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nanivinsmoke · 3 months ago

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✩ Take Care .

✩ logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x mutant!femreader

hate is a strong word, but not stronger than the feelings you have for him.

✩ tags: sexual tension, enemies to lovers (?), mentions of blood, you and Logan both get hurt, passionate sex, creampies, logan has nightmares, rough sex, etc…

note: nightmare scene heavily inspired by the first x-men movie with rogue and logan. cr: plutism for divider <3!

“Did you hear? Ms. Y/N slapped Mr. Logan in front of her whole class!”

“I heard that he called her a bitch. I don’t know, that seems deserved.”

“Those two are definitely in love with each other. I don’t even have to use my powers to know.” Professor Xavier shook his head as he wheeled by a group of students, talking about his two hard headed staff members; who can’t seem to get along. At least that’s what they’ve been trying to claim.

Being a telepath has its perks, but it also has its disadvantages, and right now the professor wished he couldn’t read people’s minds. As he rolled into the science class, he wasn’t surprise3: to see the two of you there—keeping distance from one another.

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you two.” Charles announced, causing the two of you to look at each other, an eye roll from you while Logan groaned. Using his telepathy, the professor closed the classroom door; rolling closer to you both.

“Why are we here, Charles.” Logan spoke, getting ready to light his cigar—however you swiped it out of his mouth, using your powers. He shot you and look and the two of you began to bicker, but that immediately ended as the Professor got into your heads; silencing you both.

“Sorry professor..” You mumbled and the old man nodded his head.

“This is the third time the two of you had got into a fight, not counting the ones off school grounds. You two are teachers, adults better yet, and you two are setting a bad example for the kids.” Even though he didn’t look angry as he spoke, it was evident that the Professor was. It was hard for you both to look him in the eyes, he was disappointed with you two.

“If the two of you don’t clean up your acts and realize the truth behind your feelings for each other, then I’m going to put you both on leave; until I deem fit.” The Professor turned and wheeled himself out, not bothering to hear an explanation from either of you—since he made himself clear.

You turned to look at Logan, his hazel eyes on yours before he turned away—following after the professor’s steps, leaving you alone. You sighed and began to clean up your classroom, Xavier’s words replaying in your head; especially what he meant about your feelings. ‘Did you actually hate Logan?’

That question played in your mind for the next couple of weeks, wondering what were your true feelings for him. The two of you stayed out of each other’s way, taking the Professor’s words seriously; you two couldn’t afford to get into another fight.

The only time you two saw each other is during x-men meetings or as you passed each other in the hall way. It was for the best and everyone could see the change, especially Charles.

However, things took a turn during one night in the mansion…

It was real late in the night, almost everyone was asleep; except for you. You had just got out of the shower, a silver colored towel wrapped around your nude body—excess water dripping off of you as you rummaged through your closet for something to sleep in. Settling for an oversized t shirt, you slipped it over your head, tossing your towel on your vanity’s chair—before climbing into your bed, getting comfortable.

And as you reached over to turn off your lamp, your ears perked up to this low groaning, followed by some yelling. You rose an eyebrow and climbed out of bed, slipping on your slippers before coming out of your room, checking to see where that noise was coming from.

And as you followed the sounds, with it becoming louder as you approached, you found yourself outside of Logan’s room. With a soft knock, you entered and tip toed inside—the room covered in darkness, yet you could see the man writhing in his sleep. You frowned at the sight, it wasn’t uncommon for mutants to have nightmares about their pasts. However, seeing him like this hurt you and you walked over to the bed, lightly tapping him to wake him up from this terrible dream.

He continued to shake and mumble, his hands clenching the sheets below him and when you reached over once more—tapping him, he shot up from his bed; yelling—claws unsheathing and piercing your skin. You were stunned, mouth agape like you were going to scream, however nothing came out—you couldn’t.

And as Logan slowly came to, he had realized what he had done, his hazel eyes still wide like saucers—claws retracting back into his knuckles.

“Mr. Logan? Oh my—im going to get Ms. Grey!” A student who happened to hear everything, appeared in the room—shocked by the horrifying sight. You gasped and kept your eyes on Logan, before responding to the student, “No need, just go back to bed. I’m fine.”

Your healing factor had now kicked in and your wounds slowly started to close, the pain fading away as well. You turned your head and gave the student a smile, reassuring them once more. “I’m okay, really! You can go back to bed.” The kid looked over at you once more before nodding, retreating back to their room and leaving you two alone.

Turning back to Logan, his eyes had softened and he had grabbed your waist—staring at you.

“I’m sorry….I didn’t mean—“

“I know. You were just having a nightmare.” You cut him off and gave him a smile small before he pulled away, getting up from his bed and grabbing a t-shirt from his dresser—tossing it over to you. “Since i ruined yours…”

You smiled once more and turned in your heels, headed for the door before you felt his hand on your wrist, pulling you back.

“Stay with me….if that’s alright with you?” His voice was soft, just like his eyes. There was something about this that made your heart swell, so you nodded your head and dipped into his adjoining bathroom—changing out of your bloody t-shirt, into the clean one that he had given you—which smelled like him. Warm and musky, with hints of spice. It was comfortable.

Reappearing from the bathroom, you saw Logan lying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling until his eyes fell onto you. You gave him as soft smile, before climbing into bed with him, creating a distance between you two as you stayed on one side of the bed.

It was quiet as you laid there, trying your hardest to sleep, however it was just too cold. You shivered and tucked yourself further under the blanket, yet it still wasn’t enough. You looked over at Logan, his hazel eyes closed, and scooted over towards him—his body heat radiating off of him and warming you up. He felt you next to him and he didn’t protest or push you off—instead he pulled you closer and wrapped his arm around you, relaxing into his spot.

And after a few minutes, you could hear him snoring, sound asleep once again. You sighed and closed your eyes, drifting off to sleep in the comfort of his arms.

From that day on, everything changed for you.

You had found yourself in his room almost every night, sleeping in the bed with him, arms around each other; having the best sleep of your lives. He didn’t mind it either. You would find him awake every time, almost like he was waiting to fall asleep with you.

And in the afternoon, during your breaks, he would treat you to lunch. Sometimes you guys would eat at the academy, other times he would take you for a ride into the city, buying you something to eat out there.

Almost like your perception of each had changed and you weren’t going to question it. You liked it and deep down you knew he did too. But, there was something about this that had your heart thumping and skipping a beat. Is this what the Professor meant? Was the truth behind the hatred really something else?

Those questions scrambled in your mind and as you entered Logan’s bedroom, your heart caught in your throat. The sight that was plagued upon you was shocking, Logan and another woman in his bed—kissing each other. “Oh.” You let out, startling the two.

The woman parted from him and excused herself out of his room, brushing past you as you stood near his doorway. You kept your eyes on him, a million emotions running through your body as his demeanor changed, standing up and coming close to you.

“Look, I don’t need a fucking babysitter and im damn sure not your boyfriend. You’re fucking suffocating me!” His words were harsh and eat one felt like a personal slap to the face. You could feel your eyes watering and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop your tears from falling. After all the things the two of you said to one another, this was one of the worst.

“You’re a dick. Go to fucking hell!” You stormed out of his room, tears falling down your face—head tense from thoughts of him; and you soon realized what Charles meant. Without using your powers to connect with the Professor, you knew he was listening to your thoughts anyway—shaking his head as he listened to your heartbroken mind. He was disappointed, especially in Logan.

Days turned into nights and nights turned into days as time went on, the two of you never interacting with each other. You passed by each other like two stranger’s on the street and evens thought the two of you worked together—that didn’t mean you needed to interact with one another.

You did your best to avoid him, during team missions you made sure to be paired with someone else and if you were paired with him; you would handle the mission practically on your own. When it was real late at night and you went into the mansion’s kitchen for a snack, and saw him there, you would quickly grab whatever you were looking for and headed to your room—never acknowledging him.

You even went as far as getting a set of ear plugs so you wouldn’t hear him at night. You were done with him. You focused on yourself, your teaching and trainings—riding him of your mind.

As you sat in your class after the last one, grading papers, Charles entered, catching your attention. You smiled at him, but from the look on his face you knew something was wrong. Using your telepathy powers, you listened to his thoughts, your facial expression changing by the second.

You shook your head and stacked your papers together, “He can go to hell and back, Professor. I don’t wanna hear about him.” The older man wheeled closer to you, and placed his soft hand onto yours, a half smile on his face.

“I’ve read his mind, he thinks about you a lot. He’s been miserable with out you, ever since that night.”

“Yeah? Well that his problem, im not the one pushing people away. Im not the one who’s scared of letting people in! Im not the one who’s not scared to admit how they feel!” You yelled, heart thumping out of your chest; overwhelmed with emotions.

“And how do you feel?” Charles inquired and your eyes widened, but before you were able to respond a cloud of blue smoke appeared in the room; allowing Kurt to pass through—a frantic look on his face.

“Professor! Come quick, Logan’s been hurt! He isn’t regenerating and he’s not waking up!” The sound of his voice along with the news, made your heart drop to your stomach. You quickly grabbed onto Xavier’s chair and teleported with both him and Kurt, appearing in the academy’s infirmary. Your eyes widened once you laid sight on him, his half naked body hooked up to wires and machinery, while Jean and Hank worked on him—trying to find anything to get the male up.

Your eyes were filled with tears as you ran over to the table, looking at every wound he had, heart breaking by the second. You cupped his face and sobbed, at that very moment you weren’t afraid to admit how you felt. You were in love with him. Deeply in love with, Logan.

“Fix him! Please!” You begged Jean and Hank, watching them trying to repair his body; but the wounds were deep and without his regenerative factor—nothing would heal.

“We’re trying, but he doesn’t seem to be there either. Like his mind isn’t conscious—I can’t connect with him telepathically,” Jean spoke, patching his bloody body with gauze, hoping to soak up everything.

By now, tears poured out of your eyes as you looked at his lifeless body, “How did this happen?” You asked, eyes never leaving Logan’s body.

“He was on a mission. His car flipped multiple times—totaling everything, injuring him gravely.” Charles explain and you blinked out tears, cupping his face, before you turned back over to the Professor. “Have you tried to tap into his mind?”

“I have, but it’s like he’s not letting me in…I think you should give it a go.” Charles suggested and you took a look at Logan, leaning down to kiss his temple—taking in his musky scent before placing your hand onto his forehead and closing your eyes.

‘Let me in Logan’ You whispered, before you heard his voice in your mind.

‘Princess, is that you?’ His deep voice asked, the nickname making you melt, before you continued.

‘It’s me. I need you to wake up for me okay?’

‘I fucked up, Y/N. I hurt you….fuck im such a dick’ The hurt in his voice made your heart pang, while more tears left your closed eyes:

‘I know baby, but you have to wake up for me. Okay?’ You didn’t hear a reply back, however you were quickly shot out of mind, hearing him groan out in pain as he finally returned back to his body. His wounds started to close up, stopping his crimson red blood from pouring out. Logan’s hazel eyes connected with yours and he started to pull out the wires in his body.

“Wait Logan! You shouldn’t—“ Hank was cut off when he seen the wolf like male reach over and pull you into a kiss—a deep and passionate one.

“I think we should give these two some privacy.” Charles suggested, with everyone agreeing and following him out of the infirmary. The two of you stayed just like that, kissing each other, lips melting onto one another’s—making your heart swell. And as he pulled away from your addictive, plump lips, a spit trail followed; which you happily slurped up.

Logan pulled you close, ignoring the soreness in his body, arms wrapping around your waist—while his head lied on your shoulder, “I fucked up, I ended up hurting you twice…all because I couldn’t say I Love You.”

You were quick to pull back from him, scanning his face for any misconceptions, however his face remained the same; and you kissed him once more—hand reaching up to tug on his hair, eliciting a growl from him. His huge hand traveled from your hips to your ass, giving the fat a nice squeeze through your skirt, making you whine.

“Could smell you the moment I kissed you. I should’ve known how needy you’d be~” You whimpered as his hand trailed under your skirt, ghosting your soaked panties—eyeing you like you were his prey. “Please…Logan~”

“Please what, princess?” He began to rub you through your panties, your slick seeping through and onto his digits. You moaned softly, looking at him with low lidded eyes, “Please, fuck me.” A smirk etched on his face, pulling you into a kiss before he pulled your panties to the side and started to toy on your clit.

His fingers worked numbers on your swollen bud, pinching it and rubbing it in circular motions, making you whine in the sloppy kiss he was giving you. He pulled away from your lips, thick fingers now inside of your aching hole—pumping in and out of it; stretching your walls.

You were in pure bliss, you had yearned for this for some time and now you were getting your wish fulfilled. “Don’t tease me, Lo’~”

“Gotta prep you. Need you to take all of me, princess.” He pulled his fingers from your pussy, a whimper escaping, before he tore your button’s off your top and pulled your skirt off—eyes glued to your navy blue matching set; his favorite color.

You watched him, hunger in your eyes while he undid your bra; your plump breasts falling—nipples standing at attention just for him. The more you watched him take his time with your body, undressing you, the more needy and impatient you became; causing you to take matters in your own hands.

Using your powers, you pushed his back onto the infirmary’s bed, catching him by surprise; eyes locked on your body as you climbed onto of him; hovering right over his crotch. You moved the white blanket, mouth watering at the sight of his heavy cock—cunt becoming more slick with arousal when you grabbed it at the base and eased it into your entrance.

He was just as big as he looked, fatter too, as he stretched your pussy to fit around him—clinging to him like a glove. “Fuck, would’ve been an idiot to give this up,” Logan cursed, big hands clinging to your hips—pushing you all the way down on his length; filling you to the brim. You didn’t bother to try and get used to his size, instead you began to grind and bounce on his dick—tension building in your core; a whine slipping from your lips.

“Slow down, princess. Don’t want you hurting yourself.” You shook your head and continued your movements, tip rubbing against your sensitive spot.

“Need to cum on your cock right now.~” your lewd words, along with the squelching from your cunt, had Logan bucking his hips up to match your movements—allowing a louder, sexier moan to escape from your mouth. “Right there, bub. Sit there and take it.” He pushed your back down, closing the gap between you two and proceeded to drill your pussy.

You were a moaning mess, face on his hairy chest, drool spilling out the sides of your mouth and the coolness form his dog tags stabilizing your body temperature—while he proceeded to make it rise with each stroke.

You were taking it like a good girl, the bubble im your stomach at its peak, seconds away from bursting—you craved the pending orgasm. “G’na cum! Please please please—I love you!” Lips crashing onto one another, his cock twitching; craving a release as well.

“Cum for me….” His tone had came off like a beg and you couldn’t hold it anymore, your walls clung onto him—spasming like crazy, creaming all over his fat dick. Logan watched as you came undone, the pretty mewls and moans were a perfect melody to his ears, perfect enough to help him cum—buckets—into your womb.

He let out grunts, thick ropes of cum pouring inside of you—filling you up while you rode out your high. Your legs shook while he continued to thrust underneath you, bottoming out into your cunt.

And just like earlier, as Charles sat outside the infirmary’s doors, he shook his head—wondering why out of all the mutant powers in the world, he was stuck with telepathy. He unfortunately heard everything, including the two of you going for round two.

However, he was happy the two of you finally got together—his two favorite mutants.

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ivycjl · 4 months ago

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Epiphany

Summary: Benny's just about given up on your relationship. What will he do when you pull away, too?

Hi! Here's my second attempt at writing. I'm planning on this having a few parts if you guys want to see more. The conflict will be resolved at the end of part four, so no worries there. Hope you like it!

Content: Arguing, silent treatment, angst

“God damnit Benny, is it too much to ask for you to be at home? With your wife? For more than one night of the fuckin’ week?”

You had had just about enough of your husband. He worked all day, rode all night, and only came back home when he needed a place to crash. You two live together and haven't seen each other in a week, for God’s sake. Not to mention the way he was treating you like a roommate more than a wife. So, currently, you're retrieving the laundry while you fight with him.

“I have to be there.”

Have to. I just have to do this and have to do that. I have to do everything except treat you like I care about you.

You stomp up the stairs and into your room. Benny had taken to passing out on the couch after his long nights, so you weren't exactly sharing anymore.

“Not every night. Not when you work all day and never come home. I'm tired of begging you, Benny. Sometimes I even wonder if you want to do this anymore.”

He freezes. "Do what?"

You roll your eyes as you fold a sweater. “You know. This. Us. Your marriage. ‘Cause a hell of a lot of the time it seems like you don't.”

He scoffs. “I seem like I don't?”

“Well, you know, you're right. It would be a little hard to tell when we never fucking talk to each other.”

Benny’s jaw clenches, and you stop folding the laundry, turning around to face him. “Do you want this, Benny?”

“’Course.”

“That's all you have to say when I ask you if you still love me? If you want to be in this relationship anymore?”

You could see him getting angry now. “God damnit, I answered you, what more do you want?”

Tears prick your eyes. “I want you to tell me how you feel. I'm not asking you if you like the color red or not, I'm asking you if you love me.”

He sighed. “I'm still here, ain't I?”

You look him in the eyes, silently pleading that he say the words he knows you want to hear. Instead, he turns away from you and puts his colors on. “I gotta go.”

Your heart sinks. Tears are freely falling on your face, and you nod. “So that's it, huh?”

Benny brushes past you like you're not there, but stops when he hears your words. “I am just about done with you, Benny Cross.”

He takes a deep breath, then walks away. You don't allow yourself to break down until the front door slams.

Later that night, after you’d collected yourself, you lay in bed alone, hating everything. Him. Yourself. The motorcycle club. The way he talked to you. If that's how it's going to be, I don't want to talk to him anymore, you think. Maybe I’ll just ice him out for a while and see what happens. The idea has some potential, you think before drifting off into sleep.

When you wake up in the morning, there's no sign your husband ever returned from the night before. Good. You start making some coffee, trying to be happy that you're alone. It's better this way. There's no one to argue with.

You take a deep breath, soaking in the smell of the coffee, the morning sun, the birds. Being along can be good. Nice. You sit down at the little breakfast table, unable to remember the last time you really used it. There's a Vogue from a few months ago under some bills, so you take it out and start flipping through it.

The rumble of a motorcycle breaks your thoughts and dread fills your body. Shit. Just stick to the plan. You aimlessly restart the magazine, hearing the door open a few moments later. Clearly, Benny thinks you're still asleep, because you don't hear him stomping around and throwing his shit everywhere. At least he has some sort of common decency, you think.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you see him standing at the doorway of the kitchen. You don't acknowledge him until he clears his throat, and even then you drag out the time with a long sigh before raising your head.

He's in the same outfit from last night. Your immediate instinct is to jump on him, ask him where he's been, why he was out all night. But you have to give him a taste of his own medicine. Stick to the plan.

A short, awkward silence envelops the room before Benny clears his throat and says, “Morning.”

You look him up and down, trying to seem like you don't care before echoing his oh so sweet sentiments. You turn back to the magazine.

He just stands there for a second before walking over to the coffee pot and pouring a mug for himself. He sits down across the table from you, opens his mouth, then closes it. Your eyes stay firmly on Vogue.

Finally, “You don't want to know where I’ve been?”

“You're here aren't you?” You repeat him from last night. He pulls a face, shifting in his chair. “Really? You don't got nothin’ to say?”

You shrug, “Not much to say, is there?” Another one of his endearing phrases. You were pissing him off, which actually made you feel a little better. “Well fine,” he petulantly replies before leaving the room to change.

About five minutes later, you hear the front door slam again. Guess he's off to work, you think. You try to stop your heart from sinking. If he isn't going to treat you right, he won't get treated right either. That's final.

You return to your reading.

#benny cross #austin butler #the bikeriders #angst #angst with a happy ending #johnny davis #benny the bikeriders #the bikeriders x reader

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seeingivy · 1 year ago

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you belong with me

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: high school!au, gojo is a robotics nerd, reader is class president, emo nanami (my beloved), toji is ur shitass football playing boyfriend, typical cheesy highschool drama

an: tell me why posting this is giving me a tummy ache like I haven't posted for gojo in forever and now i think I suck at it :OOO anyways, please be nice to me about this and close your eyes if you hate it. also, totally reliving my high school days when I was senior class vice president (worst experience of my life) FDLJFKDSJFLS

You’re a hater. A self proclaimed, real-life, deep in your soul hater.

What do you hate today? Being class president.

You hate that you willingly ran, somehow won, had people up your ass all day about stuff that wasn’t in your control, and got stuck in the current situation you were in. Which was arguing with your boyfriend Toji, as you pace around your room and do your own fair share of screaming back.

“You just did that shit because you were pissed at me.”

“I did not, Toji. You know, not everything is about you. Other people needed the money and I put it where it was needed.”

“To the color guard team? Babe, no one gives a fuck about the color guard team. Everyone is at the homecoming game to watch the football team. Not a bunch of idiots waving flags in the air.”

“They’re also part of the game and all their equipment is broken. They need it more than you when you guys literally get donors and funding from the district and-”

“You’re just pissed about the sweetheart thing. That’s why you’re doing this shit and taking it out on everyone else.”

“Toji, I’m not even mad about-”

You’re met with the sound of ringing over the phone, signaling that Toji had enough and finally hung up on you. You flop straight onto your bed, pushing your face so hard into your pillow that sits uncomfortably against your nose and the smell of your laundry detergent makes its way to the crevices of your brain.

You hear a banging behind you and twist around to see Gojo pointing at his walkie-talkie, switching it on as you reach for yours. It’s still covered in glittery pink stickers from when you were seven, the silver coming off on your hand every time you grab it.

“Come in, bunny.”

“Loud and clear, Toru.”

He smiles, setting his hardware down - probably for another weird ass robot he was making - as he holds it up to his face, talking again.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just arguing with Toji, again. I’ll start allocating some of our funds to get you some sound proof windows.”

“Much appreciated, Madam President. That’s very generous of you.”

You laugh, dropping the walkie talkie to lift your fingertips to your temples, lightly massaging the pulsating under your skin.

“For what it’s worth, the color guard team is really grateful you did that for them. I know Utahime was so excited when the new flags came in, she was flipping them around on the field for hours.”

“That’s why it’s even more annoying. I know what I did was right, but he just doesn’t see it that way. Uta dragged me down to the field to watch them and their choreography looks so much better with the multicolored flags. They were really happy about it.”

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown?”

“Heavy is the head that’s dating Toji Fushiguro.”

He laughs as you switch your channel off, taking the last few seconds to study you before you draw your curtains. He can see the tension sitting in your shoulders and how clearly it hurts you to argue with Toji like this. And it infuriates him. That you even have to go to sleep angry and that the cause is the headass idiot you’re dating.

Toji Fushiguro is lucky, far more lucky than he realizes. Not for obvious reasons. Yeah, he’s a great football player and yeah, he’ll probably get scouted for some really good university at the end of the year. He doesn’t have a shortage of friends or intelligence and for all intents and purposes, he’s loved (which Gojo doesn’t understand at all).

He’ll probably be that scumbag that people see a few years down the line and then get infuriated at. Because if an absolute asshat like Toji Fushiguro can be successful, then truly all things have gone to shit. That the patriarchy is real, that society is broken, living proof that the asshole always wins and everyone else always loses.

But no, those are common reasons to hate Toji Fushiguro - ones he’s heard echoed by Suguru and Shoko every time he does something that pisses the two of them off. Like scream obscenities in the hallways, block their parking spots when they’re going to class, call them names when they walk by.

No. Toji Fushiguro is lucky because he gets to date you. Because out of the long list of girls he had to pick one, Toji just had to pick the one that was his. The girl he’s been in love with since he moved in right across the street and had a smiley neighbor excitedly waving at him through her bay window.

To him, love has always been the pigtail braids you used to wear everyday in the fourth grade, the matching walkie-talkies you bought him in sixth grade when he got grounded, and that sweet smile you’ve had since the first day he’s met you.

And when he sees those green curtains pulled against the bay window he’s stared at for years, where he’s loved you from for years, he lifts the walkie and says what he forgot to mention.

I love you.

Thanks to your gracious ride, you make it to school thirty minutes early. Your intuition - that Toji was ditching you as your ride to school this morning - was correct. Luckily, you made it in time just before class started.

Nanami’s already seated on the green bench outside the classroom, headphones plugged into his ears. As you walk up, you silently wonder how much hair gel it takes to keep his Gerard Way hairstyle in place.

“Hi Kento! How is my best friend doing on this fine morning?”

“We’re not best friends.”

“Sure we are!”

You reach forward and pinch his cheek in your hand, which he only swats off and rolls his eyes at. That’s how you know your best friends. Because if it was anyone else, Nanami would probably break their hand and walk away. But he always lets you tease him, because he know he loves you.

“Are you still fighting with that dog?”

“That dog has a name. And it’s Toji. And I’m not sure, he didn’t pick me up for school this morning.”

“Did he at least tell you he wouldn’t?”

“No. I was lucky enough that Satoru had walked Megs to the bus stop a little late and I was able to get a ride with him.”

Nanami looks over, narrowing his eyes at you, as the hallway starts getting crowded with people. And you know what he’s saying, what he’s been saying for the past few months.

“You know, it’s very normal to give your neighbor a ride when they need one. Not everything has ulterior motives, Kento.”

“That’s true. Everything doesn’t have ulterior motives. But he does. I’ve seen how he looks at you.”

“How does he look at me, Kento?”

“Like he’d kiss the ground you’d walk on.”

You roll your eyes, reaching up to mess up his perfectly styled hair. It doesn’t budge and you get a handful of minty smelling hair gel.

“As if.”

Like you’ve summoned him by bringing him up, Satoru’s sidestepping to where you and Nanami are sitting, Shoko and Getou in tow with him.

“Nanami~~ How’s my best friend doing?” Satoru says, bending over to totally obscure Nanami’s line of vision.

“Shut the fuck up, Gojo.” Nanami responds.

Nanami stands up, giving you a look, before he stalks away to his next class. Leaving you, Satoru, Shoko, and Getou standing in front of your classroom.

“So. I hear you have a robotics competition?” you ask.

“Yeah. Next Saturday. We always practice our hardware out the night before, throw a little party in the lab. You should come.” Getou says, smiling at you.

Satoru smacks Getou in the stomach right after he invites you, clearly trying to tell him something with his eyes. And then when he catches you staring, he gives you a nervous laugh.

You get it. He doesn’t want you there.

“Don’t act too excited to see me now, Satoru. Anything more and I might think you like me.” you bite sarcastically.

“What? No, it’s not like that. I just-” Satoru stutters,

“So you don’t like me?” you say, smirking at him. Shoko and Getou are laughing, the tips of Satoru’s turning pink as he very adamantly tells you that he does indeed like you.

“I have stuff to set up for the homecoming game that day, so I won’t be able to. But I’ll try my best, yeah?”

“Okay. Next time?” Getou asks.

“Sure, Sugar-u. I’ll see you guys around, yeah?”

You give the three of them a polite smile as you trudge away, leaving to meet Toji at his locker and give him a piece of your mind for this morning. Which leaves Shoko and Getou to give Satoru the scolding of his life.

“Are you fucking stupid, Satoru? You made it seem like you didn’t want her there.” Shoko says, smacking him on the back of the head.

“I panicked! Plus, Haibara always likes to play Just Dance and I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of her.” Satoru responds, rubbing the now sore spot on the back of his head.

“You’re hopeless, Satoru. She’s never going to like you if you keep rejecting her the way you do.” Suguru says, dragging him along to the robotics lab.

“She has a boyfriend. Who isn’t me. As if she would even consider dating me in the first place.”

And when the three of them pass you by the lockers, clearly getting yelled at by Toji, it only furthers their argument more.

“Yeah, I’m sure she really loves him, Satoru.”

Your argument with Toji hours prior simmers in your head, as you wait for the bus to arrive and for this godforsaken day to finally be over. You watch him pile into his car with Salma and the other boys from the football team, which only makes your anger fester more.

He’s doing this to piss you off. Of course, he’s doing this to-

“Need a ride?”

You look up and unclench your fists to find Satoru, sparkly blue eyes shining at you and a hand held out to you.

“Thanks.”

He leads you to his car, an almost demolished Honda Civic from his maniacal driving, and you climb in, immediately putting your head in your hands. You can feel him moving around you, the engine purring on and him backing out of the spot.

“About earlier. I don’t not want you to come to the robotics thing. I just thought it was awkward the way he asked you and I-I didn’t want you to feel obligated to come, you know? And I-I’d like it if you came too and so would the rest of us.” he rambles, a hand in his hair.

You look up, his ears tinted pink from the confession.

“I was just teasing you, Satoru. I’ll try to make it by, okay?”

He sighs, a clear breath of relief, and looks over to smile.

“Okay, cool cool cool. Now tell me why you and Toji are fighting.”

“When aren’t we fighting?” you murmur, pressing your head against the glass.

“But why?”

And when you look over, his blue eyes staring into yours, in earnest while the light is red, you unload it all.

“Do you know about the sweethearts thing they do at the homecoming game?”

“Uh. That’s when the cheerleaders wear the jerseys right. And then decorate the locker room or some shit for the players.”

“Yeah. Well, it’s not limited to cheerleaders. It usually is, but if you’re dating someone, that person can do it for you.”

“So I’m guessing Toji doesn’t want you to do it for him.”

“Not exactly. He was just saying that it’s more traditional for a cheerleader to do it since they’re also on the side of the track and he wants to see his name out there instead of running around, trying to make sure the game is running and all that.”

You slump into the chair as Satoru frowns, a pitying look in his eyes, as he keeps driving. You can’t help but watch him, his silhouette against the window - defined jaw, the slope of his nose.

He’s not the guy who ran away from kissing you in the eighth grade. He’s just ten times hotter.

You shake your head, letting the thought spill from your mind, as Satoru looks over.

“Jamoca?” he says, giving you a wide grin.

You can’t help but laugh, nodding as Satoru makes a sharp left turn, making his way to the ice cream shop.

Jamoca is your favorite ice cream flavor. Coffee, layered with fudge and almonds, became a proclaimed favorite when Satoru dragged you once in the sixth grade. After very sorely losing the class president battle, you moped in your room for five days - even going as far as borrowing one of Nanami’s My Chemical Romance vinyls to truly and properly mope.

On day three of blasting the vinyl, Satoru called enough and dragged you to the closest ice cream store, claiming it was the closest thing to therapy that you normies could afford. Since then, any bad day was easily solved with two things.

Jamoca and Satoru.

When you make it to the store, Satoru’s excitedly dragging you out of the car, his hand pressed in yours as you both run into the store, giggling while you order your single scoops. And when he drags you out to the curb and you sit there, you silently think to yourself why you ever stopped doing this in the first place.

Satoru leans over, digging his chocolate fudge covered spoon into your cup, before talking.

“So. If you guys fight so much, why are you still dating?”

“Dunno. Feels weird to initiate a breakup, I guess. I can’t see myself doing it.”

“Even when he wants other girls to be his sweetheart?”

“Even when he wants other girls to be his sweetheart.”

You kick the pebbles into the broken parts of the pavement, leaning your elbows on your knees.

“I don’t know, Toru. I guess he was just the first guy who ever liked me back and then I….spent so much time in the relationship and trying to make it work that it feels weird to let it go now.”

Satoru swallows hard, eyeing his melting ice cream, as he ponders the best response. Because in earnest, he has two options. Support you or be selfish. Support you to stay with Toji, to do what you’ve been doing because he knows it’s what you want. Or be selfish. Tell you that he you deserve better, that he could be that for you if you just let him.

He reaches over, flicking you in the forehead.

“Ouch, asshole.”

“You’ve got a really big brain in there. And you always have. You’ll figure out the right thing to do, just give it time.”

And when you give him a halfhearted smile, reaching over into his cup for a bite of his ice cream, he lets it go.

He can’t be selfish. Not when it comes to you anyways.

After running around all day, you give yourself thirty minutes to go to Satoru’s robotics thing. After triple checking the microphones work, the yearbook team has access to the field, the glitter has been set out for everyone trickling in, and that everyone who could possibly need your phone number has it, you speed run to the other side of campus, to the robotics lab.

And when you make it, the five of them - Haibara, Nanami, Shoko, Getou, and Satoru - are in the room playing Just Dance. Shoko’s sitting on top of the desk, flippantly moving her remote in the air, while Satoru quite literally is trying to give it all he’s got - and losing apparently.

You lightly push the door open, which stops the two of them in their tracks, and you’re met with some very excited cheers as they all drag you into the room. You take a seat next to Nanami, giving his cheek a pinch, which he hates.

“You’re Haibara, right?”

“You know who I am?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re friends with Nanami and Nanami and I are best friends.”

“No we aren’t.” responds Nanami, now sulking two seats away from you.

“Are too.”

You throw the nearest object, a pencil at Nanami, as you turn back to Haibara and laugh.

“I like your shirt. Flight of the Navigator is a really good movie.”

You see Satoru, Shoko, and Suguru’s eyes widen in the back at your words and hear a considerable amount of groaning from Nanami behind you. And after twenty minutes, you find out why.

Haibara really, really loves Flight of the Navigator. Almost too much. In earnest, you barely remember the movie - at most, maybe the weird little alien companion he has. But here Haibara is, reciting the cast, the directors, acting out the scenes and it’s clear to you that you’ve tapped into some monster they all keep hidden.

Luckily for you, Satoru comes to your rescue.

“Okay, Haibara. I’m going to steal her for you for some Just Dance.”

“I don’t Just Dance Satoru.”

“Oh yeah? You’re just saying that because you know you’re going to lose.”

You scoff, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

“As if, sweetheart. I distinctly remember you banning us from ever playing that game together after I beat you in the fifth grade.”

“You’re rusty. Maybe we’ll start with something easy. Like Rasputin.”

“I could do Rasputin in my sleep, bitch.”

“Prove it.”

You roll your eyes as you march over to the front, where they’re projecting the game onto the screen. And just for posterity’s sake, you take Satoru’s sunglasses from where they were flipped over on the desk and put them on, effectively blinding yourself from the screen.

And when the songs start, you can hear them all laughing behind you, Satoru and you hurling insults at each other as you dance on. And somewhere around the middle, you’re sure Satoru must be losing because he grabs your hands and suddenly he’s swinging you around in the air, his hands on your waist as you laugh.

And when you take your blindfold off and the song dies down, Satoru wins by five points.

“You asshole. You literally cheated, Satoru.”

“Did not. You’re just a sore loser, bitch.”

“You kiss your mom with that mouth?”

“Every night, sweetheart.”

You put the palm of your hand in his face as you push him away, moving to sit on the desk. He joins you, the two of you now watching Haibara and Nanami have a very one sided dance battle.

After forty-five minutes, Satoru’s phone buzzes three times and the smile on his face drops when he checks. You place your hand on his, squeezing twice before asking.

“You okay?”

“Huh. Oh, yeah. I-I think you should go to the field. Right now.”

“Wait, what? But you hate that kind of-”

He grabs your hand, dragging you out, as you both start running to the field. You keep asking as he pulls you on, getting almost no response and only a faster pace.

And when you reach the field, you catch just the end of it and the only thing grounding you to that moment is Satoru and Utahime, who was surely the one who had texted Satoru, holding onto your shoulders.

Salma, the cheerleader Toji picked to be his sweetheart, just asked him to homecoming during halftime. And he said yes.

Utahime squeezes your hand three times, a soft look in her eyes when she talks.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I just thought you would want to know and I wanted to tell you because you’ve been nothing but nice to me.”

You smile, moving into her open arms as you whisper a small thank you into her shoulder. She leaves, having to return to the color guard team waiting for her on the side, leaving you and Satoru standing on the pavement right by the field.

“Take you home?”

“Thanks, Toru.”

“You want Jamoca?”

“Not today.”

He nods, a hand on the small of your back, as he leads you to his car, even going as far as opening the door for you and letting you crack the windows while you drive back - which you know he hates.

At the first red light, he taps on the top of your head to get your attention.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Do you think there’s something wrong with me?”

“What? Of course, not. Toji is just an asshat who doesn’t see you for what you’re worth and-”

“No. No, no. Not like that. Do you think there’s something wrong with me because I’m not even the tiniest bit sad right now? I’m…relieved.”

Satoru looks over, the red front the traffic light flashing on your face, and a blank expression staring back at him.

“Of course, not. He’s a grade one idiot. Anyone in your position would feel that way, bunny.”

“I know. That’s true.”

“But?”

“Does this make me defective, Satoru? Like, maybe I just can’t like people that much or something and I was the problem.”

Satoru twiddles his thumbs on the steering wheel, pondering the same question he has been asking for the past few days. Encourage her or be selfish.

He can’t be selfish with you.

“Okay, Y/N. Close your eyes.”

“Huh?”

“Just do it.”

“Okay.”

He looks over, to find you eyelids fluttering shut, your face lit up by the streetlights outside.

“Now. Tell me about your dream guy, bunny.”

“What are you going on ab-”

“Just do it.”

You sigh, before thinking hard about his question.

“Someone I can be comfortable with. That’s my type. Like we can have fun together and play games but also being around them is comforting to me. Things might suck, but at least they are there to kind of pick me up at the end of the day. They’re nice to people and are surrounded by good company, because you are who you love and they try to be better each day.”

After finishing, you open your eyes to find Satoru staring at you, an all-knowing look on his face.

“Bunny?”

“Toru?”

“Does that sound anything like Toji to you?”

You slump back into your chair, sinking down.

“No.” you murmur.

“You aren’t defective. Well, maybe in the higher level cognitive thinking part because you clearly have some impaired decision making but-”

“Hey. Don’t be rude, asshole.”

“Get out of the car.”

You crane your head out the window to see you’re in fact not at your house, but at the ice cream store. And when he comes around to your side of the car, opening your door, he drags you out, the two of you eating you ice cream in the light of the dingy lamp outside the store.

You knock hard on your window, only stopping when Satoru looks up from his desk, dropping the pencil he was just scribbling with. You point to your walkie talkie, switching on the channel as he grabs his.

“Hi bunny. You look nice.”

“Thank you. Are you coming tonight?”

To homecoming. Because despite all odds and last night, you still have to go. And crown the homecoming king and queen since you’re the class president, which you’re sure will be Salma and Toji since the universe is very, very kind to you.

“I’m sorry. Haibara needed help designing something for next week.”

“Oh. Okay. I wish you were.”

“I wish I was too. His hardware is Flight of the Navigator themed so wish me luck.”

You laugh, giving him one last smile as he pulls the curtains to his window. And when you see his navy windows against the pane you’ve stared at him through for years, it only now occurs to you.

When he asked you to describe that last night, he unlocked something. Bringing it to your attention, to the forefront of your mind.

The person you were describing is him. You lift your walkie talkie to your mouth, press the button, and mention the words you forgot to say.

I love you.

And then you turn on your heel and drive yourself to the dance.

Satoru ponders it for thirty minutes.

Support her or be selfish. Support her or be selfish. Support her or be selfish.

Be fucking selfish.

Satoru gets up, dropping the hardware he was making for Haibara, and pulls out the first suit he can find. He grabs his walkie talkie off his desk, convinces Megumi to go beg your mom (who loves Megumi) for your walkie talkie, and then goes ninety on the freeway to get to the school on time.

He finds Nanami first, the glob of gel on his head somehow even worse than normal and sets his plan in motion.

“Nanami.”

“Please, for the love of god, not tod-”

“Go hand this to Y/N.”

Nanami and now Shoko are taking the walkie in their hands, flipping it over and inspecting it like they’re the fucking FBI. And more importantly, wasting time.

Three feet away, you’re standing by the punch table, counting how many balloons are on the ceiling. You reach three hundred and fifteen when you’re approached for the first time that night, by Nanami and Shoko.

“Nanami. What is going on with your hair? You can’t possibly need that much hair gel.”

“You would be shocked, Y/N.”

“That's what I said to him too. But this is for you.” Shoko says.

She hands you your walkie talkie, the silver glitter coming off on your hand, as you flip it over.

“Did you break into my house, Shoko?”

“No. But I’m guessing Satoru did. He ran in here five minutes ago and basically yelled at us to give it to you.”

They both shrug as they walk away and you look around, clutching the walkie talkie so hard in your hand you think you might break it. Satoru’s here.

And when you scan your eyes around the room, you see him at the front door, his eyes already fixed on yours. He’s smiling so big that it makes your heart squelch and suddenly you’re moving towards him. And as you both start walking (running) to each other, you can’t help but feel the anticipation of what’s coming.

Except that’s right when Toji stands in the middle of the two of you, his characteristic slimy, sneer on his face. He reaches for your hand first.

“Can we talk, Y/N?”

"No."

You shrug your hand off, pushing right past him, as you walk closer to Satoru. You can hear Toji shouting something at you, but you’re too tunnel visioned on Satoru to pay attention. And when you reach him, you’re both smiling so big at each other, that it makes your face hurt.

He lifts his walkie talkie to his mouth, talking first.

“Come in, bunny?”

“Loud and clear, Toru.”

“I love you.”

You can feel yourself smiling so big, so excited that you’re basically jumping on your toes, your walkie shaking in your hand.

“I love you.”

“Oh thank god. I was scared I was going to get a breaking and entering charge.”

You laugh, pulling him down by his tie and kissing him square on his face. And when he pulls away, ears pink and face red, you whisper against his lips.

“It was always going to be you. I belong with you.”

He smiles, that stupid smile you’ve stared at, loved for years and you can’t help but cheese, leaning forward to kiss him again.

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24hlevi · 4 months ago

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hihi!! can i request ben (sbg) x male reader with social anxiety and bad vision? headcannons please :)

as someone with both social anxiety and bad vision i felt this was made for me, thank you for requesting 🫡

— GOT ANXIETY?

ben clark (sbg) x male!reader

warnings/tags: language, established relationship, mention of anxiety attacks

• having social anxiety wasn't very fun, especially at school where you were constantly surrounded by other people who could judge you or say something behind your back

• thankfully, ben was very helpful with things to help calm you down if you were having an anxiety attack, while he won't say anything, his presence is enough to help you

• also with your bad eyesight, ben was helpful like making sure to bring an extra pair of reading glasses or a cleaner when you forget to bring them

• if you use contacts and hate putting them in (me) ben will totally help you put them in. did he accidentally poke you in the eye the first time? yes, but he was a master after that! however if you want colored ones like aiden he will straight up tell you no

• ben does quite a few things that help with your anxiety, especially with how perceptive he is and can notice when you're starting to freak out. his first resort is grabbing your hand and gently rubbing his thumb on your skin, which usually works when he can see the beginning of your freak out, then if that doesn't work he ends up dragging you to a private area so you can panic alone without anyone to see, if that doesn't work, well then he just sits in the bathroom with you and calmly rubs your back

• ben remembers what sparks your anxiety, he has a little note in his phone of all the things that could possibly cause an anxiety attack of some kind, so he can easily tell when it's happening

• ben understands your social anxiety, so he tries not to have aiden around you all the time since that boy is a terrible person to be around if you have social anxiety seeing as he has none, and if you're hanging out with the group ben tries to keep you as included as possible without freaking you out by aiden's insanity

• ben is 100% a nap taker to avoid stress/anxiety PROVE ME WRONG. he will totally take naps with you if you want to help with your anxiety and bro will sleep for hours if you don't set an alarm

• plus he loves spending time with you without others so it's perfect for him and you :]

• ben uses his text to speech to try and help give you calming advice when you're having anxiety, but the default voice it talks in makes you laugh every time and forget what you were anxious about. ben has thought about changing it but if it helps you, he keeps it the way it is

• social anxiety sucks at school, and the group are basically your personal guard dogs with ben beside you making sure no one even glances at you weird or else there's 6 angry teens looking 😑at them

• it's even worse if you go out in public somewhere with the group, cause if there's any slightest thing that starts to give you anxiety they all are asking what's wrong, if you need anything, etc. while ben just stands there like ☺️ cause he's so glad you're getting along with his friends

• ben is a 10/10 boyfriend and he proves that every day by reminding you to put your contacts in or take them out before bed, cooking you your favorite foods once you get home from school if it was a bad day, and spending time with you 24/7 are just a few of the things

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notjustjavierpena · 1 year ago

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Hate had me in a puddle.

… is there more??

Hurt

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost | Support a disabled creator

A/N: Oh, there’s always more if you ask nicely. This is a follow-up to Hate! Ravenous mean!Joel returns!

Summary: Joel accidentally makes you come after making it his mission for a month to not let you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: +18 Smut (MDNI!), dub-con, dirty talk, painful and rough piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, possessive joel, fingering

Word count: 1.4k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48179338/chapters/122332696#workskin

Hurt

Joel comes back a few times that month after leaving you breathless and pathetically masturbating on the wooden floor of your home. He still takes and takes; fills you up, smacks your face if you get too close and leaves you with an unsatisfied throbbing cunt. It’s beginning to drive you up the wall, because you find yourself touching your cunt more often lately at the thought of him finally letting you squeeze around his cock during climax. You’d even had a day where your clit hurt in the end from your relentless pursuit of coming and coming and coming until your head swam and you could fall asleep without dreaming about his face.

Which makes it ironic that the next time that you see him is when he is hovering above you and disturbing your sleep. The ambush is going to happen in your bedroom this time, and you curse him for somehow already knowing that you are trying to make him stop haunting your dreams. Why else would he choose here and now?

It’s the middle of the night, so your pulse spikes as he wakes you, but before you can scream, he has a hand over your mouth and is ripping the covers off of you. He smiles devilishly as he realizes that you sleep naked, and you don’t want to think about how many scenarios that has just unlocked in his head.

“Hey pretty thing,” he growls whilst already undoing his belt and zipper to shove his jeans and underwear down to free his cock. You look down to see that it’s already hard and throbbing, wondering briefly if he has been debating with himself whether to break and enter or take care of it himself. He seems in a hurry so you guess that he has indeed been touching himself, much to your satisfaction, but his expression reveals that he is also angry. You like him angry.

By instinct, you let your legs fall to the side until your knees almost hit the mattress. Carefully, you reach up to peel the hand away from your mouth so you can let out a soft gasp as he enters you. His size hurts like always and causes your eyes to sting with tears. He is stretching your unprepared cunt out around every bump of the veins along his length.

You can feel yourself start to get wet as you take him in further, putting a hand on his chest to slow him down, but bracing yourself for his loss of patience that’ll eventually come.

“You’re gonna stop crying about this like you didn’t know it was coming,” he spits harshly as he bottoms out with a rough thrust of his hips. New tears spring to your eyes, but you rapidly blink them away, “That’s it, don’t let me see a single fucking tear on that face like you’re sorry.”

He brutally fucks you into the mattress with frustration in his moans. You get used to the pain quickly as your slick starts dripping from you, running out of you onto the bed with each pound of his cock. There’s no way of slowing him down anyway, each of his hands finding a knee and pinning your legs down so roughly that you think he might dislocate your hip joints.

“Fuck. What have I done now?” You rile him up, reaching down to hold his wrists and, hopefully, loosen his grip just a little by pulling. It doesn’t loosen whatsoever.

Something in his eyes go darker, one of them twitching slightly at the snarky comment that you’ve thrown his way. You gasp in relief as the hands move up, the left one on your hip to hold you down and his right one wrapping firmly around your neck. He squeezes, and that is certainly not what you had expected. Both of your hands come up to try and pull it away.

“You and your smart mouth,” he pushes his palm into your windpipe, watching your mouth fall open in a silent moan as he still drills into you, “The girls told me that you are going on patrol with that new guy. They were all stupid and giggly. Thinking of letting him fuck you in one of the safe houses, huh? That it, you little bitch?”

You shake your head with heavy lids, head swimming as the amount of oxygen going to your head has decreased significantly. He leans down further to intimidatingly get in your face, and suddenly his pelvis grinds against your mound, stimulating your clit. You cannot tell him due to actually choking slightly, but you have no intention of letting him know either way.

“Fuck you for even thinking in that stupid little brain of yours that you’re allowed to do that,” he flexes his hand on your throat to grip harder, causing you to moan loudly for just a second before it’s cut off again. He is spurred on by that, grinning maniacally into your face whilst moaning too.

The headboard starts slamming against the wall then, his pace dropping to something slower, but his thrusts are rougher, “Look at me… We are never gonna be wedding bells and domestic bliss, but you don’t ever let anyone else but me screw this pretty and fucking infuriating cunt.”

So that’s his deal; he doesn’t want you, but he doesn’t want anyone else to have and fuck you either. It makes you want to tell him that since he is the one coming each time you are the one screwing him.

Joel Miller is a fucking psycho.

A psycho that’s about to make you come with the desperate rhythm that he is keeping up, chasing something you guess is proof that he owns your body. He is panting above you, losing himself in the moment with you and not noticing the way that your body is climbing to a high - a thing that he has never allowed you.

If he doesn’t let go of your throat soon, you think you might pass out, but there’s no way that you are going to distract him from using you and hopefully, accidentally, making you see stars for once. You cannot bear the thought of finishing the night off by making yourself come and letting him leave like he was just a dream.

Then it happens, your face and chest going red as you feel yourself tip over the edge with him slamming into you. His hand lets go as the first signs of your orgasm hits him, and the sudden rush of adrenaline and oxygen to your brain has you sobbing out of pleasure to the point where people should come running to see if you’re in danger. You squeeze rhythmically and rapidly around his length, causing his eyes to widen as he realizes that he has made you climax and before he knows it, he is coming as well.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he says to himself as he settles inside of you and fills you up like all the previous times. Though this time, you don’t feel like an object to use but rather a human being that he has melted together with. You wish you could read his mind in this moment. He looks taken aback by himself.

You try to catch your breath, whimpering as he quickly pulls out and frantically tucks himself away, so he can get dressed again. He doesn’t look at you before you reach down to hold a hand over your spent cunt, all red and puffy for him, pushing a finger inside yourself with a tiny gasp as you play with his come. God, you want a reaction.

“Stop,” he snaps. There’s conflict behind his eyes.

“What?” You continue fingering yourself, “Don’t you like me like this?”

“I’ll make it hurt,” he warns, “Don’t fucking try me.”

Hurt? You furrow your brow in confusion but Joel just settles between your spread legs again, batting your hand away. He shoves two fingers inside of you without mercy and causes you to moan with the over sensitivity that still has a hold of your body.

“I can’t stop now,” he says, expertly pressing the pads of his fingers up against your g-spot, “Gonna make it hurt real good now that I know how that look in your eye changes when you come.”

“Please, yes,” you lift your hips up from the bed slightly and his come seeps past his fingers and down onto the mattress.

“You won’t be saying yes forever,” he notes, setting up a rhythm that has you arching off the bed immediately, “You don’t have a clue what you’ve started. Now try to keep quiet or I’ll stuff my fist in your dumb mouth.”

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 7 months ago

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Hii!! 👋🏻 I just read the lee Han fic during their predut era and it's the cutest thing ever😫🥺 And it got me thinking, so the boys went to the met gala right and they looked super nervous, esp. Seungmin and Chan. And then I saw those jerk photographers comments and I had a thought. 🤭😙What if after the event, when the boys go back to their hotel rooms to rest, they sort of finish their night time routines and just gather in one room and then everyone sort of has a tickle fight to sorta get rid of the nerves and lift the mood. And like what if they all go crazy and just tire eo out and play games and have snacks and pillow fights and stuff and end up sleeping in a big pile together 🤭🥰 I really love your writing style and did love it of you could write something with this but it's okay if you don't want to as well. Hope you have a great day/afternoon/night Sana❤️❤️

Also can I please be 😛 anon? Or 🐰or 🪼?

𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚��𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙝:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.1k

𝙖/𝙣: i put two random members for the header okay, also the photographers at the met gala what the actually fuck it made me so angry 😡

𝙩/𝙬: swearing, rough tickling, I WROTE THIS LIKE TWO HOURS AFTER THE REQUEST FORGIVE ANY MISTAKES

𝒍𝒆𝒆: skz

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾

“Those photographers were fucking jerks!!” Felix growled, shaking his head in disapproval.

Everyone watched in fear; it wasn’t often their brownie boy was upset.

“Calm down, Lixie. I think we just need to rest.” Chan sighed, Felix sighing before setting his coat on the couch of thier private hotel room.

Everyone filed into a line to place their coats gently over each other, throwing off their gala outfits and replacing them with tees and tank tops.

Changbin sighed. “Finally, these are way more comfy. I loved our outfits, though.”

Seungmin nodded in agreement. “I feel so stiff and upset about those photographers, though.” He grumbled.

Jisung nodded, pulling his shirt on. “I hated it. They were so rude. Emma was nice, though.” He smiled, and everyone began to talk and laugh.

After eating, Chan pounced on Seungmin on the bed. “Stop being so upset. I’ll cheer you up!!” Followed by fingers slipping under his shirt and into his belly button, earning a loud shriek from Minnie before loud laughter filled the room.

“AHHAAAHAAA!! HYUHUHUNG!! DOHOHONT!!” Seungmin whined, twisting around with a wide grin on his face.

“But we should.” Minho replied with a fond smile, leaning over to blow raspberries onto Seungmin’s neck, causing the vocalist to scream and thrash crazily.

“You shouldn’t be talking!” Jeongin announced bravely, pulling Chan off of Seungmin and digging into his hips immediately, causing Channie to bark out a laugh.

Of course, Chan was stubborn and kept his lips shut, trying to keep himself from laughing.

His strength was zapped from the effort, making it so much more easy for Hyunjin to pin him down.

Seungmin was still laughing crazily as Minho blew raspberries onto his belly, Jisung and Changbin helping to hold down the thrashing vocalist.

“Tell us your worst spot and this will be easier, hyung!” Innie grunted, slipping his hands underneath Channie’s shirt to tickle at his sides.

Then the dam broke.

“Jackpot!” Jeonginnie crowed happily as Chan shrieked and burst into loud, uncontrollable, crackly laughter.

“NOHOHOHOO!! AHHH AGHAH AHH STOPPP AHAAAHAHAAA!!” Channie screeched desperately, suddenly whipping his head around when he heard a high-pitched squeal.

Hyunjin screamed dramatically as Minho found his next target, taking a deep breath before finding the ferret’s sides, blowing out as hard as he could.

“STAHAHAHAHA—!!” Hyune begged desperately, cackles pouring out of him in an uncontrollable rate. “AHHAAAHHAAHHA!!”

Jeongin finally let up on Chan, causing the leader to jump onto Jisung, pulling him off of Hyunjin.

Felix attacked Innie’s side promptly, causing the maknae to dissolve into a puddle of messy giggles.

“Wahahait! Hyuhung—AH!!” He squealed and fell desperately back into Felix’s arms, the small raspberries on his neck making his laugh squeaky and cute.

Minho immediately realized the next target and left a limp Hyunjin to recover on the bed.

“HAAHAHAHAHA!! WHY AHAM IHI BEHEHEING GAHAHAHANGED UP ON?! CHEHEHEATERS THIHIS IS SO UHUHUNFAIR!!” Jisung could barely get his words out, three pair of heads (Chan, Minho, Seungmin) pushed into his belly and blew the most torturous raspberries he had ever felt onto his tummy.

Hannie screamed desperately as more heads joined, sending him ballistic. “STAHAHAHAHAP OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAD!!” He shrieked.

Jisung managed to get the strength to push his fingers right into Minho’s belly button, causing the dancer to jolt aggressively and squeal, causing half the group to pile onto him and reduce him to a laughing puddle of hysterics. “AH!! HAHAHAHA GUHUHUYS AHH!!” Minho screamed.

“AHHHH AHHAHAHAHAA!! STAHAHAHAP NOHOT MEHEHE!!” He shrieked when Changbin pushed his head onto his v-line, blowing out as hard as he could.

Minho scratched and slammed at Binnie’s shoulders and back, screams clawing their way out of his throat one by one.

Minho slipped his hands around and found the edge of Changbin’s shirt, slipping his hands up and drilling into the rapper’s ribs as fast as he could, leaving Changbin’s eyes to widen in surprise before a loud scream filled the room.

Binnie fell over immediately in a fit of ticklishness, hands fighting with Minho’s as the older got onto his lap, hands still scribbling everywhere under his shirt.

”EHEHEHAHAHAHA!!“ Changbin screeched, kicking around and screaming when Minho gained his strength back and threw his shirt up, pressing his lips to the small pudge on Binnie’s tummy.

”You ready, Bunny?“ Minho didn’t even let the rapper respond before blowing a buzzing raspberry onto the sensitive spot.

“NO!! NOHOHO NO NAHAHAH NOHOT THEHERE PLEHEHEHEASE!!” Changbin was hysterical immediately.

“Oh? This spot gets you begging in no time!” Minho exclaimed, leaning back down and blowing raspberry after raspberry, causing tears of mirth to slip down the rapper’s red cheeks.

Meanwhile, Chan narrowed his eyes, catching a certain brownie boy trying to escape the situation by hiding behind Hyunjin, who was the least likely to attack him.

“STAHAHAHAHAP!! HYUHUHUHUHUNG!!” Changbin’s screams echoed through the room as Chan chased after Felix, the brownie boy’s squeals lost over the black-haired rapper’s howls of laughter.

“PLEHEHEHEASE!!—I cahant!! I CAHANT HYUNG NO!!” Binnie managed to pull Minho’s head up for a few seconds, but the dancer was merciless, latching onto the boy’s belly like glue.

“NOHOHO NONO!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASEEAAHHAHAHA!!” Changbin let out a howled bout of exhausted laughter, cackles pouring out of him endlessly.

Chan managed to pin Felix and slip a finger into his belly button just as Minho let up on Binnie’s pudge, the rapper slumping underneath him in exhaustion.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT!!”

Even Binnie’s head turned at the screech Felix let out, grabbing at Chan’s wrists as the leader dug into his clothed side.

His thin shirt offered very little protection, not that it mattered considering the black-haired menace was pulling up at it to get the sensitive skin.

“Hyung…DOONT!!” Felix screeched as Chan ducked his head near his belly button.

“Everybody got raspberries today, except you. I’ll fix that!” Chan giggled, blowing out into the little button, causing Felix to let out an ungodly scream before descending into the loudest laughter Chan had ever heard from him.

“STAHAHAHAP!! YOUHURE SO MEHEHEHEHEAN!!” Felix whined, bucking up with a desperate cry when another raspberry made its way to his side.

“OKAHAY OKAHAHAY!! CHRIHIS PLEASE!!” Felix finally gave in, slumping under the leader and drumming his heels into the floor, throwing his head back and laughing and laughing.

“Okay, okay. Big baby.” Chan laughed, everyone breathing heavily for air. Binnie fell off the bed and onto the pile of giggly men on the floor.

Minho rocked the bunny to sleep, whispering sweet nothings in his ear while the others snored softly.

Their backs aching the next morning was either because of their sleeping spot on the floor or from the aggressive wrestling coming with the tickling.

Or it’s because Chan’s old now—

LMAOO

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lazycats-stuff · 1 year ago

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Tim drake x male reader

Angst where reader is dating tim and readers old boyfriend ( derek )comes back for reader and tim is really insecure so he thinks reader will actually go back to him. Which causes a massive break up with the both of them. And like 3 years later they meet again and tim finds out reader never got with derek cause cuz him loves too much

Ah yes, angst and fluff, my favorite thing. With a happy ending too, I hate sad endings. Also, I made the meet up far more dramatic then I should have, but hey.

Summary: Tim and (Y/N) are happily together. Until (Y/N)'s ex, Derek comes into the picture. Afterwards, it's pure chaos.

Warnings: angst and fluff, happy ending, break up, insecure Tim,

Tim didn't know how he managed to get together with (Y/N). He was social and very friendly. Not that Tim wasn't friendly, but he wasn't social by any means. If he could stay inside and investigate all night, he would do it. But that changed a bit with (Y/N).

(Y/N) would make sure that he ate and that he tried to sleep for at least 6 hours. Not even Bruce could do that to Tim. And another amazing feat that (Y/N) has achieved was the fact that the entire family loved him. Bruce already adopted him emotionally.

And more importantly, Tim was happy with (Y/N) and (Y/N) was happy with Tim. Bruce just wanted Tim to be happy.

Everything changed one day when Tim and (Y/N) were out. It was a nice day and according to (Y/N), Tim was couped up and he needed some fresh air. Tim protested, using the cases as an excuse, but (Y/N) level him with a look and saying that he will tell Bruce.

Tim accepted defeat.

Hand in hand, they were walking in the park. Tim had to agree, it was a good idea to be out, in the fresh air and the sun.

" (Y/N)! "

That made both Tim and (Y/N) turn their heads. Tim tensed up and (Y/N) was just confused. Who was calling him? But once he turned around he recognized the person who called his name.

" Hey Derek, " (Y/N) said, waving at him.

" Hey, long time no see. " Derek said, eyes falling down on Tim's and (Y/N)'s hands.

" New boyfriend? " Derek asked, making (Y/N) nod.

" Yes, this is Tim, Tim this is my ex boyfriend Derek. " (Y/N) introduced the two men to each other. Tim's eyes looked Derek up and down. Derek was good looking, smiling and Tim could already tell that he was the popular kid in school.

Tim felt a ping of jealousy. A voice at the back of his mind. He buried it and shook his free hand with Derek.

" Well, Tim, you are lucky to have him. " Derek said. Tim tried not to get angry, knowing that there is no double meaning behind Derek's words.

" Nice to see you again (Y/N), but I have to go. If you want we can hang out later, a double date if you want. You still have my number? "

" I do. See you later then. " (Y/N) said goodbye and Tim just waived him off.

Tim was never jealous or possessive, but now he was questioning everything.

" So, he was your ex? " Tim started, knowing that he will look him up later.

" Yeah, we grew up together and we got together. We broke up when he moved away. " (Y/N) said, smiling at the memories. Tim just nodded and they went back to their walk, but Tim couldn't shake off that voice in his mind.

(Y/N) got back into contact with Derek and Tim was not really happy, but he didn't want to look like a possessive and jealous boyfriend. (Y/N) is allowed to talk to anybody that he wants. He didn't look into (Y/N)'s phone because he trusted him.

" Hey, are you coming? " (Y/N) asked Tim, who was laying down on the bed, laptop next to him.

" Where? " Tim asked, confused.

" On a double date with Derek. You know he mentioned it a few days ago. Don't tell me you forgot it. " (Y/N) asked.

" In my defense, I have patrol later. " Tim said, smiling sheepishly. (Y/N) sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile on his face. He gave Tim a kiss before leaving the apartment. Tim's smile fell and a feeling of dread filled him. The voice struck him once more, but with much more force.

Ugly, antisocial, weak...

Tim shook his head. He was going on patrol now, feeling like something was wrong.

Tim was crouching on the roof, watching the live camera feed from the bar that (Y/N) and Derek were in. He didn't like how Derek was touchy with (Y/N). He scowled and just watched. He had an audio too, so he listened in.

" So you are with a Wayne huh? " Derek asked and Tim's jaw twitched.

" Yes. And what's with that tone of yours? " (Y/N) asked, sensing something else under that tone. " I know you long enough to know when you are angry. "

Derek was silent for a moment, before ordering a shot of tequila. Tim knew something big was going to come out of Derek's mouth. You don't need tequila if you are confident in something you are about to say.

" I'm still in love with you. "

Tim felt his heart shatter. Of course. Who wants a nerdy, ugly boyfriend? He turned off the feed before he could hear what (Y/N) was going to say. Tim took a deep breath. Just as he thought that (Y/N) was the one...

(Y/N) came home upset at lies Derek told him. First that it was a double date, then the lies he said about Tim and his family. And now the confession... He loved Tim and always will.

He went straight to Tim's apartment, expecting to be alone. He nearly died of shock when he saw Tim.

" Tim you scared me. I thought you had patrol. " (Y/N) said taking his jacket off. He noticed how quiet Tim was and that scared him. Tim was normally quiet, but this was different.

" Hey Tim, is everything okay? "

" Oh it is. How was your date with Derek? " Tim asked, scratching his chin.

" It was not that good. " (Y/N) said, finally facing Tim. " But seriously, what's wrong? "

" Nothing, I just think that he didn't show out of the blue. " Tim started, watching (Y/N)'s reaction.

" What do you mean? "

" I think he is still in love with you. And I think that you share the same sentiment. " Tim said, laying it out on the table.

(Y/N) looked at him like he was insane. " Tim, are you insane? I love you. "

" I mean, he confessed to you! And who would want an ugly nerd, who lives off of coffee and is a vigilante who gets back home at questionable hours? I mean everyone would go for Derek. "

" I'm sorry, you followed me? " (Y/N) asked, shocked that Tim would do that.

" I had a bad feeling, so I tapped into the camera feed. " Tim said, making (Y/N) scoff.

" Well, if you listened long enough you would know that I rejected him. " (Y/N) defended himself. " Tim, I love you. That's why I'm with you. " (Y/N) said, moving closer.

He was shocked when Tim stepped back. " Tim... " (Y/N) whispered, clearly shaken by Tim's behavior.

" We are over (Y/N). " Tim said, leaving the room. (Y/N) stood there, tears spilling down his cheeks. Why?

It has been 3 years since the break up and both Tim and (Y/N) were unhappy. Neither of them could move on and worse of all, (Y/N) moved away from Gotham. Bruce and the others could see how Tim was broken.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't get him to talk to (Y/N) or to them about it and he fell back into his old habits. Bruce also kept tabs on (Y/N), just in case he needed help. Bruce didn't blame Tim or (Y/N) for the breakup, just miscommunication on their parts.

Everything went fine until Deathstroke was hired to kill Tim Drake. Since he couldn't find Tim Drake, he decided to take (Y/N) hostage. Deathstroke always researches his targets.

With some investigation, Tim and the family found the base he had in Gotham. What Tim didn't expect was to find Deathstroke holding him hostage. And for how long was (Y/N) kept as hostage?

" Hello detective. I hope you know where to find Tim Drake. " Deathstroke started, but Tim couldn't listen to him. His eyes were on (Y/N), looking at the bruises on his face. He saw red. That anger multiplied by 10 when Deathstroke picked (Y/N) up by the back of his neck, pulling him against his chest and putting a knife across his neck.

" I know that Tim and this guy are exes, but I know that mister Drake and mister (L/N) loved each other very much. And I don't think that mister Drake would want (Y/N) to die. " He said it so calmly, that you wouldn't think that he was holding a knife against his throat.

It was all fine until he took his gun and shoot at the window, breaking the glass. He dragged (Y/N) to the edge and Tim was really getting mad. Despite the break up, he still loved (Y/N). Now, the only thing separating (Y/N) and death was Deathstroke's grip on his wrist, while (Y/N) was over the edge.

" Let him go Deathstroke. " Batman said, staring at Deathstroke.

" If you say so detective. " And with that, any type of self control that Tim might have had, was thrown out the window. He ran and jumped out the window, after (Y/N).

(Y/N) screamed as he started falling down. He closed his eyes bracing for impact, but Tim caught and managed to land on a nearby roof. (Y/N) clung onto Tim, shaking with fear and terror.

" (Y/N)? " Tim asked, trying to put (Y/N) down.

" Please... Don't leave me. " (Y/N) sobbed, clinging even tighter.

(Y/N) now found himself in the Wayne manor, safe and sound. Alfred took a quick look at (Y/N). Bruce saw how conflicted Tim was on the side. He walked up to him, seeing the conflict in his eyes.

" Tim, you have to talk to him. " Bruce said to Tim, grasping his shoulder.

" Bruce- "

" No. You two broke up due to some sort of miscommunication. You will not move on in any way if you two don't talk. "

Bruce walked away after that, ushering the others who were in the room. Tim sat down next to (Y/N), clearly not knowing how to start.

" Tim... Thank you for saving me. " (Y/N) said softly.

" I still love you. Even after 3 years, I can't stop thinking about you. "

That made (Y/N) smile, happy that Tim felt the same. " I couldn't either. "

Tim frowned. " But you were with Derek. "

" No, no my dear dumbo. I was never with Derek. I moved back in with my parents. The reason i came was because of Deathstroke. He kidnapped me and kept me as leverage to try to get the Tim Drake out of hiding. " (Y/N) said, taking Tim's hand in his.

" Oh (Y/N), I'm sorry! I shouldn't have let my insecurities get in the way. I should have talked to you. " Tim said, squeezing (Y/N)'s hand back.

" Well, this entire family is allergic to the word communication. " (Y/N) joked, making Tim smile. That much is true.

" You are right about that. " Tim said, taking a deep breath. " I realized that I can't live without you. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to have you back. " Tim stated.

" Well, you are going to have to start all over. It will take a while for me to fully trust you. " (Y/N) said, wiping his tears.

" So we are starting as friends? " Tim asked.

" Yup. " (Y/N) said.

" You won't regret it. " Tim said so quickly, making (Y/N) chuckle.

" Also, I want you to promise me something. "

" Anything. "

" If you ever have a problem or insecurity kicks in, you are going to come to me to talk about it. " (Y/N) stated, moving even closer to Tim. He missed him too much.

" I promise you. Can I ask you something? " Tim started hesitantly.

" Of course. "

" Can I kiss you before I start over? I missed it too much. " Tim admitted.

(Y/N) just cupped Tim's face with his free hand and kissed him. (Y/N) missed it too. Now they were both finally at peace and Tim was going to work his ass off to get back together with him.

#tim drake x male reader #dc x male reader #dc comics #x male reader #fluff and angst #angst #light angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff #x reader

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st4rryhyuck · 2 years ago

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Just Like You Imagined

Paring 〉Pervy! Bf hyuck x Fem reader

Warnings 〉somnophilia, lap riding, unprotected sex, pet names (doll, baby), haechan fighting his inner urges (he gives in…), dirty talk LOTS of it, fingering, hyucks lowkey obsessed with your boobs

Genre 〉Smut

Summary 〉After willingly teasing your bf, he believes you have no clue about what you're doing. Feeling guilty as his tempting thoughts fill him. He can’t help but give in as you fall asleep on his lap.

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Haechan hated himself for his thoughts. Seeing you walk into his apartment with a tight black tank top and a skirt made him burn up.

“Baby” you coo softly, sitting on his bed with your legs slightly spread open. Haechan swallows his saliva as he doesn’t dare turn back. He knows he won’t be able to control his eyes if he turned around to see you in that outfit.

“What’s wrong?” You ask concernedly, you didn’t know what was wrong with him. He’s only looked at you twice since you walked in and didn’t even bother to hug you. “What? What would be wrong? Nothings wrong” he shakes his head.

You sigh, thinking he was still angry about the last time you messed up his controller when the both of you played video games.

“I can just buy you a new controller if you want, I’m sorry I kinda broke it the last time”

He’s eyebrows furrow in confusion “what?” He turns around slightly “you’re mad about last week, aren’t you? The controller?” You question.

He chuckles to himself, you were completely oblivious he thought “no baby you don’t need to buy me a new one. I’m not mad about anything” he smiles as he fully turns to you now.

He moves up next to you in hopes it would be easier for him to control his mind. If he can’t see you in front of him he’s fine, right?

“Why are you acting so weird then?”

He sighs to himself. Controlling his thoughts ended up in you questioning his love for you, he hates himself even more as he looks into your worried eyes.

“I’ve just been stressed baby, come here” haechan smiles. You jump on him eagerly, pulling him into a hug as you sit on his lap. He groans as you squirm, he could feel your heat through his sweats as you sit directly on his cock.

He expect a hug but this was torture for him. Not only were your tits pressed against his chest but you were straddling him in a skirt.

He tries to calm himself down before you could feel him get hard. Haechan thought about everything expect of your squirming in hopes to drown out the urge to fuck you senseless.

Neither of you have had sex yet. You either thought he wasn’t ready or he thought you weren’t which ended up in both of you completely avoiding the topic all together.

You were hoping he would do something. Touch you, kiss you. Anything. You acted like you had no clue of what you were doing but you did.

You end up in his arms as he watches tv with you on his lap. His mind finally calms down as you start to drift into sleep.

“Baby?”

Haechan whispers to you a few times, wondering if you fell asleep or not. He shakes you lightly but you hug him tighter in your sleep. He smiles at the way you buried your face into his chest, soft breaths leaving you as you sleep soundly.

Just as he was getting lost in the show he felt you squirm on his lap again causing him to whine. He looks down at you quickly, your eyes still closed and lips curled as you slowly swayed onto him.

He looks at you confused, wondering if you were uncomfortable. “Fuck” he hisses as he catches onto the fact that you're fucking yourself onto his lap as you sleep. Slurred chants of his name spilled from you as you runt onto his lap.

His lips curl as he watches your tits squeeze onto his chest with every small sway. “Haechann…”

He throws his head back in agony. His cock bulges through his sweat pants as you rub onto him faster, mouth slightly open as he watches you intently.

He tries his best to pay his full attention to the show that was playing. Muttering to himself as you grind onto him “you’re going to be the death of me“

Your whines and hums grow louder as you fuck yourself onto his lap harder as whatever dream plays out inside your head. He can’t take it. He was trying so hard. But temptation got the best of him.

He lifts you slowly as he slides his sweats down to his knees. His arms wrap around your waist as he holds you to his chest, cuffing your panties with his fingers and moving them to the side.

His body feels like it’s on fire as his fingers graze over your puffy folds. Two of his fingers dip into you softly. He watches you closely making sure you don’t wake up.

“Fuck y/n… can’t help it…” he whines as his eyes land on your tits. Your boob slightly falls out showing the smallest amount of nipple as your tank top slips down with every movement.

His other hand pulls your top completely down, bare chest on him as he pulls his fingers out and licks them clean in a hum. Everything in him was telling him to stop but he couldn’t. No matter how much he told himself he was horrible for doing this he didn’t stop.

Seeing you like this made him feel like he was living in a dream. His movements were so slow you still managed to stay asleep. He aligns himself under you, pushing inside you slowly as you stretch out for him.

You twitch in his arms causing him to freeze for a moment before continuing to sink you onto his lap. His mind goes blank as he takes in the feeling of your pussy squeezing him.

You furrow your eyebrows as you squirm a bit, his hands on your hips as he allows your body to adjust. As soon as you stop moving he lifts you softly and thrusts into you as slowly as he could.

His restrain is less and less as your slick-filled walls make it so easy for him to fuck you. His pace picked up, causing the sound of slapping skin to fill the room.

You groggily awake from hard thrusts, your eyes growing wide as you look up and see haechans eyes rolled back while he stuffs you with his cock.

You let out a quiet squeal as you come back to the real world. “Ha- haec-“ you whimper. His eyes shoot down to yours as he hears your voice. Your mouth falls open as he thrusts into you harder “I’m sorry baby I am. But I c- couldn’t help it when you look so pretty” He shakily hisses.

Even though you woke up with him inside of you, you weren’t scared or worried. You were surprised sure but you didn’t mind getting woken up like this. Although you would never say it you were hoping this would happen.

Your arms wrap around his shoulders as he’s slamming into you full force. Your body acing from his size as he fucks you like his new personal toy “look so fucking pretty doll. Could do this all day” haechan pants, his fingers digging into your hips as you pick up the pace and start to slam onto his lap with the mix of his thrusts.

Your body burns hot as you look at him, his teary eyes and puffy lips indent with teeth marks making you moan. You cup his face, kissing him hungrily as you both moan into each other's mouths.

“Cum in me haechan, please. Need you” you cry out as you feel your stomach turn into knots. He groans at your words, fucking you harder as he imagined himself filling you full with his cum.

“Want me to fill you up doll? Really? My pretty girl wants me to fuck her full?”

“Yes yes yes”

Haechan smiles at your pleads as you spit out a jumbled mess of words as you shake, orgasm hitting you hard as you bury yourself into his neck.

Tears stream down your cheeks as he fucks you through your orgasm “only I can touch you like this yeah? Only I can stretch your sweet pussy out and fuck you onto my lap. Want you to give me these panties ok? Soaked in your cum, need them as a reminder” he hums with his head thrown back.

You nod your head eagerly as you feel his pace get sloppy, his long thrusts turning into fast slams as he feels himself twitch inside you. A loud moan leaves him as he drowns in ecstasy.

His cock pumps you full of his sticky seed while slowly fucking it into you. His body shakes as he stays buried inside you, hugging you onto his chest tightly as you both come down from the orgasms.

“I’m sorry” haechan mutters as he lifts your face to him “don’t be, I loved it” you smile as he palms your face and kisses you.

“I know… but I should’ve asked… I j- just couldn’t help it when you were riding me through my sweats.”

Your eyes shoot up in confusion “huh?”

“ you were fucking yourself onto my lap… moaning my name and whining” he hums, pulling out of you as he presses a kiss onto your forehead.

“I must’ve been dreaming”, you fell onto his chest hugging him tightly as you take in his warmth. “You looked pretty baby, look even prettier when I’m fucking you tho” haechan smiles.

“You can fuck me while I’m sleeping whenever you want” you coo teasingly, dragging your finger down his chest as you press a kiss onto his jaw.

“Definitely will” hyuck purrs into your neck. Nuzzling himself in your neck as his arms pin you against his chest.

Both of you drift into sleep shortly after you take in each other's warm bodies. Haechans last thought is to wake up before you to repeat everything.

#nct smut #kpop #haechan #haechan smut #hyuck smut #kpop smut #Nct dream smut #smut

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offbrandkyoya · 11 months ago

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Scaramouche wakes up after sleeping for 20 minutes. He doesn’t make a sound and looks to the side where you sat, looking at your phone.

“Yn.” He calls for you and immediately you put your phone away. “Scara!” You hold onto his hand that’s close to you. “How are you feeling?” “Okay I guess…” He closes his eyes. “Did…my mom really show up?” You bit your lip but nod. He sits up and brings his knees up to his chest. “Did she say anything to you?” “N-No, she didn’t show after what happened.” You respond, sitting onto his bed. “Figures.”

“Scara, I really am sorry. She had no right to set you up like this! That’s not how mothers are!” He nods. “You know what’s funny?” “Hm?” You tilt your head and he smiles sadly. “She wasn’t so bad. She’d sing me to sleep when I was a baby and even as a toddler. I had nightmares easily and her singing always calmed me down. I thought she did love me but she left and I started to hate music with all being and ended up not singing anymore.” You place a hand on his back and he looks at you with a smile, placing his free hand onto your cheek.

“But music led me to you and I’m grateful for that. I love you so much, Yn.” You giggle and kiss his lips. “I love you too. I’m happy to have met you.” He nuzzled his cheek onto yours which makes you laugh. You grab hold of his face and bite his cheek causing him to yelp. Then, wraps his arms around your torso and tackles you down on the bed. You scream as he goes to “munch” on your stomach. “Ah! Scara don’t eat me!” You yell in between laughs as he continues to munch all the way up to your collarbone.

His “bites” transform into kisses and he planted many onto your skin. You couldn’t help but giggle since they tickled. Scaramouche hovers over you and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck and you feel him bring your legs up. He deepens the kiss and your starting to feel the heat. However, before you guys can move any further, there’s a knock on the door. “Go away!” Scaramouche quickly yells then goes back to kissing you. The person knocks on the door again and he gets irritated.

“I’m having sex!” “Scara!” You screech with a red face. You push his face away and crawl out the bed. He whines but doesn’t stop you and lays down. You open the door but gasp and immediately close it shut. Scaramouche sits up in confusion. “Who is it?” You turn to him in fear. “Ei.” His eyes widen and he freezes up. His heart and mind start to go crazy. “I…” His voice cracks. You smile gently and say, “I’ll tell her to go away. Everything’s going to be fine.”

Scaramouche was a deer in headlights. He wanted to speak but all he did was stare. You turn back around and open the door. “Can I help you?” You ask with no emotion. Ei looks down at you with uncertainty. “I want to talk to Scaramouche.” “I’m sorry but he can’t right now.” You say and go to close the door. However, she grabs the door to make it stay open. “I really want to talk to him.” “Why? So you can hurt him again?”

Ei stays quiet and you scoff. “Goodbye.” “Please.” She begs but you weren’t having it. “No. He doesn’t want to see you.” “It’s important. He’s my son.” “I know.” You’re so angry at this woman but you have to control yourself so that you don’t cause your boyfriend to panic. Ei takes a peek inside and Scaramouche avoids any eye contact from her.

“Scaramouche, I know you hate me and you have every right to but I can give you the answers you want. Let me explain myself.” Scaramouche doesn’t say a word. He sits still on his bed, eyes staring hard at the floor. “Please.” Ei try’s again. Finally, he gains the confidence to look into his mothers eyes. “I hate you.” He blurts out in a squeaky voice.

Ei looks at him sadly. “I don’t care what your excuse is.” He grips onto the sheets. “I don’t need you.” “I know that.” “Do you? You don’t even know me! By blood, I’m your son but you really aren’t my mother! My mother wouldn’t abandon me and leave me to rot!” Ei takes a step forward but you move right in front of her to prevent her from fully coming in.

“I had no choice!” “Oh really? So you didn’t have a choice in finding me and purposely make me join a stupid band?!” Ei takes in a breath. “Scaramouche, I really didn’t want to leave you.” “If you didn’t then you wouldn’t have.” Scaramouche gets off and walks up to you both. He stands close to you, placing an arm around your shoulder. “At the end of the day, I don’t need you.” You nod.

Ei looks down. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to suffer alone. All I wanted was for you to be happy. I did want to be with you but I was young at the time and I couldn’t take care of you anymore. I wasn’t mentally well as my sister, your aunt, died. I was scared that I’d take it out on you and make you suffer. I’m so sorry.” Scaramouche doesn’t respond. “I’m happy to know that Ajax was there for you.” ‘Ajax?’ Question marks appear around your head.

Ei then looks at you with a soft smile. “I’m glad you found someone.” You jump and look at him, unsure on what to say. He doesn’t look back. He stays looking at his mother. “I feel relieved knowing you found people in your life. Again, I’m sorry and you really don’t have to forgive me. I wanted you to go back to loving what you love most. I didn’t want me to be the sole reason you stopped singing. Despite all hardships you endure, you have every right to never give up on something you enjoy.”

Scaramouche looks to the side. “I love you, I really do. I’m sorry.” He sighs and looks at Ei. “Leave. Don’t come near Yn or anyone of my friends.” Ei nods and bows. “I’m glad knowing that you listened.” She straightens herself. “Quit. I didn’t think your manager would do cruel things.” “You know?” You couldn’t help but ask. She nods. “Yes but it’s too late. She’s kept things from me and I wasn’t able to stop her tactics.” You hummed. “You’re a big celebrity, well, used to be but if you come out about what went behind the scenes then…”

You gasp and turn to your boyfriend. “Quit! Tell everyone to quit! If you quit then your mom-“ You shake your head. “I-I mean Ei can come forward to the public about what happened! You guys won’t have to deal with this anymore!” Scaramouche looks at you a bit amazed. “That’s…” He sighs, “There’s no proof.” You frown, “Oh.” “But,” Scaramouche leans to your ear and whispers something. Your eyes widen. “That’s risky.” You mumble but he gives you a nod. “It’ll work.”

He tilts his head towards Ei and you nod, turning fully to her. “Ei, will you be able to do a favor for us?” She smiles and nods. “Anything.” You pump up a fist. “Then it’s settled! We’ll end this once and for all!” Scaramouche crosses his arms and glares at the woman. “For the record, this doesn’t mean I forgive you. I’m allowing this because of Yn.” Ei nods again. “I understand.” He glares at her once more before looking at you.

You start to feel bad for dragging his mom into this but if you bring it up to Scaramouche, he’ll probably tell you that you’re overreacting and being silly. “I’ll take my leave.” She says, bows, and walks off. You notice Scaramouche take a small glance at her before looking back at you. He catches you staring and furrows his brows. “What?” You smile and peck his lips. “Nothing.” He blushes and turns his head away due to being flustered. You giggle then slowly a frown makes way on your face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks right away, placing a hand on your arm. “I’m worried that the plan won’t work.” “It will.” He says and kisses your cheek. “We won’t have to deal with that bitch anymore and I can be able to spend with you more.” You gain a small smile and lean your head onto his chest. “I trust you.” “I trust you too.” If it doesn’t work then 5WIRL will continue to be stuck in an endless cycle forever and you will do anything to prevent that from happening.

- guys..this is the LONGEST I’ve been sick for 😭

- like usually I last 2-3 days BUT NO ITS BEEN A WEEK

- idk how long I can go on 💔💔💔💔💔💔

- anyways I’m rushing to finish this smau I’m starting to hate scaramouche (/j)

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crucifiedbymypriestess · 7 months ago

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One thing about me is that I can't focus on just one thing or I'll start to procrastinate or get distracted, so I always make it a point to write a bunch of fanfics at once. English is not my first language, hope you guys can understand it well, also helped myself with Google translator.

Also my last time writing something was like seven-eight years ago, lmao.

This is one of them.

After a tragic accident and the death of David, the happy married couple begins to struggle and witness the deterioration of their marriage, a disastrous divorce, but life continues to bring Erik into Charles's life.

Here's one scene from it:

“-'cause the best thing for you and Erik is to stop for a while and get outside help, Charles. It's not fair to any of you that your coexistence is only with fights.”

Raven extended her hand, leaving a piece of paper with a contact in red ink, with perfectly legible handwriting. Charles continued with his blank face, empty eyes, sealed lips and rigid posture. Charles couldn't explain it, but sometimes his ears went deaf and his mind stopped caring what his sister had to say about it.

Leaving home was already a very difficult sacrifice to make, in these months when he could only stay stuck, sitting on the bed in the room of his sweet and beloved little boy. Spending afternoons and most of the night idly looking out the window now covered in dust.

“-Erik said that you refuse to sleep properly yet, that you don't even want to leave... David's room.”

Because sleeping with Erik felt so much rejection and pain, it suffocated him to be close to that man. Charles felt his air mixing with her husband's, and little by little he began to hate the idea of Erik's skin being so close to his body. Sometimes he dared to dream that his cute little boy was with him and he cried to him to go comfort him because of a nightmare, and he allowed himself to tell David that it was okay if he slept with Erik and him.

Other nights he dreamed that his son was running around in his bare feet and tripping in the hallway, but he laughed with Erik and then continued playing. But upon awakening all those happy and melancholic emotions his crumbled before the reality of the loss of his family.

“-we concluded that it would be best, Charles. You can’t keep treating Erik like it’s his fault.” Raven repeating the same speech that the rest of her acquaintances came to say.

Charles just let her continue, half-hearted and refusing to lend an ear to this annoying topic. He clenched his fists under the table, and simply let his sister continue with that petty speech that he refused to give space to. He closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing, but his nose stung and his eyes burned at the painful memory of her little David.

Raven listed over and over the reasons why Erik and Charles should go to therapy, talk calmly without either of them ending up screaming, and without Charles swearing hate and disgust in her husband's face for even having the audacity to show up. But he didn't want that, because he couldn't help but see Erik for what he really was, what his eyes presented to him, instead of his beloved.

“You know it's not fair, he didn't do it on purpose, it was an accident, it's no one's fault, Charles…”

And Charles fumed, opening his eyes to let angry tears escape as a cold gaze settled on his sister. He shook his head, as if he couldn't believe what this woman in front of him was saying, refusing to even see things as he believed them to be.

“No, Raven. Stop right here, don't you dare tell me, don't defend him too, Raven. For the love of God, don't tell me.” His voice came out with more desperation than he expected, and he surprised himself.

“It's not his fault, Charles. You… you really have to forgive him, you know well that it's not his fault. It was his son too, he loves you both. You are the love of his life, Charles. I know it's hard but you really can't live like this and keep blaming Erik, he-”

“Stop, Raven!” It had come out like a shout, causing a few glances from other tables throughout the restaurant. “Stop it, please, Raven! All of you, stop coming to me with forgiveness sermons, because I simply can't!” Charles began to sob hard, while his breathing and voice seemed ragged with the tide of tears pouring out of him.

“Don't ask me to look at that man and forgive him, because he says he loves me, and he loved my baby. Don't ask me to look at it and not see in it the disgusting being that let my baby die, because I don't know how, and I can't. It is not in me, because I will never be able to see his face again and not think that that man killed my baby.” One broken scream after another, and Charles could no longer stop coughing and hiccuping between his cries. And Raven didn't offer any comfort, she just looked at him frozen, averting her gaze from her brother so as not to succumb to the desire to cry with him. “Or do something for me, and tell me how, how can I look at him again without thinking that he is the culprit of my misfortune? Can you teach me, Raven? Tell me, speak! Tell me how he's supposed to be and don't think he killed my baby!”

#cherik #charles xavier #erik lehnsherr #fanfic writing #fanfic #writing

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butterflyinthewell · 1 year ago

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Behind a cut so people don’t have to see me rant about my disabled, emotionally abusive dad.

So my dad fell twice in the last five days due to not listening to me and mom. He has Parkinson’s and if you dig through my posts you’ll see me talk about it, so I won’t go into it.

I don’t hate disabled people, just him. I don’t hate him for having Parkinson’s, I hate him for the abuse he inflicted on me and still inflicts on me with his disability as a crutch to get away with it. And I call out ableism when the problems we have with him are caused by the medical care system, because sometimes it’s not his fault.

But THIS situation IS his fault.

SO ANYWAY…

Last Friday, he fell because he wouldn’t stop rocking sideways every time he got up. He gets up with help and uses a walker, but he throws his weight around when he knows me and mom are two tiny women compared to a hulking huge man.

And he fell.

We had to call my aunt and uncle over to get his ass off the damn floor and onto his toilet commode so he could take a shit. Then they got him into bed. He claimed he was fine, and then on Tuesday he started griping that his lower back and buttcheek hurt on the left side. But he could walk and didn’t complain much after the initial gripe.

Today, he was all scrunched up in bed in a way that guarantees his back will hurt and made his pain worse, like I told him it would (and he wouldn’t listen to me).

Mom took him out into the living room and he fell on the way, AGAIN, because he kept rocking his weight around.

Now get this, he doesn’t throw his weight like that when therapists would come over. Dad will be an angel for them, but a nightmare for me and mom. He cooperates for professionals, but not family. He does everything in his power to make life as hard as possible for me and mom. I’m not kidding when I say that.

He goes to the doctor on Monday to find out what the fuck he did to himself, but it’s going to be a nightmare.

My birthday is coming up and of COURSE he does this right before it, and ruins any excitement I had.

Before you attack me for that, keep in mind that he pulls shit like this all the time. He knows everyone will be sympathetic to him while looking at mom and me like we’re evil for being exhausted, angry and burnt out.

The fact that we can’t afford to put him anywhere or get help into this house means we have no lives outside of caregiving. Every waking moment until we sleep is him and all his emotionally abusive bullshit, every day with no breaks, forever. He has ruined holidays, birthdays and plans because his only joy in life is making everyone around him as miserable as he is.

I’ve managed to eke out a few moments of joy here and there, but for the most part my life is a slog that never ends.

I laugh at the people who acted like COVID lockdowns were depriving them of life. I won’t deny that it was a traumatic experience, and this is not aimed at people who got sick anyway and now have long covid. This ain’t you, don’t worry.

But the people who acted so inconvenienced that their social lives got interrupted? Fuck off.

I’ve lived something like the COVID lockdowns for over a decade. No life outside of my house, no life outside of being a caregiver for someone who is sucking away all my compassion and love.

I can’t leave because I’m disabled too and all the legal shit is inaccessible to me.

I’m trapped, mom is trapped, and we are eventually going to die from the stress while he sits there yelling at us for not jumping to his every whim.

My only escape is writing fanfics and staring dead-eyed at my ipad screen, interrupted constantly by him demanding things.

I have accumulated so much trauma from him, and COVID, and mom having medical crises that were resolved, and my needs not being met, that I’ll be surprised to see 45. I will be shocked if I wake up alive on my 45th birthday.

I turn 43 this July 29, 2023, so yeah.

If I don’t die, my mom is going to, and if she goes we’re all dead.

I just hope I go first. Either heart attack or stroke will probably do it, but I don’t want to outlive her and be alone with him.

No child should be trapped as a caregiver for a disabled abusive parent, but it happens and nobody talks about it.

#Dad issues #disabled abusers #swearing #emotional abuse #ongoing drama in my house

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whiskydisky · 4 months ago

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alright buddy you asked for those headcanons....

a lot of them are for rachel for some reason, or just me projecting, or really out of character, I thought of them in the shower, blah blah blah you don't wanna hear me yap.

some of them are also just "____ reminds me of _____", and they shift past and present tense cause I'm STUPIDD so sorry

ANYWAY

Andre

Andre doesn't really have a definite music taste, he just listens to whatever Cal likes and whatever's on the radio (OR SO HE SAYS)

He was pretty much a straight A student, he probably would've even gotten a scholarship.

His family has had Mel since she was a kitten.

His favorite arcade games are those hunting simulators with the guns.

REPRESSED HOMOSEXUAL (obviously), but he probably would've never figured it out anyways.

If he was alive today he would've been one of those shitty misogynistic fortnite players that watch andrew tate and you can't change my mind.

His bed is the best thing you will ever lay on, it's so ridiculously comfortable.

out of character, but it's funny, so who cares. andre secretly LOVES pop music, but he never really gets a chance to listen to it.

cannot draw anything to save his life.

HATES musicals. absolutely despises them.

still sleeps with this one stuffed animal he's had since he was a kid. its a lamb.

THE HEAVIEST SLEEPER YOU WILL EVER MEET. it is almost impossible to wake him up unless he does it on his own.

he's red to me.

autistic. how many more characters will I project onto? only god knows.

necklace guy.

one of those white guys that punch holes in walls when they get mad.

pops his fingers a lot.

paranoid about balding. (AND FOR GOOD REASON.)

Cal

knew absolutely nothing about guns before andre started talking to him about them.

him and rachel were childhood friends.

had a MASSIVE cd collection. just shelves and shelves of cds in his room that him and andre would listen to when they hung out.

doesn't really like going out.

sonic fan. im not explaining he just seems like one.

his entire wardrobe is just black band shirts and jeans because black shirts "go with anything" (he isn't wrong).

bracelet guy.

a little spoiled, ends up spending money like an idiot because of it. (example, his massive cd collection)

the way he was bullied was either physically or those kinds of "my friend has a crush on you" type deals

huge music geek, and gets angry when andre doesn't keep up with all of the stuff he tells him about bands.

REPRESSED BISEXUAL. he probably would've figured it out.

middle school was the absolute worst for him.

says the absolute meanest shit about people and then says "but who am I to judge?" and thinks that covers it

absolutely loved chuck e cheese animatronics as a kid.

he's blue to me.

draws on himself a lot, just draws in general, it's a way for him to fidget.

definitely neurodivergent.

chews off the paint on his nails, and his nails.

Rachel

hums a lot.

not exactly a "popular kid" but people do hang out with her.

air hockey god, nobody can challenge her, they will lose.

earing girl.

people sometimes look at her weird for hanging out with cal, but she defends him.

had a little crush on cal, but nothing would've really come out of it anyway.

her house is super nice, like those grandma homes with the glass figures and useless decor with lace everywhere and uncomfortable couches to sit on. I'll send a picture if u don't know what I mean.

really nice to hang out with.

fidgets with her hoodie strings a lot.

one of those people that can adjust their personality depending on who they're hanging out with.

doesn't like andre because of his reputation and how cal acts around him (like how he actually is), but she doesn't actively bully or talk about him. she isn't that kind of person.

absolutely loved prom but the ride home was so incredibly awkward that it almost ruined the night for her.

has naturally curly hair, but doesn't really treat it right so it's pretty frizzy.

HATES it when car windows are down, her hair gets in her face a bunch.

also doesn't like putting her hair up unless it's really hot out.

paints cals nails. she knows he's a little 💅💅💅 but doesn't say anything.

really liked cal.

i do think she moved on, but it definitely took her a long time.

I'm very sick and tired of the "lesbian best friend" trope in caldre fics, she just doesn't seem like it to me.

falls asleep unnaturally quick.

absolutely loves going out, especially to malls or the park where she can walk and talk with people.

really good in school.

freshman year was horrible for her.

really likes reading and writing, she has a journal that she keeps to herself, it's one of those that have keys to them and stuff.

absolutely obsessed with unicorns as a kid. wanted them to be real so badly.

worried about how she'd look on her college application.

hung out with cal AND andre one time. did NOT like it and absolutely still talks to cal about how bad it was.

AND THAT'S IT... SO... YEAH!

THABK YOU SO MUCH FOR FUELING MY BRAIN AHHH I LOVE THESE SO MUCH!!!!!!

#thank you!!!!#we need more rachel headcanons #come on guys #zero day 2003 #cal gabriel #andre kreigman

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idk1234456456 · 1 year ago

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one bed, or whatever.

ELLIEWILLIAMS X READER!

WARNINGS: smut (not too detailed), enemies, one bed trope, slight cursing, this is literally such vanilla smut idk why it turned out like this.

one bed, or whatever.

(y/n) and Ellie hadn't gotten along, ever. Although her friends never understood the hatred they shared for one another, they all knew not to question it. Making sure to separate the two while planning events and meet ups to avoid their bickering and passionate conflict. It was clear whenever the two spoke it wasn't on good terms.

The group had planned a trip away over the school break. All eight friends staying in the one rented out apartment alongside the beach. The hour long drive hadn't taken effect among the friends, although the scorching sun beamed through the tinted windows of the vehicle.

Night fell rather quickly resulting in all eight of them to become tired. (y/n) marched into Vic and Martain's room. "You have to be kidding me!," She shouts rather angrily. She whips her head behind her in the doorway, meeting ellie's glaring eyes. "I am under no circumstances sharing a room with that jerk." (y/n) yells through gritted teeth in protest. Martian rolls his eyes and turns to Victoria "Who put them two together?" She yells in hopes one of the others will hear and answer her.

"Sorry." dina responds from down the hall. (y/n's) eyes widen at the sound of her voice. "You traitor!" She marches down the hall barging Ellie's strong shoulder as she passes her. "Hey! Watch it asshole." Ellie grumbles charging in the opposite direction. "I hate you." She whispers to the taller girl, almost admiring her enemies muscular frame. "It's mutual sweetheart." (y/n) shudders at the name before rerouting her course to Dina and Jesse's room.

"How could you," The silky haired girl speaks burning her brown eyes into Dina's. She smiles almost evilly. "I don't understand why you two hate each other so much." Dina explains, continuing to make the bed Jesse is comfortably laying in. "Because she's a dick." (y/n) says bluntly. "I heard that." Ellie yells from across the apartment. "Meant it." She shoots back. Jesse laughs. "This isn't funny, I'm being serious. I'll just go down to the beach and drown myself right now." She says scarily serious. Dina holds back a giggle before placing her hand on (y/n's) arm.

"(y/n) honey," Dina starts. "I'm sure she won't hate you by the end of the night, sharing a room might do you some good?" (y/n) scoffs. "Just do something nice for her." Jesse adds looking rather pleased with himself. "Like what? Eat her out." (y/n) suggests sarcastically. Jesse nods "That'll do it!". "Jesus I was kidding." "I wasn't." (y/n) looks at the two with a scared look. "Maybe when Dina's mad at you that works for you, but I'm not you guys," A half nervous, half angry look in painted across her freckle scattered face. "Trust me I'm glad I'm not you guys."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Jesse speaks, his hand over his exposed chest acting hurt with a funny expression. (y/n) storms out of the twos room.

Ellie wasn't having much luck either. "Please, just let me sleep in here." She begs. "No way, me and Laura barely get any time to ourselves cause we have to break the two of you up." Jason says. "I'll sleep on the floor, I'm not kidding." Ellie says in hope to change his mind. He audibly rolls his eyes. "Don't act like you aren't the littlest bit excited to be sleeping in the same room." He pokes. Ellie stands tall expecting his comment. "I'm not acting." She stays sternly. "Mhm." "I'm not!"

"(y/n's) gorgeous, you're hot what is there to be mad about?" "She's (y/n), she hates me remember?" Ellie scratches the back of her neck. "Either let me sleep in here or we'll be one person down by the morning." Jason laughs at her comment. "I doubt you have that in you." He says. "I'm not talking about me, she'll kill me. Literally, she get on top of me and slash me right in the chest." Jason cocks a brow. "She won't slash you but she might get on top of you." Ellie slumps in defeat before turning around and shutting the door behind her.

TIMESKIP

(y/n's) hair falls over her face as she flops helplessly on the bed. Her skinny body doesn't dare to move as she stares up at the ceiling. Her breathes are deep and relaxed, breathing in the salty air wafting in through the window that's slightly a jar. Her head turns to the windows direction admiring the view. Waves crashing and the twinkling street lights light up the half busy street. The nonexistent night breeze sends small goosebumps to her exposed legs.

"You've got to be kidding me," (y/n) snaps out of her moment of content. "One bed?" Ellie stands in the door way almost reaching the top due to her height. "Yeah, and I'm sleeping in it." She groans. "Flip a coin." Kara yells from down the hall. "Sleep together." Jason shouts. "I second that!" Ben adds.

"Shut up!" They both scream in unison before Ellie slams the door. "I'm not sleeping on the floor." She voices, slipping her shirt off revealing her toned body. (y/n) examines ellie in the dim light. The way her sweatpants lay loosely on her hips, and her dirty blonde hair is tied up in a messy bun. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." (y/n) scrunches up her face mimicking Ellie. "I'm taking the bed." Ellie announces walking towards the bathroom to unpack.

"Wouldn't be so sure." ellie almost wants to punch her in the face right there that second. Her face shows the thoughts she shamelessly thinking. "Look," She stops in her tracks. "I'll do something for you." (y/n) voices, sitting up on the velvety bed. Ellie looks (y/n) up and down, her bra strap peeking through her t-shirt. "Yeah? 'n what's that?" Ellie asks half curious, half knowing.

"I'll have sex with you." She blurts out mildly proud. She stops for a moment, her heart silently beating out of her chest. "Deal."

Ellie stood confidently right where she was, (y/n) on the other hand awkwardly shuffling her way. The fresh cotton sheets dipped as she rose to her feet. Ellie smirked at her sudden shyness. "Don't be shy now, sweetheart." Her words echoed throughout her head, mildly intoxicated on the suspense. "Not shy," (y/n) paused looking shirtless Ellie up and down. "Just patient." Ellie uttered something incoherent. Her hand slipped under the loose elastic of (y/n's) pants waistband. Her fingers caressed the soft skin beneath them, arousing her even more.

The two made eye contact but something clicked as did their eyes. Ellie admired her full eyelashes, as they battered at her. The deep brown almost mesmerising her, a smile toying on her lips. "You're so beautiful." Ellie almost scoffed. "You hate me remember?" She reminded her, gripping onto her waist tighter. "I do."

With that, she towed her head down to level with her own. Their lips made contact, the feeling almost heavenly. The kiss began to become more hungry and intense, their mouths moving in sync. Ellie slipped her tongue into (y/n's) mouth earning a low moan. "Keep going." Ellie purred, pulling her closer with a firm and swift movement. (y/n) smiled into the kiss before letting her hands roam past her shoulders and neck.

They made their way over to the bed, letting the lust shared between them take over. (y/n) attached her lips to Ellie's exposed neck, licking and sucking. Marks developing as the air grew hotter. Ellie's sweet cologne hung in the air arousing (y/n) even more. Her button nose filling up with her scent. "Fuck this." Ellie groaned, as (y/n) worked her neck. (y/n) made her way down to her toned stomach. She took a second to take in the view. How her sweatpants lay low on her hips, teasing her eyes. Her stomach solid, huffing up and down from (y/n's) actions.

The two made eye contact before she took off her sweatpants leaving her in nothing but a bra. (y/n) cocked a brow. "No underwear?" She asked, almost teasing Ellie. She laughed before pushing her head back down to her heat. (y/n) licked a long stride up her core stopping at her clit. Ellie watched as (y/n) worked away at her, letting out muffled groans. Her strong hand holding onto her hair, guiding her.

(y/n's) pretty face was buried in Ellie's pussy. She licked and suck anywhere she could, tasting how good Ellie tasted, (y/n) hummed. Ellie couldn't help but moan out her name. Her thighs crept in on her head. (y/n's) hands made their way to her legs to keep them steady. "Uh uh," Ellie warned her. "No touching." (y/n) groaned, remembering she had agreed to do something for Ellie and not just herself. Although it felt as though (y/n) was the one being done the favour.

(y/n) could tell how much Ellie wanted this. She had dreamt of this happening one way or another. Even though Ellie hates (y/n's) guts, she didn't mind Her going down on hers. She often wanted to shut her up by kissing her. (y/n) stopped. "What was that for?" Ellie asks out of breath. "Spread your legs baby."

Ellie shakes her head before flipping the two over. "My turn." Ellie grips onto (y/n's) thighs before lowering herself onto (y/n). Their pussies meet with wet sound filling the room. They both let out a string of curses. "Fuck I hate you." Ellie voices as she picks up a speed. The twos clits clash against each other eagerly. "I hate you too." (y/n) manages to let out before moaning Ellie's name. "Doesn't sound like it." She laughs almost evilly before grinding harder onto (y/n). The noises of their heats intertwining filled the room.

Ellie made sure to observe (y/n's) expression. She watched as her brows knit together as she became rough, letting her clit glide over her own. She looks down at where they are connected to one another, moaning at the sight. "Fuck." "Don't stop." (y/n) cries, shutting her eyes and arching her back. "Not planning on it," she picks up the pace a little. "Trust me."

"What do you really think of me baby?" Ellie asks out of breath, keeping a steady pace on top. (y/n) is almost lost touch with reality. The feeling of Ellie on top of her so overwhelming with pleasure she can't think straight, literally. "I," she struggles to talk without a moan screwing it up. "Your stuck up," She starts, trying her hardest to make eye contact with Ellie. She chuckles when she feels (y/n) tensing up underneath her. "Your a jerk," (y/n) pushes up against Ellie earning a soft moan to escape from her lips. "an annoying little-" (y/n) struggled to form another sentence but Ellie got the memo.

"Liar." She whispers into (y/n's) ear. She almost screams out her name right their, but coughs out a groan as her ego couldn't handle that. "You want me to do this everyday. To make you feel good," (y/n) masks a smile shaking her dull head. "To kiss you and touch you." "Yes!" (y/n) screams out. "I want you to kiss me." Ellie smirks followed by a chuckle. "All you had to do was ask baby." She lowers her face down to (y/n's) before planting a passionate kiss on her lips.

"I'm gonna come." (y/n) let's out before kissing Ellie once again. Her kiss was intoxicating, taking over all her senses. Ellie just hums in response not wanting to part from (y/n). They two reach their highs and rose it out. Sofia flops off of (y/n) exhausted. Hands intertwined.

"I don't hate you." (y/n) says looking over to the sweaty girl next to her. "Could of sworn you did." Ellie says jokingly before pulling her into a hug.

"Just to be clear we are not giving the others the satisfaction of knowing they were right." Ellie speaks with seriousness. "100%" (y/n) agrees.

A/N: i felt like writing, not sure what this is help. i have never in my life written NSFW type of stuff before so don't judge, please and thank you.

#elliewilliams #ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #tlou #wlw #lesbian #wlw ns/fw #enemies to lovers #one bed trope #sapphic #ns/fw #queer

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tinybirbwrites · 2 years ago

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Losing Control (batfam/reader)

this was part of that one idea i talked about a while ago. it’s unfinished, but i thought i’d share it anyway. small warning for language and mild violence, also attempted sexual assault but it’s not very detailed and doesn’t get very far.

tried keeping reader genderneutral, not sure if i missed anything.

hope you enjoy reading!

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The first time it happened, I got angry during training.

Sparring with anyone from the batfamily would rarely lead to a victorious outcome—they were too experienced, too talented, too ambitious. I didn't expect to win, but a tie would be nice. And yet, I always ended up on the ground, or trapped in someone's hold. I rarely landed a hit myself, and barely managed to dodge.

It was frustrating, and more often than not, I found myself getting angry at the guys for never giving me a chance, but mostly at myself for being so weak.

But never had I blacked out like this before.

One moment I was on the ground, pressed down by Jason's weight, the next I was standing upright and staring down at him, his chest beneath my foot. He was frantically tapping my leg, and I realized that I was pressing down on his ribs hard enough to break them.

I immediately stumbled backwards and sat down, trying to recall what had happened, while Jason groaned and sat up. He didn't seem hurt, thankfully, just out of breath and surprised.

“Well,” he said, “that one was new.”

We didn't get to talk about what happened afterwards.

It was getting late and I was on my way home when it happened again. I remember being followed and touched by three tall guys, terrified to the point of being unable to move, to defend myself.

Next thing I knew, all three men were on the ground, knocked out with broken noses, covered in strange bite marks and scratches. I called the police and went home, scared and confused.

The third time it happened, Damian was yelling at me because I had made a mistake. It was on patrol, and I usually stayed back so I wouldn't get in the way, but Dick had told me I should get involved more, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to learn anything new. But of course I had made a mistake, and Damian thought it necessary to burn it into my brain.

I loved Damian, but I hated being yelled at. The anger came easily, and next time I opened my eyes, I was being held against the wall by Bruce himself.

“Calm down,” he said. He was using the Batman Voice, sending chills down my spine and making me go limp immediately, scared of having made him angry, and scared of what I had done this time. Was Damian okay?

Luckily, Damian was unharmed, but he looked a bit pale and kept staring at me with wide eyes.

I told Bruce about my blackouts that night, so he took me back to the cave to run some tests.

“The causes are high surges of adrenaline,” Bruce stated calmly, “In other words; anger, or strong fear.”

“So I'm the Hulk now?” I scoffed, but it just turned into an exhausted sigh. Bruce had taken some of my blood and insisted on doing the tests now instead of waiting until tomorrow. I was about ready to pass out.

“I want to see the effects up close in a safe environment. Only that way will I be able to tell what's happening to your body.” Bruce was already walking towards a platform with a big cell made out of see-through, bulletproof glass.

“Can this wait until tomorrow? Please?” He stopped and looked back at me with a frown. “I know this is important, but I really need some sleep, and I don't even know if I can make it happen on command.”

He considered me for a long moment, making me squirm under his piercing gaze, before he finally nodded. “Go.”

“Damian?” I whispered, lightly knocking on his door. He had been sent away to bed early, leaving before I could apologize for what had happened. “Are you awake?”

The door unlocked, so I slowly opened it. Damian was already back on his bed, lying down with his back leaning against the headrest, arms crossed. He avoided my gaze, stubbornly staring at his feet instead.

I closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, unsure where I stood with him right now. Was he angry? Upset? Scared?

“Damian,” I started cautiously, “I'm sorry. I don't know exactly what happened, but I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.”

“Wasn't scared,” he mumbled.

I couldn't help but smile. “Okay. But it's alright to be scared, you know that, right?”

He just gave a grunt.

“You also know I love you, yes? And that I'd never want to hurt you?”

He pulled his legs closer to his chest, turning his head away more. I could see his embarrassed pout before he could hide it.

“Damian?” I pushed gently. He let out a breath through his nose and mumbled something incoherent.

I slowly sat down on his bed near his feet. “What did you say? I didn't catch that.”

“I said,” he sighed, talking louder and more clearly, but still not looking at me, “that it's me who keeps hurting you. I knew that, but I didn't really see how much I hurt you until earlier today.”

He looked at me then, eyes full of shame, “I do not understand how you can still care about me.”

I was taken aback by his genuine words, as I was so used to his harsh shell. He rarely showed any softness or openness to anyone, aside maybe from Richard. I lifted a hand to gently cup his cheek, and he leaned into my touch like a cat.

“You're complicated to get along with, I'll give you that,” I said, “But I can see your heart, Damian. And I want to keep it safe. I know you don't always mean what you say, and no matter how much some things hurt, I will always care about you.”

He frowned, giving a thoughtful hum. “So you're just going to take the beating?”

I sighed. “Well, I don't want to, but what am I supposed to do? Yell at you? Besides, you don't always want me getting all emotional like right now. If I don't want to lose you, I'll just have to roll with the punches and deal with it and not take it personally.”

Damian gave a huff, then started shuffling around and pulling at my arm until I was lying down with him, letting him curl up in my arms and press his face against my collarbone.

“I will… try… to be less… harsh,” he muttered into my shirt. “I... don't want to lose you, either.”

“High adrenaline surge caused by anger is the initial trigger. It seems a part of their brain falls asleep, but the rest stays active, controlled by an unknown force that has yet to be understood. Physical changes are getting more apparent the longer they stay in that state. Increased length and sharpness of teeth, especially the canines. Aggressive behavior, borderline animalistic. No usage of vocabulary, only hissing, growling and snarling. The skin on both hands and arms starts turning dark black after one minute, and after three, the same happens to the eye whites, gums and tongue. It’s like tar slowly seeping out from every pore, covering what’s underneath.”

Bruce's notes were highly concerning, to say the least. He had kept a close eye on me the whole week, until, inevitably, I got angry during training yet again. He put me inside the cell and observed for twenty minutes, before getting me to calm down.

‘Getting me to calm down’ meant he sent Dick to make cooing noises at me until he got close enough to give me a hug. Miraculously, it worked wonders.

“You guys want me to listen to ASMR the whole day? So I won't get angry anymore? You do know that's not how it works, right?”

Bruce had invented a device that could comfortably be worn on my person, monitoring my vitals and sending a distress signal to the closest member of the batfamily in case my adrenaline got to critical levels again. Meanwhile, the boys had apparently unanimously agreed on a strategy on how to keep me calm, meaning they had put together a playlist with ASMR and calming ambience videos for me to listen to whenever I could feel my blood pressure starting to rise.

It was really sweet, but whether it was actually going to work was a whole nother question entirely.

“Don’t knock it till you try it,” Jason shrugged, then grimaced at his own words. “Fuck’s sake, I sound like Alfred.”

Dick and I were on an undercover mission. It was a small one, just for one night, in which we'd have to do our best to get some information out of Subject A, a thirty year old rich woman in a red dress and big red hat, and Subject B, the owner of a big company and the husband of Subject A.

Both were insufferable, absolutely the worst. Dick was a natural at being charming and disarming, so he had no problems with talking to either subject, though I could tell by the way he would clench his jaw whenever he smiled that he was just as annoyed as I was.

Me, on the other hand, could not stand another minute in the same room as either of those two. So I told Dick I would be getting some fresh air.

And because I had the best luck in the world, some lonely rich guy followed me outside and kept talking to me, and kept creeping closer to me until he was fully in my personal bubble, completely unprompted.

“Oh, you look cold,” he said, and because apparently he thought he had the right to touch me, wrapped an arm around my waist to press me closer to his side, “Maybe we should go back inside? Or maybe I could bring you home, hmm? You seem lonely, like me.”

Everything about this guy was creeping me out. He smelled so heavily of cologne that I wanted to gag, and he kept breathing into my face.

“I would very much like to be alone, to be honest,” I pressed out between clenched teeth, already feeling the familiar pounding in my head. “I did not give you any permission to touch me like this, so please, kindly back off, sir—now.”

He was murmuring something about reading my body language and subtext and getting clear signals of sexual interest, but I could hardly even hear him anymore over the pounding in my ears, my vision already fading more and more into black, as my adrenaline started to rise.

Then, suddenly, the man was being pulled away. Then I was being maneuvered to a more secluded part of the outside area, somewhere out of sight, and Dick was standing in front of me. He was holding me by the shoulders, gently squeezing and closely watching my eyes.

He was saying something, but I couldn't hear him. I could feel my teeth sharpen, a growl rising from my throat, hands clenching and nails slowly growing into claws.

I wanted to find that disgusting piece of shit and rip his eyes out. I wanted to cut off his prick and feed it to him until he would choke to death—

Then Dick was holding my face with both hands, leaning closer until our noses were almost touching. I could hear him now, gently shushing me like a parent would to calm their crying baby. His familiar scent surrounded me, filling my senses, calming me. I relaxed a little. My anger was not directed at Dick. I knew I was safe with him.

Then he let go of me to search his pockets, quickly pulling out his phone and putting his earbuds in my ears. A few seconds later, the sounds of rain droned out the rising violence in my mind, making the back of my head tingle and the hot anger boiling in my chest die down until my physical transformation went away as well.

I sagged against Dick's chest, feeling tired all of a sudden. I waited a little longer, relinquishing the feel of relief and calm washing over me, while Dick wrapped his arms around me to stroke one hand over my back, the other holding me closer to his chest by my neck.

Eventually, I pulled the earbuds out and gave them back to him. I sighed, “I hate that I'm a ticking time bomb. You can't always be there to make sure I don't go off.”

“I don’t mind,” Dick said, helping me stand up. “That’s what family’s for, right? We got your back. With B’s device, there will always be someone there to help you out. If not, you can always call, no matter what time it is or where you are. If all else fails, you know what to do to help yourself.”

I let myself lean against him for a few moments longer, enjoying the comfort he brought, before straightening myself up with a sigh. “Thanks, Dick. I guess… let’s finish up here, huh?”

He grinned. “That’s the spirit!”

#batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #reader insert #x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #its all kept platonic/familial #especially the relationship between damian and reader #i love when reader acts as a parental figure towards damian #its very sweet #monster reader #genderneutral reader

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k-marzolf · 1 year ago

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Restart.

A Monsters in the Dark Drabble.

Warnings; angst, mentions of Billy’s bad childhood and reader’s, language, fear of attachments, kissing, possessive behavior, fem!reader.

I’ve rewritten this more times than I can count, so I’m posting it for better or for worse.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack @firexfate @aoi-targaryen

Monsters in the Dark Masterlist

And I am done with my graceless heart, so tonight I’m gonna cut it out and then restart.

You knew you shouldn’t have been, but you were snooping in his office. You wanted to know where he went every week. It wasn’t your business, but curiosity killed the cat.

You ended up finding a picture of a woman and what presumably was Billy as a child. He was cute, you thought unable to tear your gaze away from the photo. He had her eyes, but neither were smiling in the photo.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Billy stood at the door looking thunderous.

“I just—“ you began, head snapping up.

“Get. Out.” He snarled, cutting you off, snatching the photo out of your hand, his face contorted in fury.

“Wanted to know Billy.” You whispered, brushing past him, your throat burning with the effort to keep from crying.

“By invading my privacy?” He seethed from behind you. You sniffed, and god Billy almost pulled you into his arms, knowing what you’d been through with your father.

But he didn’t need or want your pity.

He was going to kick you out, you just knew it. You began making contingency plans. You wouldn’t be homeless again with nowhere to go, you swore.

“Billy’s mad at me,” you whispered into your tea, sitting with Curtis.

“He’ll cool off. He just doesn’t want your pity. Billy’s very independent that way.” Curtis said, having coffee himself.

“I don’t, though. My daddy didn’t want me, either. If anything I felt understood, but I’ve gone and blown it.” You said, keeping out that you’d been sleeping with Billy.

Your chest ached knowing you’d have to sleep on your own tonight. That the memories of your father would likely resurface, scaring you. You chewed your lips until they were bloody.

Curtis extended his leg, he looked like he was in pain. “Don't chew your lips,” he scolded, lightly dabbing at the blood there. You had a habit of worrying at your lips, something Curtis often scolded you for, “Want me to talk to him?” He asked, pulling the cloth away from your lips.

“No, it’ll make it worse.” You said, finishing your tea.

Curtis hummed, “It’ll be okay, Billy’s stubborn but I can tell he cares about you, even if he doesn’t say. He’s not good with emotions.” He explained sipping his coffee.

You hoped Curtis was right, because you’d grown to care for Billy, even knowing he wasn’t entirely good, and made his living out of violence.

You trusted him, and even as angry as he got, he hadn’t struck you. He’d been controlled.

You only wished his anger hadn’t hurt so much. A curse of feeling everything strongly, everything felt so deeply.

Billy couldn’t fucking sleep. The image of your eyes filled with tears stuck in his head, that he’d caused them. But more than that he missed your warm body next to his, the feeling of your even breaths, and soft snores, the way you played with the scar at his hip before you went to sleep every night. You always had a fixation with it.

You were the only woman he’d let into his bed. It was his one safe space, but he hadn’t been able to turn you away that night you’d begged to sleep with him.

And now he was attached to you. The very thing he hated, because it meant he could be vulnerable again. Sometimes he wanted to cut his heart out, it would make life so much easier.

The woman who was supposed to love him, had abandoned him. The most important relationship he’d ever have in his formative years. His fingers fisted his duvet seeing your sweet face in his mind again.

But god he liked you. He still had the lavender under his pillow that you got him.

“Fuck this,” he hissed, throwing his duvet off. He wanted you in any capacity you’d have him. There was nothing to think about.

You laid in bed that night in the guest room, trying not to see your father in the shadows as you usually did, his shadow still hanging over you, frightening you years after his attempt on your life.

You hid under the covers letting out a shaky breath. He’s not here, you told yourself. He can’t get you. You chanted over and over, but a tingle of fear trickled down your spine, making it hard to breathe.

You screamed when you heard someone knock on your doorframe. You peeked out from the covers, “Billy?” You asked, shaking.

“Who else?” He asked not unkindly, his hair mussed from laying on it. “Come to bed,” he said hoarsely, as though he hadn’t gotten much sleep, either.

You hesitated and he ached at your reluctance, “I’m not mad anymore, sweet pea.” He said seeing you shake, before you threw off your duvet, and followed him into his room. When you climbed in, he pulled you against him, stroking your spine, burying his face in your hair. “I’m sorry I scared you,” he rasped, surprising himself. He rarely apologized. But he realized he valued you.

You kissed his mouth, “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have been snooping around.” You mumbled against his lips.

Billy’s fingers dug into your hips, “I just wanna love Billy. Every part of him, even the parts he’d rather forget.” You continued, trying to make him understand.

Billy ached at that. His own mother hadn’t loved him, how could you? You kissed him again, soft and slow making him groan softly, tasting the toothpaste on your tongue.

And just like that the ache in Billy’s heart eased in the wake of your kisses, sweet and yielding.

“You’re mine.” He rasped, making your heart leap with hope.

“You promise?” You asked softly, minty breath blowing over his face.

“I promise.” He said, kissing your forehead, before tucking you under his chin.

And after hours of fighting for sleep, you both fell asleep at two in the morning.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

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