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itsphoenix0724 · 5 months

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Hold Me Gently (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: Azriel knew exactly what he signed up for when he became the court's spymaster, but sometimes everything gets too much for him to handle.

Warnings: Smut, angsty, negative thoughts about oneself, some dark stuff mentally

Word count: 1.6k

Bonus Chapter!

A/N: Hi loves! I'm excited to put this out for you guys I've been working on it for kind of a hot minute. Please read the tags carefully. I hope you all enjoy it, and as always constructive criticism is welcome. Plus I've got a special surprise coming in December that I may announce later this week so keep a look out. <3

Azriel swore sometimes he could still hear the screams that echoed off the stone walls of the Hewn City rattle around in his brain for days. Rhys had been clear this time.

Get the information through whatever means necessary, no matter what.

So that’s exactly what he had done, and it had taken hours. He sent Rhys a message with the information and winnowed directly into your bedroom. He knew you were downstairs in the kitchen because he had sent his shadows earlier to watch you, but he couldn’t bear to have you look at him right now. To have you look at him like he was the most amazing thing in the universe when you had no idea what horrors he committed just an hour earlier. Azriel hides his shame from the portrait of his mating ceremony, turning away from even your painted adoration. He is not the smiling male in that picture. He is not the male who deserves to put his blood-stained hands around your waist. He doesn’t deserve any of it. Not your kindness, not your comfort, not your kiss, or your smile. Not when he spent half the day ripping a man apart.

Maybe that male had a mate waiting at home too.

He sneaks carefully into the bathroom, turning the bathtub's faucet to boiling and letting the tub fill. Az peels off his leathers layer by layer, and they hit the clean white tile with a sickeningly wet sound, none of the blood is his. As he watches the red slowly seep onto the floor he knows that the tile’s just another thing he’s ruined.

He wishes he could peel his skin off as well.

Azriel sinks slowly into the tub, letting the sting of the hot water work every muscle. He wanted to erase everything, to let the water cleanse away his disgusting actions. His shadows send a whisper of you humming quietly from the kitchen and he almost bursts into tears. How had the cauldron given him someone someone so gentle? How did you wake up in their bed every day and not know you slept next to a monster? Az sinks under the surface, unable to bear the rushing in his head, and doesn’t come back up until his lungs are screaming for air.

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You knew something was wrong when your mate didn’t immediately come to see you after returning from his mission. You had heard the faucet start to run while chopping vegetables for dinner, and you assumed Az was quickly rinsing off before he joined you. After half an hour had passed you started to become concerned. You knew your mate, and even though he never told you specifics, he sometimes needed time after his return from the Hewn City. You silently creep up the stairs of your home, avoiding all the creaking floorboards that might tip Azriel off. You swing open the bedroom door, but he is nowhere to be found the only evidence of him is a trail of blood that sends your heart into overdrive. You follow it to your bathroom door, now more worried about his safety than anything. The bond beating in your chest is dark, and it has been since Az left your bed this morning. Throwing open the door you’re met with a wall of crushing darkness. You fight through the swirling blackness, trying to call Azriel’s name, but you can’t see two feet in front of you. A rouge shadow comes to circle your wrist dragging you to your mate’s hunched form in the bathtub, base instinct takes over as you climb into the water hissing as the burning water scalds your thighs. “Azriel,” You call his name, taking his head in your hands. His hazel eyes seem unfocused like he’s looking through you than at you. “Az,” you rush out again. “Are you bleeding? Are you hurt?” You tilt his head this way and that way before scanning the rest of his body. You shake him at the shoulders trying to get him to see you. Finally, as if Az just realized you were there, he looks at you.

“The blood isn’t mine.” is all he says before his head thumps back against the porcelain as if it’s too heavy to hold on his own. Your shoulders sag in relief. “You shouldn’t be in here. Go back downstairs I’ll be there in a minute.” He runs the wet silk of your nightgown in between his fingers. You have no intention of leaving this bathtub until you figure out what's wrong with your mate.

“What’s happened?” You push running your fingers through the threads of his inky black hair. “Did the mission not go well?” Azriel scoffs, looking unbothered, but you can see the muscles in his throat tightening with effort to keep something hidden. You try to pull at the bond again, begging him to lower the obsidian shields he builds around himself, his hands shake with the effort of keeping them impenetrable. He still avoids your eyes, yet you try again refusing to yield. “Sweetheart…” you whisper softly and the Shadowsinger cracks before you. His walls rush down and crash against you like a tsunami, the wave of self-hatred that he had been holding in barrels against you with enough force to bring down the mountains. Silver lines his hazel eyes and your heart almost cracks in two. Wrapping your arms around Azriel you cradle him to your body, his hands tighten around your waist seeming torn between pulling you closer and pushing you away. His shoulders shake with the force of his sobs and all you can do is keep stroking his hair and make soothing sounds, trying to calm him down enough to speak. Az takes a shuddering breath, but the tears still stream down his face. You chase them away with the pads of your fingers.

“I do not deserve you,” he grinds out, voice rusty from the tears. You rub soothing circles into the joints of his shoulders and it makes Azriel want to throw up. “I am the monster mothers warn their children about at night. I’ve committed horrors that should make you run away in terror” You shake your head with feverance.

“I would never run from you Azriel. There is nothing too dark or too ugly that would make me love you any less. I promise you I can handle it.” Azriel does nothing but collapse back against you shaking his head back and forth. “Just talk to me please.” He takes a deep inhale, trying to calm his racing heart.

“I bled a male dry today. Rhys needed information, and he was harder to break than anticipated.” It’s all the information Az is willing to give. You have to stamp down the fury rising in your own chest. Both at Rhysand for putting your mate through this and at the Hewn City itself.

You’d tear this court apart brick by brick for making Azriel feel like he’s less than deserving of his life.

You’ll have to talk with Rhys later because for now, your focus is Az and Az alone. You refuse to allow him to continue to carry on like this, cursing yourself for not realizing the effects of this position wearing on him sooner.

“Look at me.” You pull his jaw towards you, forcing him to meet your eyes “There is no universe where you are not deserving of happiness. You have a job to do, and I understood that when I accepted this bond. I do not fear you, I do not balk from you, and I do not love you any less because of that.” The bond sings with light as the weight finally starts to leave your mate's shoulders. Golden eyes study you intensely before he hauls you against him in one fluid motion and crashes his lips to yours. He tastes like burning whiskey, and kisses you so fiercely you’re afraid your lips might bruise. You hold him together the best you can, afraid that if you let him go he will shatter into pieces before you. “Are you sure you want this right now?” You ask, you’ll give Az whatever he needs, and if he needs a distraction from his head then you’re happy to provide it to him. He nods, leaning down to press his lips to your collarbone. You run your hands along his back grinding yourself into him, and pour love and devotion down your side of the bond to him. His hardness presses against you as he nudges aside the scraps of lace before sheathing himself into the hilt. You let Azriel take what he needs, fucking you on his length, rocking you back and forth. He’s hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars with such force water sloshes over the edge of the tub, washing away the blood from Azriel’s leathers. You run your hands along the edge of his wing and he roars, one hand almost cracking the porcelain of the bathtub. He changes his pace to pure brutality, using you like no more than a toy. Your thighs shake with the effort to keep yourself upright. He’s ruthless in the way he moves like a hungry predator finally tearing into its kill. Your orgasm tears through you with blinding energy, and you unravel faster than you’d like to admit, but Az always manages to have that effect on you. He loses himself soon after you, tumbling over the edge with so much force he rips the bottom of your nightgown into ribbons. You stare at each other for a long moment, relishing in the afterglow and grateful for the hot water in the tub.

“I’m sorry for ripping your nightgown,” Azriel rumbles and you laugh a beautiful golden sound.

“You can buy me a new one later,” you promise, “but for now let me wash your hair.”

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf fanfiction #acotar imagine #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel #azriel imagine #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster

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inourtownofhawkins · 10 months

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Babe, wake up, new prompt coming!

I found this cute image on Pinterest and it had me thinking: what if reader spends a whole afternoon crafting these little messages and then she sneakily hides them around Eddie's stuff. Every time he finds one, goes to reader and gives her a kiss, then stores it in a tin box 🩷💋

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

Summary: You make love letters for Eddie.

Author's note: Mea I'm so sorry it took me forever to write this request! I hope you enjoy it! Also thank you to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple, @ryan-waddell11 and @orchidmunson for their endless encouragement <3

CW: None, just a whole lotta fluff and Eddie being a dork.

Word count: 1.2k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Being at Eddie’s apartment alone while he was away working wasn’t an uncommon thing for either of you, he had given you a key to his apartment for a reason, after all. Although you two hadn’t made the full step of moving in together yet, you still spent a lot of time at his apartment whenever you could fit it into your schedule.

You were sat at Eddie’s kitchen table with every kind of stationary imaginable scattered all around you; every shade of pink and white paper, felt tip pens, glitter and endless amounts of glue.

Since Eddie’s phone had broken several days beforehand and he was far too busy with work and couldn’t fit it within budget for the month to get it fixed, you decided to make love notes for him to read every day. You made notes for every occasion; if he felt sad, if he did something amazing, he missed you or even just needed to be told he was loved.

Although your arts and crafts skills weren’t perfect and you ended up with far too much glitter and glue all over your fingers, you were still proud of the notes you were able to make. You knew your art teacher from primary school would be proud of what you’d made, even if when you had lessons with her she hated your guts.

You had almost finished the final note and put them in a jar by the time Eddie walked inside, you felt him gently scratch the top of your head before wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Well this is a nice surprise to come home to.”

You felt the warm burn inside your stomach as you squeezed his arm, happy to be back where you felt like you belonged. “I missed you, of course I’d be here.”

It had only been a couple of days since you last saw each other, but it always felt like an eternity. Being with Eddie was the only place you truly felt safe, it was like coming home every time he brought you into his arms.

Before you and Eddie had gotten together; you’d never believed in that kind of stuff, that home could be a person instead of a place and you thought the people who said that stuff were talking nonsense. But now you understood them, and you just had to wait to find your person.

Eddie glanced over at the mess on the kitchen table, not daring to touch anything with his dirty fingers from working on cars all day. “Whatcha doing here, princess?”

You leaned into him, rubbing his arm with your hand. “It’s a surprise.”

He placed a hand over his eyes once you revealed it was a surprise. “I’m not looking, I swear!” he moved away from you, keeping his hand over his eyes, causing you to laugh. “I’m gonna go have a shower, you wanna order a pizza?”

“Sure,” you answered through your continued laughter as Eddie felt around his apartment to get to the bathroom, hitting his feet and legs on various pieces of furniture along the way. Your boyfriend was an absolute dork, but you loved it far too much, although you knew he acted like that just to make you laugh and he couldn’t ever get enough of that laugh.

You waited until he was safely in the shower to finish the last note and put it into the jar before promptly hiding it in your backpack, being sure Eddie would never find it accidently, not that he’d ever go through your belongings, but you were still cautious. After washing your hands thoroughly, you cleared the kitchen table of your project and grabbed your laptop to order pizza.

Sure, phoning Dominos to place your order was easier but Eddie’s pizza orders were always special to put it simply. That man couldn’t settle for a simple margarita pizza to save his life, nay, he had to have some weird combination that changed in a frequent basis. His current favourite pizza? Tandoori chicken and burger sauce with stuffed crust. As odd as it sounded, you did have a slice and it was pretty good, so you couldn’t exactly hate him for that.

You’d just finished placing the order when Eddie came out donned in just a towel, another towel in his hair trying to dry it before lowering it to cover his face completely. “Is it safe to come out?”

You let out another laugh, nodding your head. “Yes, you muppet, it’s safe. Pizza’s been ordered and it should be here in a bit.”

Taking the towel away from his face, he smirked at you and began to slowly walk across his apartment towards you, deliberately allowing his towel to slip down his body. Watching him with a smirk matching his, you shook your head. “Don’t even think about it, mister, we got pizza coming and I don’t wanna get interrupted by the doorbell again.”

He pouted and pulled up the towel, sulking his way into the bedroom. He came back a few minutes later in his usual jeans and dark red hoodie, one you’d frequently steal from him to wear when the weather got a bit cold.

You closed your laptop lid as he wrapped his arms around you again, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head once you rested your back against his chest. The pair of you stayed in content silence until the loud knock on the door to signal your pizzas had arrived. You began to get up, but Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders to keep you seated, “I’ll get them baby,” he murmured into your hair before answering the door.

Eddie had fallen asleep after devouring his pizza and watching a season and a half of Derry Girls while cuddling with you on the couch, his head nestled into the crook of your neck, feeling his breath on your skin with his arms wrapped tightly around your middle, keeping you close to him.

You slowly got out of his grasp, being careful not to wake him up, although Eddie was quite a deep sleeper and not a lot of things woke him up. As quietly as possible, you moved around his apartment, tidying up the pizza boxes before turning off the TV and putting a blanket over Eddie.

Getting the jar out of your backpack, you began to place the notes around Eddie’s apartment; on every table, in some books, in the wardrobe, on the fridge and in every single pocket you could think of. Once you’d finished, you gently shook Eddie awake just enough to get him in bed and properly asleep before you followed him soon after, cuddling into him as you easily fell asleep.

In the morning, you were woken up by an endless amount of kisses all over your face, lips, neck, chest, and hands. At first, you were too sleepy and groggy to fully realise what was happening but as you slowly started to wake up, you moved Eddie’s kisses up to your lips and kissed him back. “What’s all the kisses for?” you whispered against his lips.

Eddie gave you a couple more kisses before answering your question. “I found some of your notes, and I thought since my girl was being so loving with her notes; I thought I would be loving back and wake her up with as many kisses as I can give her before work.”

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bitterpotionn · 3 months

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Johnny Slaughter - Forbidden

For this fic I experimented with a different characterization of Johnny. He’s more lovesick than anything. He's not the typical scummy Johnny I usually write (though, that might change in future parts), but it was a nice change of pace for me!

Let me know if you all would want a part 2. I wasn't sure quite yet so I wanted to get this out there and test the waters!

As always any comments or constructive criticism is welcome!

Warnings: angst, unsafe sex, some fluff, overprotective brother, light neck grabbing

"Go up to your room," her brother's voice broke her out of her focus as she looked up from her book. "What?" her head shot up as she stared at him standing by the window. "I said, go to your room c'mon," he tipped his head back to look at her, his arms crossed.

"Michael, what's your deal?" she snapped at him, shooting him an icy glare. He let out a loud sigh as he glanced out the window again, "Johnny is comin' over to drop stuff off and I don't want you around him, now goooo," he walked toward her and grabbed her book.

"Really?" her tone was irritated as she stood up, snatching her book from his hands. "I don't understand why it's such a big deal, I don't even talk to the guy!" she argued.

"Exactly and I'd like to keep it that way. I'm not friends with him either, I just buy from him him." he pushed her toward her room with a grunt. "Yeah yeah, just tell me when he's gone, loser," she stomped upstairs to her room and shut the door. She huffed as she sat at her desk. Michael had always been the stereotypical protective older brother. Always keeping her out of trouble and keeping trouble away from her. He was more careful because he dealt with shady groups of people because of his habits. He tried to keep her far away from that world.

She was looking out her window when she heard the sound of a loud truck coming down the driveway. She saw Johnny step out of the old and rusted white truck. She was always curious about him. Sure, she's never actually had a conversation with the older man but she always admired him from afar. What was not to love? He was tall, muscular, and a bad boy. Like the forbidden fruit from the Garden of Eden, he was so tempting but wrong to pursue.

She watched as he made his way inside of the house. She quickly hurried to her door and cracked it open so she could hear what the two were saying.

"Here's this weeks..." she heard Johnny's deep southern drawl from down the stairs, it made her weak in the knees. "Alright, thanks. I'll probably stop over tomorrow with Rob. He got a new shipment in." she heard her brother's voice. He wasn't much for small talk and she could tell by his tone that he was eager for him to leave. "Say, we could run some deals out of your place here. No one suspects a house in the suburbs." Johnny joked, she could hear the slight chuckle in his voice. "You just live here with your sister right? By the way, how's she doin'?" her stomach dropped at Johnny's mention of her.

She heard her brother grumble in response. "We run out of your place, don't be gettin' any dumb ideas," she noted how he ignored Johnny's comment about her. Johnny just let out a dry chuckle as she heard his footsteps head back to the door. They both said their short goodbyes. She ran back to the window and peeked out. She saw Johnny get back in his car and take off.

The following day, she was relaxing in the living room, watching TV while eating a bag of chips. All of a sudden she heard a knock on the door. She shot up and looked toward the noise. Her brother wasn't home, he was working and she didn't invite anyone over. She hesitated before setting down the chip bowl. Normally, her brother handled any visitors; they were always there for him anyway. She slowly approached the door and looked through the peephole; her heart sank. It was Johnny.

She quickly backed away from the door with her eyes blown wide. Should she answer? No, she couldn't, if her brother found out he would be pissed. Then again, she didn't want Johnny to think her brother was ignoring him. She nervously bit down on her lip as she tried to think about what to do, another knock interrupted her thoughts. She bit down on her lip once more before slowly turning the knob, slightly opening the door. She was sure to keep the chain on as she peeked up at Johnny.

"U-um...Michael is not home right now" she said, she cringed at the nervousness in her voice. She looked up at Johnny's wide smirk. "Oh, I thought he would be my bad, darlin'," the pet name made her stomach flutter. "Would you tell him I stopped by?" he asked leaning against the doorframe, his eyes flicking up to the chain on the door. "Oh c'mon, don't gotta be nervous around me," his smirk was wide and calculated. His tone was sickly sweet.

She let out a nervous laugh as she averted her gaze away. "Michael is real protective, ya know..." her words drifted off as she swayed back in forth. Johnny nodded knowingly and grinned at her. "Well, I gotta get goin', nice seeing you, darlin'," without another word he turned and got back into his truck, driving off. She quickly closed the door and let out a squeal as she buried her face in her hands. Just being that close to him drove her insane.

Not too long after her brother arrived home. He entered the house with a loud sigh as he set his gear down on the dining room table. He worked construction and always came home exhausted. She greeted him with a smile and a plate of food. Michael gave her a smile back as he sat down at the kitchen island, devouring the food. She watched him as she nervously fumbled with her hands, she knew she needed to tell him she just wasn't sure how to.

"Johnny, uh, stopped over today was looking for you..." she said her eyes zoned in on his face, awaiting his reaction. Michael suddenly stopped eating and looked up at her with narrowed eyes. "You talked to him?"

"Well, yeah, I mean I just told him you weren't here. That's all," she explained, still nervously fidgeting. He let out a sigh as he leaned back in the chair, staring at her. "What did I tell you about talkin' to him, Y/N" he shot her a glare as he continued to eat. "C'mon Michael, I'm an adult and it was barely a conversation. Relax," she grumbled, grabbing her own plate of food. He sighed and looked over at her. "I know, I just don't want you getting caught up in the shit I do alright? I love you, kid." he gave her a reassuring smile as he continued to eat. "Love you too, loser" she replied nudging his side with a small giggle.

Some time passed without much incident. She didn't see Johnny for a while. That all changed when she was walking home from her university classes in the rain.

The rain poured down on her as she tucked her chin into her jacket, borderline running home. She, once again, forgot her umbrella and she was forced to take the 20-minute walk home in the rain.

As she made her way down the wet sidewalk she heard the roar of a truck approach her from behind. She peeked through her jacket, being faced with Johnny's white truck. He rolled down his window and leaned toward the passenger seat. "You need a ride, darlin'?" he said loudly, trying to make his voice clear through the loud rain. Her eyes shifted nervously as she quickly nodded. She knew she shouldn't but, she didn't think she could take walking in the rain any longer and after all, her house was only down the road.

She quickly opened the passenger side door and hopped in, panting as she shivered from the cold. Johnny watched as she set her things down at her feet shooting him a thankful smile. "Thank you, I really appreciate this," she said shyly as she avoided his gaze. Johnny grinned and smiled at her "Don't want you gettin' a cold now do we?" he chuckled and started back down the road.

Then it hit her, Michael would be furious if he saw her exiting Johnny's truck. She quickly turned to Johnny, "I know this is going to sound weird, but could you drop me off maybe a couple houses before mine...I don't want Michael to be upset," she chewed on her lip nervously as she explained to him

Johnny raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. "Why would he have a problem?" he asked. She let out a nervous laugh as she fidgeted with the strap of her bookbag. "Well, he doesn't like me around all the stuff you guys do and-" he interrupted her before she could finish "He doesn't want you around me?" a wide grin appeared on his lips as he finished her sentence for her. She just gave him a sheepish nod in return.

Just like she asked, Johnny stopped a couple houses down the street. She was gathering up her things when he laid a hand on her arm, making her snap her head towards him. "I don't want you gettin' the wrong idea about me from your brother, I'm actually not as bad as he says," his voice was smooth and his tone was unusually sweet. "If you would like, I could take you out on a little date, hm?" his grin was wide as he looked into her eyes. She didn't know how to react, she barely knows Johnny and from what she did know from her brother, he does this thing a lot. She didn't even know he knew she existed until a few days ago.

"Johnny, that's real sweet but I don't think Michael would like that," she frowned as she looked at him. "You're a big girl, besides what he don't know won't hurt em'," Johnny gave her a handsome smile as he leaned toward her. She felt her face heat up as she stared at the older man. She thought about it, she's never even acted out of line once with her brother, so this one thing wouldn't be too bad. Right?

"Oh...alright. One little date," she gave him a genuine smile as she gathered up the rest of her belongings. He chuckled and nodded. "Alright, I'll stop by sometime tomorrow when your brother is at work, how does that sound?"

Johnny did stop by and take her out on a date. She swore to herself that it was a one-time thing only. But eventually, she found herself sneaking around to meet up with Johnny right under her brother's nose. Something about it felt dangerous and forbidden and she loved it. Her entire life she listened to what her brother said, no matter what. This act of rebellion was like a breath of fresh air to her.

This went on for some time, Johnny would come over during her brother's shifts and they would hang out at their place. It all felt like a fantasy to her.

Johnny sat her in his lap as they kissed on the couch. Their lips moved together in perfect sync. Johnny's hands found their way to her hips, pulling her even closer to him as she straddled his waist. She pulled away from his lips with a small pant as she smiled at him. "You're killin' me, doll," Johnny rested his head against the back of the couch as he shot her a sleazy grin. She could feel his hardening bulge against her thigh. She slowly moved her hips against him, biting down on her lip as she studied his expression.

Johnny hissed as he groaned, moving his hips along with her movement. "Fuck," he looked up at her with hooded eyelids, lust swirling in his eyes depths. "Quit teasin'," he gave her a fake pout as he played with the end of her shirt, tugging at it.

"Mm'not teasin'," her voice trailed off into a giggle as she continued her movements, her lips finding their way to his neck, peppering kisses along his Adam's apple. "Brat," he said, his calloused hand softly gripping her neck as he pulled her into a hungry kiss.

"Take this off," he tugged on her shirt, shooting her a lustful glance. She quickly obliged as she slid her shirt off, tossing it to the side. Once she was fully exposed to him, he went in on her. His mouth latched onto her nipple, and he sucked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh. Earning a surprised moan from her. "J-Johnny..." her hands gripped his thick brown hair as she tugged on the strands.

Johnny's hungry eyes flicked up to hers as he continued sucking on her breasts. He pulled away with a wet popping noise, kissing back up her neck. “Why don’t you take these off, too," his hands tugged at her jean shorts.

She quickly unbuttoned her shorts, tossing them aside as she continued to kiss him hungrily. Her hands gripped his shirt, tugging on it as she shot him a pouty frown. He snickered and stroked her cheek with his rough hand. "You want something, pretty?" he cooed, nibbling on her earlobe.

She gave a sheepish nod, tugging on his gray muscle shirt. Johnny quickly tugged his shirt off and kissed her again. HIs hands didn't stop wandering all over his body, squeezing at any piece of flesh he could.

After some time of foreplay, she was dripping and he knew it too. He made it a point to unbuckle his belt slowly, all while staring at her intently. She chewed on her lip nervously, her hips slowly grinding against his flexed thigh.

He released his aching cock with a hiss, stroking his length as he stared at her through hooded eyes. Her eyes shifted down to his cock, her hands lightly stroking against it. Johnny moved his hands to her hips, pulling her gently toward him. "C'mon...don't be a tease, darlin'," his voice was almost whiny as he tried to resist just thrusting up into her.

She wrapped her arms around Johnny's neck as she slowly sank down on his member, wincing as she did so. His eyes stayed locked on hers, watching her reaction with a grin. His hands squeezed her hips, and he let her lean against his chest as she adjusted to his length.

She let out a breathy moan as she began slowly moving up and down, still holding onto Johnny for dear life. Johnny's hand snaked up to gently wrap around her neck, angling her face up to his. "Look at me while I fuck you, doll," his voice was breathy, he was holding back small moans as she bounced on his cock.

She stared at him intently as he thrust up into her, earning loud moans from her. His pace continued, his eyes wouldn't leave hers. He loved watching her reactions, loved watching how he made her feel, it drove him crazy.

She could feel herself coming close to the edge, he was filling her up so nicely and she almost couldn't handle it. She moaned as she pulled him closer, squeezing her eyes shut as she came undone on top of him. He couldn't help but let out a deep, guttural moan as she came on his cock. He wasn't that far behind her, with one last thrust he released deep inside her, and he threw his head back, his grip tightening around her neck.

They sat there, panting, holding each other close. Johnny's hand was resting against the back of her head, cradling her close to his chest. She leaned back and looked at him, giving him a small smile and kissing him sweetly. He returned the kiss and grinned at her. "Such a good girl," he mumbled, his hands rubbing up and down her sides.

She let out a small laugh and reached down for her shirt. "As much as I would love to cuddle more, you need to get goin'. Michael will be home soon," Johnny pouted and pulled her close again. "Nooo, why don't you come over to my place tonight, tell'em you're stayin' at a friends,"

She gave him a sympathetic smile, shaking her head. "You know I can't, Johnny," She kissed up his neck, nuzzling into him. He gave her a dramatic groan as he threw his head back on the couch. "Don't be a baby," she giggled, pulling on her pants.

As she was sliding back on her shirt she heard the familiar sound of keys jingling in the front door. It felt like someone just dumped cold water on her as she snapped her heard toward the door. Before she had time to react, Michael walked into the house.

Michael's eyes widened as he was faced with the scene in front of him. Johnny, shirtless, had his baby sister sitting in his lap. While she was completely clothed he could smell the sex in the air. His eyes went wide with fury as he stomped toward the two. He grabbed her and pushed her aside. Johnny was met with a hard punch to the face as Michael threw him to the ground.

"You're fucking my sister?!" Michael screamed as he continued throwing punches toward Johnny. Johnny has little time to react as he tried to retaliate, shoving Michael off of him and throwing punches right back at him.

She was speechless as she scrambled to her feet and tried to break the two men up. However, her efforts proved useless and Johnny was now on top of Michael, an ugly scowl adorning his face as he punched him. "Johnny stop!" she tried to pull him off, eventually Johnny stumbled backward, his lip bleeding.

Michael didn't come out unscathed, his nose also leaking the crimson liquid. She quickly rushed to Michaels's side as she examined his nose, a look of worry painted her features as tears welled up in her eyes. "Michael I'm sorr-" Michael wasn't looking at her though, he was glaring daggers into Johnny. "Get the fuck out!" he barked standing up again, looking like he was about to lunge at Johnny again. She quickly stood up as well and blocked him, getting in front of him.

Johnny chuckled as he grabbed his shirt, blood still leaking from his busted lip. He was pissed, at Michael and her. The way she immediately ran to Michael's side instead of his, infuriated him. "A shame you interrupted us, I was just gettin' ready for round two," Johnny didn't help the situation as he teased Michael, a shit-eating grin still on his face. She looked at Johnny with a look of shock as she approached him. "Johnny please just leave," she begged, looking up at his looming figure.

Johnny's eyes flicked down to glare at her, then back to Michael who was still fuming with rage. "How long has this been going on?" Michael chimed in, his fists clenched tightly. She stayed silent, quickly rushing back to Michael's side. "A while, you think she tells you everything?" Johnny glared at him as he put his boots back on. "And I ain't staying away from her either,"

With that Michael growled, trying to charge back at Johnny but she stood in his way again. "Johnny leave!" she yelled, looking back at him with disgust and anger. Johnny looked at her and scoffed before stomping out the front door, slamming it shut behind him.

The only sounds left in the house were Michael's angry panting and her tearful sniffling. She looked up at Michael, "Michael please-" he cut her off immediately. "Go up to your room, now," his tone was deathly serious, she knew better than to question him. She quickly turned and made her way back up to her room.

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She stayed in her room for a while, she didn’t know what to do. It’s not like she could talk to Johnny and she could tell that he was pissed at her too. She just cried for hours, alone and cold in her childhood bedroom.

After a while of just laying in her bed, she heard the squeaky turn of the doorknob. Michaels figure slowly entered the now dark room. She didn’t move though, she stayed curled up facing the wall.

She heard him sigh as he turned on her bedside lamp, illuminating her figure. Michael sat on her bed and patted her leg. “C’mon, kid. Talk to me,” his tone was soft and careful, a stark difference from just a few hours ago. She slowly turned her head and looked at him with glassy, tired eyes.

“Michael I’m so sorry” suddenly she erupted into ugly sobs as she sat up and leaned into his shoulder. Michael hugged her close as she sobbed. “I know, I know you are,” he stroked her hair, his eyebrows furrowed, he felt his own eyes become glossy upon hearing her desperate sobs.

She eventually pulled away from her spot on his shoulder, looking at him with puffy cheeks. “Johnny drove me home once when it was raining and I-“ she let out a sigh “And I said yes to a date with him. I knew you didn’t want me to but I did it anyway and I’m sorry,”

Michael just listened with a deep frown set on his face. “Johnny isn’t good for you, kid. He’s not a good guy. I understand why you did it but you can’t see him again,” Michaels hand found it’s way to her shoulder as he tried to comfort her. “He’s been so sweet to me Michael and-and I think he really likes me,” her pleas were desperate as she tried to convince him of Johnnys innocence in all of this.

“You don’t know the things he’s done. For your sake please just stay away from him okay? And if he gives you any trouble just tell me,” Michaels worried eyes scanned hers, trying to discern her emotions. She stayed silent as her eyes flicked down to stare into her lap. Maybe Michael was right. She didn’t really know Johnny. She knew the version of him that he presented to her. Michael knew what was best for her, he has never led her astray before.

Without another word she simply just nodded and leaned back into his side, she would fear the hot tears stream down her face again. She could’ve swore she heard Michael let out s sigh of relief as he wrapped his arms around her, giving her a comforting hug. “Why don’t we get take-out tonight? We can watch a movie too,” Michael was clearly trying to make her feel better, and it worked. She gave him a smile and nod as she snuggled into him more, desperate for the comfort her big brother always provided.

Michael kept her relatively out of the loop on what happened next. After the incident, Johnny wasn't working with Michael anymore. That was after he sent some of his friends to threaten Johnny. He figured the problem was taken care of. However, he didn’t know that once Johnny has his sights set on something he won’t stop until it’s completely his.

Michael was hesitant for a while about leaving her home alone. Sometimes he’d go as far as to make her sit in his car or force her to stay at the public library while he was working. Eventually, his protective treatment lessened. This was the first day he actually let her stay home alone since that day.

She hasn’t spoken or even seen Johnny since that day. She figured that he had moved onto his next target and decided she was too much trouble. She had to admit though, it did hurt. She did like Johnny. She loved the way he made her feel and she had spent some sleepless nights crying over what could’ve been.

She was doing her daily chores of cleaning up when she heard a vehicle coming down her driveway. Glancing at the clock, her eyebrows furrowed. Michael hasn’t gotten off of work yet. She walked over to the window and looked out. Her eyes widened when she saw Johnny making his way to the door. With a small gasp and got out of the windows view and ran to the door. Soon enough, Johnny was knocking.

She quickly opened the door and stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “Johnny you cannot be here!” She quickly looked around, half expecting to see Michael watching from afar. Johnny leaned against the door frame with one forearm, practically towering over her. “I missed you,” he said, a grin appearing on his face. “You think your brother is gonna keep me away from my girl?” His free hand found it’s way to her waist, still leaning over her.

She stepped aside, letting his hand fall from her waist. “Johnny…We can’t. Michael will literally kill you,” she frowned as she looked around nervously again. Johnny scowled as he stood straight up. “Well that’s a risk I’m willin’ to take for you, darlin’,” without much warning, Johnny pushed inside the house, shutting and locking the door behind him.

She gasped a bit and looked outside the window again, chewing on her lip nervously. She felt Johnnys hands grab her waist as he pulled her against his chest. “C’mon…we just gotta be more careful, doll,” he was almost begging as he peppered kisses down her neck. She whined as she pushed against Johnnys chest, her eyes flicking up to meet his hard gaze. “We can’t, Johnny please just leave,” her voice was a stranded whisper as she felt tears start to fall. This was almost too much to handle. Of course she wanted Johnny but she couldn’t do that to Michael, not after all he does for her.

Johnny cooed as he cupped her face with his hands, using his thumb to wipe away her falling tears. “Don’t be like that. We can make this work,” his tone resembled that of a concerned lover. He kissed her pouting lips lightly. “You gonna let your brother keep you away from someone you care about?”

She whimpered and shrugged, looking down at her feet. “We can’t…” her words were interrupted by her coarse sobs as she leaned into Johnny's chest. He wrapped his arms around her figure, hugging her tightly to his broad chest. Swaying her back and forth as she cried. “You’re my girl, right?” He asked grabbing her chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. After a slight pause, she slowly nodded. “I’m your girl, Johnny,”

"That's what I like to hear, doll," Johnny gave her a deep kiss as he leaned his body further into her. Her head was spinning, she wanted Johnny, but she couldn't shake the horrible shame that came with it. Michael had warned her about him, about the horrible things he's done. He never went into detail, even when she asked him to. How well did she really know Johnny Slaughter?

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deetz-ghuleh · 7 months

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Reverence

─ Cardinal Copia x F! Reader ─

rating: 18+ Explicit | MDNI

word count: 3.4k

summary: The Cardinal discovers your dirty little secret and wants you all to himself.

tws/tags: somewhat dom fem reader, nudity, sexual penetration, oral sex, masturbation, submission, praise kink, some humiliation kink, orgasm delay/denial, voyeurism.

a/n: This is my first Ghost fic. I'm so happy I finally finished it! Constructive criticism is welcomed & any likes/comments are appreciated! Also, a huge thank you to @foxybouquet for this amazing post on Italian words/phrases!

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The small abandoned chapel on the other side of the abbey had been neglected for years. The Cardinal never visited the place, but at the request of Sister Imperator, he sauntered over so they could begin the painstaking process of renovation.

His gloved hands had barely touched the old iron handle when-

“Kneel down. Like a nice little puppy, yes?” You demand, voice full of mischief as Brother Luca whimpered at your feet.

Copia freezes, his eyes widening in surprise as he watches you through a small crack in the wood.

“Yes, yes, Sister ______!” Brother Luca responds, kissing your shoes eagerly. “Please let-let me taste you,” he pleads.

Your unassuming nature in his class never hinted at this. You were the perfect student, among his favorite siblings. So demure and quiet, and now….

Was he dreaming?

“You’ve been such a good boy, Luca,” you purr in his ear, “I guess you deserve your reward.”

Copia exhales, feeling your voice ripple through his whole body as if he was Brother Luca.

Oh, Satanas, you must be some sort of succubus. Yes, you were sent to tempt him, corrupt him, and devour him in the most pleasurable way - something he always wanted, but was too ashamed to admit. His brothers were all domineering, taking what they wanted from women. But not him. He had always been different from them, even with his fantasies. He had dreamed about it many times before - being ravished by a strong, confident woman - dominated and forced to feel the most unbridled pleasure.

Sweat beads on his forehead as he watches you bunch up your habit and sit on the floor with your legs spread open. Brother Luca bends down before you, ready to worship. “Tell me what you want, Luca. Beg for it.” You instruct.

“Please, please, Sister _____. I want-need your pussy in my mouth,” Luca whines desperately, begging at the altar of your lust.

Me too. Oh please, me too, sorella. Copia pleads internally, palming himself as beads of precum accumulate at his tip. He was enraptured.

You give a signal of approval to Luca, and he lunges forward like a madman, licking at your folds as if it was his only means of sustenance. You arch your back, moaning softly as he buries his face inside your dripping cunt. Your hands grip his hair tightly and your hips buck upwards to ride his face.

The gasps and moans emanating from your lips drive Copia wild. Every fiber of his being wants to open the door and take Luca's place, but he resists. He resists so much that it's painful. His eyes shut close. He pictures himself licking you, matching his rhythm to the delicious sounds you’re making. He wants so badly to release his throbbing length, but he prolongs the torture by only squeezing it through the heavy fabric of his cassock. He tries to keep his short, sharp breaths at a minimum to not be heard, but your moans get louder, and so does his arousal. He quickly unbuttons a small part of his cassock, just enough to fist his length.

Luca starts circling your clit with his tongue, and you feel yourself close to the edge, the pressure building so beautifully in your core. “Don’t… fucking…stop,” you request through a breathless moan. A few more licks and your walls clench around his mouth. Your squeal ricochets off the chapel’s walls and, with a loud groan, he savors your slick like a frantic man dying of thirst.

Your cries of pleasure ring in Copia’s ears. He bucks his hips, groping his length in a maddening haze as ropes of cum spill onto the inside of his underwear.

Lost in his desire, he accidentally knocks the door open, catching eyes with you for a brief moment before panicking and scurrying out into the courtyard.

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You knew it would happen eventually. Doing it outdoors, even in a secluded place, was begging to get caught. You weren’t embarrassed though. You knew the Ministry celebrated sin. There was no shame in the act itself. But for the shy, awkward Cardinal to have been the one? It made your insides tingle. He had actually seen you... exposed, being pleasured, moaning. And it had been obvious to you, in that tiny moment when you locked eyes, that he had enjoyed it. That alone turned you on immensely.

His cock twitches involuntary when he sees your name on his list of students. His need had only grown since he saw you. He got little sleep, pumping his cock several times throughout the night to the point of overstimulation. Your sordid gasps and moans still echoed in his mind. He wasn’t one to lose control or become obsessive, but felt like he was slowly teetering over that precipice. He wanted nothing more than to be engulfed in your flame, to be used and abused by you. But how? Will you even want to? His mind swam with endless questions and doubts. And like many times before, his inner voice made him feel like a pathetic, old pervert. Insecurity had plagued him his whole life. This wasn't any different.

He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself for the day's lesson. He was still a senior clergy member, a leader, and he needed to conduct himself as such.

He begins writing on the chalkboard. “Ok, so uhh, sí, um, today we will talk about the rise of Satanism during the Dark Age-"

From his peripheral, he sees you walk in and sit down. You were so unbelievably perfect, un bellissimo angelo (a beautiful angel). So, so close.

It wasn't uncommon for him to stutter or trip over his words during class, but everyone noticed he was a bit more nervous than usual.

“Cardinal?” A concerned sibling on the other side of the classroom calls to him.

Her voice quickly snaps him out of his trance. He must have been staring at the wall for longer than he realized. “Sí, sí, mi dispiace (I’m sorry), I-I didn’t get much sleep last night,” he answers awkwardly, slowly turning to the class, trying his damnedest to not look at you. “Uh, how about we end a little early today, ok? We can continue tomorrow.” He hated ending his classes prematurely, but today called for it. He would’ve been a mumbling mess otherwise.

He sighs deeply, sitting back on his chair as everyone starts making their way out the door. He closes his eyes, pinching his brow with his fingers in frustration.

Get a hold of yourself, idiota. She’s just…

His eyes fly open when he realizes you haven't left.

Your eyes were fixed on him, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

Some invisible force must have pinned his lower limbs to the chair because he couldn’t feel his legs. Your gaze was like a magnet, pulling him farther and farther away from his sanity. His throat tightened in response.

“Did you like it, Cardinal?” You tease.

He was dumbstruck. The only thing he could do was tightly clench his thigh as his heart beat erratically and his cheeks flushed as red as his cassock.

You stroll casually over to him, planting your hands on his paper-strewn desk, only a few inches away from his face. “I asked you a question, Cardinal.” You chided him.

His brain was desperately trying to form a coherent thought. “Sorella, I-I…." He stutters.

“Yes?”

His monochrome eyes trace over your delicate features. Your sweet, soft lips were begging to be kissed. He knows the slightest touch from you would drive him mad. You had unfurled a feeling buried deep within him, and this was finally his chance to succumb to you.

“Yes.” He answers, his leather-clad hand reaching over to grip yours. “Ti voglio così tanto (I want you so much),” he confesses in a hushed voice. “Please, sorella…”

"Please what, Cardinal?" You ask, a hint of mischievousness in your voice. You wanted him to say it.

He averts his eyes briefly, trying to find the right words. "Tesoro (Darling), I-I want all of you. I want to serve you. Would-will you let me?"

You give him a sly smile and slowly walk around the desk. “You were a bad boy last night, Cardinal, hm?”

He gulps down his nervousness and manages to answer, his voice almost a whisper. “Ye-yes, sorella, I was-”

“You touched yourself, didn’t you?”

This is the closest you’d been to him. Your heated gaze was turning his mind into soup.

His puppy-eyed look almost made you feel bad about torturing him this way.

You clutch his shoulders and push your body against his. His head nuzzles against your chest. You can hear his staggered breathing as you remove his biretta and gently purr in his ear. “Tell me, Cardinal. Tell me what you did after you saw me.”

His eyes close in delight, inhaling your scent. It was verging on desperate how badly he wanted to bury himself within you.

“I-I couldn’t stop,” he answers, seeking the warmth of your skin, “I kept going until it hurt.”

You grab his chin, forcing him to look at you. His eyes were so gentle. He had always been kind to you. It made you want to make him blush even more.

You trail your fingers down to his bulge, loving how he shudders at your touch. “Show me, Cardinal.”

He unbuttons his cassock at a frenzied pace. A gasp of relief leaves his lips as his aching cock springs free, red and leaking with pre-cum. “Senti che duro che sono per te (Feel how hard I am for you).”

Without warning, you tightly grip his hair, pushing his head back. You squeeze his cock and a needy whimper escapes him. “Like this?” You ask, pumping him with a skilled rhythm. His jaw goes slack and his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“Look at me, Cardinal,” you instruct sternly. “Be a good boy for me, yes?"

Good boy. Two words that go straight to his pulsing cock.

You continue your ministrations, your beautiful eyes peering into his duochrome ones with each stroke. He would take any and all punishments if it meant being with you like this, relinquish his soul if that's what it took. He craved this touch, this affection. Perhaps it was a symptom of being too damn lonely, but he felt wanted, needed.

His breath hitches, and you know he’s closing in on his climax. “You are not allowed to cum until I tell you, Cardinal.” You instruct gently, your own ache slowly building at hearing his moans.

Hungry to please you, he tries hard to keep himself from release, but knows he won't last long, not like this. "Sorella, please-please, I'm-I'm so..." he pants breathlessly, murmuring Italian words you can’t quite make out.

"Good boys get rewarded, right, Cardinal?" You ask, each word in tandem with a deliberate stroke.

Feeling his body start to shake, you get on your knees, ready to take his cock into your mouth. “Cum now. Cum for me, Cardinal.”

The euphoria of your mouth is so intense that he nearly falls off the chair towards you, inhaling sharply as his hips jolt against your face. You catch his thighs and keep him still as he fills your throat with his spend, pulling a loud growl from his chest.

Trying to catch his breath, he looks at you through half-lidded eyes and disheveled hair. “Cara, you truly are a gift from Lucifer below.”

You grace him with a thankful smile and stand up.

In a flash, he's on his knees, his gloved hand pulling up the lower part of your habit, fingers caressing your legs. "Let me taste you, dolcezza. Per favore (please)." He begs, planting eager kisses on your thigh.

You move away from his grasp, walking to the center of the classroom. As you turn, your ass pushes against one of the wooden desks. With a curled finger, you beckon him. “Crawl to me, eyes down on the floor.”

As if by instinct, he positions himself on his hands and knees and begins to crawl his way over to you. You rub your thighs together, trying to get some friction. Seeing the Cardinal like this because of you was titillating. Your pussy was already so wet for him.

Reaching your shoes, he kisses them without question, waiting for your instruction. The anticipation is beautifully torturous.

“Taste me, Cardinal.”

Your voice is like a jolt to his system. Ravenous kisses and soft bites fall on your legs, moving up your thighs. You help him by gathering up your habit to give him better access. Unmatched irises reach yours, blown wide open with lust. He can feel the heat emanating from your core, mimicking his own. With one hand, he pulls down your panties with ease, still looking up at you with adulation.

He stands, rubbing your lips with his thumb for a few seconds before placing feather-like kisses across your neck and collarbone. Goosebumps slide across your skin, and for a moment, you fall into a tenderness you didn’t know you needed. Without you noticing, he expertly removes the leather gloves from his hands and tosses them aside.

Delicately, his hand finds your wetness, and a finger slides in between your slit. You gasp at the feeling, tilting your head backward, the chair behind you slightly dragging across the floor. His other hand pushes your chest down to lay your back upon the desk, keeping you safe and steady in his hold. He splays your thighs open, just the way he had seen you in the chapel.

“Que belleza (How beautiful)…” he whispers, taking in the sight of your glistening pussy.

The aroma of your arousal has his mind spinning, the need to fuck you senseless had been digging into his skin and traveling up his spine incessantly. But he has you here now, displayed before him like he wanted, unrestrained, and he would take his time.

He tugs at your hips to keep you still, licking his lips slowly. His tongue finally slips between your folds, making you moan and arch your back, spreading your legs even further for him. He adds another finger, delving in as deep as possible, curling up towards that divine spot inside you.

He laps at your folds, making you mewl against his tongue. Expert fingers slid in and out your opening and you grit your teeth as he indulges in teasing your clit in the most sinful way.

Your nerves are on fire as he continues his assault on your sensitive nub, giving you no reprieve and peeling away any inhibition you were holding onto for fear of being heard. “Fuc-fuck, Copia!” You cry, fingers digging into his scalp.

Your calling of his name makes him speed up even more, a pleased groan escaping him as he hastily drinks your slick like a sweet nectar.

“Vieni per me, bella. Vieni per it tuo cardinale (Cum for me, beautiful. Cum for your Cardinal).” He coos against your pussy.

That’s all it took for you to explode in his mouth, tightening around his fingers, almost clenching his head between your thighs. The orgasm makes your bones feel like jelly.

As you come down from your high, he caresses your face. You notice his eye-makeup is smeared and almost gone. “Let’s go to my bedroom, dolcezza. So I could worship you properly, si?” He asks. The warmth in his words catches you off guard even in your post-orgasm haze. It was so different from any of your previous encounters - most of them filled with careless lust and immediate gratification.

You give him a nod, and he carries you bridal style to his suite. You cozy up against the curve of his neck, and for the first time, you feel loved, not just desired. Whether it was your brain being flooded with serotonin or a lie you wanted to believe, you didn’t know, but it felt so nice to surrender to him, and you don’t want it to end.

Carefully, he lays you down on his bed, freshly cleaned sheets welcoming you as you relax your softened limbs. Your eyes scan the room briefly, curious to know where the Cardinal spent his private time. You could see dark wooden furniture, numerous texts, a small cage with rats? It was hard to decipher in the darkness of the room with only a few candles. Perhaps another day.

As you close your eyes momentarily, you feel his fingers traveling up and down your skin. The tickle of his mustache and a small kiss on your shoulder make you turn to look at him. His ghostly eye glimmers beautifully in the dim lighting.

You stand upright to remove your veil and habit. He helps to unclasp your bra, eyes widening in awe of your naked form. “Bellissima…" he says in a silken voice.

He removes the rest of his garments, and before you can see all of him, he passionately draws your lips to his. A faint hint of fruitiness (apple?) and cologne hits your nostrils. You had not kissed his lips yet through all of this, you thought, and the love behind it makes you blush.

You curl your arms around his back to bring him closer on top of you. He pins you down with the weight of his body, hips rutting against you while half-painted lips shower you with heated, urgent kisses. His hand moves down to fumble with your clit, making you wriggle beneath him. A rush of heat pools in your core, and all you can think about is him devouring you.

“I’m going to fuck you now, tesoro. Perdonami (forgive me), but I can’t wait anymore,” he whispers huskily.

He brushes the tip of his cock a few times against your slickness. With a sharp thrust, he sinks into your tight warmth, drawing out a strangled cry from your lips and making you clutch the sheets beneath you. A pang of guilt blooms in his chest - he had tried so hard to be gentle, take his time, and now the only thing he wanted was to ruin you. He wanted you too much, selfishly.

Your eyes close tightly as he buries himself impossibly deep within you, his cock angled to hit that perfect spot within you, as if he had known your body all his life. Your heart pounds violently alongside each movement, making you fall into a fiery abyss with him.

Impassioned, he pulls himself upwards to yank your hips against his cock repeatedly, his fingers digging into your waist with bruising intensity. Every inch sends waves of pleasure through bone and muscle. He kneads at your breasts and pinches your nipples, his eyes darkening with increased lust and adoration. It's intoxicating.

“Cazzo (Fuck), bella!! I can't....get...enough..." he pants above you, pistoning in and out of your quivering pussy.

As you scream affirmations, he pulls out of you briefly, making you whine wantonly. He lowers himself to lick up your seam with his tongue, knowing it will send you over the edge. "I love seeing you like this, sorella...” he says, while swirling circles on your clit. The sensation is all-consuming, making you legs shake uncontrollably.

"Copia, please!" You cry out to him into the darkness, feeling the band in your core about to snap. You want to feel all of him, utterly, completely.

He rises again and plunges into you easily, filling you up to the hilt and eliciting a needy, shuddering gasp. Feeling your fluttering hole tightening around his cock, he thrusts in and out of you with abandon, his hips pressed flush against yours. "Let go for me, amore, let go." He roars above you.

You fall over the edge as he rips the orgasm from you, lips parting with a squeal as you clench your walls around his cock. The keen sound makes its way out into the hallway and you know someone must have heard it. Your release ignites his own, and he pounds into your wet pussy wildly, growling in ecstasy as he spills himself inside you with staggered thrusts.

Exhausted, he collapses on top of you, chest rising and falling. A subtle peace imbues you when you feel the movement of his breathing against your own.

After a few minutes, he rolls over to your side, and you cuddle against his neck.

“You called me amore...” You say, almost timidly, playing with the little hairs on his chest.

“Si, you liked it?”

"Yes." You smile, connecting your fingers with his.

"Stay with me tonight, dolcezza?"

"I'd love nothing more, Copia."

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oleander-nin · 6 months

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Horrortober Day 31- Trapped(Yandere Rise Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: LETS GO! I DID IT! 31 DAYS OF POSTING! I'm probably going to revisit a lot of the ideas I had because the time constraint made it so I couldn't do as much as I wanted, but I'm still very happy with this. Sorry this fic's kinda all over the place, I started having trouble finishing it so I just went for it and now it's really... Off. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: Alcohol, being trapped in a vehicle, party, underage drinking, kidnapping, unedited.

Words: 2005

Summary: Leo was the wrong person to call.

The phone in your hand rings a couple more times, your eyes darting back and forth between the lit up house and the dark street. The music was still blaring from inside, speakers pretty much pressed against the windows for mass volume. You could feel the ground vibrate beneath you, the trash and people littered on the lawn making the whole house look like a disaster waiting to happen. You can barely hear your phone’s ringing that signified your call was going through over the loud sound, the lights leaking out the window making you even more nauseous. You could feel the mistakes of the night take a toll on your body, the accidentally consumed alcohol making your mind fuzzy. The bitter taste should have tipped you off, but you wrongly assumed it was just from the carbonation. You hadn’t even fully realized what was in your drink until the third sip, your mind fogging over and making you panic.

The phone buzzes as Leo’s muffled voice finally comes through, breaking you from your stupor. You lift the phone fully to your ear, trying to think of what to say. You blink as you stare forwards, unsure what to do. You had forgotten why you called him, unable to think as you stare out onto the dim street.

“I think I want to go home.” You mumble, picking at the sleeves of your costume. The white button up of your vampire suit was starchy, and you swore you could feel it burning your skin. You wanted it off. You nod, agreeing with your own words as your voice starts to perk up. “Yeah, yeah. I do. Can you come pick me up? Please? My uh… My ride is gone.”

Leo’s quiet for a moment, and your stomach drops as you worry he’s going to leave you here. You look back at the house, not wanting to go talk to anyone there and beg for a ride. The one person you knew here had already left, leaving you behind with a cup of spiked punch while swearing it was clean.

“I’ll be there in a bit. Hang tight.” Leo responds, his voice softer than you usually know it to be. You open your mouth to respond, but your phone turns off, Leo’s contact shining brightly. You stare at the screen, feeling miffed. He hung up so quickly, you hadn’t even told him where you were. You sit down on the grass, the long cape acting as a small buffer between your pants and the ground. You watch the air around you while you goof off on your phone, waiting for a familiar blue portal to open up next to you. You open up his contacts, deciding he just didn’t know where you were, but the loud hum of an engine makes you stop.

Coming down the road was the turtle tank, it’s fortified outside looking daunting as it comes towards you. One of the people on the lawn starts to shout happily at the sight of the tank, a plastic cup full of foul smelling liquid hitting the side. You grimace, knowing Donnie was going to make you scrub it from top to bottom once he notices.

You walk up to the door and let yourself in, Leo’s impatient form sitting at the front of the tank. He pats the seat next to him as the door locks behind you, his eyes glued to the windshield and the road it showed.

“Thank you,” You mumble as you sit down, frowning at his silence. Leo was never this quiet. He always had something to say, especially to you, and his new attitude worried you. You shift awkwardly while he just nods and starts to roll the tank down the road, his free leg bouncing erratically.

“Was it worth it?” He finally asks, after you had driven at least a mile down in silence. You look up at Leo, surprised that was his first question. He doesn’t look at you, his jaw ticked to the side while he concentrates on the road. His body was slumped in the seat, his posture screaming relaxed if not for the erratic bouncing of his leg.

You chew on your cheek, unsure how to respond. His eyes dart to you, waiting for your answer, but you stay quiet. You know he was asking about the party, but his question was too broad to make it into your buzzed brain. Leo waits a minute more for you to answer before letting out a dramatic sigh, his eyes rolling in their sockets.

“Was going to this stupid party worth blowing us off? Did you have more fun here?”

You stare at Leo, shrinking down. His words made you feel guilty, your hands fiddling with the cuffs of your sleeves once more.

“I didn’t blow you off. I just made other plans.” You explain, trying to defend your decision to attend the party instead of the gathering the Hamato’s had every year. Leo breathes harshly through his nose, clearly not pleased. He plasters a smile on his face, looking at you cheekily.

“Oh I’m sorry. I must’ve forgotten you didn’t inform us of your plan change until three hours ago.”

You wilt in your seat, smiling weakly at the mutant. Leo turns back to the road, his hands gripping the tank’s steering wheel tighter than needed. Silence settles over you both once more, the tense and awkward atmosphere making you uncomfortable. You didn’t know what to say, trying to think of how to mend it. You felt bad, but in that moment, you really wanted to go to this party.

“You smell awful, by the way.” Leo remarks, glancing over at you. Your face heats as you scowl, no longer feeling guilty. He opens his mouth again, whether to insult you or to apologize, you didn’t care.

“When you go to a party with alcohol, you’re going to end up smelling like it.” You say coldly, no longer caring to try and mend the rift. Leo sighs, tapping his hands on the wheel while he tilts his head to the side.

“Did you drink?”

“Not on purpose.”

Leo looks at you, his brow-line furrowed and concern in his eyes. “Explain.”

“My friend gave me a spiked punch cup. Not sure if it was on purpose or not, but I ended up drinking a couple sips before realizing.” You bring your knees into the seat, curling up. Your eyes were heavy, and your body was starting to protest the late time you were up.

“I don’t like that.” Leo says slowly, his usually jovial attitude gone. You didn’t like how cold he was tonight, even if he seemed to be trying. His annoyance with you was making you more and more upset, your muddled brain taking everything much too dramatically.

“I never asked.” You retort. “And I wanted a ride home, not a lecture. It’s my Halloween, and this is what I wanted to do.”

“So you wanted to drink underage, got it.” Leo says sarcastically, his eyes darkening. You groan, rubbing your face as you try not to snap at him.

“20 is barely underage, and I wouldn’t have called you if I knew you were going to be such a jerk tonight.”

Leo’s eye twitches as he slams on the brakes to pull into a parking lot, shaking you in your seat and making you grab onto the control panel for support. Leo puts the tank in park before unbuckling his seat belt and turning his chair to look at you, an irritated look on his usually relaxed face.

You look at him, stunned. Leo wasn’t usually someone to act so huffy, so this whole night was a surprise. You wait for him to speak, to explain, but he doesn’t. Leo just continues to stare at you, his chin in his hands while his eyes look you up and down. You unbuckle your own seatbelt, standing up. You were tired of whatever fit Leo was throwing, and if he wasn’t going to take you home, you’d figure out how to go yourself.

You reach out for the handle that would open the door, grumbling all the way from the annoyance at Leo’s weird attitude. You snatch your hand back as alarms begin to blare and every outside entrance and view is shuttered, Donnie’s recorded voice coming over the speakers to announce the tank’s lockdown. You look over at Leo with wide eyes, his hand still on the button. He slowly slides it back, putting his chin in his hand once more.

“Oops.” He teases, grinning slyly. You stare at Leo, enraged at his actions. The childish behavior made you want to scream, to pull your hair out or to smash everything in vicinity.

“What was that?!” You demand, gesturing wildly to the now shuttered and locked door. Leo shrugs, still grinning like he didn’t care you were both now trapped for 24 hours or until Donnie came and figured out how to undo the lockdown.

“You tried to leave. I still want to talk with you.” He says simply. You stare at him, bewildered. Every word that was coming out of his mouth was making you more and more furious, the anger building threatening to burst.

“I have to get home!” You protest, throwing your hands into the air with frustration.

Leo leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other and his arms over his chest. “You weren’t going home, you were going back to that dingy apartment.”

“That is home.” You seethe, trying to not panic.

Leo stares at you, his eyes boring into your own while you slowly back down. His gaze was unnerving, like he was possessed and wasn’t himself. The last time you saw him like this, Raph had to hold him back from what he tried to do. You shudder, stepping back. You didn’t want to poke at his nerves when you were stuck with him for this long.

“I think it’s time I really brought you home.” Leo muses, seemingly thinking aloud rather than trying to tell you something. You look over at him, blinking slowly as you process what he said.

“You locked the tank. You can’t bring me home.”

“I’m not talking about that stupid apartment you insist on staying at.” Leo refutes, grimacing at the thought of your residence. You glare at him, not appreciating his words towards the place you worked so hard to get and maintain. “I’m talking about where you belong.”

“Yeah, in my bed, and not Donnie’s tank.” You grumble, making Leo snort. He stands up, coming up to you and taking your hand. You look at him questioningly, hesitantly turning to meet him. Leo squeezes your hand, smiling softly.

“I’m serious. I’m going to take you home once the lockdown’s over. You’ll be happy, and I’ll keep you safe. No more parties, no more stupid spiked drinks. You’ll be with me, like how it’s supposed to be.”

You furrow your brow, trying to take your hands from Leo, but he holds firm. You nervously laugh while trying to break free from his grip, unease starting to build up. “Ha ha, very funny Leo. Now let go, you’re starting to freak me out.”

Leo shakes his head, straightening up as he looks brightly at you. “I’m serious. I’ve been trying to think of a good time to bring it up, but after your little party stunt, I figured now was better than never. You’re coming home, whether you like it or not.”

You stare at the mutant, fully starting to panic now. Seeing the timer slowly ticking down helped hammer it in, your stomach lurching as your mind starts to shut down. Leo smiles, pulling you into his arms and rubbing your back soothingly, pretending like he wasn’t trying to uproot you from everything you knew. You had 24 hours stuck with him, and 24 hours of him to break you down. You really hoped you could last.

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lumoverheaven · 2 months

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Pretty Pink Bows

Mood board by me! In no way is the image supposed to depict reader, I just put the image to show how her bows were styled/are like

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Joel Miller x fem!plus size!reader

A/n: I’m back with another fic! This was inspired by me actually trying the bow look with ribbon I bought from Walmart- haha! Huge s/o to @romanarose for proofreading! Ilysm 💗💗 This fic was made with game!joel and show!joel in mind! As always constructive criticism is welcome! Enjoy! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 🫶🫶💗💗 (reupload to see if it shows on tags bc tumblr is fucking me hardcore rn.)

Warnings: implied age gap but it isn’t noticeable, blowjob, light bondage, unprotected piv, cream pie, if I missed anything please lmk

W/c: 1.1k+

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When you went out for patrol, you had brought home a spool of reasonably clean pink ribbon and had waited til the next day to try them on. You got ready for the day and took the time to tie the cut long pieces of ribbon into your hair, hoping Joel would like them.. you hoped it didn’t make you look silly or like a pet, but when you looked at yourself in the mirror and you just looked so pretty! You couldn’t wait to show Joel. When you descended the stairs, Joel was already making breakfast. Quietly, you walked in and hugged him from behind making him chuckle.

“Mornin’ sweet girl…” he drawled out as he turned around to embrace you. As he did that, he got a good look at what you were wearing and my god, did you look so sweet and adorable. His mouth went slack and he felt himself grow hard in his jeans.

“Hey..” You whispered as you looked up at him, noting his reaction. You weren’t sure if it was good or bad.

“You okay?” You asked as you let go of him and stepped back.

“Oh baby, ya look so pretty…” he said as he approached, wrapping his arm around your thick waist. He leaned down and gave you a big kiss, the kiss growing more heated as the seconds passed.

Joel’s kiss was a fiery one, his tongue all the way inside your mouth and causing you to moan as you began sucking his tongue. After a while of making out, you both pull away, panting.

“Fuck sweet thing.. I need your pretty lips ‘round my cock. I need ‘ta watch ya suck my dick with those pretty little pink bows ya got on.” Joel said as he twirled his finger around a lock of your hair.

Nodding, you did as he asked and sank to your knees, palming his bulge.

“Fuck pretty girl.. don’ tease now..” He groaned as he clutched onto the back of your head by your hair, careful not to mess up your bows.

You took his throbbing cock out of his jeans and licked the tip. The taste was salty, but it was a taste you could never get tired of. You began to slowly take him into your mouth as you played with his balls.

Joel grunted as he slowly rocked his hips into your mouth, causing you to gag and tear up.

“Fuck me pretty girl.. look so gorgeous chokin’ on my dick..” he grinned wickedly as he held your head still, fist full of your hair as he began fucking your face.

You whined as he got rough with his touch, but the way he fucked your mouth made you so wet you had to squeeze your thick thighs together.

When his climax approached, he pulled out of mouth and came all over your face, making sure to get them in your bows.

He’s panting now, breathless from his release. “Fuckin’ work of art… now go upstairs ‘n get ready f’me. I have plans for ya baby..” when Joel gave you the order you were bolting up the stairs, licking up some of the cum off with excitement. You got rid of your clothes except your panties and pink tank top you had on that matched your bows.

When Joel got upstairs to your shared bedroom he eyed the spool of ribbon on the dresser. With a smirk he grabbed it and cut off a long piece of the ribbon with the jackknife he kept in his pocket at all times. You watched confused but you trusted him.

With the very long piece of ribbon he walked over to the bed. “Put ya hands together baby..” you brought your hands forward and put them together like he instructed. You were his good girl, and always did as he said.

He tied your hands together in a similar fashion as the bows in your hair, making sure they weren’t too tight, and roughly spread your legs open, ripping your panties down your dripping wet thighs.

“You’re such a lil’ tease ya know that? With your pretty lil’ bows, lookin’ so cute and tasty... ya look even tastier with my cum on your pretty lil’ face.” He got on the bed and brought your thighs to rest on his shoulders.

“Gonna eat this pretty lil’ pussy and fuck ya brains out.” All you could do was nod your head as Joel spread you open and began to lick your wet cunt.

Moaning, you squeezed Joel’s head with your pillowy thighs as he ate you out like a man starved. He fucked your hole with tongue as he brought his thumb to toy with your clit.

It took Joel little time to get hard again. He may be old but seeing you like this- so innocent and cute- got him so aroused. He looked up to see you trembling, with your eyes closed, mewling as your hands strained against the ribbon. You came shakily, squishing his head a bit harder with your thighs. He lapped up your juices before he pulled away.

He looked down at his hard cock and stroked himself. “Such a good baby… look at ya, a mess for my cock.. a mess f’me..” he teased, by this point you needed his fat cock to rock your world some more.

You whined “Joel please…” making him chuckle.

“Ight pretty girl.. I hear ya..”

He lined himself up and slowly thrusted into your entrance making you both moan out before he grabbed your plush hips and began thrusting in and out roughly causing you to cry out. With your eyes closed, you’re reduced to a whimpering mess as Joel does what he pleases with your cunt.

He moved his hand to palm your tit as continued to fuck you. “God baby. So good. So fuckin’ good.” He continued to have his way with you till eventually erupted in your pussy. He came with an animalistic grunt and you with a loud moan. After a few seconds of catching your breath, he slowly pulled out and watched how his cum leaked out of your used hole.

Joel moved his thumb to push his cum back in your pussy and when he pulled it out he brought it to your lips. You quickly licked the mixture of his cum and your juices off of his thumb and he watched with such a tenderness in his gaze it made your heart swell.

He whispers in your ear, breath hot against you. “Ya look so pretty with ya bows on baby.. ya should wear ‘em more often..”

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x plus size reader #joel miller x you

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froggyfics · 8 months

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How We Became Strangers

Prequel to Strangers

We used to be close.

Me likely angst :)

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome!

Pairing: Damian Wayne x gn!reader

Theme: Angst

Word Count: 3,410

“Can you talk some sense into him?”

“You’re the only one that can reason with him.”

“He listens to you the most, ya know?”

You used to think it was a compliment when people would recognize your impact on Damian. You were constantly commended for your efforts to tame the wild beast. It used to send a shiver down your spine that felt so good.

But lately, those compliments made your stomach churn. You found yourself gritting your teeth, clenching your hands into a fist, curling your toes – anything to distract you from the pang within.

As childish naivety slipped from your fingers, the blindfold you had on began to slip dangerously. These weren’t compliments. According to the dictionary, a compliment is defined as “a polite expression of praise or admiration”.

Bruce wasn’t complimenting you when you convinced Damian not to pursue case leads by himself. He was simply tired of being the one to discipline his son over and over and over again.

Tim wasn’t complimenting you when you pried Damian off him, preventing an all-out brawl. He was just glad that the fight didn’t become serious enough to invoke a conversation with Bruce.

And Alfred, sweet ol’ Alfred, wasn’t complimenting you when you persuaded Damian to join you for a nighttime excursion around town. He was worked to the bone, and only wanted one night to himself in the manor with minimal distractions.

Their compliments were not compliments. They were transfers of responsibilities. Bless Damian - he was an honorable man, but stuck in his own ways, nonetheless. When you came around, Damian was poached onto you.

And you took that as a form of flattery. You thought it was because everyone understood that you and Damian were two peas in a pod, Bobbsey twins…friends. Best friends. So, it was natural for people to want to hand Damian over to you.

You were so utterly wrong. You simply had the best temperament and the most patience to deal with him. Nothing more, and nothing less. You were his unequivocal buffer to society. No one wanted to take accountability for his actions, so the task was transferred over to you.

“Oh no, he didn’t mean it like that,” you comforted Jason. “He’s just tired from patrol.”

“Please excuse his behavior. He’s had a bad day.” You slid the waitress a large cash tip.

“He does love you! He just has a funny way of showing it,” you said as you comfortingly patted his ex-girlfriend on the back.

Excuses, excuses, excuses. You made so many excuses for him. You were unsure when exactly you fell into this…unique role, but it had become exhausting. You were longer just Damian’s friend - you had become so much more. Too much more. There was not a single word that could encompass the responsibilities that fell upon you. You were his therapist, his lackey, his moral compass, his PR firm, his friend, his supporter, and ultimately, his enabler.

There has no doubt been some extra tension between the two of you recently. You’ve had arguments before, but they used to be few and far between. Lately, your temper flares at a moment’s notice. Your patience runs thin like sand between your fingers. There’s something tickling the back of your throat. There’s something you’ve been meaning to say to Damian, even if it falls on deaf ears.

But you can’t. You’re…scared. It pains you to realize it, but Damian is violent. Not with his fists like he is with criminals. No, not like that at all. He’s violent with his words. They leave invisible scars that are only visible to you. If Damian has taught you anything, it’s that you’re not a strong person. Your mental state is like wet paper, floating on by until it meets the slightest force to rip it into shreds.

You want to say something to him. It’s masochistic to continue living like this. But it feels like barbed wire surrounds your throat every time you attempt to be brave enough to say anything.

It’s just you two out here on the grassy hill. Lately, your mind is a haze of anxiety and self-doubt. But for some strange reason, the night sky brings you and your cognizance a calming synergy. You lay shoulder-to-shoulder, your hands snug underneath your head, facing towards the starry night. Your hand travels from behind your head, stretching upwards, as if you could touch the stars above. It’s peaceful out here. It’s finally a moment of calm between you and Damian, which is much needed after weeks of brewing tension.

Damian’s talking about a fight he had with Tim. You can hear his garbled voice in your ear, but your ringing ears mask most of the conversation.

“He said I needed therapy,” he scoffs. “Like I haven’t heard that before.”

Your head rips to the side. Damian copies your movement to return your gaze.

“Do you?”

“Do I what?”

You gulp nervously. “Need therapy. Do you…need therapy?”

“No,” he sneers. He lets out a taut chuckle. “I’m not crazy.”

You say absolutely nothing and continue to stargaze. You wonder what it would be like to be there – up there – and not down here. Not with Damian. Not even with yourself. Just…outside of it all. Outside of responsibilities. Outside of loyalties.

You can sense Damian’s change in position. His once relaxed position is exchanged for a rigid, upright one. He’s still seated, but hovers over you. His eyes are sharply boring into your face.

The alarm bells start to ring in your head. Panic arises from your stomach and burns into your esophagus. You did something wrong. You said something wrong. What did you do wrong this time?

“Do you think I need therapy?”

Oh, no. Not this question. Anything, but this question. Has your mouth ever been this dry before?

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” you finally reply. Yeah, that’s a good response. Because it truly doesn’t matter what you think. Not to Damian, at least.

“Yes, it does,” he sharply corrects.

“Damian, please, not tonight,” you groan. You mimic him by shifting your body into a seated position. “Let’s just relax.”

A few seconds pass before he replies. “I don’t need therapy,” he emphasizes.

Yes, you freaking do. But you don’t say that. At least not out loud. Your face on the other hand, reveals your innermost thoughts.

He looks out into the distance. He wants to see anything, but your face.

“Damian, look,” you reach out to him, but he pulls back. The rejection leaves your hands burning, so you twiddle your fingers on your shirt instead. Your hands twist the cotton fabric, but despite his rebuff, you’d rather touch his scarred hands instead. “I’m not saying that you’re crazy. Alright? Going to therapy doesn’t mean that at all.”

“Might as well,” he interjects.

“No, Damian! Look, I love you. And because I love you, I have to say this. You asked what I thought earlier, and…” You trail off, unaware of how to finish the sentence. “I just think therapy would be good for you.”

“Damian,” you whisper as his silence greets you. You breathe in every molecule of air around you to gather the courage. “I’ve been going to therapy myself recently and it’s been help –“

“Therapy?” Damian whips his head towards you so quickly, an audible – POP! – resounds in the air from his neck joints. “Is everything alright with you?”

His concern with your wellbeing makes your beam internally. This is how Damian shows his love and affection. It’s short and simple, but oh, so sweet. It’s the little crumbs that he gave you that kept you coming back for more.

“I’m fine, Damian.” You hold your hands to your chest for emphasis until you realize the dishonesty in your statement. Your hands drop into your lap. “Actually, I’m not. I’ve been dealing with some intense anxiety lately. Ya know, ‘catastrophizing’ or whatever my therapist calls it.”

Damian motions for you to continue. “I’m just really struggling.” Your voice quivers and you’re teetering on an emotional breakdown. “It’s honestly really hard. The panic attacks that I have sometimes…it feels like I’m dying in that moment.” A tear drops onto your hand, but you can’t even feel it. Your limbs are slowly turning numb, and your anxiety pushes outwards to become the center of your world.

Damian’s voice chips at your withdrawal. He says your name and you ask him to repeat himself.

“What happened?” he grabs your hands tightly, protecting them from whatever forces that dare try to harm you. “Did something happen?”

You squeeze his hands to ground yourself. Talking about your mental health was new, even for you. But this is Damian, and if there is anyone you should talk to about it, it’s with him.

“I – I’m not sure,” you admit. “I can’t pinpoint where it all began. I just know that it’s this overwhelming feeling that I get. Like I can’t breathe.” You look up at Damian to stare into his mossy colored eyes. “My chest would burn, my stomach will twist into knots…my sleep schedule just goes out the window!”

You shake your head to clear your thoughts. What were you talking about? Therapy for Damian, right.

“All I’m saying is that it’s really helped me so far. With my anxiety. And I think it would help you, too. You have a lot of unresolved trauma from your childhood and even now. I mean, pummeling people’s heads in every night can’t be great for your mental health! Right?”

Damian yanks his hands away from yours in a fury. “I don’t need therapy.”

You smack your forehead with your hand. This is so typical. He’s so bullheaded that he refuses to be told what to do, even if it might be beneficial for him.

“I’m not your mother, but –“

“You sure as hell aren’t,” he mutters under his breath.

“ – I can’t continue like this with you. You’re always looking for a fight or an argument. Why can’t you accept that you need help?”

“I don’t need help!” His tone becomes increasingly more strained.

“Yes, you do! Everyone needs help, sometimes.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not you.” He stands up and pats his body down to rid himself of dirt and grass. “I don’t need to run to my little therapist after my order comes out wrong at a restaurant or – or – or when my boss doesn’t let me leave five minutes early. I can handle myself.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” You stand yourself and puff your chest out. Your primal instinct to fight, flight, or freeze clearly chooses fight. You’re unsure why, as Damian could easily break you.

“You heard me.” He looks up and down in disdain.

It was as if someone poured ice cold water on you. The chill of your anger froze every inch of your body. You couldn’t shiver even if you wanted to.

“You’re being mean, Damian,” you grit. Your teeth grind together, barely opening your mouth to speak to him.

He rolls his eyes. “Maybe you’re just being too sensitive. I hope you and your therapist talk about me the next time you go.”

“You’re insufferable.” The nerve signals from your brain begin firing again. You move way too quickly, grabbing your personal items off the ground and walking away. Your head spins at just how fast you’re going, but you can’t bare to spend another second in his presence.

You make it a few steps away before a hand grabs your upper arm. You spin to face Damian, again, so quickly that your world seems out of focus until you concentrate on his green eyes.

“Stop. Let’s just forget about all this.”

You violently shake your head. It’s too much. He’s too much. “No, Damian. Absolutely not. I have been belittled, disrespected, and humiliated by you for far too long.” You point an accusatory finger at him and step forward until it indents his shirt.

He faintly calls your name, but you’re too far gone. Years of resentment has infected you until the pus could no longer be contained by your body. It oozes out as you look at him with fiery eyes and speak to him with a sharp tongue.

“You treat me like garbage when all I’ve ever done is love you!”

“I love you, too,” he insists, stepping towards you, driving your fingernail through his shirt and practically into his skin.

“I know you love me! Trust me, I know you do. Which is why it hurts even more. How can you love me and still hurt me like this? Why is this so easy for you?”

He pouts like a child, and if this was any other moment, you would comment on how cute he looked. This would be despite his insistence that he cannot be cute and instead should be referred to as “handsome”.

“I don’t know where all this is coming from,” he inquiries. “We were fine just ten minutes ago.”

“We haven’t been fine in a long, long time,” you seethe. “The way you speak to me…it’s just unbelievable. Everything I do or say is criticized. I can never be right about anything. It hurts to even be around you sometimes. It hurts to even breathe.”

You’re definitely crying. You can feel the tears pouring down your face, but your voice has never been so steady. The pang in your heart is so evident that you can practically feel it bleeding out.

Your chest heaves due to your incensed speech. This was a first. Sure, you’ve had fights with him before, but never like this. Your own anger surprised you. The feelings that swirled inside you were unfamiliar – was that hatred you felt? You weren’t sure if the hatred was directed to Damian or to yourself. Perhaps both.

He reaches out to you. His arms are ready to engulf you and save you from yourself. But this time, you know better. You can see the mirage in front of you.

“You need help,” you reiterate. “I can’t hold your hand any longer.”

His rescinds his arms quickly and throws his arms in the air dramatically. You scoff at his theatrical display. Damian has been known for his stoicism, but you knew he was quite melodramatic at his core. “You know what? Fine!”

“Fine!” you bite back.

“Fine!”

“Fin – you know what.” He paces back and forth with his hands on his hips. “I don’t need this.” He throws his hand up to silence you when you attempt to reply. “And I don’t need you.”

For a moment, you think a thunderstorm has rolled around, but you soon realize that the booming sound is coming from your own head in the form of a headache. The energy is zapped out of you suddenly and you can feel your genuine tiredness start to creep in.

I don’t need you.

His voice echoes in your head. You dryly laugh at his proclamation. “You don’t need me? Ha, nice joke. Real good one, Damian. You sure sounded like you needed me at that gala your dad dragged you to. The one where you begged me stay so that you could have company the entire night.”

Damian turns around with a shake of his head, but you’re not done with him. “What about when there’s nothing to do on patrol and you call me ‘cuz you’re bored? Huh?” You step around to face him again.

It’s ironic that for someone who faced supervillains and low-life criminals every night, Damian sure was intimidated by your confrontation.

“Ooh, how about when you cried in my arms when you saw Tim nearly bleed to death? Hmm? You sure looked like you needed me then.”

There was no escaping your cutthroat stare and your steely words. Every word you spoke felt like a ton of bricks dropped off your shoulder to make room for your confidence.

“So, tell me again, Damian. Look me in my eyes and tell me that you don’t need me.”

You’re somewhat shocked when he complies. He looks at you with the sweetest doe-eyes you’ve ever see. You don’t think you’ve ever been more intimately connected to him than in that moment. Despite the tension and the fury and the sadness of it all, you see him.

Damian Wayne: the son of two dueling personalities, balancing two difference legacies on his shoulders. The only Robin who still hasn’t figured out how to escape the Robin persona. If that’s even what he wants to do. The boy who has so many role models to look up to – Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Jason, yes, even Tim, Stephanie, Cassandra – but can’t see the good in himself like he sees in others. The child who can’t seem to break through the glass ceiling that he installed for himself in an attempt to surpass the superheroes that came before him. He’s sensitive and insecure in the most intense ways possible. He's human, despite his attempts to turn off his humanity.

And in a flash, the mask pulls up again. His emotions are replaced with an indifferent expression. The Damian that the rest of the world sees comes alive in that moment. It terrifies you at just how quickly he could put up a front. You used to think he had only one another persona – Robin, but watching him now, you see that he had more than one. There was Damian, and then there was the Damian that the world had become accustomed to.

He opens his mouth and his lips curl upwards mockingly. “I…”

Oh, no. You were in for it now.

“Don’t…”

Please don’t, you pleaded. You were silent, but you were hoping that your eyes would express everything for you.

“Need…”

Your eyes widen exponentially. You were simply challenging Damian, kind of how an amateur athlete defies an experienced one. It was just for the experience, but now, you were about to be humbled.

“You.”

The stars bear witness to his cruelty. If they were living creatures, they’d probably shed a tear for you. But unluckily for you, there was no one to share your hurt and disappointment with. Unfortunately, that was all reserved for you.

Well, I need you, you wanted to say. You wanted to scream it at him! I can’t live without you, you wanted to declare.

Although - it was getting kind of late. You just didn’t have it in you to continue the conversation. Your eyelids drooped dangerously low in exhaustion. Fighting with Damian was a subscription that you wanted to cancel, but could only be done in the messiest way possible.

You hold your hands up in defeat. If you had a white flag, you’d have waved it prominently. He didn’t try to stop you this time when you drifted away. You weren’t sure if you even wanted him to, but it still hurt, nonetheless.

You can’t even remember how you made it home before stumbling into your room. Your bedtime routine was ignored for the comfort of your bed.

Who are you without this man? Who are you without all this hurt? What was Damian to you now? You were unsure of how to answer these questions, but for now, you chose to close your eyes to escape your reality.

Your body begins to float as it drifts deeper into sleep, dreaming of a familiar stranger with dark black hair and enchanting green eyes. You couldn't escape his grasp on you, even if you tried.

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tswaney17 · 8 months

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A Hundred Lifetimes, A Hundred Worlds, I'd Choose You - Part 1

Don't even ask me what's going on. I'm still figuring this mess out. I wrote a handful of fics that somehow can go together. So, here we are. The first fic of @elainarcheronweek. 💕 Huge thanks to @duskwhisperer for sending me the prompt idea. 🫶

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Credit to @nikethestatue for Elain's nickname, Petal. 😘

Trigger warnings: None (I think)

Word Count: 2,599

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Elain was sitting at the rod-iron table in the Townhouse garden, enjoying her morning cup of tea while basking in the golden rays of the beautiful sunrise. She brought the steaming mug to her lips, sipping the liquid and savoring how it warmed her from the inside out.

A shawl was draped over her shoulders, lips pressing to her cheek, flushed pink from the cool air. “Good morning, my love.” His voice was always huskier in the earlier hours of the day. Scarred fingers gripped her, massaging the tender spots on her back. “It’s chilly this morning.” He always did this, always took care of her, bringing out something warm to wrap around her because he knew she got cold easily but enjoyed the fresh air too much to not sit outside.

She tipped her head back, inviting him to kiss her properly. “Good morning,” she breathed against his mouth. “How’d you sleep?”

“Always better when you’re next to me,” he admitted, leaning down to kiss her again.

Azriel had been gone on a week-long mission, only having returned late the previous evening. They had spent the night making up for lost time, finally falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning before dawn. Elain knew he didn’t sleep much while out on his missions and didn’t wake him when she rose to begin her first batch of pastries for the day.

He settled in the chair next to hers, clasping her hand in his large, warm one. Azriel always joined her in the mornings for tea. Sometimes they shared breakfast together if they were hungry. He often brought food out for her if she was enjoying the fresh air. It was just a simple, domestic moment together, where they enjoyed each other’s company and discussed what the day entailed for them. Elain truly loved sharing them with him.

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keep-calm-and-drink-caf · 6 months

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Cuddles and Khakhra

A Pavitr oneshot

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar (Spider-Man India) x Indian!Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: No use of (Y/N), reader gets their period, use of pads, reader’s mood is kind of all over the place, and the rest is fluffy stuff like kisses, cuddling etc!

A/N: This is one of my first times properly writing from scratch in a little while since I’ve had so much homework and assignments and stuff, but enjoy ☺️

As always any constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated! 🫶

The Hindi in this is probably quite flawed since it’s been a while since I properly spoke it and I was never that good at Hindi but I tried my best lol. I would have liked to do Marathi because Mumbattan (Mumbai) but I don’t know Marathi and I don’t really want to use a translator

I’m not very sure about the poojas (basically rituals, usually prayer-related) that some people do when they have their period, and whether it’s sometimes a monthly thing or not, but when I was a child I never had any done after the first time

Reader uses pads because tampons are scary

Huge thank you to @hobiebrownismygod for the tips for writing Pav’s character!! 💙

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You knew something was off the moment you woke up with a metallic taste in your mouth and an ache all over your body that made it feel like a valley was being carved straight through your nerves. Upon seeing the damage done to your bedsheets, the blood seeping into the white fabric everywhere, you grumbled to yourself softly and reached over to your bedside drawer for a pad, dragging your sore limbs out of bed and to the bathroom.

Once you got out of the bathroom, sitting on the floor against your bed and battling a cramp that was just about beginning to throb painfully, you contemplated calling your mother. A glance at the clock ruled out that possibility, though. It was 7:00 am. Both your parents would definitely be asleep downstairs, and very, very grumpy should you wake them up for something that you could definitely handle yourself, despite how tired you were starting to feel. You stripped the stained sheets off the bed, replacing them with clean ones from the cupboard and putting the soiled ones in the bathroom to clean up just a little later once the initial fatigue wore off. You went back and lay on your bed, staring up at the ceiling blankly.

No sooner than you had gathered the strength to go get a painkiller than your phone rang, obnoxiously loud for the relatively early hour. You grabbed it, glancing at the name of the caller on the top of the screen, relaxing slightly with a soft sigh when you saw who it was.

“Good morning, mera pyaar!” God, how was he always so cheerful? It seemed even at 7am on a Sunday morning he was out of bed and fully awake.

“Yeah, hi, Pav.” You pressed the phone against your ear as you rummaged around in your drawer for an advil, silently cursing your reluctance to sort through the mess of pens, papers, and random knick-knacks that had begun to accumulate over time.

“You sound tired. What happened? Are you okay?” His tone immediately took on a note of worry, and through your haze of steady, throbbing pain you felt your heart warm at his concern.

“Check your calendar.”

You could hear rustling at the other end of the line as he moved towards his wall. You could picture the adorable little scrunch between his eyebrows he did whenever he was trying to figure something out, his eyes trailing the events marked on the pages in his scrawled but somehow neat handwriting. Finally he found what you were waiting for and you could hear him inhale sharply.

“Oh, meri jaan. It it… that time?” At the end of his sentence his voice became hushed, the caution in his tone making you chuckle softly. You finally found an advil, swallowing it and hoping that it would kick in sooner than later.

“Arrey, don’t sound so surprised. You were there last month as well, remember? And the month before that.”

“It happens every month for the whole year?“

Your tired sigh at your end quickly shut him up. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll swing by and I’ll even get you a snack, okay? Just sit tight.”

“Wait, Pav, I’m not so sure that’s—” You were interrupted by him hanging up on you, no doubt already on his way. You tiptoed to the door, resting your ear against the wood to see if your parents were up. A light, barely audible snore told you that that wasn’t the case. You were just about to head back to bed when you heard the window click open, someone landing on the ground in a crouch.

You panicked and threw the first thing you could reach, which turned out to be an empty laundry basket. It landed smack dab on the unknown person’s head, knocking them backwards a few inches with the force of the throw, eliciting a small groan of pain.

“Ow. What was that for?”

“Pav?”

“Of course it’s me, who else would jump through your window?” He took the laundry basket and set it down in the corner, giving you a small bow. He was dressed in his suit, which might have aroused some suspicion when he was on his way here, but you were just happy that he had come. He pulled off his Spider-Man mask, running a hand through that annoyingly perfect hair of his with a sunshiny grin at you.

“What were you thinking?” You chided him, taking the laundry basket and putting it back where it was supposed to be. “You scared me, Pav. You could’ve just come through the front door. I would’ve let you in.”

“I did say I would swing by,” Pavitr joked, holding out a paper bag almost like a peace offering. A frosty glare from you prompted him to give you a rather nervous smile. “Fine, you’re right, that joke was kind of terrible. But this is good, I promise. You’ve had khakhra before, haven’t you? I asked Maya Aunty, she said crunchy snacks are good for cravings.”

“I’m not entirely sure that’s true for everyone,” You pointed out, but you took the bag from him, gently squeezing his hand in gratitude. He sat down with his back against your wall under the window, patting the floor next to him as an invitation. You followed suit, allowing him to wrap an arm around you, pulling you into his side.

“Meri jaan? Can I ask you a question?” His voice interrupted the peaceful stillness of the moment as you struggled to tear open the plastic wrapper of the khakhra, your nails just not finding purchase on the slippery material.

“Of course, Pav, what’s up?” You gave up with your nails and instead slotted the packet between your teeth, succeeding in ripping only a tiny fraction. You were beginning to feel frustrated, not to mention hungry.

“Is this whole thing kind of like… you becoming a ketchup packet for a week?”

Your teeth finally ripped through the khakhra packet, the thin, crunchy discs spilling out and falling all over your lap as you looked at him in surprise.

“Aapne mujhe kya kaha tha?” (What did you call me) You had no idea whether to be shocked, amused or just plain outraged. You were leaning more toward the last option, though, and it clearly showed on your face. Pavitr quickly realized his mistake and held his hands up in surrender.

“Main bas to majaak kar raha hoon. I’m kidding, I promise.” (I’m just kidding)

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” You grumbled. He chuckled at your grumpiness, bringing you closer into his side again. Despite your wish to be at least a little bit annoyed at him, you ended up resting your head on his shoulder, vaguely wondering how someone could be so warm, both physically and emotionally. In all senses, he really was a ray of sunshine.

“Bhale hee aap ek ketchup packet the, aap ek sundar hojaega.” (Even if you were a ketchup packet, you’d be a beautiful one)

You whacked his arm lightly, trying your best to suppress a smile at that. “No more ketchup packet jokes. Or you’re not getting any khakhra.”

To emphasise your point, you gathered the flaky discs back into the ripped plastic wrapper, taking a bite out of it and relishing the crunch followed by the cracker-like salty taste.

“Mmm, it’s so amazing and so tasty. It would be a shame to not get any, but then again, more for me—” You cut yourself off with a laugh at Pavitr’s imploring puppy eyes looking down at you. “Fine, here you go.”

You plopped the packet on his lap, and for a while you both silently ate together, very nearly finishing the packet. Once you finished eating, no longer hungry, you gave a silent thanks that the advil was still working, warding off any cramps that were threatening to ruin your mood.

“Did it hurt?”

You turned your head to look at Pavitr, your eyes narrowing suspiciously, but he just gave you that same goofy grin. You had a feeling you knew where this was going, but with a sigh you decided to humour him. “Did what hurt?”

“When you fell from heaven.”

The way he delivered that line in a deeper voice than his own, waggling his eyebrows at you made you giggle softly, and his grin grew even wider. “Really?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “Of all the lines you know, you really went with that one?”

“Hey, at least it’s not a ketchup packet joke.”

“Stop talking or I’ll throw something at you,” You warned, the amused glimmer in your eye and the fact that you were nestled so close against him telling him that the threat definitely wasn’t serious. You glanced at the brightening sky, suddenly remembering something. “Hang on, did you drop everything for me? Don’t you have to go be Spider-Man? Aren’t you supposed to be busy?”

Pavitr shook his head, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I have time. Besides, my spider-senses will tell me if there’s anything urgent. I’m never too busy for my ke—”

“Don’t say it.”

He laughed softly, squeezing your shoulder with the arm that was wrapped around you.

“My girl. I’m never too busy for my girl.”

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Translations:

Meri jaan - My light / My life

Mera pyaar - My love

Arrey / Arre - Hey!

Khakhra is a large, thin cracker made from wheat flour and moth bean that is a Gujarati breakfast or tea-time snack. I know it’s Gujarati, but I’m quite sure it’s found everywhere else as well :)

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yourroyalhoneyness · 10 months

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Just let me love you …alright

Tags: Fluff, Light, Romantic, slight nsfw if u look closely, writing errors, some angst I guess

Summary: it's has been almost a year and in that time. Noah and Mirage have gained feelings for one another. Mirage makes known his feelings and has implied them by dropping many hints. Noah on the other hand doesn't always take the advancement of mirage. But would love to be with the mech. However, is a fear of what may happens if he is miss reading things right.But Mirage is determined to be by Noah’s side. But is Noah ready to take this leap of faith like the ones before? And start something more than the friendship they possess.

Mirage is a big flirt and also possessive of his human crush. but will back off when told to However it is not for long. But will push some boundaries

Basically, best bros in love

Excuse the long delay. Along with the same writing and, spelling errors if there are any. I may try doing these more frequently. Also Along with some ask and request. They are welcome. I Will get try to respond to all of them. However, it is not guaranteed that I will. Same with me staying consistent in story, character, fandom, and writing style. I will also be posting my art, news, and more stories /fics. First story yay. Still learning how to write and find My writing style. Would appreciate some tips and advice on how to improve in the future. Gentle Constructive Criticism, please. So that is all for now. Hope you u guys like ❤️.

Mirage was annoyed. Which was odd cause, he did most of the annoying toward Noah. Not the other way around.

Why was Mirage annoyed with Noah? Well, it was because of his human companion. Has recently been avoiding him a lot lately. But most of the time they are in the same place with the same people. And Noah somehow still finds any way to avoid him. For example, he would spend more time with work in the garage fixing other people's things. And on missions with the Gi.Joe agents and the Autobot, Along with spending time with Noah's family. Yet somehow even spending time with the same people, in the same space. The small human in some way managed to keep his distance from Mirage.

It has been at least a year. Since, the almost invasion of Unicron and fought against the terrcons. Since then they had gotten close. Not as close as Mirage would have liked. But they had grown their relationship. To have an opportunity to be more, Than friends more the boys. At least that is what Mirage thought.

Until his so-called best ‘friend’ started avoiding him like the damen Cosmic Rust. He misses spending time with his human.

He has noticed a change between himself and the other. Going from getting closer to one another.To feel like strangers again. It was the most annoying thing in Mirage's life.

Usually, the two of them chat on their nightly drives. And chat as in Mirage flirting with Noah. And Noah tries to not get flustered along with trying to talk about something else, and sometimes Noah throws back a bit of his charm.

It has been a few weeks since they have been on a is acceptable nightly Drive whether they were talking or not.

He wants to be more for Noah than just to be his friend. More than best friend even. He wants more of his attention and his time. And wants to do the same for Noah and so much more. The mech gladly do so much more if the small human asked him so.

Don't give Mirage wrong he loves to talk, but with Noah it's different. A lot of things were different whit, Noah, not only because them being from two different worlds. Literally. But he felt comply differently with Noah than any other person.

Mainly more different from any topical crash that Mirage has ever had.

****

Noah was fixing a neighbor's car that was brought in. Earlier, this morning, and has yet to be removed from the task. Said, a neighbor was being a bit handy and too close to Noah. When bringing in her car. Mirage was fighting to keep his engine from growling loudly. Especially when she gave her opinion of Mirage's alt mode. Now that in general would be the thing to get to him. But no it was the way she was interacting. mostly her just flirting with Noah.

Noah didn't seem to mind or even notice that factor. But the silver mech did. That was another reason why he was annoyed with the small human.

Mirage was in his root mode. On his side of the shared garage arms crossed and pouting. watch Noah working on his talent. Putting more of his weight against the wall to meet it. Changing his posture to a different one of his more relaxed ones.

“Bud, you need to give that handsome head of yours a break,” Mirage suggested

Noah didn't turn his attention from the car he was working on.

“Not now I’m basically almost finished with this car.”

Mirage caught Noah's tone sounding slightly...vex.Oh, now this gave a reason to get Noah out. And the silver mech just how. “Come on sweetheart you and I both need to get out of this garage. Also, you have been working non-stop since this morning and it's almost midnight.”

Noah knew Mirages was right it's has been a while since they'd been on night drives. He understood been avoiding his friend for a while but he had a reason. He knows that the silver Bot had a point. Along with being right he and Mirage had to get out of the garage at some point. Also having to stop avoiding the mech, and talk to him eventually about it too.

Mirage always found a way for him not to say no to him. Knowing the mech also needs to get out, Noah did indeed very much need a break right now.

Slumping forward slightly smiling, signing turning to meet Mirage's gaze. “Let me get my jacket and clean up real quick k.”Fighting a smile as wide as Mirage was.

****

The drive was silent. Silents that they knew had to be broken at some point

But something played in the back of his mind even now. Something like a lack of certainty, or doubt. The Porshe had something also on his mind and knew something was going on in Noah’s head also. And he wanted to get down to it and find out if it was maybe the reason why Noah was avoiding him too.

“Hey, sweetheart is there something on your mind you want to talk about, don't lie to me.” It was stated as more of a statement than a question.

Mirage had a way that made Noah's heart flutter whenever called him a pet name especially when saying it in such a charming tone.

Noah knew he can not dodge it and he didn't want to lie about it. It made his stomach churn. Just thinking about it. Mirage could sense he needs a min and perhaps even give him a slight push too.

“How about I go first...hm, is that ok with you bud.”

“Ok, yeah...sure,” Noah answered. he don't let it show, but he could help but feel his flutter with hope. Still, Noah had doubts.

They stopped at a secluded Cliff looking towards the outskirts of the city. Noah jumped out. So, Mirage could change back to his root mode. Sitting down far from the edge. Then place the small human in his lap. So they would meet each other gaze. Smirking at the sight of the flustered look on Noah. Also making sure to place one of his arms around his waist mostly to keep Noah from falling...or escaping.

“I like you, no, that's not right Noah I love you, and have been wanting to tell you for such a long time but...if you don't want me then anything more than friends. We will, I will forget ever had this conversation...alright.” Mirage feels a weight lifted from his shoulders. But he knows Noah feels the same but if he tells him that he just wants to be friends and doesn't have the same. Then that, that. However, the look on Noah’s said that Mirage was mostly right about Noah having the same feelings. Though there was something else. That looked like... doubt.

Noah was not sure if this was a dream or not. Mirage love...him.

"You love me?"

"Yes, you there no one else here. Or that I love like you."Bring his servo to place toward Noah's head. Having a Smile worth a million Watts. Look at him like he was the most precious thing in his life.

Noah still has a hard time believing every. Why him? "But why me?"

"What do mean by why you? Noah why not you!?" Mirage kind of felt offended by that statement. What did he not make obvious that he had feelings for Noah? He was almost taken aback. Still grinning but had a slight hint of concern.

Noah still struggling to get that Mirage means every word he was saying. He loves Noah. Out of anyone he chose him. He felt his heart for flutter just at the thought but still had the same thought playing in the back of his head.

"Mirage you can have anyone else in the world hell even in the Univers. I am just some guy. In a world that doesn't even comprehend a relationship that we may have. You can do so much better than me." He paused looking back at Mirage noticing a different expression. He's heard stories from him and the other Autobots about them being able to be in the same-sex relationship on Cybertron and it saw as the norm. But on Earth is different not everyone can comprehend a relationship ,like that let alone one with both a human and a Cybertronian both presented as male.

Noah lowered his head look down. He felt like he wanted to scream and cry. But Mirage was having nuh of that. Left his head, bringing him close than ever before. Still have that amazing smile that Noah had always loved.

Noah couldn't help but lean into the touch.

"I love you, I want you, and only you. Because no one likes you. I don't want better when I already have the best. You are amazing and when we are together. I don't feel like that around anyone else only you. And when we are together we're both even more awesome. I don't want anyone else. I want you and only you. I don't care what others have to say about it. And if my sappy speech doesn't convince you otherwise yes. Guss I just going to have to show you." If Mirage had to put in neon signs no one understand that .he gladly did whatever but there is no one like no one that got with his rhythm so fast no one sees ever felt this. particular way until he met Noah.

Noah felt almost beat out of his chest. This was real and Mirage meant every word. He closed the space between his and Mirage's lips.

Mirage doesn't hesitate to start moving his lip plate in sync with Noah's lips.

Then parted from each other. Mirage had to fight not to chase Noah's lip to reconnect them back together.

Then Noah spoke, "Are you sure it's me you want?" He just to make sure one more time that this was real and that this was actually.

"Noah yes, I'm sure you are my boy. My best friend. You made me whole. Fuck you have been inside me. Noah no joke I love you, and have no intention of letting you go." Resting his head lightly on top of Noah's bringing their head foreheads together.

Noah gave a slight giggle "I love you too much. Rj"

"Good, Oh and Noah"

"Yes, mi amor."

Ok, That did something to Mirage's Spark.

"Don't ever purposely try avoiding me ever again trust me you will regret it next time"

Noah couldn't help to suppress his laugh. But did promise he would never do that again.

The end

Or is it?

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itsphoenix0724 · 10 months

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Falling Stars (Azriel x Reader)

Summary: Az feels like his throat is closing when he sees you in your Starfall dress, and he can't seem to get a word out to you. At least, until you're both more than a few drinks in.

Warnings: SMUT, semi-public sex, alcohol consumption

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Hello everyone! This is not my best work so I apologize, but I tried to really focus on the dialogue in this one. I hope you enjoy it regardless! Also if anyone wanted to submit any ideas/suggestions of what they would like to see more of my ask box is always open. As always constructive criticism is welcome.

Azriel was going to die.

You looked mesmerizing in your Starfall dress. The blue silk bodice hugged your figure just right, and delicate blue lace made up the bottom layered in tiers that matched the strips that fell off of your shoulders. Your leg peaked out of the high slit, and some of your hair was swept up behind you with combs encrusted with sapphire and diamond. You looked like a goddess of old, wrapped in starlight, and gracing unworthy mortals with your presence.

He was convinced you were trying to kill him.

Azriel had wanted to drop to his knees and worship you, or at the very least tell you he thought you looked beautiful. He actually thought beautiful was too simple of a word to describe you. However, when you made eye contact with him across the room his throat felt like it was closing in. The only thing he had been able to do was send you a tight smile and a nod before throwing back the rest of his liquor and refilling the glass. He didn’t know why he couldn’t talk to you tonight–the two of you could talk for hours. Watching your face fall at his piss-poor greeting felt like another stab to his already weak heart. You had moved to mingle around the party, and the number of male eyes on you only had him shooting back more liquor and sulking in the corner.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

This was not going as you planned.

Mor had sat with you for hours selecting a dress designed to bring Az to his knees. You had chosen this dress not only because it made you feel confident, but because you thought Az would love it.

You picked his exact shade of blue after all.

You had walked into the party with the grace of a queen, and the confidence that you could bring a kingdom to its knees. But the only thing Az did was send you a forced smile and then run off and hide.

Mor had tried to reassure you–she said Az always got weird during parties. Something about there being too many people, but he seemed to be socializing just fine.

For some reason, he was giving you the cold shoulder.

You could feel the confidence dwindling and poured yourself shots of the strongest liquor you could find. Fine, you decided, two could play this game. If he was going to pretend you didn’t exist you could do the exact same thing.

You made your way to Cassian and Nesta, looped arm in arm with Mor, determined to have a good time. Cassian let out a loud wolf-whistle and Nesta smacked him on the arm blocking him on his path to hug you first before wrapping you in her arms. Drinks were poured for the four of you and you celebrated the falling stars the best way you knew how.

Getting rip-roaringly drunk and enjoying the time with your friends.

Hours passed, and the buzzing feeling in your head was getting significantly stronger. Everything tingled from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes, and almost everything someone said to you seemed hilarious. You had danced practically the whole night and had kicked off your heels about half an hour ago. Still, no matter what you did you couldn’t shake the feeling of the Shadowsinger’s cold shoulder all night. You had caught his shadows swirling around your ankles multiple times before they slunk away like disciplined children crawling back to their master. The fact that he was standing in the corner watching you but still hadn’t said anything to you was infuriating.

You wanted some kind of reaction from him tonight, and you’d be damned if you didn’t get one.

You had decided enough was enough, and worked your way through the crowd before coming to a stop directly in front of Az himself.

He truly was a gorgeous male. He wore a black silk shirt with the top couple of buttons undone and simple back trousers. His hair wasn’t as messy as usual like he had styled it a little, but it was still falling into his eyes. Two blue siphons were still strapped to the back of his hands.

“Well,” You started, plucking the glass of whiskey out of his hands before draining the rest of the contents. Molten gold eyes tracked the movement of your throat, and a small flush rose to the tips of his ears. You realized you had your opening as you moved to further crowd his space, “have you been enjoying Starfall by yourself in this corner.”

Az seemed slightly stunned. You weren’t normally this bold and straightforward. You always spoke with a quiet calming voice, but now there was a bite behind your words.

“I’ve been enjoying the party.” He murmured back to you, trying very hard to keep his eyes trained on your face so they wouldn’t dip to your chest.

That endeavor failed very quickly.

His eyes trailed down to your cleavage and all he could think about was licking away the sheen from the party that appeared on your skin. When he saw the smirk on your face he immediately knew he had been caught looking.

“Why have you been ignoring me all night?” The buzz you were experiencing felt like straight courage running through your veins. You wanted answers out of the male standing in front of you.

You were going to get them too.

Azriel attempts to smother the guilty look on his face, but you catch it anyway as his eyes drift back down to the floor. “If I’ve done something to upset you, you should just tell me instead of ignoring me. You’re a grown male-act like it.” Az has it in him to at least look alarmed, eyes jumping straight back up to your face. This is not at all how he wanted this night to go. He shakes his head at you, before hearing the music dip to a low waltz. He musters up all the courage he wishes he had at the beginning of the night,

“You haven’t done anything. I’ve been an immature male all night, please, let me make it up to you.” The Spymaster extends his hand to you and you eye it for a moment intending to leave him hanging in suspense. After letting him squirm you accept his hand and he leads you onto the dance floor. The music isn’t much of a dance song, more designed to be a slow sway than an elaborate waltz. Azriel draws you close to him, one warm strong hand resting on the small of your back, and the other holding your hand leading you into the music. When you two fall into a comfortable rhythm he leans down to whisper in your ear. “You look exquisite by the way.” Az enjoys the bashful look that crosses your face and the light blush that dusts your cheeks.

“Thank you,” you hum–the close proximity to him almost makes you feel drunker, “so..are you going to tell me why you’ve been brooding all night.” You offer him a small smile, you won’t pressure him to talk but you want to know. You find you have your answer when Azriel’s stare rakes hungrily over your figure. “Oh. I see.” You can’t help but send a sultry look up at the Shadowsinger.

You’ve caught your prey, you think you’ve earned the right to toy with it a little.

“Perhaps I’m being selfish and imagining you wore this shade of blue just for me.” Azriel’s hand drops from yours, moving to join the other around your waist as yours loop around his neck. You look up at Azriel from under your eyelashes and his intestines feel like they’re tying themselves into knots.

“I think your ego might need a bit of a check spymaster,” you reach down, drawing one of his hands up the curve of your waist and over your breast before stopping to rest it over your fluttering heart. His eyes almost devour you as you move his hand, pupils going dark with desire. The blue siphon is in perfect alignment with the neckline of your dress, and Az can not stop staring. “Although I must say, they are a perfect match.” Your admission feels like an electric shock straight to Azriel’s bones.

Everything in his body locks like a lion waiting to pounce.

You meet his eyes and something charged runs through the both of you. You both know what you want, and the heated gaze Azriel levels at you already has a wetness pooling between your legs.

When Az’s eyes dart to the door leading out of the ballroom in question, you only nod in answer.

His hand on your back as he guides you out feels like a hot brand against your skin. Azriel leads you into a small bathroom in the hallway, and the minute the door closes behind you both he has you pinned flush against the door. You feel like all the air has been sucked out of the room as you and Azriel stare at each other. You feel one of his hands train up your exposed leg before you hear the click of the lock for the bathroom door. He drops his head to press kisses against your thundering pulse, and you can feel his nose brushing against the curve of your jaw.

“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all night,” Az growls into your ear, one hand firmly planted on the curve of your ass.

The hard thing pressing against your thigh tells you exactly what you’ve been doing to him all night.

You don’t feel like waiting anymore and drag his lips down to meet yours in a heated kiss. He tastes like bourbon and night-kissed air. It’s addicting. Strong hands wrap around your waist and give a firm squeeze to your ass that makes you gasp out a moan. He uses this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your whole body feels like it’s dissolving under his touch as you reach for his belt, the only thing on your mind was getting him out of his pants as quickly as possible. He runs one hand along the column of your throat, thumb stroking along your bottom lip.

“Are you ready to be a good girl for me?” His dark voice rasps into your ear. You nod up at him and his golden eyes are almost completely black with desire. He growls as he flips you around and presses you against the sink, and you moan as your chest rubs against the cool marble. You feel his hands hoist up the back of your dress, and you look up to see his devilish smirk in the mirror. Your eyes trail over to his hands and see the scrap of blue lace running between his scarred fingers. “Did you wear these just for me?” That cocky smile makes your knees go weak, and you send a silent thanks to Mor for insisting that you wear the matching underwear tonight. “I like seeing you in my color sweetheart,” he sends you a wink as he tucks your underwear in his back pocket, “I think I’ll hang onto these.”

That might be the hottest fucking thing you’ve seen.

He teases you with his fingers and sighs before bringing them up to his mouth and licking them clean. You taste so fucking good, but he needs to get inside you soon before he explodes in his pants. He vows to spend hours between your legs another time as payment. He moans gospel around his fingertips, and while you’ve never been a religious female you might start praying to the mother tonight.

“You’re so fucking wet and I’ve barely touched you yet.” His eyes shine with an arrogance that makes you want to wipe the smirk off his face. His voice drops to a softer tone and he stares straight into your soul through the mirror, “Are you ready for me, or do you want me to prep you first?”

“I’m ready.” you’re writhing against the sink. You need him inside your right goddamn now or you might start crawling on him like a cat. You moan in relief when you hear him unbuckle his belt and remove himself from his trousers. From this angle you can’t see him fully, but you know he’s big if his wingspan has anything to say about it. He plants one hand on your lower back as he uses his other hand to guide himself into you. You feel the first inch slip in and then it stops, you look up at Az in confusion and his eyes meet yours in the mirror as one hand comes around to play with your nipples.

He leans his body down to press kisses into the skin of your neck before murmuring into your ear, “Beg for the rest darling.” Flame rises to your cheeks and you pull your eyes away from the mirror, but Az pulls you back so that you’re looking at him. You try to move backwards just to draw a little more of him into you. Unfortunately his grip on your waist is like steel. You’re not going anywhere. You swallow what little pride you have left and meet his eyes in the mirror.

“Please Az. God fuck me please.” That seems good enough for him and he slips himself the rest of the way inside of you. Az lets out a moan that makes your toes curl against the tile and your grip harden on the marble sink.

He fucks like a beast.

Hard and rough thrusts as one hand toys with your clit in a way that makes you feel like one of the stars you hope you’ll have enough time to see tonight.

Even if you miss it you can’t say you’d be that upset with the way the Illyrian is moving inside of you. An orgasm rips through you, tumbling through the night sky burning hot and bright before fizzling out and starting again. Az is relentless in your pleasure, pulling you to that edge again and again before he reaches his peak himself.

When you feel his thrusts start to get sloppy you know he’s close, so you start to fuck back against him. Az lets out a moan of appreciation at your efforts, and you earn a bite mark on your shoulder.

He finishes with a roar that shakes the mirror and you’ve never been gladder for the blaring music and waves of people to cover the two of you. He pulls out before gently wiping away the mess he’s made of your inner thighs before pulling your dress back down.

You gently stand with Az’s assistance and he rubs circles in your spine as apology for keeping you bent over for so long. That small act alone makes liquid gold run through your veins, and your whole body leans into the affection. Azriel opens and closes his mouth not quite knowing how to find the right words.

After all, what do you say to the female you love after you fucked her in the bathroom? He considers a few options– We should do this again sometime, please don’t say you want nothing to do with me after this, and I’m not normally the kind of male who fucks females in bathrooms. But you’re looking at him with honeyed eyes, and you understand what he’s trying to convey to you. So you reach up and kiss him again, hands running through the silken strand of raven black hair.

“We can talk about it later Az. We don’t have to figure everything out right now.” He nods greatufully and before you both exit the bathroom he pulls you into a bone crushing kiss he hopes conveys what his words cannot.

You leave the bathroom and rejoin your family to watch the stars together. No one can tell what happened in the bathroom at least until Cassian calls out to Azriel.

“Hey Az! What the hell is sticking out of your back pocket?” Both of your cheeks heat and your guilty eyes immediately dart to Mor who gives you a knowing glance and tips her wine glass in salute. Cassian does nothing more but wink at his brother as Az shoves the scrap of lace further down into his pocket and yanks you closer to his side.

Your friends will no doubt torture you for this later but wrapped in Azriel’s arms on the most beautiful night of the year you don’t seem to mind so much.

#acomaf #acotar #acowar #acosf fanfiction #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #acotar imagine #smut #acofas

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sakuraxlily01-blog · 5 months

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Hey yall this is the first ever story I’ve written on here I’d really appreciate some feedback. I’m mew to posting so my tagging and formatting might be wonky 😭❤️ I’m learning as I go

Implied black afab reader! x jjk boyfriend imagine. (no specified character but Nanami, TOJI and Gojo) come to mind.

Reader is really shy and they’re getting hot and heavy. They’re in a committed relationship

NSFW MDNI : Mentions of dirty talk. Daddy( but not really Ddlg), soft dom boyfriend, fingering, some degradation (nothing too mean just the use of slut),

Your boyfriend can’t keep his hands off of you 🤣

You feel a jolt of excitement as he pulls you onto his lap. Your plush thighs rub against the rough fabric of his jeans.

His hands play with the pleated edges of your skirt. You feel warmth rise to your cheeks as you look down at his long fingers.

He’s enveloped you in his body, his broad chest presses against your back as both of his arms pull you closer towards him.

You can feel the heat of his chest radiating behind you, as the familiar heat of your arousal pools in the depth of your stomach.

You squirm as his hands massage the tops of your thighs, teashingly pushing the skirt up higher, exposing more of your tantalizing brown skin.

He leans his face into your neck and inhales your intoxicating vanilla and coconut scent…”fuckkk you always smell so good (y/n)” he groans to himself..

You moan softly in response, as his nose tickles your jugular, pressing hot, open mouth, kisses on your neck.

“ That’s right baby, I wanna hear you” he rumbles soothingly, as he squeezes your thighs and spreads them apart.

The movement shifts you position, your ass flush with his growing arousal. “I can feel your dick pulsing baby,” you whimper as he ruts against you.

“Mmm all for you pretty girl,” he groans deeply, his lips teasing the shell of your ear, as his fingers rub against the seam of your soaked panties. You can’t help but buck against them, your neediness revealed in how wet your pussy is for him.

“ You’re so fucking wet for me and I barely started,” he taunted as he presses down harder against your pussy. He rubs his fingers in circles against your little bud and you squirm even harder “mmm please baby.. feels so good” you squeal ,as you feel the familiar coil of your climax approaching.

He smirks softly, and spreads his legs, opening you up wider as he continues to tease your slutty pussy.

“Hmm you’re soaked baby, you want me to put my finger inside if you? You want to feel me stroking your walls you little slut?” You mewl loudly, feeling more aroused by his dirty words as tears prickle against your eyes from the stimulation.

He slowly moves the fabric of your panties aside, and begins to tease your dripping cunt with one of his thick fingers.

“ Answer me slut,” he groans as he feels your essence on the tips of his fingers. His mouth waters at the smell of your arousal. His mind clouds with lust… all he can think of is shoving his thick dick inside of your weeping pussy. He loves to see the sheer look of awe and arousal that contorts your pretty face as he bullies his fat dick inside of your tight little pussy, the way your eyes roll back in pleasure when he hits your spots..

“Yes Daddy” you moaned, as you look up at him, seeing the lust in his darkening eyes.

“Good girl” he whispers as he sinks a finger inside of your soaked pussy. “I’ll give you a treat.”

Authors note: So I tried yall! This really had me thinking like damn I wish Toji was my man my man my mannnn..😭 if you enjoyed this pls considering giving this a like and repost❤️ constructive criticism is welcome 🙏🏾

#jjk smut #jjk x black reader #nanami x reader #toji x reader #toji smut #nanami smut #gojo x reader #gojo smut

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bitterpotionn · 6 months

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Johnny Slaughter - No Escape Now

This is one of my favorites. Played around with some new elements in this fic. Let me know your thoughts.

As always any comments or constructive criticism is welcome!

Warnings: no smut but not SFW, mentions of kidnapping, violence, name-calling, drinking, slapping, dark content

She stared at the peeling wallpaper in the corner. The camper was humid, it made her sweat. It uncomfortably ran down her back, making her thin shirt stick to her.

There wasn't much to do other than just sit in the small booth table. Either staring out the window or staring at the peeling wallpaper. She didn't know what day it was. Didn't matter anyway. She had no use for time anymore.

She tried before to pry open the windows, but no use. Johnny bolted them shut. The fresh breeze outside mocked her. She can't remember the last time she was allowed outside. Only catching small breezes when Johnny swung the door open.

She was sitting quietly at the booth, staring blankly at the wall. Her head hurt, and she was hungry. She hadn't seen Johnny all day. She didn't want to see him. She got this sinking feeling every time he was around. When he was around, he was overbearing; suffocating. His hands were constantly on her, whether was was grabbing or squeezing, it didn't matter to him. As long as he was humiliating her in some way.

As she stared out the window she heard the familiar sound of Johnny's truck coming down the dirt driveway. Her heart dropped. She watched as Johnny sauntered to the door. He fumbled with the multiple locks he installed. Sometimes she wondered where he got the money to buy them, but she just figured they were stolen.

The door slowly creaked open. Johnny ducked in the doorway, being careful to lock the door behind him. In his hands, he held two grocery bags, a large grin plastered on his face.

She watched as he held up the bags. "Got ya some dinner," he set the bags on the table and began unpacking them. She noticed how he got some more beer.

His eyes flicked toward her still figure, he motioned for her to get up and come to him. Like a well-trained dog, she got up and shuffled to his side, watching intently as he unpacked. He wasn't great at grocery shopping, that was evident by the food he decided to purchase. Mainly frozen dinners and some canned goods. It's not like she could make a good meal out of any of this.

Once he was finished, he handed her one of the frozen meals. "Be a doll and warm that up for me, I'm awfully tired," he leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to her cheek as he sat down on the small couch the camper provided. Like usual, she did what he said.

At this point in the night, Johnny was three beers in. She sat next to him quietly, watching him as he watched the small black and white TV he stole from a garage sale, periodically sipping at the can. She wasn't allowed to watch the TV when he wasn't home. Sometimes she thought about it, maybe just to see if the news was still showing her missing poster. But, she never did. Somehow she knew that Johnny would find out and she didn't want the stress of his cruel punishments.

Sometimes she preferred Johnny when he was drunk. He was easier, almost lighter in the way he carried himself. His words weren’t as harsh, as cutting. His legs were spread wide as his arm was hooked around her waist, keeping her nice and close to him.

She sat there quietly. He preferred that. After all she was only there to please him. He drank beer after beer, and she didn’t say a word. His words became more slurred and his kisses more sloppy. It’s been a while since he drank like this.

“Mmm kiss me,” he grumbled out, his lips already trailing up and down her neck. She let her hands stroke through his hair. He let out a low groan at the feeling and tipped his head up to look at her. “Beautiful,”

Johnny was kinder when he was like this. Complimenting her and touching her gently. It was a nice refreshing from his usual bone-crushing grabs. Johnny grinned widely, a dumb look on his face as he collapsed into her chest.

She sat there frozen. Waiting for him to say something, waiting for him to move but he didn’t. His eyes were closed and soft snores fell from his glossy lips. Her eyes widened as she gently leaned him back on the couch; he was passed out.

Her heart began to pound in her chest. This was the first time he was completely out of it. Even when he was sleeping, she knew he was still somewhat aware. Years of killing people made him the lightest sleeper known-to-man. She couldn’t even get up to pee without him shooting back up and grabbing her wrist.

She chewed on her lip as she patted his scarred arm. “Johnny…” she called out softly. Nothing. “Johnny!” This time she was louder, shaking his arm. Still nothing.

She quickly shot up and looked around. She knew he had keys to the door somewhere. Her hands wandered into his jeans pocket, her fingers were met with the cool metal of the key. Her heart skipped a beat.

She carefully made her way to the door. She looked back at Johnny, still passed out. She quietly unlocked the multiple bolts he had on the door, letting out a small gasp when the door creaked open. She spared one last glance to Johnny's sleeping figure before stepping out.

The cool breeze hit her face, she smiled and took a deep breath in. She quietly shut the door again and began running. She ran faster than she ever thought possible. She was unfamiliar with the area. The few times Johnny let her outside she was either blindfolded or not allowed more than 5 feet from the camper.

She steadily made her way down the dirt driveway, heading toward the paved road. She heard the crickets chirping and the sound of frogs in the trees. It was music to her ears.

Once she finally got to the paved road she took a right and began running. She didn’t know how long she had until Johnny came to and realized what was going on. After what seemed like miles of running she saw an old brown and white station wagon make its way down the road. She let out a gasp of relief as she frantically waved her hands, trying to get the attention of the driver.

The vehicle slowed down to a halt as it pulled up beside her, the window was rolled down. She panted as she turned to greet the driver. It was an older woman, with shorter black hair with glasses. “Oh gosh, honey. Are you alright?” Her face was painted with concern. She let out another pant as she nodded, leaning against the vehicle. “I just need help, I need a ride into town or-or a police station, please help,”

The woman nodded and unlocked her car. “Please get in! You look awful, hun” her voice was laced with an almost suffocating amount of concern. She got in with a thank you and leaned her head against the seat of the car. “Thank you so much, ma’am. Sorry, I'm in a rush. I’m Y/N,” she turned and gave the older woman a smile. The older woman smiled at her, “That’s okay, hun. I’m Nancy,”

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Her eyes were closed as they made their way down the road, still trying to regain her energy. Some old church song played in the radio as Nancy made her way down the road, gripping the steering wheel. “So, what happened to you, hun?” Her southern accent made her words seem a bit harsher than she intended.

She peeked open an eye and looked toward her. “Oh…” she bit down on her lip, unsure of how she was supposed to explain what exactly happened to her without sounding absolutely crazy. “My-my boyfriend, he uh. Wasn’t the nicest man and I was able to finally get away,” she explained nervously fidgeting with the end of her shirt. Nancy tsked and shook her head. “That is just awful, simply awful,”

She looked to gaze out the window. Her eyes suddenly widening. They were going right back the way she came. “Uh-hey ma’am. I think you’re goin’ the wrong way?” She turned toward her. Her blood ran cold when a smile adorned the woman’s face. She stayed silent.

“Ma’am?” Her heart-rate quickened as she tried the door handle of the slow-moving car. It was locked. “Okay, please let me out. I can find another way,”

Nancy grinned wide. “I don’t think so, hun,” her hand reached down next to her, and she pulled out a large mallet. Her eyes shot wide open as she pounded against the door, screaming. “Johnny ain’t gonna be too happy,” her blood ran cold at the mention of Johnny. What did she get herself into?

The last thing she remembered was the mallet swinging toward her, knocking her out cold.

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Her head pounded. There was an annoying ringing in her ear as she willed her eyes to open. Like some sort of twisted nightmare, she was back in the camper. Only this time she was lying on the couch, her legs laid in Johnny's lap as he absentmindedly stroked her skin, his eyes fixed ahead on the TV. It was playing some church service.

“Whoever is captured will be thrust through; all who are caught will fall by the sword,” the preachers voice was laced with static.

She opened her eyes fully now, she could feel a deep throbbing at her forehead. She let out a small groan of pain as she tried to move her hand to her forehead. Only to be stopped by rope wrapped around her wrists. Her heart sunk.

Johnny grinned as he turned his head to face her. “Look who finally woke up,” he cooed, his hands rubbing up and down her legs. “Johnny I-“ his harsh voice Interrupted hers. “Real smart, slipping out when I was drunk. You’re smarter than you look, doll,” he sighed and leaned back. “Just not smart enough,”

She stared at him with horror. “Ya know I was just beginning to trust you,” he tsked and shook his head like a disappointed father. “You had been a real good girl for me, real good,” his squeezed her calf. “Was even thinkin’ bout’ takin’ you out on a date, I wanted to spoil my girl for bein’ so good,”

“But, that just won’t happen now will it,” he met her horrified look with a smirk. “Dumb slut thinks she can just run off, like you could do something without my help. It’s pathetic really,” his nails dragged down her leg. She didn’t dare try to resist or kick him. She knew better.

“After all I do for you, feed you, clothe you, fuck you,” Johnny scoffed and wrapped his hand around her ankle, his thumb caressing her bruised skin.

She stared at him silently, she felt like she had just been approached by a bear and she was waiting for it to strike. Johnny's grip tightened around her ankle. She hissed out in pain and instinctually tried to move away from him, only to be stopped with a slap to the face. Tears were now running freely down her cheeks.

He continued to grip her ankle, the pressure only growing, and his grin grew as well. “Guess I gotta make sure you just can’t leave again,” with one last smirk his hands snapped her ankle. The nauseating sound of her bone snapping made her scream out in pain as she sobbed. She heard Johnny's laugh ringing in her ears.

She wailed in pain and thrashed on his lap, she glanced down at her ankle. It was twisted in an unnatural direction, the skin around it clearly irritated and mangled. She felt like she was going to throw up. As she sobbed, Johnny grabbed her face and glared at her. "Remember this next time you think bout' runnin',"

Again, she stared at the peeling wallpaper. She swore it changed colors sometimes. Some days it was yellow, some days it was green. Some days she wanted to rip it down.

She hadn't been doing much. Johnny had finally allowed her TV time while he was away but the only shows that played were church services. After so many hours of listening to the preacher, she found herself believing. Believing in something beyond this camper, beyond Johnny, beyond this life. Surely, something was waiting for her. Something warm and kind.

It was dark now. The yellowish glow of the overhead lights just barely lit the room fully. She heard the familiar jingling of keys in the door. Johnny stepped in, wearing the same stupid grin that never seemed to leave his face. Shutting the door behind him he turned to face her. "There's my girl, come here,"

Without any protest, she slowly slid out from the booth. She tried to regain her balance on her one good foot. She hopped over to him, her other ankle mangled and still. She had to hold onto the wall to keep her upright. He chuckled as he watched her. Once she reached him he wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up for a deep kiss. He let out a low rumble as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck. "Missed ya today, doll," he pulled his head back and met her gaze with a smirk. "You miss me?" he asked, his hungry eyes scanning her stoic face.

She nodded. "Missed you, too," her voice was monotone, she was broken. Past the point of saving. He collapsed on the couch with a tired sigh as she sat still in his lap. He leaned her body against his chest, stroking her hair. Her eyes trailed down to her ankle, it was almost lifeless.

Johnny gently took her ankle in his hand, stroking the disfigured appendage with a certain amount of care. He brought it up to his lips and peppered kisses around the flesh, grinning wide as he did so. "No escape now, huh?"

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gabbigail · 1 year

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“He gets to touch you before me?”

Based on this bra I saw ^

A/N this is my first FA fiction I’ve written ever so constructive criticism is welcome also requests if you have any hit me up. :)

Warnings: smut MDNI cock teasing creampie unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) and sub!peter the use of a vibrator and a blowjob (m)

It was a Saturday night and as per usual Peter was out on patrol. You were at home cuddled into the couch with some dumb reality tv playing in the background.

It was common for this to be how you spent your days. Alone that is. Peter was caring and nurturing but being a hero to many was quite the job. You didn’t mind though because as long as you got him home at some point to cuddle and care for you it was worth it. (And how good his butt looks in latex)

It was around 11:30 and you were dozing off when you heard the door open, and Peter walking in. Of course the first thing he did was heat up whatever was on the stove, kiss you on your forehead and ask about your day. “How was your day bug?” “Fine thanks for asking, how was yours?” You always replied knowing he would always have the same answer. “Insane!!” It was cute how excited he always was to tell you about all of the things he did during the day. Today he was talking about an elderly lady. He walked over to you with his broccoli and chicken in hand expressing how cute and little she was.

After indulging in a little too much reality tv he wanted to tease you. He was laying on top of you and he stuck his hand underneath your shirt, hand snaking up your stomach and to your right boob. He was playing with your nipple and he could tell you were enjoying based on your shallow breaths

“I’ve missed you so much love.” “Aw I missed you too.” He unbuttoned your shirt to see a lovely bra with the infamous hero printed all over it “he gets to touch you before me?” “Jealous pretty boy?” He shook his head and you sunk down to the floor I front of him and slowly unbuckled his belt. When you pulled down the pants attached to the underwear his gorgeous cock sprung free, leaking pre cum from the light pink tip. “So gorgeous for me love.” You slowly started pumping his cock edging him on slowly. “Fu-fuck baby” and “just like that shit.” Coming out of his whiny little mouth

“Please fuck me.” “Not so fast pretty boy.” He was always so eager for you. But you wanted this to last as long as possible. You pumped his cock at a furious pace and licked the tip with tiny kitten licks. He was bucking his hips into your mouth at this point. “Fuck your so gorgeous.” “Taking me so well.” “Please I’m so close.” The words only made you want him to beg more. His cock was angry a bright red and he was so hard it was probably painful. You sprung your tits out of the bra for extra help bringing him pummeling to the finish line. “Fuckk if you don’t stop I’m gonna cum.” So just like that you stopped.

You stood up and walked to the bedroom. “Baby pleaseee where are you going??” “You’ll see!!” You yelled back with a smirk apparent on your lips. A few moments later you returned with a magic wand vibrator in hand. You heard Peter swear under his breath. Knowing what he was in for. You walked over pushing your panties down and off your legs. You straddled him on the couch hovering over his dick. “Fuck your such a tease.” You smiled knowing it fucking pissed him off when you teased.

Slowly you suck down on his cock squeezing and forcing out your name along with many cuss words. “Your so gorgeous you know that right” Peter looked up at you with lust covered eyes. You kissed him and turned on the vibrator. You pressed it to where you two met Peter felt it in his core knowing he was wasn’t going to last. “I’m so close please let me cum.” He fucked you at a furious pace hitting your cervix causing you to squeal all high pitched. “Im gonna fuck my cum right Into you and make you so full.” You squeezed him tight. “Are you close sweet girl?” “Yes, love” he fucked you harder pushing the vibrator hard to your clit. Causing extreme waves of pleasure to go through you.

“Im cumming!!” You squeezed around him a final time creaming all over his cock watching it pool around his shaft as he pumped in and out of you. “Shit me too f-fuck.” Shooting white stings of his load straight to your womb. “Fuck i really should wear Spider-Man undergarments more often as you winked at him pulling his soft dick out of you as you both hissed at the feeling of contact. Peter got a washcloth and cleaned you up. You thought the night was over when all of a sudden.. “hey babe” “yeah Pete?” “I wanna try something.” You just giggled and replied with yeah I’m down. He grabbed the vibrator and pressed it to your clit, you weren’t expecting the sensitivity you had from your post orgasm haze. It felt like pure bliss. He started pumping two fingers into you and hitting your g spot. “Fuck Peter” “making me feel so good” you were close to coming. Like so close and it was coming at a rapid pace all of sudden you view went white from pleasure overwhelmed feeling everything release. You squirted on Peter. Like all over him. “Holy. Shit.” His grey short sleeve was soaked in your juices he cooed you coming down with “that’s my girl.” “Taste so good sweet girl.” He said while licking up and down your slits cleaning up your past orgasms. “Fuck that was intense. Where did you see that?” “ I might’ve googled some things he winked at you.” “And I wanted spidey over there he pointed to the discarded bra on the floor, to know who exactly you belonged to. “You always you Peter.”

#peter parker smut #peter parker #tom holland #omg hes so pretty #i just want to be held #i’m so lonely #he’s so hot

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