#wanted to draw tonight but didn't feel like making something new so I had some fun with colors

[ohmydumbledear]

Late night Dorian ✨️

[fyrewalkwithmee]

Temptations Pt.2

Early Seasons Spencer x Roommate Reader// NSFW MDNI

I just wanted to thank everyone for all the love on part 1 of this story which was also my first ever Spencer post. It truly means a lot and your comments, reblogs and likes are so encouraging and make me want to write more 🥺❤️

Warnings: SMUT!MDNI!!, Sub!Spencer, Inexperienced!Spencer, Dom!reader, dry humping, palming. Whiny Spence makes me go BARK BARK. Mommy!kink, Light choking, Male and female orgasm.

3.4k WORDS (sorry i got a bit carried away)

Please like, comment, reblog if you enjoy! Im also keen to write more for Spencer so if you have any requests my asks are open :)

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It had been a couple of weeks since the incident with Spencer. You knew that you should have been riddled with guilt and shame after spying on him while he was vulnerable… and joining in, but you didn't. After all, he clearly wanted you and you definitely wanted him so what was there to feel bad about? 

That night had exposed Spencer to you in a whole new light and it was getting increasingly hard to be around him. You found your eyes lingering longer on him, your mind concocting sinful visions of his long fingers, pullable hair, creamy skin that was just begging to be marked. In the dead of night, your hands would travel down between your thighs, a puddle of arousal waiting for you as you replayed the sounds of his needy whines and tried your best to imagine the parts of him that have yet to be seen by you. You had spent the last two weeks trying to come up with a plan to get inside his head… and his pants. But you were struggling. Spencer was sensitive and inexperienced and you didn't want to scare him away or embarrass him by being too forward or revealing that you had discovered his dirty little secret.     

Luckily for you, there seemed to be some mystic force watching and putting into place the ideal situation for the both of you to finally get what you want. 

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“Alright spill, what is up with you tonight?” you asked with a hint of annoyance in your voice as you continued to clean up after dinner. Spencer had been off ever since he came home from the office, being especially quiet and sulky. You could tell something wasn't right when he got like this, you could practically see the wheels turning in his head as he sat through dinner eyebrows furrowed, his mind trying to put puzzle pieces together to resolve whatever was bothering him. Normally it was the case he was working on or some complex scientific concept he had been researching, but tonight felt different. There was an air of hesitancy and frustration that loomed over him like a storm cloud about to burst. 

Spencer quickly met your gaze, his brown eyes widening as if he was shocked you had noticed his behaviour, like he hadn't just sat through dinner barely speaking two words. 

“N-Nothings wrong. It's just uhh the case we're working on right now.” 

Spencer stuttered as he spoke, peering into his lap to fidget with his fingers. God those fingers, what you would do to feel them on your body or slipping in and out of your… Fuck no focus focus focus.

You finished drying the last plate and placed it back into the draw before you leaned both hands against the counter. Your position had you towering over Spencer who was seated on the other side,

 “You are so cute when you lie.” 

You spoke playfully but couldn't conceal the underlying flirtation in your tone that was dying to come out and play. What you were able to hide was the bitter pang that shot straight through your heart. Not because he was lying to you, but because whatever he was going through he didn't think that he could talk to you about it.  

Despite his enormous intelligence, Spencer was sensitive and he let things get to him. You knew how his team could be, picking on him because he was the youngest and less experienced in most areas of life. Despite your raging sexual attraction to the boy you also cared deeply for him and knew that if he didn't talk to you about it he would keep it bottled up. 

Spencer looked to you again, he swallowed at the way you loomed over him his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat. His cheeks had taken on a slight rosiness at your comment and you relished in the effect you had on his body, knowing exactly where his mind was probably heading. 

He instinctively leaned in closer as he rushed to defend himself,

 “W-what! I'm n-not lying.”

You met his challenge by coming even nearer, now face to face with the boy wonder. You couldn't help but admire his beauty being this close, the way his glasses framed his big brown eyes, the sharpness of his reddening cheekbones and the way his pink lips were slightly parted almost welcoming you in.   

“You think I can't tell when you're lying Spence? We've lived together for almost a year.”

The nickname made Spencer’s breath catch in his throat, he shifted nervously in his seat suddenly very aware of your close proximity. He tore his eyes from yours fidgeting anxiously, trying to ignore the familiar feeling of arousal bubbling in his stomach.

Spencer prayed that you were oblivious to the fact that being around you often excited him in more ways than one. He also prayed that you would drop the subject as he was sure discussing it with you could only result in his own humiliation. Spencer stood from his position and walked over to the couch partly to hide away from your questions but also to hide the way his pants had begun to tighten in a not-so-subtle way.

“Fine, I lied! I just don't think you can help me out with this one. It's personal and kind of… embarrassing.” He let out a defeated sigh and buried his face in his hands. His attempts to detur you only heightened your curiosity and if his problem had to do with what you thought it did there was no way you were backing down now.

You sat down next to him on the couch and gently pulled away his hands so you could see his face.

“Spencer, you've literally seen me at my worst. How many times have you held my hair while I emptied my guts into the toilet after a night out? Or have to comfort me when I'm a mess after coming home from a bad date?” Or have me weak in the knees while I fuck myself to the sounds of you getting yourself off, “Nothing you say could be any more embarrassing than anything I've done.” 

You place a reassuring hand on his thigh, feeling him tense up under your touch, you meet his eyes and spoke smoothly, “Let me help you”.

If Spencer wasn't hard before he certainly was now, having you so close with your hands on his body made his brain go fuzzy and a burning heat had begun to engulf the air around him. As much as he didn't want to tell you what happened, he wanted your attention more, he wanted you to continue dotting over him and talking to him in that gentle affectionate tone. Maybe it was his nerves or the uncomfortable pressure of his cock straining against his briefs but before he knew it he was a blubbering mess trying to explain to you what had occurred earlier that day.

“I-its not really a big deal. It was just at work we got to talking about relationships and sex and everyone had stories to share but when it got to me I didn't know what to say and M-morgan made a joke about how I wouldn't even know how to get a date with a woman let alone please one and I know it was only a joke but I just-” 

You gripped the frantic boy’s arms tightly and stroked them soothingly trying to get him to slow down, “Woah woah slow down sweetheart. None of that is true, you shouldn't lis-” 

Spencer interrupted you, big puppy dog eyes staring into yours, “The thing is it is true. Not the getting a date aspect, I think I could manage that but when it comes to sex I… I’m not really the most experienced with that type of thing and I’m worried that when I am put in that position I won’t know what to do.”

Spencer's cheeks burned with embarrassment at his admission and he struggled now to meet your eyes. You felt terrible for him and the way his work colleagues teased him but you also couldn't help but think how fucking perfect this all was. This was your chance to finally get a taste of the man who had been destroying your body and mind for far too long.

You sat up straight making yourself tall and turned yourself to face him, “I see” You replied and pretended to be deep in thought before lowering one hand to draw faint patterns on his knee. Spencer's jaw clenched at the gesture, his eyes glued to the spot where your feathered touch roamed. 

“Maybe you just need some practice.” You spoke in a sultry tone as your fingers pushed deeper, nails scraping lightly at the skin beneath his pants. 

Spencer let out an almost non-existent groan at the pressure, he was absolutely dumbfounded by the situation and shift in your behaviour. There was no way this was happening, no way you were offering what he thought you were. It had to be some kind of sick joke. The boy's voice had risen at least two octaves as he breathlessly replied,

 “P-practice? I umm I’m not sure I understand.” 

You moved your hand from his knee and gripped his thigh firmly, moving it back and forth, sensually stroking. With your eyes on his lower half, you could clearly see the large tent that had formed under his pants. Your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight, your arousal intensifying rapidly and leaking into your panties. You were so in you thought to yourself a satisfied smirk forming on your lips. 

You leaned in and whispered into his ear, “I think you do genius.” your hand slowly crept higher and higher towards his cock, ghosting delicately over his hardness, “I think your body definitely does.” 

Spencer let out a delicious whimper, sheepishly bucking his hips up to meet your hand. You chuckled at his eagerness and continued your torture, adding some pressure so you were lightly palming him, “I’m more than happy to help you out Spence, if thats what you want. You need to tell me if you want me to stop.”

Spencer was a mess, replying to your command with a blissful whine. He continued his attempts to push up into your hand needing more friction to relieve the unbearable ache between his thighs. To his dismay, you removed your hand completely from his crotch, instead wrapping it gently around the slender column of his neck. 

The way he looked at you in that moment was enough to make you cum on the spot. His innocent big eyes were slightly watery from your teasing, his cheeks a new level of flushed and strands of his dishevelled hair hung loosely over his eyes. He looked at you with so much want, you knew he was putty in your hands. You shifted yourself so you sat in his lap, staring down at the heavenly sight below you, 

“I'm gonna need to hear your words, baby. Do you want me to stop or keep going?”

The pressure of your body on his made Spencer squirm beneath you and you could practically feel the way his thickness throbbed against your core. Spencer looked at you with despair in his eyes as he involuntarily bucked up into you and begged, 

“P-please don't stop!”

That was all you needed to hear to let the fun begin. You began to grind down with a slow but sturdy rhythm, earning an array of breathy groans from the boy under you. You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth and whispered an encouraging “Good boy” into his ear. 

Spencer gasped at the nickname, his movements becoming faster and more frantic. Your warm body on his, the dominance of your tone, the realisation that you wanted him. It was all to much. He was grinding into you like a horny teenager, a mixture of moans and broken words falling from his open mouth, 

“Fuckk. Ahhh, please, please” his whines were like honey as they melted into the air around you and you couldn't help but let out your own at the way he writhed underneath you. You planted two hands on his chest giving you more leverage to rub back and forth over his clothed hardness as you slowed your pace, the new sensation sent you both into orbit, Spencer shutting his eyes tight with his mouth agape letting out shallow laboured breaths. His big hands went straight to your hips, fingers digging into the supple flesh there as he pushed you into him even harder. You threw your head back taking in the way his large bulge repeatedly bumped perfectly against your sensitive clit.   

“Feels so good baby, tell me what you want pretty boy.” you managed to ask through moans.

Spencer's eyes remained shut, completely wrapped up in the pleasure of the moment as he begged, “N-need to feel you. F-feel more of you. Need to kiss you please let me kiss you”

The pathetic tone of his voice as he asked for your permission to kiss was borderline ridiculous, but he had been so good and you'd be lying if you said you weren't dying to feel his wet mouth on yours. You halted your movements climbing off his lap, earning a disappointed whine from the boy. Spencer opened his eyes and peered at you, waiting for your next move. You couldn't believe what a mess he was for you, the FBI’s golden boy absolutely pussy drunk and waiting for your instructions. It was laughable. And the hottest thing you had ever seen. 

Spencer's anxious mind started reeling at the loss of contact and he began to fumble an apology thinking he had done something wrong, “I'm sorry, we d-dont have to. I just wanted to-”

You cut him off speaking in an authoritative voice, “clothes off and lie down.” 

Spencer looked at you hesitantly for about half a second then hurried to undo his belt and buttons, almost falling over himself in the process. While he worked you did the same, removing everything but your bra and panties which had become practically see-through from the wetness that had soaked through. By the time you were finished, Spencer was already lying nervously on the couch, his hands covering his exposed cock from your view. He spoke awkwardly,

“Umm, I don't have any uhh… protection.” 

You let out a condescending laugh as you stalked over to him, kneeling beside his head. You ran a hand through his soft hair,

“Don't worry sweetness, I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. We have plenty of time for that.”  

As much as you wanted to fuck his brains out, you were going to take things slow with Spencer and show him all the different ways two people could pleasure each other. He looked at you confused and began to ask what you meant but you cut him off by slamming your lips onto his, earning a surprised yelp from Spencer as your tongue slid into his mouth. 

Spencer's kiss was sloppy and filled with need as he gripped your head between his hands and explored your mouth with his tongue. He tasted like peppermint and cinnamon and you found yourself lost in his kisses, falling deeper and deeper into an intoxicated bliss. You could stay with him like this forever, but you knew that there was a more pressing matter that needed to be taken care of. You moved from his lips to his neck sucking and biting every tender spot you could find that made him groan beneath you. You trailed your way down his chest to his abdomen, which was surprisingly toned despite his thinness. You stopped when you reached the place he needed you most, taking in the sight before you. 

Spencer's cock was better than you could ever have imagined. He was bigger than you expected and extremely hard, his length pressing straight up against his abdomen. Your mouth watered at the way precum dripped from the top of his aggravated tip and slid down over the veiny thickness of his length. The view put you in a trance and you couldn't help but reach out and wrap your hand around him, stroking him softly and moving your thumb around his swollen tip. Spencer's hips lifted up off the couch as he moaned into your touch, you thought he might cum there and then so you halted your movements squeezing him at the base. Spencer whined desperately, his red tip had begun to turn purple from all the stimulation. Fuck he was so sensitive, so desperate to come that he began moving his hips, fucking himself into your hand as you watched on in awe. 

But you didn't want him to cum like this so you removed your hand which didn't stop him from continuing to fuck up into nothing, getting closer and closer to finishing while you straddled him. He stopped moving when he felt your weight on him, he looked wrecked as he looked at you, his eyes glazed over in a dreamy, eager haze. You kept his gaze as you lowered your clothed core down onto the flatness of his length, his slickness only adding to the already-soaked fabric of your panties. You were throbbing at the contact and the friction of his cock sliding through your folds with only the rough cotton of your panties keeping you apart.

“Were you about to cum baby?” You began to move back and forth on top of him, matching his quick movements.

“Yes.. I’m S-so close” he panted suddenly jutting his hips against your slickness.

“Well that's too bad, you only get to c-cum when I say so okay? You spoke through moans as Spencer’s pace increased, a familiar tingly warmth beginning to radiate through your core.

Spencer didn't answer back, too caught up in the feeling of your wetness between his cock which had become drenched in your juices. You leaned down and gripped his throat, a lot rougher than you had the first time, “I asked you a question.” you ordered and Spencer was quick to reply, hips still moving at a frantic pace,

“Yes! Yes Mom-” he whined but stopped himself stuttering to finish, “Only when you say”

He had no time to feel embarrassed at the name he almost called you as he felt his cock twitch signalling that he was close to release. Little did he know that you were already aware of what he wanted and you were more than happy to give it to him.

Spencer's pace began to falter and his nails dug deep into your hips his own bucked wildly underneath you. He sat up a little allowing gravity to pull you down even harder onto him, each time he moved his cock pounded right against your clit creating a rhythm that sent you spiralling closer and closer towards release. All the air was sucked out of the room replaced by a sinful heat as the both of you used each other to get yourselves off. 

Spencer whimpered incoherently, mouth hanging open, eyes screwed shut as he begged you to let him finish,

“Plea- fuck - please let me cum, please let me cumahh” 

Tears were forming in his eyes as you looked down at his desperate state, wrapping your arms around his neck you pushed your chest into his so you were as close as possible and whispered to him,

“You wanna cum?”

“Yes!” he cried “pleasee”

“Okay cum for me then. Cum for Mommy”

Spencer let out a choked cry as he jutted into you with an animalistic force, holding you tight against him as he cried out,

“Fuck Mommy, gonn- gonna cum. Thank you mommy, Thank you, Thankyo-” His own release interrupted him as he whined loudly into your shoulder hips rocking as thick ropes of cum spurted from his cock onto his abdomen. The sight of his pleasure sent you over the edge too, your orgasm crashing down on you as you rode it out overstimulating Spencer's already leaking cock. 

The two of you panted heavily trying to catch your breath, you leaned down and planted a sweet kiss on Spencer’s lips which he gladly accepted. He chuckled underneath you and looked at you with bewilderment,

“I can't believe we just did that.”

You giggled lightly back, running a hair through his messy hair and replied,

“I can't wait to do it again.”

[mantou-rin]

The moment the boys realise they are head over heels for you

Characters: Kenma, Sugawara, Yaku

A/N: The amount of things I am able to come up with while at work should be studied. As usual not proofread I am sorry but I hope you like the silly thoughts that go through my head on a daily basis.

KENMA

Kenma couldn't help but look up from his game to stare at you.

You were at the other end of the classroom talking with a few of your classmates. Your voice wasn't exactly loud, but your presence was more than enough to catch his attention. Kenma admired the way you spoke and the way your face lit up everytime someone said something interesting. You weren't exactly an extrovert, but you had a bubbly and bright personality, and often got along well with pretty much anyone. 

Kenma kind of envied you for that. Not that he was the kind to draw attention to himself, but being able to comfortably talk with people sometimes seemed nice. 

From the corner of your eye, you caught sight of him looking at you, and you turned to give him a smile while waving towards him. He instantly panicked, and quickly turned his attention back to his game console, trying his best to calm his rapidly beating heart. 

He wasn't sure for the longest time about this feeling he had towards you. Was it fascination or just admiration, or was it something more than that. To him, you seemed so interesting, almost as if he wanted to study - no, get to know you better. His racing heart finally confirmed it as a crush, but how does he even begin to ask you out? 

“Kenma”

He nearly jumped when he heard that familiar voice of yours. Slowly he put down his console and directed his attention to you. You were standing next to his desk, the sunlight hitting your face gave you the prettiest glow he had ever seen. 

It was real, he wanted to get closer to you, he wanted to understand everything about you. 

“There's a new cat cafe that just opened, would you like to go there together? I hope you don't mind that it'll just be the two of us.”

Two of us? Did he hear that correctly? Of course he wouldn't mind, if anything he was more than happy that it was just the two of you.  

“Mhm.” Came his silent reply, to which you happily told him that you’ll message him the details when you get home. 

Turns out that your feelings for him were mutual as well. 

SUGAWARA

Suga was not having a good day right now. He felt he didn't do a great job at practice just now and now he couldn't get rid of the constant worry that his team would be disappointed in him. For the most part, he knew the Karasuno boys would never be upset with him, but what if today it was different. 

Before he left just now, Daichi had already told him to cheer up and not think about it, but he just couldn't help himself. He wished he wasn't the kind to mull over his mistakes over and over, but unfortunately, he wasn't that kind of person. 

He really wanted to call you right now. He often told you how you were his comfort after a long day, and he felt that he really needed you today. He was about to make the call when he realised that you told him that you were going out to run some errands that night. 

Right. It wasn't polite to disturb someone when they were busy.  Suga figured to simply drop you a text instead, the both of you could talk about it later tonight.

Sighing, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and looked up at the sky. It was so quiet and calm, contrary to whatever his mind was right now - noisy and chaotic. 

“Suga!” He heard someone call from behind him. 

Hang on. That voice was familiar, one that he has heard many times, there was no way it was - 

You.

Suga wasn't sure why he nearly cried when he saw you, heck he wasn't even sure why you suddenly showed up. 

“Sorry if I’m a little late, but I saw your message and figured that I should come right away. Also sorry I couldn't get something better, but I got you some ice cream from the convenience store on the way here.”

Suga panicked a little, he worried that his message to you came off as something that needed immediate attention, that wasn't what he intended for it to be, although now that he saw you the chaos that was in his mind just now seemed to have died down. 

“Eh, I thought you had to run errands? Sorry if I bothered you.” 

“I can always go another day, besides, you having a bad day is something more important than the groceries I have to buy.” 

Suga wasn't aware, but he was sure he let a tear slip out of his eye when he felt your hands reaching towards him to wipe them away. He never noticed because he was always the one doing the comforting, but right now with you next to him assuring him that everything was going to be alright, his mind became a reflection of the night sky - calm and quiet.

“I'll go run your errands with you tomorrow, and will you allow me to bring you out for dinner afterwards?” 

YAKU

Yaku was glad you decided to join the volleyball team as a manager. Even though the two of you were childhood friends (and neighbours), any extra minute he got to spend with you meant a lot to him. 

You were attentive and smart, always promptly taking care of the team’s needs and giving out advice as needed. Your presence alone sometimes helped boost the team’s morale. 

Water was running low? You had already prepared new bottles for the boys long ago before they even noticed they were running out. 

There was a spot on the court that seemed a little slippery? The next thing Yaku knew you were ready to swoop in with the mop to clean it up. 

The team needed extra balls for practice? There was nothing to worry about because you would have a new basket of volleyballs ready by the side.  

You were talking to Yaku halfway after practice when you excused yourself to find the coach for something. Yaku couldn't help but glance over at the extra bag he had seen you carrying around recently. You happened to leave it open, and Yaku caught sight of a pair of knee guards - specifically the ones he was using. Yaku didn't want to peek, but he was too curious as to why you had that in your bag. He pried the bag open slightly and saw a towel as well as a pouch filled with first aid supplies. 

Perhaps you were playing volleyball too? 

When you came back, Yaku asked if you started playing volleyball too, referencing the items he saw in your bag. 

“Ah, no it's just emergency stuff in case you get injured. I've seen you getting many new bruises because of practice so I wanted to be ready just in case.” You replied softly, slightly embarrassed by the fact that you had been found out. 

Yaku felt his heart do about a thousand backflips. He was always under the impression that you cared for each team member equally, but now knowing that you put in a little more effort to look out for him made him somewhat flustered. 

“Ah, thank you.” Was the only thing he could splutter out.

There was a brief silence before he mustered up his courage to speak again.

“Would you like to go get dinner together after practice tomorrow?”

[battymommastuff]

To be Mine

Batmom x Batman, Batmom x Batfamily

Warnings: A bit of NSFW

Prompt: While digging through the attic, Dick Grayson and Jason Todd uncover a secret about their adoptive mother. A secret that reveals the true, and dark story of the most loved couple in Gotham City

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Masterlist

(NOT MY GIF)

!!DISCLAIMER!! - This likely won't be comic accurate (Obviously), but I did draw inspiration from the comics. If you are looking for something accurate, then this fanfic isn't for you.

"It's a shame isn't it? Watching someone you thought loved you, be with some else?" The voice spoke into your ear before moving some of your hair to the side. You could feel his golden mask press against your cheek. How did you end up here? One minute you were in the mansion...now you were standing on a building watching Batman with Catwoman. After weeks of hiding, the Court found you. He found you. You left your window open by mistake, and it was easy for them to sneak in an grab you. Alfred would have never known...

"And you are so beautiful...simply perfect." The Grandmaster whispered to you while running a hand along your waist, "How about we strike a new deal? Instead of becoming one of my Talons, you become mine?" Your eyes went wide when he said that. His? As in his lover? His wife? 

"I will worship you. Protect you...nurture you. What has Batman done for you besides break your precious heart?" He asked while gesturing to the couple only a few buildings away, "Take my hand...and I swear I will show you what it means to be loved." He purred. Your eyes moved down to his hand. The black, leather glove had become more tempting. Who were you to resist such a tempting offer? 

"Would I still be a part of the circus?" You asked, and the Grandmaster nodded. The circus...your home...your family. You could go home, and everything would be okay. Hesitantly, your hand extended to his. Despite him wearing it, the glove was cold to the touch. The Grandmaster smirked under his mask then pulled you close, "Welcome home, my love." He whispered, guiding you away from the edge of the building. 

Selina had her head tilted to the side as Batman kissed her neck hungrily. A smirk on her face as she almost had him right where she wanted him. Then she could make her daring escape...as usual. That is, until she saw a group of people watching her from afar. "What the hell?" She whispered, getting Batman's attention. He pulled away from her neck then turned around. His eyes widened when he saw your hand in the Grandmaster's. How did the Court get to you? 

Leaving a very confused Selina, Batman made his way across the rooftops as quickly as he could. He couldn't let them take you away. He tried so hard to act like he didn't care for you. He wanted to shut you out, but he couldn't. Even when he was kissing Selina, all he thought was about your lips, your neck...your everything. Batman...Bruce Wayne, they couldn't live without you. 

By the time he got there, all that was left was a cloud of smoke. Batman fell to his knees and panted softly. Even though you weren't there, he could still smell your perfume. That smell would never leave him. 

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"Woah woah woah. You mean to tell me, you married the Grandmaster?!? Of the Court of Owls???" Jason asked as he got up from your bed. You smiled awkwardly while rubbing your baby bump. 

"It wasn't my proudest moment, but I was young...and heartbroken." You explained then looked over at Dick who was just staring at the photo of you with him and his parents. You reached over and gently took the photo from his hand, "I loved them...as if they were my family. They were my family..." 

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Tonight…nearly two years later, your husband was hosting a masquerade ball in order to do some under the table business deals. You were also there. A golden mask that matched his, but only covered your eyes and nose. A black floor length gown that sparkled more than the diamonds on your finger. You were his bride, his trophy. Which made it very easy when a certain billionaire decided to attend.

This was your first public appearance in almost two years. The Court could keep you hidden from Batman, but not from Bruce Wayne. He wasn't on the guest list, but money always seemed to get him into the most interesting of places. Now here he was, walking up to you as you picked up a drink for you and your husband.

"Hello, (Y/N)."

That voice had chills running down your spine. Turning you saw his beautiful face. He was the only one not wearing a mask.

"Bruce…"

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Intro🔞

Unrequited love can be oh-so painful, especially as a hopeless romantic like Jeon Jungkook. You're supposed to just momentarily soothe his aching heart and take his mind off of things- but something about you just draws him in...

Tags/Warnings: Punk!Jungkook, strangers to lovers, Stereotypes, description of Unrequited love, romance, accidental flirting, some angst, major fluff, smut

Length: 2k Words

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A/N: this was supposed to be an angsty oneshot. Thanks to @euphoricfilter I decided to make it a softer series instead.

-> Masterlist

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Jungkook doesn't really know you. 

He knows that you don't like wearing pants, which is why you wear a simple cotton dress tonight despite the weather outside. You layered a sweater over it, and you wear fluffy overknee socks and boots- everything cute, a little oversized, giving you an overall soft appearance. He also knows that you don't really want to be here, that you accompanied a friend but that she went to make out with some boy she had her eyes on the entire night. And he knows your age, your name, and that you have a very nice voice. 

A voice currently whimpering against his ear, as he holds your thighs to keep you propped up against the wall while he thrusts his hips into you. He didn't really think much of it when you suggested this, and he definitely didn't think much of it when he agreed- after all, looks are just looks, down the line, and just because you don't look the part doesn't mean you can't be a little wild. 

What he did not expect was for you to turn out to taste so sweet- the entire ordeal of just a quick fuck feeling like something much more than he's used to. You're supposed to just take his mind off of his long time crush currently probably getting railed in the car outside- and you're doing much more than that. 

It’s like you’re giving him something entirely new to think about. Like you’re someone capable of filling her place in his head. 

Your hands on his shoulders, fingers digging into his leather jacket. The warm skin of your thighs, feeling just so good in his hands. And not to mention that clench of your core around his length, making him feel sensitive even despite the condom he wears. 

"What if you just find someone else, too?" You'd wondered at him at the bar earlier, cheek a little squished as you rested your face on one of your hands, looking at him. "She clearly doesn't want you from what I can tell. So stop pining after someone who doesn't see you." You'd boldly stated, throwing the bucket of cold water over his head- shaking him awake, in a way, because no one's really put it out in the open like that to him up until you. It's tough to hear it, but it's the truth- and you're right. 

He needed a distraction. And you seemed to be the perfect opportunity. 

Lucy had always kept him close- dangling him from a string in front of her heart, never letting him reach it- because it had always been closed off, her interest more in what she could gain from him, and not what she could give him as well. She clearly only really kept him close so he could do things for her- help her move, build up furniture, take care of her cat multiple times a week, even buy her things. Jungkook paid for her rent for half a year- simply because he wanted to show her that he was in it with a full and honest heart. 

He wanted her to see him. But just like you said, she doesn't. Because she doesn't want to see him. She doesn't want him. 

"And where would I find someone else?" Jungkook had asked, eyes finding yours as you'd shrugged. 

"Can't promise you a mind-blowing experience-" You'd told him, one of your legs moving forward to playfully kick his boot. "-but I'm right here." 

And right here you are. 

You smell really nice- he realizes that as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, your skin flushed and hot against his lips. He's not sure why he feels almost guilty taking you like this- you seem more like someone who deserves a romantic date night and then a good long slow-fuck in an actual bedroom, not some underground club storage room. You're currently single, and he knows that from you as well, but he's sure that you won't have any trouble finding someone in the near future. 

Though the thought of it makes him a little.. Upset, almost. Jealous? 

"You close?" He growls into your neck, and you simply nod in response, making him chuckle. You seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing, but you're actually kind of cute in this moment. He's, despite his looks, not one to usually do these kinds of things- he's a romantic, even if it's more of an unconventional one. He craves something real and authentic, something that knocks the breath out of his lungs and swallows his heart whole.  

Huh. 

Maybe under different circumstances, you could've been just that for him. He can imagine falling for you if you'd met sooner, or in a different situation- you seem very nice, with a laid back personality added to it. Your pretty face and pretty body is just an added bonus- and he feels a bit disappointed knowing he'll never see you fully nude.

What could you be hiding underneath those clothes? 

For sure something to be worshipped, a body meant to be made love to and not this right now. But you're already at the end, as he bites his lips and pushes you over the edge, your fingers clawing at his leather jacket as you weakly whimper out in pleasure, his own high a lot softer than yours. That doesn't mean it's any less fulfilling- in fact it's a pretty damn good one, drawn out, making the muscles in his thighs stutter a bit as he holds you up for a bit longer, before he slowly sets you back down to your feet.  

You avoid looking at him now. He wonders if you regret it.  

But is that really any of his business? 

"Okay?" He asks, much to his own surprise as he helps you stand, music dull, bass almost the only thing you can both hear as he strips the condom off and finds some tissues to clean himself up- giving some to you as well. You take them silently, and clean yourself up, watching him throw everything into a trash bin nearby. It's only now that you seem to take a look around the small storage room you're both in, before you pull up your underwear, cringing at the odd feeling in your legs. "You good?" Jungkook chuckles- but you still don't look at him, simply nod before you seem to adjust yourself. How do you really feel about this? 

It's none of his business. So why does he feel like it is?  

"Do you.. I don't know, do you want me to drive you home?" He wonders. "If your friend isn't back, I mean." He adds, and you shrug.  

"Yeah." You tell him almost indifferently, before he nods, and leads you back outside, music suddenly loud and clear again. "but.. I think I can see here over there." You mumble, as Jungkook adjusts the back of your clothes for you, something he didn't even notice doing until his hands were already on you. There's something.. odd about you. A strange attraction, almost.  

He's not sure if it's just post-sex-attachment, or if it's genuine interest.  

“She seems awfully... occupied though.” Jungkook chuckles, watching together with you how she pretty much doesn’t seem to care that she’s basically getting undressed by the guy on the dancefloor. “I’ll wait with you at the bar if you’d like.” He suggests, and you shake your head, visibly disappointed.  

“No.” You deny. “Just..” You pull your little bag a little tighter over your shoulder. “..I changed my mind. Take me home, please.” You ask without looking at him, and he nods quietly, a hand on your shoulder leading you outside.  

His car is a little old, but the interior is clean and smells nice. He instantly turns the heat on, making sure you’re comfortable, radio playing quietly in the background while you click your phone into the holder, the navigation app having started to show him the journey to your home. “Oh? We don’t live that far apart.” He notices, as he pulls out of the parking lot in front of the club. “I live near the subway station, where that weird store is. The one where that old lady sells healing crystals and shit like that.” He attempts to smalltalk, and you nod.  

“Yeah, I know that one.” You answer. “My mom used to be friends with the woman that owns the shop..” You shrug.  

“Oh, cool.” He offers. “I don’t really believe in that stuff, but each their own.” He tells you.  

“I don’t believe in it either.” You admit. “But my mom does, so I just.. Pretend I do. I don’t like to fight with her.” You say, looking out the window to see it starting to rain a little.  

“You seem like someone who doesn’t like arguments.” He chuckles. “Which is a compliment, by the way.” He makes sure to underline. “Can I ask why you.. Seem so sad right now?”  

“Sure you can.” You say, before you look back at your hands in your lap. “It’s.. She does it a lot. My friend, I mean.” You admit, before you sigh. “I feel like she’s just.. I don’t know. Like I’m just a placeholder, good enough when there’s no one else around.”  

“Hm, I get what you mean.” He answers. “Some people are shit like that. My mom used to marry and divorce like she was aiming for a world record.” He laughs easily, stopping at a red light. “Some people just can’t be alone. It eats them up- so they take whatever company they can, and love too easily.” Jungkook explains.  

“But where’s the love in that?” You mumble almost too quiet for him to catch, looking out the window again where two children run through the rain after what you believe might be their mother holding a yellow umbrella.  

“For some, that’s love.” He shrugs. “It’s different for anybody. My definition of love probably is different from yours, and that’s fine too.” He offers.  

“I don’t even know.. What it is.” You sigh, defeated in your tone. “I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like.”  

“You’ll know when it happens, trust me.” He tries to lift your mood. “Maybe we can.. I don’t know. Stay in touch, hang around together. I promise I might look like it but I’m not involved in any drug-related drama.” He laughs. “But all you need might just be a good friendgroup, a nice social circle. And I promise my friends are all cool, even though they’re all guys. They’re all in relationships- well, apart from me, but you know why that issue exists.” He chuckles.  

“You shouldn’t let her use you anymore, you know?” You say quietly, as the surrounding area outside the car becomes familiar. “You’re.. Too nice for someone like that.” You say, as he parks in front of the apartment building your phone exclaims is your destination of choice. You reach over to take your phone from the plastic holder, when you notice Jungkook watching you intently, before he speaks.  

“Can I kiss you?” He asks, and you look at him with wide eyes, interior lights of his car reflecting in them, making him even more eager to find out how it’ll feel like if you gave him the chance. You shrug, before you nod, visibly confused, while his eyes roam around your face, as if they can’t decide what feature of yours to focus on.  

Everything looks too magical right now. Like some cheesy romantic drama.

He’s not sure if he likes it or not.  

But as his hand reaches out to help angle your face right to place his lips against yours, he’s surely enough made his decision, sweet lipbalm of yours fruity on his tongue as he fails to keep his cool, leaning over further, both of your eyes closed as you get lost in the whole action- though he finally has to break free, the moment enough to cut the spell you both have been under.  

“Well fuck me.” He starts to laugh. “Now I’ll definitely need your number.” he jokes, as he takes out his phone to do just that, your fingers typing in the numbers of your phone, your heart still racing in your chest.

All while his words keep repeating in your head.

'You'll know when it happens, trust me.'

[haveihitanerve]

Bruce & Jason centric in that they find a hobby they can do together and actually bond over.

Bruce helped Dick with his acrobatics when he was younger, acting as a spotter. Jason goes in drives with Dick.

Bruce plays minecraft with Tim and is concerningly good at it (Bruce is good with building, Tim is good at speed running). Jason and Tim are always getting into classic olderbrother-youngerbrother dynamic and feud about the smallest things, but they somehow end with a truce of "..Wanna get ice cream?" and it works 9 times outta 10.

Bruce and Damian spend time drawing together in the designated art room. Bruce, of course, does well with architectural designs, but he occasionally dabbles in portraits, and Damian does the opposite. Jason and Damian bond over their memories and time in the LOA.

But what do Bruce and Jason bond with? Sports? Games? TV Shows? Books? Ever since Jason came back as Red Hood, their relationship has been awkward at best and very strained at almost worst.

I feel like they have lots of things to bond over, idk really- for sure books, some other headcanons i have are boxing, it seems like something they both like to do, otherwise history because Bruce loves to know and jason loves literature :) but heres my attempt at writing this for you

Jason hadn't planned on being in the Manor. He was only here, quite honestly, because Tim really wanted his laptop but he really didn't want to come home because he was injured and he might run into Alfred, or worse, Bruce, and Jason could understand that so he had reluctantly agreed and left the kid at his safehouse, and was now at the Manor.

He prayed he didn't run into anyone. Dick and Babs were out on a date, he knew, which meant Batgirl would once again make an appearance tonight, and they wouldn't be home until around three, Alfred was in the kitchen and wasn't planned to leave it for at least another half hour, until he finished his late night cup of tea and chapter of his new book, and the rest of the kids were holed up at Jason's apartment. Unfortunately.

Jason sighed, pushing open Tim's bedroom door to snag his laptop. Duke had asked him to swing by his room too and grab some things if he was "going over there anyway" and Damian didn't even need to ask, Jason stopped by and grabbed Alfred the cat... except the cat wasn't in his room.

Jason fought a groan. If the cat wasn't in the demon brats room then he was anywhere else in the house, and the most likely case was that he was with one of the people in the house, because despite being a cat, the creature was like a goddamned dog, constantly seeking affection and running up to people for pets.

Jason cursed Bruce's nature for adopting children and Talia for ever forcing him to create his own, throwing all the stuff he'd collected into his duffel bag and heading deeper into the Manor. On the hunt. For a cat. What even was his life anymore.

Sure enough, light was streaming from the billiard room, because of course they had a billiard room, and Jason could hear the distinct sound of a cat meowing. He winced, pushing the door open slowly, and found Bruce hunched over the billiard table, Alfred the cat draped across his shoulders, fiddling with some things. Jason cleared his throat.

Bruce glanced up, and after a small frown of confusion at seeing who it was, lit up. "Jason! What are you doing here?" Bruce seemed to regret the words the second they came out of his mouth, judging them to be too harsh, but Jason came further into the room, lifting the duffel bag.

"Tim and the others asked me to grab some stuff." Bruce nodded thoughtfully, glancing at the clock. "Will they be home soon?" He asked carefully. Jason shrugged. "prolly not. They can crash, its fine." Bruce nodded. "Okay. Good." There was a beat of awkward silence.

"Oh uh, Damian wanted the cat." Jason coughed, gesturing to Alfred. "Oh!" Bruce nodded, slipping the cat off his shoulders and handing him to Jason. "Right... well." Jason coughed again. "What are... you doing?" Bruce blinked at him a few times, like he'd never expected Jason to show an interest in his work, which was crazy giving the way Jason had died

But quickly recovered, gesturing him closer. "Stamps. I collect them." "You collect stamps?" Jason asked dubiously. Bruce nodded emphatically. "Oh yes. They're so fascinating. They tell a story. Like this one, for instance, is from World War Two. Or this one, the Persian War. Despite everything, people still find time to write letters, to communicate with each other."

"Huh." Jason nodded, leaning over the table to look at the rest of the stamps. Bruce had quite the collection. "I can show you more, if you'd like." He offered uncertainly. Jason took a step back. "Right. Yeah. No, I- I'd like that." Bruce blinked. "You would?" The words were careful. Weighing. Jason nodded, swallowing.

"Y-yeah. I- uh, I gotta get back to the others," He lifted the duffel bag. "But uh, maybe some other time. This seems... really cool." Bruce smiled. "Truly? Well... good. Thats good. I- I'll uh. I'll leave them out then. For next time." Jason nodded in agreement. "Yeah. Next time."

The letter arrived a week later, an ancient stamp on the front, and a detailed description inside, a bit too detailed, but Jason appreciated it. He began searching, scouring everywhere he could with every piece of free time he had, and sent his own back, adding in pieces of information and evidence about Killer Croc that he'd been meaning to share later anyway.

It became their thing, a little bit of back and forth, and soon the letters grew longer, only a paragraph dedicated to actually explaining the origins or story, and more about their lives, their old life and their new. It became a game, leaving stamps out for the other to find, trying to guess what year the stamp was from without opening the letter, and randomly sticking stamps onto evidence to see if the other person would be able to guess it. A thing. Bruce smiled every time he thought about it. And if Jason showed up more at family functions, and allowed Bruce to wrap an arm around his shoulders to the surprise of everyone else... well, that was their little secret.

[blueicequeen19]

Wicked Step Brother Pt. 2

Warnings: Non-Con, drugging, drugs, alcohol, unprotected sex, recording, anal, stepcest, cheating

Part One

You got home that night to find Ward and your mother gone for the weekend and a party in full swing. It was typical Rafe Camerson behavior. He couldn’t be trusted no matter what. No wonder he was always in trouble with his dad.

There were cars and party goers everywhere. Drugs and booze scattered across every surface of the mansion. You should've left the moment you couldn't pull into the driveway but you didn't. Curiosity got the best of you.

You told yourself you wanted to see if your boyfriend had brought someone when really, you wanted to see if Rafe was with someone. You shouldn't care about what your step brother does but you do. You don't spot him until it's too late. Not until he'd already advancing on you from across the patio.

You turn and run back inside, making a beeline to the front door with Rafe hot on your heels. The door knob meets your hand just as a strong arm wraps around your waist, hauling you back.

"Where are you going, lil sis? Don't want to play?" Rafe growls in your ear, his bare chest burns against your skin and his cock hard against your ass through his thin swim trunks. You feel your panties grow wet just from him being near you.

"Let go of me." You snarl, tearing at the arm banded around your middle.

"Don't cause a scene and I won't." Rafe warns before releasing you. You step away and face him, your eyes lingering on some of the nearby party goers but they don't even spare you a glimpse. Everyone was too high or drunk to notice the tension between you and your step brother and somehow that was worse. You were on your own.

"Where were you going in such a hurry?" Rafe's voice draws your attention back to him and you take a careful step back, glancing at the blue mixed drink in his hand.

"I'm not staying here tonight." You snap. His face hardens as he matches your steps.

"You are."

"Or what?"

Rafe leans in dangerously close and your heart threatens to burst in your chest.

"Or I'll tell your boyfriend you're a squirter." Rafe's low, husky voice meets your ears and you bite back a whimper, your clit pulsing. The only reason Rafe knew you were a squirter was because he liked to finger fuck you until you cried and begged him to stop. It was his new favorite thing once he realized your boyfriend had never achieved it. Rafe was a sadistic fuck like that. You look at his drink again, debating knocking it from his hand when he offers it to you with a wicked grin.

"Here, this will help mellow you out." You glare daggers up at him. He could force you to stay but you didn't have to follow his every command.

"No."

Rafe's nostrils flare, his eyes flashing with anger before he firmly grabs your arm, yanking you against him. Some people thought that the drugs and drinking mellowed Rafe out but you knew better. It only released the beast he was so careful to keep locked away until it was directed at you.

"Drink it or I'll force you down on your knees in front of everyone and pour it down your throat. Then you'll lick up the mess you made before I stuff my cock down your throat." Rafe's growl shakes you to your core, fear of humiliation being the only thing that guides you when you finally take the mixed drink.

"I hate you." You sniffle, bringing the drink to your nose and trying to detect what liquor was in it.

"Tell your pussy that." Rafe winks. You ignore him as you bring the drink to your lips and taste the bite of something fruity mixed with tequila. Your belly pooled with heat immediately and you were alarmed at how good it actually tasted. You took another drink before realizing that your body was starting to relax and your anxiety had dissolved. All the background noise in your head had gone silent. Your heartbeat had slowed and you seemed able to breathe a little better. Your eyes widen as you realize what has happened. He drugged you.

"Good, isn't it?" Rafe smirks, taking the drink from you before you can throw it in his face.

"You son of a bitch." You pant but there's no anger, just calm. You could almost cry. You wanted to be mad and lash out but you couldn't. You felt too good. Really fucking good. Your skin was buzzing, your pussy throbbing, and your nipples painfully hard. Rafe's knowing smirk only grows as he leads you from the room and up the stairs.

"Rafe." You try to pry his hand off but you can't. Your skin was electrified where he touched you. It felt so good that you suddenly wanted him to touch you everywhere.

"We're almost there." Rafe says, hauling you up another set of stairs to his bedroom. Your pussy throbbed so rapidly between your legs that your knees threatened to buckle. You needed relief. You were dying.

You must've stopped walking because Rafe suddenly scoops you up into his arms and your arms immediately go around his neck. Your hands start to move on their own, fingers dancing along his neck and chest and his back. You feel goosebumps arise on his skin but you can't stop. His skin was so soft and his muscles so hard. Rafe really was a beautiful monster.

“I bet you’re feeling really good right about now.” Rafe whispers in your ear as he carries you.

Your back meets a bed and you're suddenly too hot. The soft comforter felt so good against your skin, relaxing even. You moan, quickly unbuttoning your uniform blouse and yanking it off. That felt better. You don’t know where Rafe went but you don’t care. You just needed a release. The pulsing in your clit was too much so you widen your legs and reach under your skirt, letting your fingers find your soaked panties. You moan again, rolling your hips to meet your hand as you start to massage your clit.

You were so wet that your panties were stuck to you and your thighs were slick. You couldn’t stop as you all but ripped your panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside yourself. The moan that left you would make a pornstar blush but you couldn’t help it. You were so hot and needy. You wanted to be fucked and you didn’t care who gave it to you.

Suddenly your hand is yanked free and a naked body is on top of yours. Your eyes pop open to stare at Rafe. You don’t get to complain because he kisses you hard, grinding his cock against your pussy. Your nails dig into his back as you kiss him back, lifting your hips to meet every thrust.

“Rafe.” You beg against his lips, feeling shove your skirt up your waist then squeezing your breasts.

“What do you want, baby?” Rafe taunts against your lips, his fingers tweaking your nipples. Every touch had your body electrified and jerking against him.

“Rafe, please.” You cry, reaching between your bodies but he rears his hips back just as you grasp his cock.

“Beg me. Beg me to fuck your tight little pussy and make you feel better.” He growls in your ear, his hand moving to cup your pussy. You buck against his hand, desperate tears in your eyes.

“Please, fuck me, Rafe. Please.” He smiles before kissing you hard, his cock finding your slit and he starts to nudge your clit. You moaned loudly, aching to have him inside you. Rafe pulls back long enough to tear your panties clean off then he’s flipping you over on your hands and knees, pulling your ass back as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Smile pretty.” Huh? His words throw you off for a split second before he brutally slams inside your soaked pussy. You all but scream in relief, your face dropping down to the comforter as he starts to snap his hips against your ass. The headboard starts to slap the wall and his grip on your hips stings but you’re too far gone to care. It’s like you’re not in your body anymore, all logic goes out the window as nothing becomes more important than your release.

“Yes, yes, please, yes.” You chant, your face pushed further into the blankets when he wretches your arms behind your back.

“Such a greedy little whore.” Rafe shoves you down flat on the bed, forcing your legs together as he straddles you. You scream into the blankets, fisting them until your nails threaten to tear through as he delivers thrust after brutal thrust.

His thumb suddenly presses inside your virgin puckered hole and your body tenses up, your toes curling as your orgasm violently hits you. It steals your ability to breathe as it wrecks you from the inside out. The drugs only heightened the affects and your vision goes black for what feels like minutes. Rafe curses, your pussy no doubt clamping down painfully around his cock. It takes you a moment to return to your body and you become painfully aware that Rafe is fucking both your holes with his thumb and his cock. It feels foreign and dirty but before you can tell him to stop, he cups your throat with his free hand, cutting off any words you might’ve had and throwing you into another otherworldly orgasm.

“You like that? You like having both your holes fucked by me?” Rafe growls, releasing his hold on your throat and you cough, burying your face in the bed.

“Rafe, please, I can’t take it.” You cry, overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes but you swear you could cum again.

“You can and you will. We’re not leaving this room until I’m done with you.” Rafe slips out for a moment, offering you a tiny bit of relief but also a painful emptiness. Your eyes widen alarmingly when cold liquid drips between your cheeks. You start to roll over but he’s quickly there, straddling you again with a firm hand in the center of your back.

“Rafe!” You shout, your protests falling on deaf ears. The tip of his cock suddenly penetrates your ass, causing a terrible burning feeling. You push back until his breath hits your ear, his hand around your throat as he slides in further.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay. You can take it. You can take all of me, just like I’m going to take all of you. Rub your clit, I promise you’ll like this.” He nibbles your earlobe, making you shudder while you quickly dive your hand between your legs. Your fingers craze your clit and you tense up, a whimper falling from your lips as you feel split in two.

“Relax, sis, I’m not even half way.” You feel his hands spread your ass cheeks then you hear him spit. You’re humiliated and grossed out but you can’t protest when he starts to rock back and forth, your fingers still stroking your clit. The pleasure almost blinds you. It’s intense and painful but the building euphoria only eggs you on. You wanted more so you start moving your hips with him.

“That’s my girl. I’m going to fill this ass up with my cum. You’re not going to be able to walk or sit down for a fucking week.” Rafe’s feral growl meets your ears and when he bites your shoulder, you’re done for. The orgasm is more powerful than anything you’ve ever felt, tears flow freely as he fucks you harder and harder to his own release.

Finally, when you’re on the verge of passing out, Rafe slows to a stop and slips from inside you. You whimper, unable to move or open your eyes. You feel him get off the bed then you hear the sound of running water in his bathroom then he’s back, gently cleaning you up. You turn your head, your eyes barely open when you see what he’s holding in his other hand.

“The fuck are you doing?” You growl, quickly rolling over and yanking the blanket over your sore naked body. Rafe smiles, his phone still aimed at you like he’s recording.

“Owning your ass in more ways than one. I told you to smile pretty. Say hi!”

[melanieph321]

idea for rubencito cos i love your angst!!

y/n and ruben get into a huge fight and break up and then a few days later y/n’s friends take her out to get over him but they run into each other at a party or event etc. and they try to make each other jealous but they end up back together xx

This fic 😝😝

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Mating Game 18+

Enjoy!

"New year, new me, right?" You said cheerfully. Your friends on the other hand, did not look as convinced.

"What?"

"Is there a reason why you want to go out and party all of a sudden?" They asked. "I mean we haven't managed to get you out of bed for the last six weeks. All of a sudden you want to party?"

"But it's New Year's?" You shrugged.

"Yeah, but you've just gone through a really bad break up Y/N."

"It wasn't that bad." You said, indenial. Your friends had seen it first hand though, seen how much it sucked for you to miss something that hadn't been in your favor.

"Guys I just wanna dance. What's wrong with that?"

They shrugged. "Nothing I suppose. Just don't throw yourself at the next guy that smiles your way."

You gasped. "Are you calling me easy?"

"No, we're calling you heartbroken and vulnerable. Perhaps I should refrase myself...." Isaac said, your friend from university who had known you the longest. "Don't throw yourself at another footballer who can't commit to a healthy relationship."

"Trust me," You chuckled. "That I won't do."

"Alright then, let's party!"

Your friends let you drag them to the hottest club in town. Having dated your ex, Ruben Dias, some of his fame had rubbed off on you. Even when broken up, you would often get invited to extravagant and exclusive parties like this one. Usually you hesitated to go, since it didn't feel right going without Ruben. But tonight was New Year's Eve, you deserved to have a little fun.

"Anyone want a drink?" One of your friends asked, preparing to take your orders to the bar.

"You guys go ahead, I'm gonna stay here with Y/N."

Everyone left to get a drink at the bar, everyone except for your friend Isaac. You smiled. "You don't have to babysit me, you know? I won't run off with the next best guy."

"No, but the next best guy might wanna run off with you. Look how everyone's staring at you Y/N."

"It's the dress." You sneered. You hadn't worn it since your university days. It's promiscious design would usually draw the right amount of attention from both guy's and girls. However that was never your intention once you and Ruben started dating. Now that that disaster of a relationship was over, you felt that there was nothing wrong wearing a jaw dropping dress again.

"Y/N, guess who's at the bar?" Your friends rushed back to your table with the drinks. For some reason they all looked giddy and excited.

"Who?" You asked.

"Ruben."

"Oh."

"And his new boe. Or we suspect it's his new boe, they were quite clingy."

"Did he see you?" Isaac asked.

Your friends shook their heads. "I don't think so, why?"

Isaac turned to you, "We can leave if you want."

"No." You frowned. "I came here to dance and that's what I'm gonna to do." You stood, waving for your friends to come join you on the dance floor. They happily did. You got lost in the music. A deep trance that made you loose all sense of time and worry. Time faded and reality struck. You had to go to the bathroom. "I'll be right back." You said, giving your friends the heads up. You didn't get far however, as a big hand got a strong grip around your arm, tugging you to a corner somewhere where the music wasn't as loud.

"Ruben, what are you....?"

You knew it was him before he turned to face you. He was smiling at you, grinning smugly. "I could ask you the same thing Y/N, what are you doing here of all places?"

"I got invited." You said, tipping on your toes to match Ruben's intimidating height.

"Jack invited you?" He looked suprised. A little jealous even.

"No, his girlfriend put me on the list."

"I see."

You didn't like the flat stare that appeared on his face. Ruben did this when he didn't want you to know what he was thinking about. However, after two years together, you knew him too well.

"Just because we've broken up doesn't mean I have to break up with our mutual friends Ruben."

He frowned. "I never said that."

"No, but you were thinking it."

He did not answer but let a low chuckle give him away. Perhaps he was impressed that you could still read his mind. Like right now for instance, his eyes wandered freely, checking you out. Somthing below your chin interested in. You wondered what it might be, however, a good guess would be your tits. The cleavage of you dress did nothing to contain them.

"Who was that guy you were dancing with just now?" He asked.

You smiled, knowing that Ruben had spotted you earlier in the crowd. You had actually gotten a glimpse at him too, him and his alleged boe. A tall, blond girl. You wondered where she might have gone?

"My friends Ruben, I was dancing with my friends."

"Who, Isaac?"

"He's one of them, yes."

Ruben nodded. "I knew he always had a thing for you."

"Ruben, he's gay."

"Oh."

You rolled your yes. "Can you get out of the way now, I need to pee."

"Wait."

Again, Ruben grabbed a hold of your arm. There was no point in fighting him, his strength compared to yours was unmatched.

"What?" You said, staring blankly at those brown eyes. Eyes that you once had a privilege waking up to every morning.

"I've missed you." He said, a softened gaze.

You snorted. "I doubt that."

He grinned. "Haven't you missed me?"

You stepped up to his large frame, challenging him. "Not one bit."

"Yeah?" He raised a brow. "Prove it."

You grinned. Challenge accepted.

"Where were you?" Isaac asked, upon your return to the dance floor.

"Bathroom." You shrugged. "Come on, dance with me."

The dance floor was crowded. Your friends moved around you whilst you picked some random dude to grind your dress up against.

"Go Y/N!"

Your friends egged you on and so did other people. It drawed attention to you, allowing Ruben to find you amongst the crowd again, although you doubt that his eyes had never let you out of his sight in the first place.

You got lost in the trance, letting the random guy's hands roam freely around your body, at one point squeezing your breast. Your eyes found Ruben's. He was gritting his teeth. You smiled and continued dancing. The guy breathed down your neck, telling you how sexy and valiant you were. But you froze. The tall blonde had returned to Ruben, clinging on to his neck. He no longer paid attention to you, although he probably understood that you were looking his way. He bent down to kiss the girl, serenading her neck with kisses that would definitely leave marks visible in the morning. His hands squeeze her ass and she giggled in his ear. You however, couldn't laugh or enjoy yourself any longer.

"What's wrong baby?" The guy you were dancing with asked. "You look thristy, let me buy you a drink."

You let the man drag you to the bar. Perhaps a bad idea since your friends had been bringing drinks all night. You were quite tipsy and uneven with in your steps.

Arriving at the bar, you saw the man under bright lights for the first time. He looked much older than you and less appealing than what he had been as another pawn on the dance floor.

"So what do you do for a living  sweetheart?" He asked, handing you your shot if vodka, waiting for you to down the drink before answering his question.

"I'm surviving." You said, to which the man laughed. "Aren't we all."

He fished his phone out of his pocket, regarding the time. "Tell you what, clocks about to strike midnight soon. What do you say I take you to my place and we can celebrate the new year there?"

"But my friends." You said, mind clouded with alcohol.

"I'm sure they won't miss you."

The man was already getting up and off of his seat, dragging you along with him.

"No, I don't want to leave them."

"Come on darling, you'll be better off at my place. I'll take care of you."

"No but...." The alcohol made you light on your feet, the man had managed to drag you all the way towards the exit and out of the club. You shivered as the nights cold hit you. Your coat, your wallet and all off your belongings were still inside of the club.

"I have to tell my friends where I've gone." You turned around, heading back to the club.

"Nah, darling. You're not gonna dance with me all night just to leave me with light wallet and blue balls."

He grabbed you by the waist.

You screamed.

The man pushed you ahead of him towards his car. You stumble to the ground, scarping your knees.

"Get up." He shouted. "Get the fuck up you little..." The man grunted, followed by his body falling limb to the ground.

You screamed once more.

"Y/N. You okay. Did he hurt you?"

Ruben pulled you to your feet with ease. You eyes widened in suprise at the sight of him.

"She's freezing." He said. He looked mostly concerned with the blood on your scraped knees.

"Here, I have her coat." Isaac said, handing Ruben your things. "I've been drinking. Can you take her home?"

Ruben nodded and soon he had you in the passenger seat of his car.

"You should be careful who you let buy you drinks Y/N." He said, slapping his thigh in frustration. "Haven't I told you to be careful?" He was more angry with himself for letting you slip out of his sight. Thank god for Isaac, who must have seen the man drag you with him out of the club.

"Easy for you to say." You muttered. "You don't even allow yourself to have one drink on new year's. New Year's, Ruben."

He ignored you and kept on driving. He wasn't taking you home though. He was taking you back to his apartment, your old home.

Ruben had you seated on his bathroom counter whilst he took a look at your knee, cleaning the wound.

"You bought a new tub." You said, eyeing it jealousy.

Ruben smiled. "You ordered it, remember?"

"I did?"

He nodded. "It didn't arrive until we...you know."

Made sense. Your break up with Ruben was messy. You wanted out of the situation and his home without the two of you really having a chance to talk. In a way you were afraid, afraid that he would somehow find a way to convince you to stay. Knowing Ruben, he could've definitely made it happen. You were slightly hurt by that, the fact he never even fought for you to stay.

"What are you thinking about?" He said, his eyes on your bleeding wound.

You smiled faintly. "Us and what a mess we were."

He frowned. "Not all the time."

"But most of the time."

Ruben finished putting a bandaid to your knee before meeting your eyes again. He stood close, his hands resting on your thighs. "Well, we all can't be perfect, can we?"

"Yeah but we didn't even try aiming for perfection. We were simply a mess from the beginning to the end."

"Who says that was the end?"

You sighed. "Be real Ruben. We are better off without each other than we are with each other."

"I agree to disagree."

You were suprised by how stubborn he was. Just a few hours ago Ruben had been the one kissing another girl in the club, groping her, knowing that you were watching. Then again,  you had done the exact same thing to him, however your attempt to make Ruben jealous had gone very wrong.

"I don't like the games we played." You said. There had been alot of those when you were together. Alot of trying to make the other jealous. Isaac was the one to tell you that that was not a very healthy thing to do in a relationship. Especially in a relationship with someone like Ruben, who often received more attention than you. You often eneded up getting more hurt than he did, making the mating game between you slightly unfair.

"You're the only girl I want, you know that Y/N."

"Then why did you let me go?"

It had gone unnoticed, Ruben's forhead  pressing against yours. Somthing generated between you, somthing know but unknown. A feeling indescribable with words.

"It was a mistake. I should have never let you walk out that door. I regret not chasing you down the street, begging you to take me back."

You chuckled. "I would've loved to see that."

Ruben raised his head and yours. "Would you?"

You frowned. "Would I have what?"

"Taken me back?" His eyes were big, glowing in the bathroom light.

"Ruben I..."

He shook his head, "Yes or no Y/N, you said no games."

"Ruben." You whispered against his skin. You were so near. Ruben had your back pressed against the mirror, your thighs slightly wrapped around his stem as you sat back on the bathroom counter.

"Yes..." You said, voice barley audible.

"Louder." He demanded.

"Yes." You said, forcing the words out. "I would've have taken you back. In a heart beat."

Ruben's forhead rubbed against yours. You were like two animals. Irrevocable mates. Weather the force of nature brought him to you, or simply the beating of your hearts,  the connection was irreversible.

"Y/N." He grunted, growling slightly as your hands ran through his hair. "I love you."

You raised his chin, leaning forwards to plant a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. "I love you too."

It was all the conformation he needed. Ruben seldom made a move without your consent. Once he had it there was no stopping him, no controlling him whatsoever. His hands slipped under your dress in search of something familiar.

He found it.

You gasped. "Ruben."

"Ssshh. Relax."

The kisses remained sweet but longing. Ruben traced his lips along your jawline,  your head knocking back against the bathroom mirror. His lips moved down the slope of your neck, to the hill of your collar bone.

"Please." You begged. The teasing was unbearable. Ruben's hands remained under your dress, his fingers making up for the time he had been lost without you.

"Yes, right there."

Your arms clung around his neck as his thumb began circulating the right spots. He grunted in response to your loud moans.

"Baby, right there."

He loved it when you called him that. Baby. Ruben's thumb began moving faster, with the aid from how wet you had become.

"No, no." You cried. "Don't stop, I'm so close."

Ruben chuckled, his hands withdrawing from underneath your dress. He left you cold and sticky, but only for a brief moment. In that time you noticed the bludge in his pants, his hard cock revealing itself as he took it of his pants. It was dripping with cum.

You smiled. "If you want me, take me. I'm all yours."

It's what he had been waiting for, your consent to destroy you. Your back slammed against the mirror, rattling the frame. Ruben however, used his hands to tugg your hips forwards so that your legs dangled over the bathroom counter. He closed the gap between you. His hand was brought down to push your panties to the side. You sighed against his neck, a smooth shiver running down your spine as Ruben pushed in deep, his cock pulsating against your walls. He fucked you slow, forcing you to be aware of him and how well you fit together. His hands framed your face, his fingertips caressing your skin.

"You're so beautiful Y/N, so fucking beautiful."

The mirror shook behind you as the movment of Ruben's hips knocked your ass flat against the frame. He was merciless, yet cautious. He had never fucked you this slow before.

"What is it. Don't you like what I'm doing to you baby?"

His pace was uneven, like waves crashing against the rocks of an ocean cliff.

"Please." You said, your voice weak and distracted by how good it felt. "Please don't stop."

He smiled against your lips, finally upping the pace. The mirror rattled behind you, matching his aggressiveness. Ruben had no fear of breaking it and so he kept fucking you until your head fell back with the pleasure, until your finger tips clawed down the side of his back muscles, until the words coming out of your mouth sounded more animalistic than human. He fucked you until your bodies began to tremble. Ruben rested his palm flat against the mirror as on last thrust had him slumped down against your body.

"Fuck Y/N, you take me so well."

He was still inside you, not yet going soft. It was the leverage you needed to come down from the high yourself. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, the groans of your orgasm hidden and stored away in a safe place.

Ruben brought himself out of you, tilting your head back with his hands. He looked back at you smug, quite impressed with you for smirking after enduring what he just did to you.

"You're right." He said. "We are a mess."

You tilted your head, kissing his lips. "Happy new year Ruben." It was faint, but the sounds of fireworks could be heard outside. The sounds of a new beginning.

"Happy new year baby."

[petew21-blog]

Can you do like a lando norris and oscar piastri body swap pls

I hope I won't dissapoint. You can still dm me if anything

Oscar P.O.V. (on the right)

Another race ahead, another day to win. Lando is already here. He won't beat me, but I still gotta be ready. We push each other to be better all the time. While out of the race we are quite good friends I have to say, but while driving, we become the speed itself. We both wanna win and we wanna be better than before.

"Hey, mate. How we feeling today? Ready to be second, huh?"

"Nah that's your place, man. No need to take from the weak. Besides wouldn't trade my ride with yours anytime soon, that's why you won't be first." he laughed

"You know it's about the driver huh, I am better and you know it. Unless you switch with me, you won't get to win this."

"Well, I can say only the same thing"

We laughed about it and shook hands. And suddenly we were looking at ourselves. We actually swapped bodies 45 minutes before the race.

"What the hell is this. Why am I you?"

"Why are you me?!? I only meant it as a joke. I didn't believe it was possible."

We started screaming at each other drawing attention. Lando in my body noticed first:"Everybody is starting to look at us. Let's make a deal to just ride as we normally would and try to win anyway ok? Then we'll deal with this."

I don't know what came over me, but seeing my body so confident made me a bit horny. Until today I never questioned my sexuality. Well...

We went over some details. Phrases we usually say. Tricks we do and shit we don't do. The media were all over us, making photos, tried to capture the moment we had a fight, but now trying to find a better moment.

We both went our ways. We got behind our wheels and went on. The rest is a blur. I didn't even feel like a different person at those moments, but after exitting the car, I suddenly realized I won. I fucking a first place. Wait. Lando won. But... I did. As Lando. So... the throphy stays with Lando, but I'm the one who made sure he won.

Lando P.O.V.

Yeeeeees. I don't even know if I should cry right now or cheer. Oscar's team was so confused that I cheered so much for my own body winning, but I don't care. I won. My body won that trophy. I won!

But then it hit me. We haven't swapped back yet. What if we never swap back and we stay like this? What do I do?

I left to get changed. I got out of my clothes.

"Damn Oscar, maybe get a tan sometimes? You're pale as snow."

Oscar's body isn't ugly. He is a bit slimmer than me, but can't say anything bad about it. We're only two years apart and our bodies aren't that different. I looked inside my new boxers. Well, maybe we are. Atleast I won something today. I actually can't wait to test this bad boy and see it fully hard

Oscar P.O.V.

Lando's body has so much attention now. The past few days we've made bunch of photoshoots and I have to say I am getting kinda comfy in this body. It's good looking. Hot, better muscle structure. I don't think I even want to swap back right now. But I can't say that about Lando. He keeps texting me about talking and finding a way to swap back. I'm just to tired from all the media attention and photoshoots to deal with this.

Oh another message came. A photo in my bathroom. Ok, I miss that dick. Maybe I could talk to him tonight. We could talk over the swap and maybe I could try to ride something else for a change

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 20

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC

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A/N: In this part I have used some Gaelic phrases to represent Tyrrish, as both Garrick and Ophelia can speak it. Mo grádh will translate to My Love. And on that note. Enjoy. Also poor Xaden. Warnings: 18+, Smut

Xaden had remained true to his word. For me at least. Liam was still assigned to Violet wherever she went. Which for the most part also meant me, but if I walked off elsewhere he stuck to her. I was glad Xaden had let me have the freedom I requested. Not that I wouldn’t have had freedom. But it would have meant Liam following me around.

But in his absence Garrick had fallen into place. Not as over bearing as Liam was with Violet. But outside of classes Garrick was always there with me. Which I couldn’t deny I liked. I liked it a lot. The night of me finding out about Aretia we had spent in Garrick’s room. And it had reminded me so much of our down time in Aretia. Us lying in his bed or mine. His head in my lap as I read a book or played with his hair as he slept. It had taken me back to a time where we didn’t have any cares or worries. It was something we both needed. And was something we had planned to do tonight, till Garrick had decided to move some of my stuff to his room. His argument was I would be spending most of my nights here unless he was away on a supply run. It just made things easier in his mind. So now I sat on his bed, sketch book in hand as I watched him try to rearrange his armoire and desk to accommodate some of my things. The man was too excited of the prospect of me essentially sharing a room with him from here on out. But it kept Xaden happy that someone was watching over me at night, and meant Liam could have more focus on protecting Violet who was still yet to manifest a signet. And has also received another threat from Barlowe today in sparring that had caused Liam to shove him out of the room entirely. Garrick’s mumbling pulls me from my drawing of my dragon Mealladh. I look up to see him looking in the armoire, scratching the back of his head. I place my sketch book on the bedside table and walk up behind him, my arms wrapping around him as I rest my head against his bare back. My fingers tracing lightly over the defined muscles of his stomach. His hands coming to rest over mine as he looks over his shoulder at me.

”You seem stressed.” I tell him.

He sighs. “It’s because I am.”

I can’t help but laugh at him. “It’s just some space in the armoire, space you don’t even need to find. I can keep my stuff in my room.” I tell him.

I feel Garrick stiffen in my arms, turning to face me as his hands find their place on my waist. “I do need to find it. I want to find the space. I’ll make it work.” He tells me sternly.

This man was way too intent on making this a space for both of us. But it wasn’t something new for us. Back before the rebellion, we had started to leave things at each others places. It had been frequent that we would stay at each others places, Xaden included. But this was on a more serious level than that. We hadn’t defined what we were yet. But we were more than friends now. We had taken that leap. But we hadn’t put a label on it. We didn’t need to. I was his, and he was mine.

”Well I’m sure it can wait till tomorrow I tell him.” With a smirk on my lips as my hands travel from his back to rest on his chest, one of them travelling down to toy with the band of the grey linen pants he had on. The only thing he had on.

I watch as his eyes darken, clearly picking up on the intent in my actions and words. Besides that night of threshing, we hadn’t had another chance. Mainly due to Garrick being away with supply runs. Which at the time I didn’t know about. And I knew Garrick was wanting this as much as I did. His lingering touches had hinted otherwise. I was surprised he hadn’t jumped on it earlier when I had stripped down to my underwear, and slipped on one of his black cotton shirts that was huge on me. His hands now find their way under that very shirt, gripping and massaging my sides as he kissed his way down my neck, lightly biting as he went. Leaving marks I definitely wouldn’t be able to hide. Bastard. Garrick’s hands slowly move down my sides as he kneels in front of me, his fingers hooking into the band of my underwear, quickly sliding them down my legs. I step out of them and he throws them to the other side of the room. His hands wander up my legs, so slow its almost torture. Especially as he moves them to my inner thighs, lightly ghosting over the sensitive flesh. I go to tell him to hurry up and stop teasing, but one of his strong hands grips my left knee, throwing the leg over his shoulder. I don’t have time to ask what he’s doing before his fingers slide up and down, coating them in my arousal. One of my hands reaching down and tugging on his curls as my head rolls back as a moan rolls off my lips. The bastard was taking his time, but I couldn’t deny I enjoyed it. And I knew what eventually would follow would be worth the wait. Each stroke sending a shiver through my body, that I knew would have him smirking. Finally his fingers slide lower, slowly pushing two of them in, followed my his mouth latching on to the bundle of nerves. My eyes fly open at the sensation, getting the full view of a very blissed out Garrick kneeling before me, taking pride in the pleasure he was giving me. Slowly he adds a third finger, stretching me out more. I nearly come undone then as he curls all three fingers inside me, hitting the perfect spot. My leg gives out, but Garrick’s arms keep me upright as he continues his assault. Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, the bastard stops. And I have no shame in not stopping the growl that leaves my mouth. Garrick smirks, bloody smirks up at me as he kisses the inside of the leg still hooked over his shoulder.

”Don’t worry mo ghrádh, I’m just getting started.” He tells me in a low tone as he stands, pulling the shirt over my head as he does so.

His fingers make quick work of my bra as it soon follows the rest of what I had been wearing to somewhere else in his room. His lips are quickly and roughly on mine as he walks me backwards to the bed. He goes to push me down but I quickly manoeuvre us, pushing him down onto the bed as I crawl up him and straddle his hips. Garrick’s eyes darken and widen as I slowly grind back and forth on him, a growl rumbling through him. I can tell it is taking everything in him not to completely take over and flip me onto the bed and take me. I can tell he is curious as to what I will do. I watch some of that control slip as he goes to grab my hips, but I move faster and line us up and slowly sink down to him. Garrick’s head falls back onto the bed. A loud moan echoing around the room.

“F-fucking hell.” Garrick stutters out as I start to move up and down.

His hands grip onto my hips, helping me up and down, his hips meeting my movement, hitting the almost perfect spot every time. Garrick must notice my legs shaking from the effort and flips my back onto the bed as he hooks one of my legs over his shoulder again as he leans forward. It was now my turn for profanities to fall from my lips at the new angle and pace. My pace had been fast, but Garrick’s was harder and faster. My nails dragging down his back, leaving marks yet again. Marks I knew last time had gotten him a few comments. Garrick reaches down with his fingers, and as soon as they meet that sensitive spot I’m done. My back arching off the bed, my eyes shutting as I moan his name. I swear I heard thunder or something similar in the back ground as I finish. As I come down from the high, Garrick picks up his pace again. Not faltering once. The bastard not even close to finishing or being done. He pushes my leg from his shoulder as he scoops me up into his arms and stands, walking over to the desk. He lifts me off him and places me on the ground before spinning me around to face the desk.

”Hands on the desk mo ghrádh.” He tells me as I feel him press against my hips.

I do as he says and lean forward, my hands bracing on the desk as I lean forward. As soon as he’s satisfied I’m comfortable Garrick pushes in slowly. And I know he’s doing it on purpose when I go to lean into it and his firm hands on my hips stop me. As he fully sheaths himself in me, he slowly moves back and forth at a pace that has soft moans escaping my lips. But clearly slowly is not what Garrick has planned, quickly picking up the pace again, forcing me to grip onto the side of the desk to stop me from falling forward. Garrick leans over me, his arms resting on the desk next to me. The new angle having me arching into him as we both moan at the sensation. The desk slams into the wall, and I pray Xaden isn’t in his room or Garrick put up the silencing wards. Seconds later Garrick and I finish almost at the same time, our names falling from each others lips. Garrick lowers himself to rest his elbows on the desk as he catches his breath. He places a soft kiss on my shoulder, before we both freeze at the voice yelling at us from the other side of the wall.

”What did I say about the silencing wards!” Part 21

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[n3vee]

first person Olivia Rodrigo fanfic! I wouldnt say its nsfw but it's little flirty Olivia though😋🤭 its wlw to

Charmed nights

I spotted her from across the room, standing by the bar and chatting with some friends. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her laughter carrying over the noise and drawing me in like a magnet. I couldn’t help but smile. Tonight was going to be fun.

Making my way through the crowd, I finally reached her side. "Hey," I said, my voice smooth as I tapped her shoulder.

She turned, her eyes lighting up when she saw me. "Olivia! I didn't expect to see you here."

I leaned in a little closer, lowering my voice so only she could hear. "Well, I couldn't miss out on the chance to see you, could I?"

She blushed, and it was the cutest thing. "You’re too sweet."

"Only for you," I teased, winking. "Let me buy you a drink."

I signaled the bartender and ordered us both something fancy. As we waited, I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes flickered around the room, a mix of excitement and nerves. It made me want to spoil her even more.

"Actually," I said, taking her hand and gently pulling her towards the VIP section, "I have something better in mind."

We made our way to a private area where a few of my friends were lounging around. The moment we sat down, I motioned for the waiter to bring us a bottle of champagne. "I thought you might enjoy this," I said, handing her a glass.

She looked at me, eyes wide with surprise. "Olivia, this is too much."

I shrugged, leaning back and draping an arm around her shoulders. "Nothing's too much for you. Besides," I added, letting my hand trace patterns on her arm, "I love spoiling you."

We chatted and laughed, the champagne flowing freely. I could tell she was relaxing, her initial shyness melting away. Every so often, I'd catch her looking at me with a mixture of admiration and something more.

"Come here," I said after a while, pulling her onto my lap. She hesitated for a moment but then settled in, fitting perfectly against me.

"Is this okay?" she asked softly, her breath warm against my neck.

"More than okay," I whispered, wrapping my arms around her waist. "I like having you close."

The night went on, and I found myself buying her little gifts—trinkets from the venue's shop, a beautiful bracelet that caught her eye. Each time, she protested, but I just shook my head, enjoying the way her face lit up with each new surprise.

"You don’t have to do this," she said at one point, turning to face me as she played with the bracelet on her wrist.

"I know," I replied, my voice gentle. "But I want to. You deserve to be treated like a queen."

She smiled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my cheek. "Thank you, Olivia."

"For you, anytime," I said, tilting her chin up to meet my gaze. "Now, how about we dance?"

I stood up, pulling her with me. The music was perfect, and we swayed together, lost in our own little world. Holding her close, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection. This felt right, like she belonged in my arms.

As the night drew to a close, I walked her back to her place, our fingers intertwined. "I had an amazing time tonight," she said softly, stopping at her doorstep.

"Me too," I replied, leaning in to brush my lips against hers. "Let’s do this again soon."

She nodded, her smile radiant. "I’d love that."

"Good," I said, pulling her in for a final, lingering kiss. "Because I can’t wait to spoil you some more."

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The next morning, I woke up with a smile on my face, already planning our next outing. I sent her a quick text: "Good morning, beautiful. Free tonight? I have a surprise for you."

She replied almost instantly: "Good morning! That sounds exciting. Can’t wait :)"

I spent the day setting up the perfect date. By evening, I picked her up, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw the luxury car I'd rented for the occasion.

"Wow, Olivia, this is amazing," she said, running her fingers along the sleek exterior.

"Only the best for you," I replied, opening the door for her. "Hop in."

We drove to an upscale restaurant, the kind with candlelit tables and a stunning view of the city skyline. As we walked in, the maître d' greeted us warmly and led us to a private table by the window.

"Olivia, this place is incredible," she whispered, her eyes wide as she took in the elegant decor.

"I'm glad you like it," I said, smiling as I poured us some wine. "I wanted tonight to be special."

We spent the evening talking and laughing, the connection between us growing stronger with each passing moment. After dinner, I took her to a rooftop garden I'd reserved just for us. The view was breathtaking, the city lights twinkling below us.

"This is magical," she said, turning to me with a look of wonder in her eyes.

I took her hand, pulling her close. "Not as magical as you," I said, leaning in to kiss her gently.

She melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around my neck. When we finally pulled back, I couldn’t help but smile at the way she looked at me, her eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"Thank you for tonight," she said softly. "It’s been perfect."

"Anything for you," I replied, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You deserve the world."

As the night went on, we sat on a plush bench, her head resting on my shoulder. I loved having her close, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. It was moments like these that made all the craziness of my life worthwhile.

"Do you do this for all your friends?" she teased, looking up at me with a playful glint in her eyes.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Only for the ones I want to keep around for a long time."

"Well, in that case," she said, snuggling closer, "I think you’re stuck with me."

"Good," I replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Because I wouldn’t have it any other way."

As the evening drew to a close, I drove her home, the car ride filled with comfortable silence. When we reached her place, I walked her to her door, not wanting the night to end.

"Thank you, Olivia," she said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss me. "Tonight was incredible."

"I’m glad you enjoyed it," I said, smiling down at her. "Let’s do it again soon."

"Definitely," she replied, her eyes sparkling. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, beautiful," I said, watching as she slipped inside.

As I walked back to the car, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Spoiling her, seeing her smile, it all made me happier than I could have ever imagined. And I knew that this was just the beginning of something truly special.

[ironboyxs]

Let me take care of you

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Male Reader

Word count: 912

p.s. this was a request from the lovely @megamonstermuffin, I'm sorry it took so long, I'm in a bit of a creative block, but I plan to write a lot next month! in fact, I want to post a list of which fandons I write for, so stay tuned. and always remembering REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

They were tired, but Y/N particularly was exhausted. Being an Avenger was definitely not an easy task, especially when you're not a super soldier with enormous stamina and strength greater than most people.

Y/N knew how to handle himself of course, Doctor Strange didn't take him in as his apprentice just because the boy was kind, he took him in because he was very skilled with magic. But magic can be tiring, and very tiring.

Y/N and James opened the door to their newly rented apartment, they had been living together for a month. And almost two years they were together as a couple.

Him and Bucky together was something no one predicted, not even themselves, but it was one of the best things that could have happened to both of them. Y/N was lonely, he had already learned to fend for himself on the streets of New York for some time when Stephen Strange found him, Bucky was a man out of his time, and the recent “loss” of his best friend, Steve Rogers, it made him feel even more out of place.

The two were people who didn't fit into society very well, but they found the perfect fit in each other.

"Are you okay magic boy?" - Bucky asked as soon as they arrived home.

"You know I hate that nickname" - Y/N said.

"But you're really magical" - Bucky said giving his boyfriend a kiss

Y/N liked that side of Bucky, the side of him that flirted with the boy, that was romantic, flirtatious and playful, Bucky didn't show that side to everyone.

'But seriously, you look very tired, I know today was difficult for all of us." - Bucky said again.

"Well, I may be magical but I don't have the physical resistance of a super soldier, my love."

"Come, I'll draw a bath and make our dinner."

"Bucky, there's no need, I know you're tired too".

Bucky looked seriously at his boyfriend and placed his hands on his face.

"Let me take care of you, please?"

"How can I resist those big blue eyes? Alright, let's go."

Y/N was still getting used to having someone take care of him, he had forgotten what that was like, he spent so much time taking care of himself that sometimes when people offered to help him, he felt like he was bothering them.

Bucky smiled as he looked at his boyfriend, recognizing Y/N's reluctance to accept help. He knew that his boyfriend was used to taking care of himself, but he also wanted to show that he was there to share the burden of the difficulties.

While preparing a relaxing bath, Bucky took out his phone and connected a device to the speaker, his playlist of relaxing music started playing. Soft music began to fill the apartment, creating a serene atmosphere. After a while Bucky called for his boyfriend.

"Y/N, I know it's hard to accept help sometimes, but you're not bothering me. I want to do this for you. Let me take care of you today." - He asked once again with his big, asking blue eyes.

Y/N sighed, feeling the warmth of Bucky's words. He allowed himself to accept that affectionate gesture, something that was still new to him, even after so long of the relationship.

The bath was prepared with scented salts, creating an aromatic cloud that hovered in the air. Bucky helped Y/N undress and gently led him into the hot water. He sat next to his boyfriend, gently massaging his shoulders as the water washed over them.

"Relax, my love. I'll take care of everything tonight" - Bucky said, kissing the back of his boyfriend's head.

There was another thing that Y/N couldn't get used to, in the best way possible. Whenever he felt Bucky's touches it was like he was being transported directly to paradise. His boyfriend's lips were perfect against his skin, and the mixed sensation of a flesh arm and a metal arm was incredible.

Y/N allowed himself to close his eyes, leaning against Bucky's chest. The soft music and gentle touches helped soothe his tired mind and body.

After the shower, Bucky prepared a comforting meal, something simple and delicious that they both loved. They sat at the table, sharing laughter and conversation, enjoying each other's company.

After dinner, Bucky took Y/N in his arms and carried him to the couch. He covered them with a soft blanket as they watched a movie, cuddling and exchanging subtle touches.

As the night came to an end, Y/N snuggled into Bucky's arms, feeling loved and cared for. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips, silently thankful for having someone like Bucky by his side.

That night, Bucky took care of Y/N not just with gestures, but with all the love and affection he could offer, promising to be there for his beloved, no matter the circumstances.

[xoxoavenger]

I Know Places

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

summary: they take their shots, but we're bulletproof (I know places) and you know for me, it's always you

word count: 2579

warnings: some blood, this one kinda got away from me my bad

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"Here's the problem I have with keeping us a secret,"

"I don't want to hear it."

"I wasn't finished." Y/N doesn't let Stiles' dramatics get in the way of her venting, because right now she couldn't be more mad at the fact that they were not public as a couple.

"Y/N, please," She's only going to say things that have been repeated on multiple occasions in the seven months they've been dating, and tonight Stiles doesn't have the energy nor the time to get into it.

"No, Stiles!" He looks over at her as he realizes that she's more fed up with this than usual. He puts his eyes back on the road as he lets her go off even though he's heard it seven times this month. "I can't stick up for you! You get angry when I so much as look at you in front of the pack, much less try and argue. I mean fuck, no one is going to suddenly think we're dating because I voice the problem I have with using you as bait." She hasn't even taken a breath, and while Stiles understands her side of the story he's not wavering his position.

"I'm not saying you can't look at me! But nothing you say is going to make Scott or Lydia agree to change their position."

"And what about you?" She asks, crossing her arms and leaning against the door to see him clearly.

"What about me?" Last time he checked they were talking about her feelings. He chances a glance at her which only makes him feel weirdly guilty about something he's sure he has done but can't actually remember doing.

"Nothing I say can change your position?"

Stiles is a smart man. He gets relatively good grades. He makes countless plans that work, figures out who's trying to fuck with them before even the police can. He can argue and persuade for just about anything. So he knows what Y/N is talking about, and he knows that playing dumb will not help his cause.

"You're mad because I volunteered to be bait." The only reason the two of them are in the Jeep on the way to the woods is because Stiles told everyone that he would gladly draw the new alpha pack to him and run to the check point where the rest of the pack would be waiting. The only problem was the time period before they would make it to the pack, where they would just be to far to help if something happened. They had all been arguing about who it should be when he stepped in, causing Y/N to imagine herself breaking his arm just so he wouldn't.

"I don't know why you have some sort of hero complex," She angrily gets out of the car before he's even parked, leaving him to sigh and slam his own door when he gets out. "But what I'm even more confused about is why you're somehow astonished that your girlfriend would be mad at you throwing yourself into the line of fire." She's freezing as soon as they start walking, but she doesn't say it. In order to draw the alphas, they needed couldn't wear a jacket. In December.

"You didn't have to come with me." He grabs her hand anyway, because they're alone and they don't get to walk holding hands very often.

"Are you even listening to me?" She asks quietly, aware that their pack is intently listening to them, ready to jump in when the alphas arrive. "I'm not mad that I'm here with you, I'm mad you volunteered for sudden death." They make it to the agreed spot, cuddled close together as they shiver.

"You're mad because this plan is the worst." He clarifies, and just like that they're back to normal, clearly understanding each other. They don't need to say it to know that they're both able to forget about the details in the face of death.

"It is," She tells him quietly, smiling wide when he leans his back against a tree and lets her lean against his front. "I mean, having to kiss you, make out even," She isn't able to roll her eyes because Stiles is leaning down, hands coming around her waist as he kisses her.

The amazing plan Stiles came up with is for them to pretend to be lovesick teenagers (because why would a couple of twenty-somethings sneak out to kiss) completely oblivious to the pack roaming the woods. And Y/N wanted to kiss Stiles right then and there when he came up with the plan, which made her even more mad about keeping their relationship a secret. They weren't in high school anymore, and Y/N was sure the pack would be able to handle the knowledge that they were dating, but Stiles was worried, didn't want to step on any toes or break the whole 'no dating pack members' rule that had been established when Malia and Scott broke up.

They kiss for a while, and it keeps them warm for a couple minutes. But soon it's too cold and they're chattering as they kiss, and neither of them even wants to kiss anymore. Just as Y/N's about to tell Stiles that she's not sure she can feel her feet, let alone her hands, they hear it.

They both snap toward the sound of a twig breaking, much closer than they were hoping for. The alphas don't even try to hide, instead flashing three pairs of red eyes through the darkness. It doesn't take anything else for Stiles to begin sprinting, grabbing Y/N's hand and pulling her along.

They run toward where the pack is waiting, desperate to be away from danger and somewhere warm. Y/N's thankful for the adrenaline, which masks pain sparking from her legs as she shakes the cold off and follows Stiles. They're almost to the meeting point when a pair of red eyes makes them veer away.

They hadn't expected that they'd be surrounded.

Stiles doesn't waste a second, pulling Y/N away as if they weren't supposed to be going toward anyone at all. She's freaking out, hoping the pack can hear the change in their footsteps and come meet them. She's lagging behind, the cold burning her lungs in a way that she didn't even think was possible. Her ears are shooting pain into her head as the breeze makes it's way through her body. Her hand is slipping from Stiles' and she's about to give up when she feels pain erupt in her leg, which she previously thought was numb.

She lets out a blood curdling scream as she falls to the ground, Stiles turning to see the sight that haunts his nightmares; Y/N is on the ground, blood pouring out of her leg as she tries to claw herself forward. There's an alpha behind her, a man with a sinister look that tells Stiles the alpha wants to do more than just turn his girlfriend. Before Stiles can even think about how to fight the werewolf that is twice his size, Scott is roaring and tearing at the Alpha's chest, taking him by surprise.

"Run!" He yells at Stiles and Y/N, going back to fighting. Everyone is there within seconds, fighting off the alphas and clearing the path for the couple.

Except Y/N can't run.

She can't stay quiet either, letting out grunts and moans and whimpers with every step. She leans heavily on Stiles, but he's only human. He knows they're surrounded, knows there's not many options for them. It's do or die, and he is not letting his girlfriend die because he just had to be the bait.

He pulls her into a thick patch of bushes, out of sight. They crouch, which becomes sitting and Y/N extends her leg to fully see the bite wound she now has. He knows this isn't enough however, and he squeezes his eyes shut at the thought of what he has to do next.

"They will smell your blood," He whispers to her, maneuvering them to be able to hold her, her back against his chest. Her hands go up to his arm and squeeze, as if he wasn't already feeling guilty enough for what he has to do. He only thinks this quickly because of his recurring nightmare of this exact scenario. He's tried many different ways to hide, and through it all this was the only way they weren't found. "I'm so sorry," He puts a hand over her mouth and pulls her into his chest, his other hand grabbing the moist dirt and pushing it against her wound. She screams at the contact, muffled by his hand that she is clawing at. He grabs more dirt, a tear falling down his face as he presses it harder against her leg.

They will still be able to smell the blood, if they're close and really looking, but they won't be able to track it from afar. All he can do is hope that his pack can take care of it so he can get Y/N to Melissa.

"Stiles," She whimpers, trying not to cry as he moves his hand from her mouth. "Oh God, I'm bit, Stiles!" Her voice was getting high with panic, so Stiles grabs her and holds her as close as he can.

"You're going to be okay, it'll be okay." He doesn't believe his own words, but he needs Y/N to believe them. He needs her to stay strong, because he doesn't know what he'll do if her body rejects the bite.

It feels like they're sitting there for hours, Y/N's grip slowly slackening. Stiles tries not to read too much into it, but the dirt he had put on her leg is wet and dark with blood. He can't put more on, knows that by now there's too much blood to be able to dampen and the only thing it'll do now is introduce infection. He can still hear distant roars, and he hopes someone realizes they never left.

"Stiles!" It's Scott, running quickly. He's able to find them in no time, confirming Stiles' thoughts. He's just glad an enemy didn't find them first.

"She's bit," Stiles tells his best friend, who is currently taking in their position. Y/N's head is lolling, sweat pouring out as her body is fighting to stop the bleeding. This bite was deep, deeper than Scott's or Liam's, and it instantly worries Scott.

"We'll get her out," He assures his best friend, realizing that there's a large possibility that Y/N and Stiles are more than friends. He's surprised they were able to hide it for so long, surprised he never picked up on it.

"I had to put dirt on it. I didn't know where they were, or what was going to happen." Stiles is rambling while Scott helps them stand. "I don't even know if it helped but I couldn't just sit here and let them find us." Y/N is groaning and crying out and finally Scott just picks her up, knowing he has to move.

"You did what you could, Stiles." He tells his best friend, the two of them rushing to get back to the Jeep.

"Stiles," Y/N pants, jostling in Scott's arms as they reach the Jeep.

"It'll be fine." It's the only words Stiles knows, apparently. It's all he can think, because he doesn't even want to imagine any other possibility. He lets Scott put Y/N in the back seat and then climbs in after her, which surprises Scott. He's rarely ever been allowed for drive the jeep, and he realizes now that Y/N and Stiles might be closer than he originally thought. The theory that Stiles has been keeping his girlfriend a secret from his best friend makes him upset, but he knows this isn't as important as keeping Y/N alive.

"Here," He's taking off his sweater and handing it to Stiles to hold to her leg. They both know that they're pushing the dirt in and risking infection, but it's worth it to keep her from bleeding out.

"Y/N," Stiles mutters as he pushes her hair back, trying not to notice how pale she's become. "Hey, baby," He smiles when she opens her eyes.

"I'm bit," She tells him once more, her voice scratchy. She takes shaking breathes, eyes locked on her leg. "Oh my God," She's shaking, the fear in her eyes causing Stiles' heart to jump.

"It'll be okay, I promise. I'm right here." He looks down and sees the blood soaking through Scott's jacket, which makes him uneasy.

"I didn't want this," She cries, causing Scott to squeeze eyes shut.

"I know, I know," Stiles pushes some of her hair off her forehead.

When they get to the hospital, Melissa is waiting outside. She's clearly nervous as Scott gets her out, looking around as they get Y/N on a gurney and rush her in, trying not to be seen by others.

"What happened?" Melissa asks, getting Y/N hooked up to machines. When Stiles pulls the jacket away, she gasps.

"I was bit," Y/N's a little out of it, which worries Stiles. Her blinks are slow.

"Why isn't she healing?" Melissa grabs things she needs to clean and suture the wound.

"We don't know." Stiles answers, gagging as Melissa begins cleaning the blood away.

"We need to get this wound closed, because I can do a lot of things for you guys but I cannot steal blood." She takes a deep breath as she looks at her tools. "I can't steal any drugs to numb your pain either." She's very positive Y/N will pass out before she gets too far into it anyway. 

"I can help." Scott puts a hand on Y/N's leg. Melissa nods before beginning her stitches. Y/N doesn't even have the chance to feel the pain because Scott is already taking it, veins darkening as he breathes deeply to not show how much it hurts. Y/N wishes she could thank him, but everything is heavy. 

"Her eyes are closing." Stiles is freaking out only slightly. He moves closer to her head, trying not to look at the mess that was her leg.

"Try to keep her awake." Melissa instructs. It's the last thing Y/N hears before she gives herself up to the darkness.

~

"Why didn't you tell us?" Y/N hears Malia ask through some fog.

"We were worried you guys would get all weird." Stiles answers.

"What does that even mean?" Lydia asks, and Y/N tries to force her eyes open. She can't quite do it.

"You guys always get strange when two people in the pack start dating! And no offense, but it was so awkward when Malia and Scott broke up. We didn't want to go through that again." She's finally able to open her eyes.

"For the record," She starts, voice scratchy with misuse. "Our last argument was about the fact that I didn't want to hide it." She starts coughing, and everyone is at her side, asking a million questions. She doesn't pay attention to anyone else, only watching her boyfriend's face as he realizes that she's awake and okay. 

"Oh my God." Stiles is holding her close, tears in her eyes that make her emotional.

"I'm okay," She whispers, still weak but squeezing Stiles with all her might. "I'd never leave you." It breaks the dam and Stiles begins crying into her, knee up on the bed to steady himself.

"I'd never let you." 

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[megalony]

Hypnotic

This is another Dalton Lambert imagine that I hope you will all like. Any requests for him would be great.

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Summary: Dalton and (Y/n)'s friendship merges into something more and he finds that she can astral project as well, making their art class a bit tricky.

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Tiredness burned in the corners of Dalton's eyes and swam around in his mind like a thick fog he couldn't lift. It made his head feel heavy and every now and then, his chin would drop forward when he wasn't concentrating enough. His body was desperate for sleep, crying out for him to relax and lay down even just for an hour.

But his mind was too terrified to succumb to fatigue.

He didn't know what time it was, some time past midnight, he was fairly certain of that because he knew when midnight struck, (Y/n) had started to waver. She didn't want to go to sleep and leave Dalton awake but she looked as tired as he felt and he told her it was okay, he would sleep eventually. And he would; soon.

He had stopped painting his art project a few hours ago, he knew if he pushed himself to continue when he was overly tired, his work would be poor. So Dalton switched the canvas for a sketch pad and started to doodle from memory.

As a headache began to form behind his eyes, Dalton set the sketchbook down next to him on the bed and leaned back against the wall. Sat at this angle with his legs hanging over the side of the bed and his head tipped back into the art wall, he had a perfect view of (Y/n). His temporary roommate for tonight.

She wasn't strictly supposed to be here, this wasn't her room. Her room was in fact up on the next floor, but no one needed to know that tonight.

The pair of them had crashed in Dalton's room to keep each other company while they added to their coursework. They shared the same art class and she was the one person in class that Dalton had become close to. And while Dalton had the room to himself, he said (Y/n) could stay whenever she wanted which so happened to be tonight.

Dalton liked how calm and still (Y/n) was right now, even if she was laid at an odd angle. The few times he had shared a room with his brother Foster, he noticed his brother fidgeted a lot in his sleep and their mother was the same. Dalton on the other hand seemed to switch between tossing and turning and then going deathly still, mostly when he started to wander and project during the night.

Right now, (Y/n) was laid on her front with one leg hanging off the edge of the bed, the other leg slightly elevated up against the wall and her arms tucked under her pillow. He knew it hadn't taken her too long to fall asleep, she fidgeted for about twenty minutes then all of a sudden, she became motionless and he knew she was out for the count.

If Dalton had any energy or fire inside of him, he would have started a new sketch, totally focused on (Y/n)'s soft, relaxed features. The slight curve of her nose, her long lashes, her plump lips, there were so many features he would love to draw over and over again until he got them just right. Soon, maybe he would but tonight he didn't have the energy.

Watching her like this made him wonder what exactly they were to one another.

Were they together? Were they just close friends who seemed to share an invisible bond? Did (Y/n) think of him like he thought of her? Did her body go haywire with adrenaline whenever he was around?

Dalton had never really been close to anyone before. The coma had changed him, it scattered his mind and dislocated him from the rest of the world, even from his family. Connections were never made with other people and he only felt like himself, the purest form of himself, when he was engrossed in art.

(Y/n) made him feel different.

When she talked to him, she made the world vanish and nothing else was important except the words falling from her lips. When her arm brushed against his, Dalton felt electricity like never before. And more recently, (Y/n) had started to hold his hand. It seemed innocent enough, but to Dalton it was different. She would grab his hand seemingly out of nowhere and that was it, he was lost completely, his legs turned to mush, his stomach did summersaults and his brain malfunctioned. When she held his hand, they connected into one.

She had even started leaning into him, a lot. When they stood in the dining hall and queued with Chris for lunch, (Y/n) would tilt backwards until she was leaning up on Dalton and he could feel each breath she took vibrating through into his chest. When they walked from class to the campus dorms, (Y/n) would scuttle under his arm and tuck into his side and if Dalton wrapped his arm around her waist, she always smiled up at him.

Surely what they had was something more than friendship, this connection wasn't like anything he'd ever had with anyone before and (Y/n) only did these things with him. If that wasn't proof he didn't know what was.

Dalton didn't know how long he had lost himself in his tired, overworked thoughts. The room was illuminated with a pastel green light that always made him think of The Great Gatsby but it was still dark enough for Dalton to stare at (Y/n) and find his mind thinking and wandering off into fantasies and imagination.

Just when he thought he might be able to settle into a slumber, his attention got caught on (Y/n) again.

She moved.

Dalton wasn't exactly sure which part of (Y/n) moved, maybe it was her head, perhaps it was just a twitch in her shoulder. The movement was so subtle that he didn't really see it, he just knew it.

Something about that little twitch made his eyes narrow and he found himself moving from the bed to cross the small distance over to (Y/n)'s bed.

He didn't reach the bed before she moved again, and this time, he saw it. Her whole body jolted down into the mattress like she had been falling and crash landed back down on the bed. Her face smothered into the pillow before snapping back up, gasping for air and he was sure one arm hit into the wall as her leg that was hanging off the bed bashed down into the floor.

With a startled cry, (Y/n) pushed up onto her knees and knelt up on the bed as quick as a bullet. Her hair was a little askew but the way her lips parted and her chest heaved made Dalton falter.

Surely not? No, (Y/n) couldn't have been wandering in The Further; could she?

Dalton had never met anyone else, other than his dad, who astral project like him. But he recognised that feeling of falling, of jumping back into your own body right at the last second and coming back to a world of colour and life, away from the grasp and stench of death. Maybe their connection was deeper than he originally thought.

"Bad dream?"

Dalton gingerly sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands outstretched in front of him but he didn't dare reach out for her. He didn't know if she wanted his touch. If (Y/n) had been projecting in her sleep, Dalton didn't know what she had seen and if it would make her too shocked or uncomfortable for human touch.

His worries seemed to be for nothing when (Y/n)'s hands latched around his bicep and she pressed her cheek into his shoulder.

"Yeah, something like that," (Y/n) tried to control the shaking in her body but it came out in her voice instead.

Her nose brushed against Dalton's thin grey shirt and she inhaled his scent, hoping it would do some good in calming her down but her heart catapulted into her ribs when she felt a kiss being pressed into the top of her head. The small touch sent her heart reeling and (Y/n) couldn't help but burrow further into Dalton's side.

Something about him just felt like home. It felt safe to be next to him and when she wrapped herself around him, everything else faded away.

The world changed at night and (Y/n) didn't like it. She didn't like the way it turned from colour to grey or the creatures that came out of the shadows or the sounds they made when they realised a living soul was in their world of death. (Y/n) couldn't help when or where she wandered, she didn't want to leave her body behind and drift into the unknown but it was happening more and more and it was frightening.

Dalton made her feel safe. Sometimes when (Y/n) was in her room in the early hours of the morning and she was afraid she would wander, she thought of Dalton. His image in her mind grounded her and stopped her from going where she dreaded to be.

"You should try and sleep, we have class in the morning." He didn't want to ask. Asking something personal like this meant that if he was wrong, he would open up a can of torment that he didn't want to burden (Y/n) with. Dalton would have to keep an eye on her and try and assess whether she was astral projecting or not.

"You need to sleep too." (Y/n) could last with a few more sleepless hours but she knew from one look that Dalton was draining his last reserves. He needed sleep more than she did. A selfish part of (Y/n) thought that if she stayed in his room tonight, he might sleep better knowing she was there with him. She would protect him from the nightmares if he grounded her from her wandering.

She felt Dalton kissing her head again and it made a fuzzy warmth spread right down to her toes. But when he was about to stand up, (Y/n) tightened her hands on his arms.

Her big doe eyes stared up at him and just one look made Dalton quiver and stay seated next to her.

"Can… can you stay, here, with me?" Her eyes went wide and round and looked between Dalton and the bed to show she meant for him to stay in her bed. "I don't want to w- dream, not tonight."

Embarrassment flushed her cheeks and made her break eye contact until she felt his fingers spreading across her thigh and giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Sure," His voice was soft and understanding and sent (Y/n) into another fuzzy frenzy that tingled throughout her blood.

(Y/n) unravelled her hands from Dalton's arm long enough for him to shed his shirt like a second skin and she looked down at her hands while he stood and shimmied from his jeans. Leaving him clad in his boxers.

Shuffling back, (Y/n) laid on her side and scooted her back up against the wall to make enough room for Dalton to lay next to her on the small, single bed.

They had never laid this close before.

He laid down on his side so their chests were touching and (Y/n) was sure her heartbeat was pounding through his skin from the closeness. She had never laid this close to anyone significant before, it was unnerving, thrilling and bewildering all at once.

Closing her eyes as tightly as she could, (Y/n) held her breath deep in her lungs to try and steady her heartbeat when she shuffled closer until there was no gap between them. Her head nuzzled into the small curve between his neck and shoulder and when Dalton didn't object, (Y/n) looped her arm over his waist to glue herself to him.

When he felt her leg trying to press between his, Dalton curved his arm beneath (Y/n)'s side so his hand was splayed out on her back and he slowly rolled over onto his back. It seemed a perfect fit because (Y/n) curled up on top of his chest like a baby bird burrowing down into its nest.

He was sure he could feel her kissing his neck, it was so slow that she could have been breathing steadily into his skin, but it felt more like a sensual, peppered kiss. He hoped it was a kiss.

"Goodnight," If she did go wandering in the night, Dalton would follow. He would keep her safe.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I wish we didn't have such an early class," Even as she spoke, (Y/n) could feel her eyelids drooping and the urgent, desperate desire to go back to bed was clawing at the back of her mind and overtaking her body.

She had slept better last night than she had in weeks, probably since she first came here if she was being honest.

Waking up wrapped around Dalton was a tiny bit embarrassing and would have felt a lot worse if he hadn't of been asleep too when his alarm went off. (Y/n) would hate to have woken up with him wide awake beneath her, feeling like he couldn't move because all night she had pinned him down to the bed and slept practically on top of him.

Last night had definitely changed things.

(Y/n) had never felt so safe and calm both when she was sleeping and when she woke up, and that was all down to Dalton. She felt so elated when she woke that she kissed him before she could control herself or think better of it. She had been yearning to kiss him from the first time he spoke to her after class and this morning gave her the best opportunity to do so.

Now, as they approached their class, Dalton's arm was glued around her hips, his fingers hovering just beneath the waistband of her jeans and her arm was around his back, her hand beneath his shirt.

It felt right, it felt natural.

"At least we both only have two classes today," Dalton tipped his head down and pressed his lips to the back of (Y/n)'s head, breathing in her signature shampoo before he slowly unravelled his arm from her waist.

Their easels in class were close, there was one person stood between them so Dalton was close enough to be able to keep an eye on (Y/n).

All he had to do was look to the left and he could make sure she was alright because he was certain she had astral projected last night.

He could see the similarities between them now. He could picture the tiredness hiding on her face and the unease pooling in her eyes. He could see her concentration wavering and the way she searched for things she thought she saw out the corner of her eye.

They parted and sat at their respective easels, watching Ms Armagan begin the class.

Dalton felt relieved to start a new project today, as much as he liked going back to the same picture to add more detail and perfect his work, it felt good to begin something new. Start from scratch and see what he could conjure up this time.

Something within him was already imagining a design with colours when his usual work was black and white with the occasional spludge of red. He wanted blue today. Blue and a very light shade of lilac, maybe he even wanted to work with some pastels and blend the colours together until it looked like a petal in a puddle.

Darkness wasn't clawing at the back of his mind today and he didn't want to express his work in the shadows.

He almost smiled when Ms Armagan fluttered her hands at them, shooing them off to go and retrieve whatever supplies they wanted. Dalton headed straight for the second drawer and got out some chalk of varying colours and a small razor, he could blend some shavings with water for added detail later.

He also noticed (Y/n) going for oil paint which wasn't her preferred method, she had a thing for watercolour.

About three quarters of the way through class, most of Armagan's words went in one ear and out the other for Dalton. He heard a few words, creativity, signature style and whatnot but he was too immersed in circles overlapping and blending together.

His attention did falter for a moment though, when she set up a metronome on a setting of two seconds between beats. It was slow today, recently it had been fast to get their adrenaline going and fuel them to spurr on.

Dalton didn't like slow ticking, it was a recipe for projecting and he couldn't slip in class, not again.

Shaking her head, (Y/n) tried to fight the headache away that was coming from lack of sleep, it was the kind of headache she was used to recently. Her concentration had to be on her work, this project Ms Armagan wanted them to complete today and they didn't have long left before class finished.

It had taken (Y/n) a while to realise what she was painting was in fact, an iris. A more close up, detailed image of the eye and the paint was adding a lot of layers and flakes and signature lines.

But the ticking in the background was becoming hypnotic to the point all (Y/n) could think about was going to sleep.

Why did she and Dalton agree to get up this morning? Why weren't they still in bed like half the other students in the dorms? What if she went to sleep right now-

Blood was all (Y/n) could see. It was dripping from her fingers in time with the ticking metronome. It was slathered up her arms and smearing beneath her eyes. Her canvas was nothing but a square sheet of blood, bubbling and spluttering like an open wound in front of her.

Then the hand reached out; long, slender and quite possibly broken fingers curled and stretched out towards her. Trying to scratch her, hurt her, pull her into the redness. The arm that stretched out from the canvas was long, but it wasn't covered in blood, it was a mix between grey and black just like the world around her. Everything had been stripped of every shade of colour, except for crimson.

It grabbed her wrist, she could feel the broken, splintered nails digging into her wrist and cutting through her previously untainted skin.

She didn't want to go disappear. (Y/n) didn't want to be dragged wherever it was trying to take her. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to be back in class. With Dalton.

Dalton heard the shriek; even in his trance-like state, that familiar voice cut through his mental barrier and brought him back into reality. His hand hovered shaking over his canvas and his eyes did a frantic scan around the room before they landed on the source of the scream; (Y/n).

Her whole body was shaking but she had one arm stretched out towards the canvas. If she hadn't of screamed, Dalton would have thought she was simply pondering on where to add a splash of paint to her creation.

Something changed, he didn't know what it was but he could feel the tension from where he was and the atmosphere shifted around him. A cold breeze rattled through his bones before a wave of warmth hit him like he had just come back from the Further, back to reality. He wasn't sure what (Y/n) did, whether she let go of her paintbrush, threw it or tried to hit her canvas.

Whatever she did, she knocked the canvas from the easel and lost her footing at the same time.

Her body crashed into the wooden easel and they both fell to the floor with a loud bang that echoed throughout the room. Dalton watched her head collide into the wood, rebound off and then flop down on the floor.

In a split second, Dalton dropped everything in his hands and stumbled around his easel into the middle of the circle formed by their work stations.

He went down on his knees along with Ms Armagan and shuffled closer to (Y/n). As gently and carefully as he could, Dalton slipped his hands beneath (Y/n)'s chest the other around her back and inched her closer to him so she wasn't laying on the easel anymore. Relief shot through him when she whimpered, it showed she was awake at least.

"It's me, it's only me. You're alright."

When Dalton's voice registered in (Y/n)'s ears she could have cried and a frail noise murmured past her lips. Her hands trembled when she patted them against the floor until she finally felt Dalton's knees next to her and dug her nails into his jeans to ground herself. Using his knees as leverage, (Y/n) pulled herself closer until she could curl her knees up to her stomach beneath her and bury her head in Dalton's legs.

Immediately, (Y/n) felt Dalton curve around her like a protective blanket shielding her from all angles so no prying eyes could catch a glimpse of her. His arms enveloped around her sides and he leaned over her and kissed the base of her head.

He could feel her panting into his jeans, her hot breath was sinking through to his skin, not that he minded at all.

After a minute of complete silence from everyone, including the metronome that had been stopped, Dalton felt (Y/n) slowly start to breathe properly and calm down beneath him. He leaned up straight but kept his hands firmly on (Y/n)'s hips, helping her straighten up.

Paint was smeared onto her hands and up her arms and there was a splotch on her cheek near the corner of her lips. He could see a bump forming on her forehead which would leave a nasty mark for a few days and would surely cause a headache soon.

(Y/n) gripped Dalton's shoulders before she dropped her head down onto his chest.

"Dalton, why don't you help (Y/n) get cleaned up and checked over? You can stop by for your things later." Ms Armagan patted his shoulder, her eyes doing a once-over of (Y/n) to clarify that she was truly okay and mostly unscathed before she got to her feet and faced the rest of the students. "Alright, class dismissed." There was only ten minutes or so of class left, they may as well pack up and get a head start on their next class now.

"Ready, up we go."

(Y/n) kept her eyes closed but let Dalton take her weight when he stood up and carefully pulled her up with him. She could feel her legs shaking beneath her and her temple was throbbing like she had been hit with a baseball bat, but she was okay.

Her fingers dug so far into Dalton's shirt that she was sure she had started a small hole in the fabric but she didn't care. She buried her nose in his shirt, breathing in his cologne and aftershave while he curved his arms around her waist and guided her out of the room.

She wasn't sure where he was taking her until, after a moment, he opened the door to the disabled bathroom and guided her inside.

He needed to make sure she was okay and get rid of the paint before it stained her skin and stayed there for a week. He couldn't take (Y/n) into the boys bathroom and he wasn't walking into the girls bathroom either when people might see him or overhear their conversation. This room was spacious, private and empty.

"Let me look at you,"

(Y/n) could have melted when he took her face in his hands and smoothed his thumbs over her cheek. The concentration was clear on his face and his tongue poked out against his bottom lip before a gentle smile formed on his face.

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm, I think so," She wasn't truly sure. The shaking in her system was slowly subsiding but the adrenaline was amplifying thousands when Dalton cupped her thighs and effortlessly lifted her up to sit on the sink.

"Want to tell me what happened?" Something about his voice made (Y/n) think he already knew. He looked the perfect mix between calm and colossal as he stood between her spread legs with a damp paper towel in his hand. He slowly started to wipe the oil from her cheek, taking his time to brush the corner of her lips as he did so.

"The metronome… the rhythm made me tired, must have drifted for a minute or so. Scared myself back to reality I guess."

Reaching up, (Y/n) gently cupped Dalton's wrist, not stopping his movements but holding on as he continued them. He cleaned the paint from her face and took the time to kiss her bruised temple before he held her hand and started to clean the blue and black stripes of paint from her arms.

"So you didn't, I don't know, project into the Further?" He was taking a leap of faith.

This conversation could go a whole different way and set Dalton up for a failure, but he had to know. He had to know if (Y/n) was experiencing what he had gone through only a few weeks ago. He couldn't help her or keep her safe if he didn't know what was happening and Dalton wouldn't stand for anything happening to (Y/n). He couldn't have anything happen to her.

Her blown pupils and parted lips told Dalton the answer.

"You've been there too?"

"I never mean to, it's why I don't sleep, and why I have the nightlight."

Dalton dropped the paper towel into the sink when (Y/n) leaned onto the edge of the sink and wrapped herself around him. She tucked her face into his neck but her arms deadlocked around his chest like she was afraid he was some kind of mirage, about to disappear before her.

She knew there was a reason she felt so connected to him.

"Come on, we're going back to the dorm." He helped (Y/n) slide down to her feet and his hands cupped her hips, giving a gentle squeeze when she smiled up at him curiously.

"But we have another class?"

What was he talking about? They both had a different class coming up, then lunch, then they usually met Chris afterwards and spent their free afternoon with her. They couldn't just swan back to the dorms now, the day wasn't over, it was only just beginning.

Dalton could see the questions rolling around in (Y/n)'s head but he silenced them with a kiss. One with more passion and more confidence than this morning. A kiss that has his teeth nipping on her bottom lip and his tongue swiping into her mouth, taking control of every one of her senses.

"You need sleep, and I need to look after you."

[stabbyfoxandrew]

Could we get some Vampdrew :)

WIP Wednesday (9/18) | Vampire Andrew AU (Part 178)

Neil had allowed himself to be dragged into the girls' dorm mainly as a means to get away from Kevin and Andrew. Well, mostly Andrew if he's honest. The man's mere presence was enough to get Matt to back off and Neil isn't sure what to think about that. He is sure that he'd like to slink off to his own dorm to lick his wounds in private. But Dan is pushing a glass of tea into his hands before he can think to excuse himself. And when Renee notices his skinned knee, she forces an antiseptic wipe on him. Even gives him a cute little pink bandage to stick over it.

So Neil stays and tries his best to make conversation, out of obligation. Matt was the one who ripped Kevin off him after all. Neil swallows and raises a hand to feel his neck. He's not sure if it'll bruise. He hopes not. He's got enough going on, he doesn't need anyone giving him strange looks about bruises. And it's far too hot outside to wear a turtleneck or a scarf, not that he has either of those things in the first place. Neil accidentally tunes out whatever is being said and thinks he hears something in the hallway.

"Hey Neil," Matt says, his tone indicating he's said it more than once.

Neil blinks. "Yeah?"

"Are you seriously okay with getting in their car?"

"It'll be fine."

"You sure, man? Don't want you to get sacrificed to Satan on the way to the court."

"They're not that bad," Renee tsks. "They're just... misguided. Besides, it sounded like Neil started it."

Neil looks down at the ground again. He's not about to break the news about the district change to the rest of the Foxes. What would Wymack say during their team meeting tonight?

"Maybe I'm a little misguided too." Neil admits, making everyone laugh.

"We all are. It's why we're here."

"Misguided, yeah. But I didn't think you were so stupid." Matt says. Neil looks up at him, offended, and Matt raises his hands. "I told you to stay away from them. And what did you do? You went to their dorm to pick a fight with their princess."

"...Princess?"

"Kevin." Dan says as if it's obvious. "They're all weird about him. You have to have noticed."

"They're weird in general." Neil says. Though, now that he thinks about it they're right. Andrew's glued to Kevin's side most of the time. But when he's not, Aaron and Nicky are. Sometimes they randomly put themselves between Andrew and Kevin. Neil's noticed that on the court a lot. He chalked it up to them being backliners, but... they also do it in the locker room and in the parking lot. And... They are really weird about Kevin, Neil decides. But... then again, so he is. In a different way. His binder's proof of that.

Wait. His binder. Neil's heart drops through his stomach and then through the floor. He was so pissed off at the intrusion, he didn't even think to check his stash. If Andrew rummaged through his clothes, he definitely flipped through Neil's binder. Right? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Neil swallows and tries to stave off a panic attack. He has to go check. He has to go check. Right now. Neil stands abruptly, drawing three sets of eyes.

"You good?"

"Yeah, I just... Have to use the bathroom," Neil lies as he starts for the door.

"You can use ours," Dan offers.

"Uh, that's. No thanks." Neil says awkwardly. "I'll be right back."

As he steps into the hallway, the door to Andrew's dorm is closing. Neil stares at it for a moment, expecting the little bastard to come bursting out of it with a chainsaw or something. But he doesn't. So Neil continues into his own dorm.

After checking his binder, Neil is relieved to find nothing out of place. He lets out a breath he's been holding for half his life and crams the entire binder into his brand new safe. Then he goes back to the girls' dorm as promised.

[merakiui]

Hello!!! I've been following you for a while, but this is my first ask >.< but I saw your friends with benefits dialog post and couldn't help thinking of reader being in a fwb situation with any of the octotrio (I personally like to think jade) with the dialog from reader being "i didn't know who else to call. you're all i've got right now." I like to think the octotrio are very protective, especially if they have developed feelings for the reader. Like, imagine that there is some dude that just won't leave reader alone and they don't feel safe. Just the thought of them taking us in and taking care of our "problem" has me orz

o o o o oo oooo overprotective Jade........ this is such a good thought, anon!!

(fwb dialogues)

When you see him, it's like the snow has melted away and flowers have sprung from cold, cracked earth. Jade Leech is, by all accounts, the last person you'd ever want to see after your inadvisable run-ins with him, but he's reliable. A little too reliable, admittedly. He looks like he rushed to get here, his coat buttoned haphazardly and his hat placed crookedly on his head. It's hard to believe the always-patient, ever-so-perfect Jade could forget to uphold that façade after your brief phone call.

For a short while, the both of you stare at the other. A frigid breeze blows between you, and you push past the few passersby on the pathway to reach him. He's in the process of saying something, but it's your arms thrown around him that abruptly cut him off. Relieved tears gather in your eyes, and you hold on tightly.

"I... I didn't know who else to call. You're all I've got right now," you whisper into his wool coat. "Sorry. I know you're busy."

Jade's arms close around you in reciprocation. "I'll always make time for you."

You're not used to this treatment. Neither is he. You've only ever known surface-level physicality. Emotions have always been shelved in favor of indulging in fleeting, present-day pleasures. You never go any deeper than you must.

Tonight's different.

Still reeling, nerves frazzled, you relay the story in a shaky mumbling. "I went to dinner with a classmate and we were only going to talk about the semester project, but then he started... It just got weird and I hid in the bathroom, and I had no idea what to do. Without thinking I called you and you answered and... And—"

Jade rubs soothing circles into your back. His touch is soothing, grounding you in the moment. It smooths out all of the icky feelings you'd previously been at war with, replacing every frightened imagining with something bright and beautiful.

"There's no need to push yourself. I understand the story well enough."

"Thanks..." You sniffle and slowly draw away, patting his coat for good measure. "For coming, I mean. I really didn't think you would."

Jade frowns. "I wouldn't ignore you in your time of need."

"Yes, you would—" You stop yourself. He's never once left a message on read. He always returns missed phone calls. And now, holding you in his arms, he's come to your aid.

Despite everything—all of the pointless promises for something with no strings attached—he cares. He always has and he always will.

"Ah. Um. Then I guess I owe you one."

Jade's mismatched eyes flick from you to the restaurant and then back. An emotion you can't quite decipher passes over his face, and he seems to be assessing something in silence. Eventually, his expression clears and he offers you a cordial smile.

"I assume you haven't eaten yet?"

"Are you kidding? Of course not! I can't go back in there and eat with that creep!"

His smile widens, and for once you trust that more than you've ever trusted anything before.

"Well, if you aren't opposed to it, we could get dinner at one of my favorite places. It's not too far from here. My treat."

You stare at him, shocked. This is new. You've never gone to dinner with him before. "Wait, really? You're serious?"

"There's no punchline to my words. So, yes, I'm quite serious."

"And you're not just asking because you want sex?"

Jade's lips drop into a disappointed moue. It's an expression you've yet to see on him. "Your lack of faith in me is woefully astounding. Must I wear a collar for you to recognize my loyalty?"

You roll your eyes, shoving him playfully. "Yeah, yeah. I get it. You're being honest." Heaving an exhausted breath, you slide out of his arms. "Okay, fine. Dinner sounds good."

He perks up, visibly pleased. "In that case, please wait here. There's one minor issue I must see to and then we can be off."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"To say hello to your classmate." His smile is no longer the soft, sweet thing it once was. Now it's razored with malice, and it fills his eyes with a scheming sort of darkness. "I won't be long."

"Right..."

Amidst the wintry air and the confusion, you feel strangely fuzzy inside. You're sure it's just a side effect of encroaching hypothermia. Definitely nothing else.

Mysteriously, your classmate drops out of the course and you're left to finish the project on your own. But perhaps that was for the best. When asked what he said, Jade feigns innocence and speaks in convenient embellishments. Best not to press the matter any further.