug as he pulled the brush through a particularly stubborn knot, but it was more reassuring than painful.
Honestly, Geto had always been careful with your hair as if it was alive. He always took his time, making sure each stroke was slow and deliberate, muttering sorry under his breath if he tanked on a strand a bit too hard.
It was adorable to see the black-haired male so engaged in a messily task you asked him to one random Tuesday morning that soon became an everyday routine. Even on days, you protested that it was fineâyou found yourself in the same position from the day before, getting ready with all the supplies needed seated beside him.
The cherry on top had to have been when you walked in on him practicing hairstyles that you mentioned you liked. Your boyfriend never found out, and you brushed it off as a mere coincidence since he also had a length to his hair.
You had to stop yourself from geeking when the same hairstyle was on your hair two days later.
The scent of his shampoo filled the space between you, a mix of something herbal and earthy. It was familiar to you, seeing as you stole it and used it for yourself a couple more times you would like to admit.
Hearing the soft rustle of his clothes as he shifted slightly, adjusting his position for better access. His fingers were nimble and practiced, and you couldn't help the admiration at how effortlessly he managed your hair, a task that always seemed to take you ages.
"You've got a lot of patience for this," you remarked, your voice soft in the morning quiet with faint blinking eyes; sneakily peering at him through the mirror.
He chuckled lightly, the sound vibrating through the room to you. "Well, someone has to keep your hair in check."
You laughed the sound blending with the peaceful atmosphere. "Hey, I try my best."
"I know you do," he said, his tone gentle. "But sometimes you need a bit of help."
He didn't speak much more, and neither did you. The silence was comfortable, punctuated only by the occasional hum of approval from him when a particularly tricky tangle came free. You felt the coolness of his rings against your scalp, a stark contrast to the warmth of his hands.
As Geto worked, you let your mind drift; eyes shutting once more, focusing on the rhythmic pattern of his movements. He sectioned your hair, clipping some of it up to keep it out of the way. You could feel the slight pressure of the plastic clips, holding everything in place.
"You always take your time with this," you mused, feeling the brush glide through the length of your hair, each pass smoothing out the strands.
"I like taking care of you," he replied simply, his voice low and sincere.
Feeling your body warm at your boyfriend's words, you slightly straighten up, cheek moved up from his thigh to sit at the front. Geto not bothered by the sudden movement switched to a finer comb for the finishing touches, feeling the difference between the bristles.
"Any plans for today?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.
"Not really," he said, his fingers deftly weaving your hair once more. "I was thinking we could just relax. Maybe watch a movie later."
"That sounds nice," you agreed, smiling at the thought.
When the male finally finished, he gathered your hair in his hands, twisting it into a loose braid. His fingers worked quickly, securing the end with a hair tie that was on his wrist. You opened your eyes and looked in the mirror, admiring his handiwork. The braid was neat and tight, but not too tight, and you could see the pride in his eyes as he looked at it.
"You did a great job, Sugu," you said, turning slightly to face him.
"Glad you like it," he replied, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror.
Geto leaned forward, resting his chin on your shoulder, his breath warm against your ear. You could see his reflection in the mirror, his dark eyes soft, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your forehead, a tender gesture that made your heart flutter.
"Thanks," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't need to respond; the gentle squeeze of his hand on your shoulder said it all. The two of you stayed like that for a moment longer, savoring the moment of the morning, the quiet connection between you.
"Want some breakfast?" he asked after a while, his arms had now found their way across your body; secured in his hold.
"Sure," you replied, leaning back into him. "What are you in the mood for?"
"How about pancakes?" Geto suggested, head resting between the crook of your neck, making you squirm in response with sensitivity. You could feel his lips curl to a smirk. "I can whip up a batch pretty quickly."
"Pancakes sound perfect," you agreed with a laugh, playfully taking his face and gently shoving it away from you as if to hide your neck from him.
He grinned and, with a swift motion, scooped you up into his arms. You squealed in surprise, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.
"Suguruâput me down!" you laughed, but there was no real protest in your voice as you "tried" to escape.
He carried you effortlessly toward the kitchen, his steps steady and sure. "Nope. You wanted pancakes, and I'm delivering you straight to them."
You giggled, leaning your head against his shoulder as he carried you through the house in defeat.
Maybe you didn't mind this being an everyday routine.
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A Helpful Bath
Beetlejuice x fem reader (could picture Lydia or whoever)
Word count : ~900
Warnings : he gets her off đ¤ˇđźââď¸
Notes: she needed a bath and he helped đ sorry about misspellings or grammar errors. I word vomit occasionally but suck at it. This is just for me to have fun.
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It was just a simple bath to calm her down. She was over everything and just wanted to lay in the warm water and relax. But one thing led to another and she thought there might be a way to be a tab bit more relaxed.
Scooting down so her head was comfortably on her bath pillow she closed her eyes and took a long slow breath. Now who to think of. Well, there was that guy in the new book she just started. No, she didnât know enough about him yet. Maybe he was a creep. There was that cute guy at the store today. Fuck! What if he was a creep too??
She figured she should start before her bath water became cold and someone would just come to mind. Taking another deep breath and slowly letting it go, she moved her hand across her hip. Gently she found where she needed and started to make the circle motions she had made many times before. Her other hand came up to softly tug at one of her nipples. A soft sigh escaped her lips.
Several faces started to come in and out of thought when suddenly, the creep of ALL creeps popped up. Her eyes opened wide as her hands dropped back to her sides making a loud splash. This canât be happening. How in the world could she think of him of all people while getting off?? After a few seconds though she started to give in. What difference would it make? She wasnât summoning him, only thinking of him. And his roughness. And is need to prove a point. What a jackass. Oddly it was making her horny again.
She let her eyes close and her hands moved back to their positions. She breathed through the thoughts of him putting her in her place. His wicked laughter andâŚshe laid dead still. She was instantly aware she wasn't alone. Before she could open her eyes though, a hand covered them and a rough voice demanded for her to keep them shut. A slight nod is all she could give for she felt she was in no position to argue.
What felt like ages went by of her thinking about what he must be doing. Was he examining her? Did he think she looked fat or gross? Was he disappointed? Wait, why did she care if he was disappointed or not?? Just when she was about to speak, she felt him lean down next to her ear and ask quietly, âWould you like some help honey?â once again all she could do was slightly nod while biting her lip.
She could tell he was in his suit by the way his sleeve touched her stomach as he replaced her hand with his on her clit. The angle was better with him next to the tub but she tried to focus on the feeling and not wondering if his suit was getting wet. As he started making small slow circles, she calmly grabbed his wrist to hold onto. She could feel him start to lean next to her face again. Like some puppy, he nuzzled his way between her jaw bone and shoulder. Picking up the pace slightly, he worked a moan out of her. He couldn't help himself and lightly bit that soft spot on her neck which caused another breathy moan. This time a dark chuckle escaped him in response. She felt herself starting to clench down to it. Fuck.
Beetlejuice decided he wanted a better angle. He wouldn't go further himself tonight with her, but he'd be sure she'd be satisfied. She could feel when he shifted and was getting into the tub over her. He didn't stop his circles as he bent down, his knees on either side of her legs. She could hear his boots squeak against the side of the tub where the soles rubbed above the water line. He must be soaking wet now. Why would he get into the water with his suit and boots?? Shit! Focus!!
Using both hands now, one to keep her legs just barely a jar since there was a lack of room, and one still circling, she felt him once again right in front of her face. âBreatheâ he finally had to remind her. Giving her about two breaths to relax again, he couldn't help himself any longer. He circled her hard and as she opened to moan again he leaned forward and kissed her. She almost protested but at the same moment he had slipped the other hand from keeping her apart, to putting two fingers inside her. She couldn't help but give in.
Her arms that had been still at her sides automatically reached up around his neck, causing the kisses to deepen as her head was tilted back against the cold tile. Long ago her pillow slipped down but all cares had disappeared. She was so close but she started to think again, now about it ending too soon. She was fulling enjoying the sensations and making out with him. âCum for me honeyâ Beetlejuice said in a demanding voice as he put his forehead against hers. It was all she needed, his commanding and cool skin against her hot head and she was gone. Crash after crash she clenched down on his fingers. He gave her mouth space to curse and moan until he started slowing down his movements and gently kissed her once more.
Thank you she whispered feeling him starting to back up. His smug and satisfied laugh echoed in the tub though it has a tone of sympathy somehow. Suddenly as he had appeared, she knew he was gone. She opened one eye and then the other. No sign of him to be seen. She pulled herself up in the tub and held her knees. Maybe she was dreaming. The only sign would be the next day when an almost undetectable bite mark in the scoop between her neck and shoulder would appear.
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Hi! I'd like to request a heacanon for Sasuke, Gaara and Neji if that's alright? I'd love to see you write them react to their s/o walk in on them taking a shower naked and just casually invite themselves taking a shower with the boys?
You got it babe! Letâs replace Neji with Shikamaruđ
Warnings: 18+, NSFW AND SFW, darcyphillia
Sasuke
SFW
Sasuke is well aware of the madness that goes on in that little head of yours, so he prepares himself for anything at all times. Walking in on him in the shower might not bother him too much, but randomly deciding to join in and shower too? He might be slightly annoyed, but that annoyance doesnât last too long as soon as you splash water on his face as you proceed to reach for your soap.
He has accustomed himself to having zero personal space in the time that heâs known you, the beginning being a little unusual to him, maybe extremely unusual, but overtime heâs grown to depend on your presence. Sasuke always takes advantage of his situations, especially if it involves you being in personal space, so before you even get to scrubbing yourself down, the bottle of his favorite shampoo magically appears right in front of your face. Mind you, this is your shampoo. And yes he has his own, but he âonly feels special and clean with your productsâ. Gasping, you shift your head to take a look at him, eyeing him up and down, âHow dare youâ, you say, âWell, youâre here, so do me the favour, or whatâs the point?, he questions. âWhat the fuck Sasuke, how about a âOh babe you know I really enjoy having you wash my hair, please help me out, Iâll wash yours tooââ, you say, Sasuke unable to hold in a chuckle at your weak imitation of his voice. But you remain serious, and when he notices that he gets serious too, the two of you simply staring at each other. Sasuke finally speaks, âBaby, you know I love having you wash my hair, please be a good girl?â, he says as though heâs bored, making you gasp once again. âPlease?â, he pouts. âFuck youâ, you say, grabbing the shampoo from his hand, âThatâs my girlâ, he says before turning around, to allow you to work your magic.
NSFW
If you want to shower with him, then baby, youâre going to shower with him. Thereâs just something about the feel of your fingers gently scratching his scalp that sends signals to his peepee, so as soon as youâre done heâs definitely in the mood to âwashâ you, immediately reaching for your loofah and body wash, lathering it up faster than you can question him.
Youâre also a blushy mess because heâs incredibly sexy under all that steam and water, his dark eyes droopy from how relaxing the hair wash was, licking his lips while holding eye contact, making you look elsewhere, trying not to melt under his stare. Lifting your chin up with his fingers, you seriously can no longer hide your blush, making him lick those pretty lips of his once again, forcing you to gulp unconsciously. âTurn aroundâ, he says, his voice deep, low and you know heâs about to rock your world, quickly obeying him to face the fogged up glass. He wastes no time, immediately wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to him, your naked, wet body pressed right against his, the feel of his erection pressing against your lower back arousing you all the more. âLetâs get you all cleaned up yeahâ, he whispers in your ear, goosebumps now decorating your skin from how sinister those words sound with that voice of his. âOkayâ, you squeak, mentally slapping yourself for giving in so easy. Youâre supposed to be a bit of tease, but here you are, submitting for no reason at all. Cupping your breasts, Sasuke begins tweaking one of your nipples, nibbling your neck as he gently scrubs your torso, pulling back at the sound of a gasp. Gently, he lifts your arm up, washing your armpit and gently placing it down before doing the same on the other side. He so gentle with his touches you slowly grow tired, but the occasional nibble and random dirty talk keep you wide awake.
Forcing his knee between your thighs, you part your legs for him like the obedient little girl youâve been up until now. âTch, dirty, dirty girlâ, he whispers in your ear at the fell of how goey you already were from your arousal. âSasukeâŚâ, you gasp as he slowly rubs your clit in circles with the pads of his middle and ring finger, licking a trail up your neck to your ear only to lightly bite your earlobe. âSasuke!â, you softly moan, surprised with how overwhelmed you already are. Moving his hand away he reaches for the shower head, pulling it off the wall to bring it down between your legs. âThank you for washing my hair babe, Iâll make sure to leave you extra cleanâ, he whispers again, spreading your lips apart with one hand to expose your clit to the high pressure, warm water shooting out the shower head.
He will decide when youâre clean enough to relieve you from this torture.
Gaara
SFW
I mean its no surprise to Gaara. He loves you so much and canât handle being away from you for too long. He also walks in on your showers regularly to join you, and actually prefers taking his showers with you. He never intends to get sexual with you, he just loves being near you, conversing about his plans, or how his day wentâŚnot that he wont get sexual heheheâŚ
Gaara is way too clingy for his own good, not that you mind though, because it does somewhat benefit you. Barging in his shower time might actually make his day, immediately wrapping his arms around you, softly laughing at your sudden intrusion. Never letting go of you, he wants to help you wash your body, he ALWAYS helps you wash and you must say, he does a great job at keeping you clean. Heâs so adorable and excited to have you in his company that you canât help but assist him yourself, although he does have a bit of a routine, which you can handle of course. It really makes him feel extra special when you take care of him just how he prefers it.
He will really talk your ears off in there, so be prepared if you want to invite yourself in. Wrapping his arms around you and snuggling into your neck, occasionally planting kisses there is whatâs happening for the remainder if the shower, until the water gets cold, so hopefully you donât have low iron issues. Sometimes youâll join him late in the night after a long day just so he can wash you and hold you in his arms like this. Heâs happy to have you fall asleep in his arms while youâre standing, since youâre so sweet and calm when he helps you out and into your clothes. Not that he canât handle the hyper version of his princess who loves jumping on him and playfully wacking him with towels as he hets himself ready. The difference is just nice sometimes.
NSFW
Heâs not much a fan of shower sex, if anything, he finds it quite overrated and has already expressed his disdain towards it. He just finds it really unsexy. The shower is for showeringâŚor maybe its being wet while at it that kind of pisses him off. He certainly wont be able to enjoy his nut covered in water. Sometimes the water gets cold too and it throws the whole mood off, but meet him outside the shower hehehehe, thatâs something he can work out. Heâs quite sensual about how he moisturizes you and loves it when you moisturize him too. Rub your body against his while youâre at it pleaseâŚand a little oral never hurts anyone right.
Your hands on him put him in such a trans, he canât help the erection he gets at the feel of your soft hands rubbing him down, the warmth of the cream against his skin adding towards the sensation of it all. Closing his eyes and using his hands to lean against the counter, you tend to use this opportunity to have a little fun yourself, licking your lips and swallowing to the thought of tasting him, softly whispering his name out to ask for permission, âGaaraaaâŚ.â, his eyes opening ever so slowly, a split second of confusion on his face making you softly giggle before he finds you on your knees. âHmmâ, he says, clearing his throat, âYeah?â, he speaks, intoxicated with the spell of relaxation you have him under. Rubbing his hard tummy to silently communicate your desire he licks his bottom lip, pulling your shower cap off to start playing with your hair, gathering it all in one hand before leaning back again, eager for whatever it was you were trying to do to him and without wasting another second, you impatiently wrap your lips around the tip of him, circling your tongue around him to taste the precum youâd been eyeing for the past minute. âWoahâ, he softly chuckles at your eagerness, tugging your hair to pull you off of him, making you pout disappointedly. âSlowly baby, donât be greedyâ, he teases, leaning back again.
Letting the greedy little demon inside of you take over, you give his balls a kiss, darting your tongue out flat, to lick a trail up from the base of his cock to the tip, collecting all the precum around his tip and licking his urethra, you were already drooling over how he tasted, withdrawing your tongue to savor as much of it as you could before diving in once again, lapping his urethra to make sure you got it all, swirling your tongue over the tip before wrapping your lips around him, sucking him to your hearts content. You had even forgotten what he had said a minute ago, moaning ever so sweetly as you swallowed more of him, greedily taking more until you felt him touch your uvula, keeping him there for as long as you could, quickly jerking your head back to harshly suck in a breath of air. Your clit throbbed, your knees slightly rising as you squeezed your thighs together,a soft moan escaping your lips before you wrapped them around him again, taking him as deep as you could again, just like he taught you. Taking note of your constant shifting he knew you were enjoying this a little too much, biting his lip to stifle his own noises, wondering if he should take over.
Carefully, he separated you from him, his desire to relieve you of your arousal greater than this. âGaara?â, you softly whimper, looking up at him in frustration, but he before you could complainhe quickly lifts you up, placing you on the counter and spreading your legs. âGaaraaa, I wasnât finished!â, you moan as he immediately gets to stroking your vuvlva with his tongue, softly sucking your clitoris and letting go with a pop, never breaking eye contact. âI promise youâll have your turn right after me okay babe?â
Shikamaru
SFW
Shikamaru simply does not have the energy to react to these kind of surprises. Heâs most comfortable around you than anyone else, so this is the most vulnerable he can be period. âY/n?â, he nonchalantly acknowledges your presence, dramatically covering his chest with his arms, watching you stand right in front of him to get some of that warm water on you. âPlease, babe Iâve already seen those pretty nips Shika! The waters too hot!â, you whine. âExcuse me maâam?â, he finally speaks, lifting an eyebrow. âYes my loveâ, you say, trying to remain casual in hopes that Shika wouldnât kick you out. Youâve always wanted to shower with him, turning around to look at him, his long, black hair clinging to his face and shoulders. âBabe⌠what exactly do you think youâre doing?â, âWell what else would I be doing in the shower Shika? Pass me my loofah over there hunâ.
Eventually he accepts your presence, simply standing there, observing the way you begin scrubbing yourself. âSo babe, what about me then?â, he asks, his first time ever showing with you filled with lots of expectations. âCome hereâ, you giggle, pulling him closer, your bodies pressing against each other as you begin scrubbing him too. The feeling of your soapy, bare tits rubbing his abdomen is a sensation heâs new to, slightly blushing as you begin rinsing him. He might actually like thisâŚor maybe not, heâs undecided, waiting to see where this goes. Spreading his butt-cheeks apart, you begin washing in between them, trying to hide the smile spreading across your face from how he couldnât stop blushing. This is intimate. Very intimate. But he kind of likes it, you love him this much? Now he wants to return the favor, to prove that he loves you just as much of course.
He actually doesnât like being wet for too long, so as soon as the two of you are all cleaned up, heâs turning the water off and reaching for the towels. Heâs a little meticulous about how he handles his business during shower time so you follow his lead as youâve always done to avoid any judgmental stares.
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After a nice hot shower though, heâs so relaxed, he wants nothing but to lay down with you, reaching his hand up your dress/shirt, cupping your boob in his hand as he casually nibbles on you neck. âShika! Omgâ, you whine, irritated as you try to put on a movie, his large hands groping and grabbing you everywhere, forcing you onto the inside of the couch while lifting up your shirt, too strong for you to stop with merely your hands. âYou interrupted my showerâŚso now Iâm gonna interrupt your movieâ, and heâs on you, relieved to finally have your nipple in his mouth as he starts sucking, and you just have to lay there, staring at the ceiling, completely annoyed as Shika softly sucks and bites, grazing your nipple with his teeth and sucking. Two minutes into it, you were so sensitive, barely able to control your needy whimpers and moans. You couldnât handle it any longer, an orgasm not far from happening, but it hurt so much you werenât sure if you could hold out any longer. And his body squishing yours against the couch meant you couldnât move much, so you began tugging on his thick hair, Shika getting the message, moving on to terrorize your untouched nipple, that orgasm quickly gaining on you. A minute or so passes and Shika can feel you slightly shiver beneath him, the continuous, uncontrolled moans and whimpers he heard telling him you were really feeling good. Wondering how long you could handle this, he didnât stop when you started tugging on his hair again, your pussy aching with how good you felt. Every time he nibbled on your poor nip you softly screamed, your hand now pulling on his shirt, the other pushing his forehead back.
âShika! Oh my godâ, you breathlessly whimper, struggling to gain any control as his hand now slipped down your undies, quickly finding you clit, removing his hand and spitting on his fingers to place them right back between your legs, massaging your clit in sloppy circles. âShika pleaseee! Fuck!â, you whine, the pain on your nipple now unbearable as tears stung your eyes. âShika Shikaaaa!â, you scream, your lover finally letting go of your poor nipple, bringing up to quickly cup your breast. âTch baby, youâre ruining my funâ, he says softly, his warm breath against your face as his fingers continue his work. âWait, youâre crying, aww baby, Iâm sorry donât cry, hey look at meâ, he says, your teary eyes sparkling with the cutest pout on your face. âShika that really hurtâ, you sniff, burying your face in his neck, absolutely refusing to look at him. âAhhhh!â, you moan aloud, Shika slowly shoving his middle finger inside of you, removing the hand you had on your boob to grab his muscles bicep. Nudging your face with his, he tries to get your attention, âYeah, maybe I was being a little too meanâŚplease forgive me?â, he asks ever so sweetly, the tone of his voice convincing, and the pleasure of his finger stroking your walls didnât help the grudge you meant to hold against him for making you cry.
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Sleepy girl
A/n: I am not a doctor nor have any medical knowledge. I used Google and I hope I did the request justice! Also, the first time I am writing smut! Good luck to us all.
Warnings: narcolepsy and smut
Request by @gregsgoodlookingneighbour : House has a girlfriend with narcolepsy
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Narcolepsy is a chronic neurological disorder that affects the brain's ability to control sleep-wake cycles. Narcolepsy is a sleep disorder that causes an urge to fall asleep suddenly during the daytime thatâs almost impossible to resist.
You were diagnosed after a car accident brought you to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. You fell asleep while driving and got hit by the car behind you, you were prescribed Armodafinil and Modafinil. Stimulants to help keep you awake and alert; and to help with your follow up Dr. House suggested dinner once a week, which turned to early coffee runs, sleepovers, and occasional lunches.
The humble man that he was, Dr. Greg House loved to remind you that he was the one to put the clues together and diagnose you, to remind you what a great partner you have.
When you moved in together, he made sure every morning that you took your meds, which is why he was extra worried when one morning he woke up to see you breathe and move your eyes, but you couldnât talk or move the rest of your body.
Seeing the panic in your eyes, he sat closer to you and stroked your hair and with his other hand he held yours.
âYouâre having sleep paralysis, a temporary inability to move or speak. It should pass on its own in a few minutes.â
You wanted to nod or say something, but you couldnât.
He stayed home with you that day, he also changed your prescription.
Sometimes, when youâre sleepy all the time, that can affect your sex life. You might not feel like having sex as often, but when you do itâs always mind-blowing.
Greg was a generous lover and as a doctor, he understood that your low sex drive is not in either of your hands. However, when you were in the mood, like when he came home from work one day wearing a red dress shirt, something about it just instantly turned you on.
âHad a mom today, diagnosed with schizophrenia. Turned out to be Wilsonâs disease.â
Taking his blazer off he sat down next to you on the couch, âAlso had a mom who tried to get me to tell her daughter to diet.â
Taking him in, you slowly folded your legs underneath you to sit on your knees facing him. He leaned his head back, his eyes closed.
âYouâre not listening are you?â
You didnât reply, proving him right. Instead, you straddled his legs and moved to kiss his neck.
Cupping your face he pushed you back so he could crash his lips against yours. Lifting your(his) shirt, he slipped his fingers down to rub against your dampened panties. Tapping his chest, you pulled back, âOff.â you tell him, indicating your and his clothes. Standing you pushed your panties off and carelessly threw them behind you before unbuttoning his pants, not bothering to take them off, just pulled his pants and boxers down enough to expose his hard dick. Sinking to your knees, you wrapped your fingers around the base and slowly licked up the shaft but gasped in surprise he grabbed your hair to pull you away, âI want to be inside you.â
Nodding you giggle at first but the second his fingers dig into your waist you realize itâs no joke so you return to your place on his lap.
Slowly sinking,
âFuck (Y/N)⌠youâre so fucking tight,â He mumbled as you waited until you adjusted to his size, leaning your head against his shoulder for comfort. you gasp as you stretch around him, stilling your body as you let it accustom to his girth.
âGonna make sure you sleep well tonight.â He murmured against your ear.
You slowly lifted yourself, almost pulling away from his dick completely before you let yourself sink back down, clenching around him again as his fingernails dug into the side of your hips. You started to pick up pace, switching between grinding and moving up and down on him, his grunts encouraging you even more. He watched as your tits bounced with each movement, your head thrown back in pleasure as you let soft moans escape, a sight he saw both hot and beautiful at the same time. A strangled whine travels up your throat, and you moan softly, your body shook, trying to force your thighs to do their job and move.
âIâm close,â you whispered.
âI can feel it, let go.â
As your body tensed he felt you clench around him, your moans becoming more and more incoherent as you let your body release itself, your eyes now pricking with tears from pure pleasure. He gritted his teeth together at the feeling of you cumming around his dick, which only pushed him even more to cum inside you. He gave a few more messy thrusts before he let himself cum, letting out a few grunts as he wrapped his arms around your waist and clung to you, hugging you as he rode out his orgasm.
You were both sweating and now panting for air, exhausted from the rough but passionate actions. You felt him rest his head against your shoulder.
You started to lift yourself off him, but he only gripped you harder and let out a grunt, making you pause, âarenât I hurting your leg?â You asked quietly.
He shook his head âDonât move yet, just stay for a second,â His voice was still raspy. Even though he would never say it out loud, he loved the way you felt when you just sat there, letting him be inside you as you warmed his cock, especially after you guys were done having a rough session.
After sitting a few more minutes in just the silence, you started to lift yourself again, this time he didnât stop you. You sat down beside him on the couch, he wrapped his arm around you before turning his head to look at you, âNot that Iâm complaining but what was that about?â
Blushing you tucked your head into his shoulder before replying, âItâs your damn shirt.â
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