#wet dream jason is finally here

[ivysangel]

Waking up with Jason's arms wrapped around you, feeling him breathe into your hair, letting out the occasional snore. His hand is under you, pressed into your side, and you feel him squeeze the flesh of your waist to make sure you're still there, a habit he developed when things started getting serious, constantly searching for you, even in his sleep. He squeezes a little tighter, his breath suddenly quickening at an alarming rate. You try to turn to face him, fear settling in your stomach, wondering if something was plaguing him in his dreams again.

When you shift ever so slightly, you feel the other arm lying over you tighten, pulling you flush against his body. A chill runs down your spine as you feel him exhale a particularly strangled breath, and you force yourself out of his grip, sitting up to get a better look at the man next to you. His eyebrows furrowed, hair flat on one side of his head from laying in one position the entire night. One of his hands reaches out to your pillow, searching for you in your sudden absence, and when it's met with nothing, Jason jolts upright. He turns his head frantically, blurred vision searching for something, for someone, for you.

His shoulders drop in relief when he finally stops long enough to notice you barely a foot away from him. You watch his chest rise and fall as he tries to calm his breathing, and you're not sure which thing caused it, the nightmare or the fear that you had left him. "What are you doing up?" he asks, voice laced with sleep. "You were having a nightmare," you say quietly, sliding a little closer to him and settling back into your spot on the bed. "I was just trying to make sure you were okay." confusion is etched across his face like the concept of him having a nightmare was foreign, and you develop an equally confused expression upon seeing his own. His face drops suddenly, and he clears his throat, "Right, a nightmare." he shifts beneath the covers, seemingly uncomfortable. "I'm all good. Just go back to sleep, okay?" he sends a reassuring smile your way, his attempt at trying to make you forget this whole debacle and coax you back to sleep, but it was too late; you were already wide awake.

"Was it him again?" your hand finds the scarred expanse of his back, lightly grazing your fingers against old wounds and trying to ease his angst; his body tenses at your touch, and a groan leaves his lips. "it wasn't-" he pauses, running his hands through his hair and sighing. "it wasn't him again. It wasn't even..." he trails off, turning away from you and sliding off the bed. "wasn't even what?" You ask, more confused than ever, watching as he lifts his arms above his head, back muscles flexing while he stretches before crossing his arms. He just stands there, back towards you, and all you can do is sit in silence while he seemingly contemplates something. "It wasn't what, Jason?" you ask one more time. He turns his head slightly to look at you only for a second and lowers his eyes when he sees you in the same spot you've been this whole time. "It wasn't a nightmare," he says, turning around to face you, this time allowing you to see his whole body.

His face is flushed a bit out of embarrassment, and your confusion starts to reach its peak. That is until you do a once-over of him and notice the patch of dark gray on his otherwise light sweatpants. Your mouth gapes a bit, and all you can manage is a quiet "Oh." his eyes find the same spot on his pants, a tent growing beneath the soft cotton. "Yeah. Oh."

#wet dream jason is finally here #editing this was way harder than it should've been #anyway hope u fiends enjoy this thing #that barely even qualifies as suggestive #jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd smut #red hood #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood smut #jason todd lover

[dejwrld]

CHOSOIST KINKTOBER GAMING PLAYLIST — WEEK 1

( DEMON TIME) 🎮 INCUBUS!SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY X READER

— game synopsis: your boyfriend has been quite neglectful when it comes to your needs. not particularly being the best book boyfriend similar to the books you've read. but the one demon that visits you in your dreams seem to give you everything you need.

( cw ) ⸻ fem reader, female anatomy described, mentions of reader having a boyfriend, doggystyle, unprotected sex, dirty talk (simon calls reader a slut), mentions of wet dreams, pillow humping, infidelity, kinda monsterfucking, mentions of simon having horns, gaslighting, i changed the ending like 5 times omg

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ kinktober masterlist / previous playthrough

You planned the whole night out for you and your boyfriend—a Halloween tradition that you two always did every year. Binge-watch some Halloween movies, give out candy to children who knocked on your shared apartment door, and have wonderful sex as Jason Vorhees kills his next victim playing in the background. But tonight, you sat alone on the cream-colored sofa with a half bowl of candy (because trick-and-treaters didn’t stop coming despite your boyfriend did). You felt embarrassed, the running thought that you should have let this relationship go sooner flashing through your mind similar to a light bulb flickering on when someone has a wonderful idea. 

You were grasping onto a dead relationship and yearning for a happy ever after that wasn’t even there. You turned the television off and decided to clean up for the evening. Putting away the snacks you laid out and the pizza that grew cold as minutes went by. Pure disappointment sat at the pit of your stomach while cleaning up and eventually finding yourself in bed a little earlier than usual. You quickly did your evening routine of skincare and brushing your teeth before letting your feet guide you to your bed. The sound of late-night partygoers was heard outside and you can only tune out the squeals of excitement as you drift off into a deep slumber. 

But as your body finally fell into the comfort of getting some rest, you soon felt your body jerk up suddenly at the sound of your wooden floors creaking. You wanted to be excited that your boyfriend actually came home and maybe you could do the activities you had planned. Expecting to see him tugging off his button-down shirt and complaining about his supervisor being up his ass during the eight-hour work shift—but instead, you were met with a large figure staring at you. His burly arms crossed over his chest causing the tight black t-shirt to clench upon his upper body. You blinked a couple of times assuming you were dreaming. You even reached to your wrist to pop at the beaded bracelet your boyfriend got you at this carnival you guys went to. The beads sting your wrist after you do that action and you still don’t jolt up in a completely cold sweat.

“You’re not dreaming, love.” His deep voice erupted your thoughts that were racing with questions. “Actually, kinda in the middle. Not dreaming, but actually dreaming. Hard to explain,” He points out before tilting his head at you.

Now you wanted to scream. A large man with a black mask that had a skull imprinted on it was standing just inches away from your bed and your body shook with fear as you inched away from him but was met with your cream-colored headboard.

“It’s no need to panic, you summoned me here. Well, kinda.”  He explains. “Fuck.” He utters before clearing his throat and trying again.

“Every Halloween, some lonely single person's guilt and hurt is so strong that it summons me or one of my peers. A mere incubus that they can have for just one night,” The masked man explained, and when he saw you look at him as if he’s grown an extra pair of arms (which he could do if he put his mind to it, he was fuckin’ demon after all). “You’re actually the first person I’ve been assigned to in a while.”

“I’m so fucking confused right now.” You swing your feet over the ledge of your bed, sliding into your slippers, and walking over to the mysterious man. When you got closer, you immediately poked at his arm and were met with hardness. 

He was real. He wasn’t like some ghost and maybe you had gone crazy.

“But I’m not single…” you pointed out as you circled around his large frame to get a good look at him. If he wasn’t a ghost, he still was here, and if anything went to shit to the point that you had to call the cops—at least you had a visual of his stature. 

You couldn’t tell if his face scrunched up in a confused manner, but his eyes told the rather confused feeling he possessed. You stood in front of him crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m actually taken…” Your voice trails off and for some reason saying that left a bad taste in your mouth. 

It didn’t feel like you were taken. Especially when you went to sleep alone tonight. 

“Hm, that’s interesting. It doesn’t seem like that. So if you’re not taken…you’re hurt. Did the little boyfriend and yourself have an argument?” The stranger waltzed over to the small loveseat in your room and sat down. It was as if he was a therapist questioning you about life. 

“No.” You quickly admit. “We didn’t…he just didn’t show up tonight when I planned something for us. He hasn’t answered his phone, nothing. So, I’m just confused about what I should do because this has happened before.” 

“I see.” His voice trails off and he rubs at his clothed chin before standing up. “Let’s go have some fun, love.” The mysterious man whose eyes you were hypnotized with extended his large hand for you to take. 

“What? I’m still in my pajamas.” You pointed it out. “I need to go change, maybe fix my hair.” You motion to the silk scarf that was tied upon your head.

“Eh, don’t worry about that. I’m a fuckin’ demon. I have it all figured out.” He says. 

You met his gaze and you saw this twinkle in his light-colored eyes. It was a similar twinkle and glint that your boyfriend had when you two were in your cupcake phase during the relationship. “What’s your name? I can’t just go out with a stranger that claims he’s a demon.” 

You heard him kiss his teeth, “You’ll figure it out soon.” And with that, he grabs your hand and in a blink of a moment, you’re both in a crowded bar.

You knew exactly what bar you were at because it was one that your boyfriend frequented a lot with his friends and co-workers. You had to pick him up countless times when his alcohol intake had hit its limit. But as you stood in the middle of the bar, you noticed that no one didn’t notice you. A person walked by you and you were expecting to feel their shoulder roughly bump into you—but instead, their body went through yours as if you merely were a ghost. No one in this bar knew you two were here, which sucked considering your attire.

Your hands roamed your body as you wore a blood-red leather corset and a black leather mini-skirt that hugged your lower half perfectly. On your head was a headband that was decorated with two sparkly red devil horns. Of course, he would ensure you were dressed up as a demon. Your eyes searched in the crowd for him and you saw him behind the bar looking at the massive choice of alcohol. You walked towards the bar and watched him closely, “Why are we here?” You asked. 

“To have a good time.” The man’s fingers tapped at his masked face before grabbing a random bottle and some shot glasses. “So, drink this and let loose.” 

You took the shot off the bar and drank it quickly just in time to hear a loud cheer from the back of the bar. Your head turns to follow the commotion of people dressed up for Halloween while playing what seems to be an intense game of pool. When you saw the familiar figure with a football jersey on, your heart sank immediately. There your boyfriend was playing pool with a huge grin on his face while his friends cheered him on. The shot you took, immediately helped your stomach form the most horrendous knots and you wanted to go home. 

“No.” The demon behind the bar said before filling your shot glass up again. 

“You don’t even know what I’m going to say.” Your eyes stared at the liquor in your glass and you then watched him lift the mask just a bit so he could down his own shot. “You brought me here on purpose.” Your eyes narrow at him. 

“I did. To see that you’re all sad for that.” His fingers motion to your boyfriend. “He has seen your text messages by the way and five missed calls.” He adds and you didn’t even want to question him he knew that you had blown up your boyfriend’s phone. 

“It’s really no point to be here. I’ll just talk to him when I get home.” You adjusted the headband on your head. “So, can you please teleport me back home Mr. Demon?”

“No.” He adds before walking around the bar so that he is sitting on the barstool next to you. His large callous hands grab the end of the stool you were comfortably sitting in and bring it closer to him. “We’re going to make your lovely boyfriend so paranoid that he’ll be groveling at your feet.” 

“And how the hell are we going to do that if he can’t see us?” Your eyes met with the mysterious demon and you felt hot under his gaze. Maybe it was because you couldn’t see his face and since it was Halloween, no one was going to question why he wore a mask.

“Who said he can’t see us?” His head tilts just a bit before he snaps his finger and suddenly when he snaps his finger and moves your stool just a bit—your boyfriend glances in your direction quickly. So quickly he did a double take at how close you were with the demon who popped up in your life this evening.

Your boyfriend’s eyes enlarged at the sight of you and what you were wearing and soon the demon snaps his fingers again. You watched as your boyfriend still glanced in your direction, but it was as if he simply was imagining things. He shook his head and went back to sipping his alcohol.

“He’s going to lose his mind by the end of the night.” The demon adds with confidence oozing from his tone. 

“I guess, this will work. But, I must ask. Why’d the mask? Also, where are your horns? Don’t demons have horns?” You took it upon yourself to take the cocktail that the bartender just put on the bar since no one could see you two. 

“I do have horns, just think the horns give everyone a good spook.” He points out. “Last time, a lady threw a glass at me. So, I settled with the mask and no horns.” He takes a sip from the beer bottle that the bartender sat in front of a talking customer next to him. 

“Hm,” was the only thing you said. “Are you ugly? A lot of horror stories perceive demons as ugly.” 

“Quite the opposite.” He backfires. “Can’t really haunt people's dreams to have sex with them and solve their problems if we’re ugly.” He jokes.

“Then can I see your face?” You asked, your fingers twirling the straw in your cocktail and you gave him a grin. 

“After you stop being so uptight and help me…help you.” He finishes his beer and he stands up motioning for you to follow.

With a quickness, you’re downing your cocktail and following the man in the crowd. The music was so loud that you had to practically yell out anything you wanted him to hear. “What about your name? Do you have a name?” 

“Simon, or Ghost. Whichever you prefer.” He walks over to the pool table, and leans against the pool table adjacent to the one your boyfriend and his friends were at. 

You watched as some random woman dressed as a cheerleader placed her arms around your boyfriend's waist as he was trying to hit the pool ball. You felt jealousy, anger, and betrayal seeing this. He ditched your plans to be out with her. That douche. 

“Don’t have such a down face.” Simon nudges your side before grabbing the pool table. “Like I said, we are going to make him lose his mind by the end of the night.” He grabs a hold of your waist after grabbing a pool stick. “Just go with the flow, love.” He whispered in your ear and you felt your skin decorated with goosebumps. 

Simon helped guide your hand towards breaking the balls in the middle of the table. Despite the bar being fairly cool, you felt hot with how close he was to you. His crotch pressing against the fatness of your butt in the skin-tight mini skirt. His breath itching at the shell of your ear. Just as you are about to hit the ball, he snaps his fingers again making you two noticeable in the crowd of people. The sound of wolf whistles could be heard seeing your figure bent over—if Simon wasn’t here, strangers would have been to see what your momma gave you. There as Simon helps you break the group of balls perfectly, you squeal in excitement gaining the attention of your boyfriend’s friend and soon your boyfriend again. His face goes red at the sight of Simon’s hands all on you and you watch as he scrambles to remove the pretty woman off him. He made his way to the pool table, but Simon snapped his fingers again causing your boyfriend to be confused once again. Your eyes scan over his face while he shakes his head and mumbles something under his breath. 

“And now he’s going to call you. But you’re going to ignore his call because that’s exactly what he’s been doing to you.” Simon leans against the pool table and the two of you watch as your boyfriend pulls out his phone to call you. 

You were astonished at what you were viewing, he was panicking. The mere thought of you being with another man had him about to explode. You watch as your boyfriend runs his fingers through his hair, a thing he does when he’s overthinking his ass off. You knew for a fact that he was overthinking the fact that you were probably out having just as much fun as him. 

“So, Simon. Do you have sex with all the women whose lives and dreams you hop into?” 

“Not all of them. Some just want someone to talk to.” He shrugs. “You on the other hand just need someone to teach your nitwit of a boyfriend to appreciate what he has.” He adds. 

“So, you wouldn’t have sex with me? Just put my boyfriend in check.” You playfully nudged his side and you were met with hardness. 

“Do you want to have sex with me?” His eyes met yours and you were forced to swallow the large lump in your throat. “Because I may have known your boyfriend is an idiot, but I also know he hasn’t touched you in weeks…a month and a half to be exact.” He adds as he turns to face you. This time, he’s caging you from leaving since you were still resting on the pool table. 

“I could have gone the sex route, but that wouldn’t solve your shitty boyfriend situation which would mean I would be stuck with you until you’re no longer miserable.” He says. “But, you and I know that you’re a good girl.” His hand adjusts the red devil horn headband on your head. “You wouldn’t cheat on him, even though..he’s probably going to cheat on you with her.” He motions to the brunette cheerleader who is still by your boyfriend's side even as he is attempting to call your phone.

“You don’t know me, Simon.” You pointed it out. “Only what you observe about my life.” 

“Then do you want to prove me wrong, love?” His hand rests on your waist tugging you closer to him. 

“I’m sure that’s what you’ll want.” 

“It is, I’m not going to deny it. But, I’m not going to force it out of you. You’re a grown woman, use your words and make your own decision.” He drops his hands from your waist and walks away from you, disappearing in the crowd and towards the bathroom. 

Like the touch-deprived woman you were, you followed before him. But just as you were walking to follow him in the bathroom, you bumped into your boyfriend. You expected your body to go right through his since Simon did snap his fingers, but you collided with your boyfriend’s shoulder gaining his attention. When he saw you, that look of shock appeared again and his lips parted to speak, but just as his hands reached out for you—your boyfriend's confused expression returned and his hand that went to grab at you, went right through you. You started to feel bad, but as you walked further away—seeing the woman clutch on your boyfriend made all the guilt that was bubbling inside of you burst. 

You walked into the bathroom and it was filled with many girls fixing their makeup and drunkenly complimenting each other. Bit by bit they scattered out the bathroom when they heard some generic pop song come on. Simon was leaning against the pink-colored tile walls waiting. 

“So, you’ve made your decision?” He asked with his arms crossed over his shoulders. 

“I wouldn’t be in here if I didn’t.” 

Simon chuckles at your words before he brings his hands to the fabric of the black mask. You were preparing yourself for what you were about to see. You knew he was attractive behind the mask, his whole demeanor screamed it. The way he carried himself. His confidence. You can go on and still be naming many other attributes. 

He pulls the mask out and you have to catch yourself from letting your jaw drop. Despite his face being decorated with scars, you had questions about—he still looked like he could have the face of an angel. His dirty blonde colored strands were ruffled due to the mask and his eyes—you’d stared upon them all night but finally putting a face to them made your knees go weak.

You walked closer towards him, “Will they see us?” You asked as you glanced back at the door. 

“Only if you want.” He closes the gap between you two. 

You mentally were weighing out the pros and cons of this. Frankly, the pros benefit you much more than the cons. So you took that leap and kissed Simon immediately. The sound of the bathroom door swung open, and someone walked in to grab a paper towel. Because of Simon and his silly demon powers, they didn’t even know you two were there. The drunken stranger walked right through you and Simon as you were making out. His hands roamed your body as if you were a precious gem he had just found. Your body attempted to guide him into one of the stalls, but he didn’t budge. You weren’t sure if it was because he had other plans in mind or if it was because of his huge stature. 

“It’s not like anyone could see us.” Simon's words mumble against your skin as he places kisses on your neck. His body guides you towards the bathroom sink before he twirls you around.

You were forced to stare at yourself in the mirror at your reflection. The clear lip gloss that formerly stained your lips was smudged across your face. Your eyes were glossy of anticipation and need for a demon you had just met. The feeling of his bulge pressing against your butt causes you to close your eyes and inhale sharply. 

“That’s true, but—one mere snap could make them see us.” You spoke out.

“They’ll be too intoxicated to notice.” His eyes met yours in the mirror before he rolled the skirt that left practically nothing for imagination up around your waist. The coolness of the bathroom causes your skin to be garnished with little goosebumps and your hair to stand up on your limbs, you clutch upon the porcelain sink. 

You only hum at Simon’s words while he pulls your panties to the side and begins to line himself to insert you after removing his cock from his bottoms. The tip of his cock rubs against your wet folds collecting the essence that stains the inside of your thighs. Each push forward into your pussy, the grip on your waist grew tighter. The sound of his cries of pleasure was like music to your ears. Completely distracting you from the fact that his cock was stretching you out bit by bit. 

“Just give me the go and I’ll keep going, love.” He professes. His eyes once more meeting yours and seeing the way your lips part apart to let out a broken moan, gave him the answer he ached to hear. His hips push forward being met with the cushion of your ass and he just wondered with not being touched in so long, how do you like to be fucked. 

“How’d you want, Y/N?” Simon questions, his hips rolling in a slow and sensational way causing you to moan some more. “Slow.” He adds before pulling himself fully out of your cunt. “Or.” His voice trails off as he’s lining himself back up to slam inside your addicting pussy again. “Hard.” 

Your brain couldn’t comprehend his question quickly enough because he soon gave you a mixture of both. Slow strokes to have you crying out his name as if the people entering and exiting the bathroom could hear you. Fast and hard strokes to have your breath hitch in your throat and for you to hold onto the surface tighter.

The vulgar sound of skin slapping against each other begins to ring in your ears like a sweet jazz tune. Your hand reaches back behind you to slow down Simon’s movement, but he swats your hand away as if it were a mere inconvenience to him. Simon lifts the shirt he wore to bring it up to his mouth. Despite the two of your bodies already crossing a boundary, he needed you to be closer. His teeth held up the ends of his shirt as he thrust forward inside you. Simon has pleasured many people in the world, but nothing was like this. No one has ever clutched around his hardened cock like this. Sweat beads form on his forehead and he felt completely pussy drunk for you. 

Your knees were growing weak but, Simon assured you that you don’t fall. With each stroke and thrust, he held you closer to make sure his motion didn’t get interrupted. Tears decorate your lashline causing your mascara to smudge. 

“Fuck.” You moaned out. “I’m so clos-” Your words were interrupted by the bathroom door swinging open and your boyfriend walked in making out with the brunette who seemed to be attached by his hip all evening. 

“Don’t pay attention to him, only me.” His fingers coil into your hair tugging you up so that your back is pressed against his chest. His eyes never broke eye contact with you in the mirror. “It’s just me and you in here, right?” He questions as he thrusts inside of you. 

Your eyes averted to your boyfriend as he was making out with the girl, but he broke the kiss quickly. “I just need to call her, ensure she’s okay. She hasn’t answered my calls and that’s not like her.” 

“Hmm, wonder what she’s doing.” Simon teasingly whispers in your ear. “Is she home watching her silly little Halloween movies or is she getting fucked like a slut in a bathroom?” With each word, he thrusts inside you.

“She’s probably just sleeping.” The brunette pecks your boyfriend’s lips. “Or getting fucked.” She jokes and your boyfriend pushes her away.

“That’s not funny.” He says before he tries to leave the bathroom and through the sound of your heated flesh slapping against Simon’s toned thighs, his finger snaps just in time for your boyfriend to see a glimpse of his pretty girlfriend (who he assumed was home) getting fucked a stranger he didn’t know. 

Your boyfriend’s eyes enlarged at the sight but before he could fully react, Simon snapped his fingers once more causing the two of you to be merely an illusion once more. Your boyfriend ran his hand over his face finally coming to terms that he had to get out of here. He had to ensure that you were home right where he assumed you were. As Simon continued to fuck you until you were seeing stars, your paranoid boyfriend rushed out of the bathroom calling your phone that was still home. Each second, your phone went to voice mail causing your boyfriend to spiral even more at the thought that a handsome stranger had you bent over in the bar he frequently goes to. 

“And my work here is done, love. Sweets dreams.” Simon kisses the side of your temple just in time for you to finally orgasm all over his cock—but eventually, jolt up in your bedroom in a cold sweat and your panties soaked. 

Instantly, your hands run over your body where Simon formerly touched. Your fingertips dance upon your lips that he once kissed trying to process everything that just happened. He did say you were dreaming, but it felt so real. The demon costume hugging your body like a latex glove felt real. Simon’s cock being inside you felt real. 

But your suspicions were deemed true as your boyfriend burst through the room in a panic. Sweat droplets embellish his forehead as if he ran all the way home to you. 

“Y/N, did you go out tonight?” Your boyfriend asked.

With false confusion plastered on your face, you blinked a couple of times.

“No, is everything okay? Maybe you’re being just a bit paranoid, babe.”

And in his own realm which was the home of incubus demons around the world, Simon viewed the conversation unfold with a smirk.

“That’s my girl.” 

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#simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #cod x reader #cod smut #call of duty smut #ghost smut #ghost x reader #female reader #call of duty x reader #video game x reader #angelshubnetwork #chosoistkinktober23 #⊹˳⁺ ♡ 𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒻𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

[arkhammaid]

CORRUPTED DOCUMENTS : #001

jason todd x fem!reader

kinktober masterlist.

he’s going crazy, actually going crazy and he wouldn’t change a thing. because he’s with you— in you, hips thrusting while you claw at his back.

he’s here, finally home, in your arms and your sheets— god, he could wax poetry about it, the feeling of your cunt around his cock, your legs locked behind his back, the heavy panting and moaning against his lips—

you. you and him, something he would’ve only imagined in his dreams and darkest fantasies. you and him, so close together.

and he— and he wishes for this moment to never end, your high pitched whines like drugs to him, he wishes it to never end, the way you call out to him.

he can only grit his teeth, because— oh, because he’s going insane, batshit crazy when you’re here for him, all ready and wet, ready for him to take, to fuck, to make you scream. scream and shake, but he doesn’t stop, picking up pace while you violently shudder beneath him.

you sob and plead, beg for him to stop, but he ignores it. he knows you look the best when you're teary and sensitive, body jerking, as if not being able to decide if moving away or closer to the pleasure is better. he knows you feel the best when you're finally coming down from your nth orgasm, voice raspy and your pussy irritated, overwhelmed and overstimulated but feeling oh so good.

and he doesn’t feel bad, he justifies it with this being the way romance and love is to him. making you his, both body and mind, his and his alone, the beloved of jason todd.

ARKHAM MAID 2023

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd smut #dc x reader #dc x you #dc smut #dc jason todd #— ˚₊‧⁺˖ creations #after dark <3 #— ˚₊‧⁺˖ kinktober 2023

[mariasont]

Our Minds Entwined-----------------------

ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11

MDNI-----------------------------------------------------------------

pairings: aaron hotchner x oc x spencer reid

summary: in which jason gideon's daughter joins the fbi as the newest, youngest member

warnings: wet dream between 2 men, evelyn needs to be spayed or smth, fainting, creepy men

A/N: hiiiii gorgeous, lovely, beautiful human beings thank you so much for the support on this fic, I LOVE YOU ALL!!!! <3 let me know if you want to be adding to the tag list

ALSOOOOOO my requests are open for aaron hotchner and spencer reid!!! I would love to write some drabbles/one shots so shoot me a message! <3

HAPPY READING!

Chapter Ten:

Gasping for air, Evelyn emerged from the depths of her dream, the vividness of it lingering like a second reality. She swiftly pressed her back against the headboard, her fingers weaving through her sweat-soaked hair. The dream's details were smeared in her memory, but the visceral ache it left behind was crystal clear. Hotch and Spencer--their hands that were insistent upon her, their mouths that explored every inch of her. She scolded herself for the image--what is wrong with her? She felt like a pervert, imagining both men in such a way.

Her legs brushed against the fabric of the sheets, her actions freezing as she became aware of the dampness enveloping between her legs. Her mind turned to Spencer--his hair a soft curtain on her skin. His hands, always in motion, leaving no fragment of her unexplored. His mouth, the way his tongue felt inside her.

Evelyn's fingers instinctively started to play with the waist band of her pajama shorts, moving closer to the swollen bundle of nerves. Her thoughts drifted to Hotch--his shoulders and build, how easy it would be for him to overpower her, and she secretly wished he would. This was crazy, she thought. Despite her mind's protests, her fingers continue to wander, tracing gentle circle against her clit. 

She let out a puff of air, her back arching slightly off the mattress as light began to seep into the room. She thought of Hotch positioned behind her, showing her no mercy, finally pounding her attitude out of her. She pictured Spencer before her, his cock working its way into her mouth. Her fingers pushed into her gently, her gasps coming out short and desperate as she pictured her own fingers being replaced by Hotch's.

The imagine coaxed a moan from her, a sound that seemed too loud in her own ears. The knock at the door was abrupt, freezing her in place, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. Evelyn's heart hammered against her ribs, panic seizing her as she scrambled out of bed. Her feet barely touched the carpet as she rushed to the door, flinging it open with a force that echoed through the silent hallway.

Hotch, a study in precision, stood there--impeccable in a charcoal-gray suit that made her want to drool. And his tie, a navy silk affair that lay flat against the white shirt, hinted at meticulous order. But it was his face that betrayed him--a subtle furrow of his brow, the pinch of annoyance around his mouth that suggested he'd been waiting longer than he card to admit.

Evelyn's heart did a clumsy somersault, her cheeks betraying her, turning a shade that rivaled a traffic light. One-half of her fantasy--or rather, the less enthusiastic version--stood there. "Hotch," she managed, "what are you doing here? And, um, what time is it?"

Evelyn's heart-shaped pajamas clung to her, the soft fabric revealing more than it concealed. Her cheeks flushed with urgency, mirrored to disarray of her hair. The hallway light caught the faint smattering of freckles across her nose, delicate constellations that bloomed when she eschewed makeup. 

Hotch's annoyance ebbed, replaced by a reluctant fondness. What had she been doing? Hotch's gaze lingered on her--no makeup, no artifice--just raw, unfiltered beauty. He was unsettled by how much the sight affected him. The flush in her cheeks, the softness in her eyes. 

Hotch willed his demeanor to snap back into place, his voice clipped. "Evelyn," he said, each syllable a warning. "I've called you five times. We need to be downstairs in 15 minutes."

Her pulse raced, and her tongue tripped over her words. "Oh, shoot, sorry," she blurted out, her voice echoing in the narrow hallway. The disheveled room behind her seemed to mock her--sheets tangled, alarm clock blinking accusatorily. "My alarm must've never gone off." She gestured toward the half-open door. "Do you want to come in and wait? I promise I'll be super speedy."

Evelyn's cheeks were ablaze, a canvas of mortification. She could feel Hotch's scrutiny lingering, a laser beam that could dissect her every flaw. She ushered him inside, the hallway suddenly too narrow, too confining. She slipped into the bathroom and shed the pajamas. Her fingers waged a silent war with buttons and zippers, a clumsy ballet of haste. Each click and snap was a resounding echo of the dream that clung to her thoughts. She tried to shove the images aside, to bury them under layers of fabric, but it seemed inescapable. Because now, he stood outside, annoyance etched in every line of his impeccable suit.

"Hotch," she began as she waved at the alarm clock, its digital numbers blinking like a guilty accomplice. She pulled her hair into a hasty ponytail, the elastic snapping against her skin. "I'm convinced my alarm clock is broken." The words tumbled out, a desperate attempt at distraction. "But hey," she continued, her eyes meeting his, "I think I just won that bet--the one where the team bet you'd never get mad at me." Her lips curved into a half-teasing smile, her nose scrunching at the action. "Soft spot, my friend."

Hotch said nothing as his gaze followed the hurried sway of her movements. Stepping closer, he surveyed the bed's solitary disarray amidst the room's order. The blankets lay in a tangle of turmoil. How much does she move in her sleep? he wondered. His eyes honed in on a small corner of fabric peeking out from under the pillows.

There, nestled among the tangled sheets, sat a small teddy bear, its pink bow a splash of color against the tan. Hotch's expression softened as he lifted the plush toy, turning it over in his hands, a smile tugging at his lips. Of course she slept with a stuffed animal. 

The warmth of mortification spread across Evelyn's face. "Oh, um," she mumbled with a forced chuckle, plucking the bear from Hotch's grasp. "That's my... strategic sleep ally. Because, you know, every good agent needs a backup. Totally standard-issue."

"We'll circle back to your... bedtime tactics," he said with a hint of a smirk. "For now, conference room. Let's go."

Evelyn and Hotch made their way down to the conference area. The room hummed with anticipation, bathed in the soft glow of fluorescent lights. Rows of round tables faced a raised stage, where a large screen displayed the conference logo. Agents in crisp suits mingled with academics in tweed jackets. Some wore glasses, other carried tablets or leather-bound notebooks.

A spark of excitement ignited within Evelyn, her gaze darting from face to face, recognizing those who were like celebrities of their field. 

"Hotch, do you see who that is?" Evelyn's voice was on of awe as she nudged Hotch, her gaze fixed on the figure across the room. 

Hotch's eyes followed her line of sight and landed on a distinguished-looking woman who, upon noticing Hotch, raised her hand in a casual wave. "I do," Hotch confirmed with a nod, acknowledging the silent greeting with a subtle nod of his head.

Evelyn's mouth fell open slightly. "You're actually so cool," she said, the words slipping out before she could filter them, a smile spreading across her face.

Hotch's mouth twitched in a semblance of a smile. "I'm going to choose to not take that as an insult," he replied, his eyebrow arching in mock offense. "Stay here, I'm going to check us in."

Evelyn acknowledged Hotch's departure with a quick nod and an 'okay boss'. She was still orienting herself in the conference's bustling atmosphere when two familiar faces approached from the crowed. Mr. Weller, his suit a bit worn at the elbows, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a practiced gesture. Dr. Reeves, his hair slightly disheveled, was animatedly discussing some policy change in data privacy. He quickly roped Evelyn into the conversation who listened intently, interjecting only with thoughtful nods.

Evelyn's muscles relaxed slightly as Hotch returned to her side. His hand rested momentarily on her back, a professional gesture by all accounts, but Evelyn couldn't help but feel a spark of awareness ignite. She fastened the name tag he handed her with fingers that suddenly seemed less steady, the metal's chill doing little to dispel the soft heat that had settled between her shoulder blades. 

As Professor Lewis swept in, she bypassed Evelyn's attempted greeting as if it and her were invisible. The professor's laser focus cut her off with surgical precision as it landed on Hotch. 

Her voice carried an urgent edge as she addressed Hotch. "Aaron, can I pick you brain about something?"

Evelyn's greeting hung suspended, and a familiar twinge of frustration pricked at her--the kind that came from being eclipsed again by the professor's selective attention. With a quick nod, Hotch vanished into the crowd with Professor Lewis, leaving Evelyn grappling with a sudden, unsettling sensation in her chest. She exchanged pleasantries with the two men before her, their words weaving through her consciousness without taking hold. 

Her gaze, however, was glued to the sight of Hotch and the professor, their heads bowed in earnest conversation. A surge of jealously, uninvited and irrational, twisted inside her. It was a confusing betrayal of emotion, given her casual relationship with Spencer. But she realized if it was Spencer in that Hotch's position, she'd feel the same about the professor, if not worse. The dream from last night was the culprit, she decided.

Left alone as Dr. Reeves and Mr. Weller departed, Evelyn sank into the chair at her table. The sight of Professor Lewis, so at ease with Hotch, gnawed at her. Why did it bother her so much? Maybe she just needed a nap.

As if summoned by the sheer force of her thoughts, Hotch appeared, his presence a sudden weight beside her. The question erupted from Evelyn before she could stop herself. "What did she want?"

His eyes took on a discerning quality, the subtle narrowing revealing his assessment. "She asked for my opinion on a theory."

"Hmm," came a soft murmur from Evelyn, her lips briefly pressing together in contemplation.

Hotch's gaze drilled into hers, probing. "What?"

"Nothing," Evelyn dismissed, her shoulders lifting in an indifferent shrug.

The morning's panel had unfolded with a deceptive ease, allowing Evelyn to shelve her simmering jealously. Yet, as the shadows shifted to signal the afternoon's approach, her anxiety crept back, an unwelcome companion. 

In a separate room, she paced, her fingers tracing over her notes, each word etched into memory. "You've got this, Evelyn," she murmured, a mantra against the fatigue that seemed to drape over her. "You are prepared. You are intelligent."

Evelyn's grasp to the chair became white-knuckled as a sudden dizziness swept over her, unannounced and unwelcome. The room swirled into a blur, the ground beneath her seemingly shifting as her breathing became uneven and rapid. She looked up to see Hotch. Caught mid-affirmation and near-collapse, a rush of warmth flooded Evelyn's face. She righted herself with a silent plea, willing the black dots to vanish from her vision. 

His eyes locked onto hers with a piercing intensity, studying her--the subtle shift in her posture, the way her hands trembled. "Evelyn," he said, reaching out to steady her with a firm hand. "What's wrong?"

Her words stumbled out, a clumsy cascade of denial. "Just nerves," she claimed, offering a faltering smile and a brittle laugh to conceal the tightening in her throat. Hotch's steady, searching gaze didn't waver, his disbelief hanging silently in the air.

His voice held a note of insistence. "Have you eaten today?"

Evelyn blinked, realization dawning. "It slipped my mind," she admitted. 

Hotch's next words were lost on her as darkness seeped into her field of view. She felt the world tilt, her knees buckling as she was swiftly cradled in a secure, urgent grasp. Blinking away the disorientation, Evelyn found herself cradled in Hotch's panic-stricken gaze. His eyes were wide with alarm, his cool facade shattered as his hand hovered over 911.

"Hotch," she managed, her voice soft but her sarcasm intact. "Impeccable timing as always."

There was a softening in Hotch's gaze, a subtle shift from concern to mild exasperation. "Evelyn," he chided softly, his finger's tap on her hip a punctuation to his words. "You're anemic. You can't just skip meals like they're optional."

Evelyn's effort to sit up sent the room into a dizzying tailspin, each movement threatening to yank her back down. They found themselves grounded in an intimate proximity--she, half-laying in a disoriented haze, and he, crouching by her side, arms wrapped around her in a secure hold, one hand cupping her head to shield her from the hard ground, the other laid upon her waist. 

"Didn't event cross my mind," she confessed, her voice a fragile thread. "Been so busy."

Hotch's hand emerged from his pocket, clutching a compact, foil-wrapped package. "Here," he urged, extending the snack towards her with a gentle authority. "It's good for anemia."

She squinted at the package. "Do you always carry this around?" she questioned, her voice tinged with genuine surprise.

He nodded, no-nonsense. "Yes."

Inside, her heart did an unexpected leap, touched by his silent care.

"You're a sap, Hotch," she teased, her voice light. "Who knew? I bet you've got a whole stash in that suit."

His eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, the room dissolved and the air thickened. And despite her playful words, Evelyn's fingertips tingled, her skin hyper-aware of every pore. The anemia-induced weakness faded into insignificance all because of a stupid snack he carried around. A snack he had thought to carry for her, based on a single, fleeting confession. 

"Stop talking and eat."

And so, she did.

Evelyn's body protested with each step towards her room. She'd argued, of course--pleaded about missing her speech, about the importance of being present. But Hotch, with his hands guided her with a careful touch, wore an expression that left no room for debate. The lines of his face were drawn tight, a clear reflection of the worry that silenced her objections. 

"Rest," was a firm directive, and though Evelyn balked, she ultimately yielded to his authoritative concern. Promptly, room service materialized at her door, courtesy of her favorite unit chief. The tray was abundant with foods rich in iron, and she'd devoured it with an eagerness, only pausing for sips of water.

As the sun made its descent beyond the horizon, its lingering rays casted a golden spotlight on the outdoor hot tub. Evelyn's silhouette blurred against the steam rising from the water, her skin kissed by the fading light. Her hair, a cascade of disobedient curls, crowned her head and softened the contours of her face. The night air nipped playfully at her heated skin, a refreshing counterpoint to the liquid warmth that welcomed her as she dipped into the water.

As her gaze lifted, her room came into view--the curtains drawn, the soft glow of lamplight seeping through. But then she turned her head, and there he was.

Hotch stood on his balcony, his gaze fixed on her. His expression was inscrutable, and for a moment, Evelyn's heart raced. She could sense it--the unspoken command that she should be in her room resting. But her half-wave was genuine, a flicker of happiness at seeing him. He acknowledged her with a curt nod. Evelyn's gaze returned to her book, her fingers tracing the book's creases, her focus slipping. 

A stranger's appearance disrupted her quietude. He had a tailored physique, the kind that hinted at gym memberships and expensive cologne. His eyes, though--too probing--made her uneasy. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, easing into the water.

Evelyn's responses were polite, but she kept her distance. Yet, he persisted, inching closer with every comment. Evelyn's spine prickled, a frosty warning that crawled from nape to tailbone. The book now lay abandoned on the tub's edge. The distant city lights blurred as she feigned interest, but his nearness--his breath, his questions--made her skin crawl. 

Evelyn's eyes scanned the balcony, hoping to see the reassuring figure of her unit chief. But it was empty--the moon's glow casting eerie shadows on the tiles. 

And then, as if summoned, he materialized. Hotch stood there, his expression unreadable. The moon's glow painted his features--sharp jawline, a hint of stubble. But it was the swimsuit--a sinuous second skin--that stole her breath. The fabric of his shorts traced every contour, leaving little to imagination. Evelyn's gaze lingered on his chest, the hair that spread across of it, the rugged masculinity that defied office walls. Her mouth went dry, pulse racing.

"There you are, babe," she murmured, her tone laced with artificial sweetness. Her pulse raced, her eyes seeking Hotch's with an intensity that begged him to read between the lines.

Confusion creased Hotch's forehead as he processed the scene, his eyes flitting from Evelyn to the stranger, the gears turning. "Sorry honey," he said, his voice a low rumble as he approached the water's edge. "Had to take a call. Work stuff."

The word 'honey' lingered in the air, sweet and potent, leaving Evelyn lightheaded. She felt a flutter in her chest, a realization dawning that with the use of such a word, she'd gladly drawn in paperwork if he asked.

With Hotch's arrival, the water created ripples that reached Evelyn. His eyes, deep and searching, locked onto hers with an immediacy that bridged the distance between them. As he settled next to her, the subtle heat of his presence enveloped her. She nestled against him, her whispered explanation cut off by his lips grazing her ear. 

"I know," he murmured, his breath sending shivers down her spine. Evelyn's heart stumbled over itself, a drumbeat out of sync. "You look so good tonight, honey," he announced, ensuring the words reached beyond their intimate circle. His eyes darted to the supple swell of her breasts on display, a quick, silent exchange that left her heart fluttering wildly, even as her mind reminded her it was just an act.

The man's eyes widened, bouncing from Evelyn and Hotch like a pinball. "Oh," he stuttered, a hint of embarrassment coloring his tone, "I didn't realize you were with someone."

"Yeah," Evelyn said, her voice a soft murmur as she settled into the curve of Hotch's lap, her ass planted firmly against his front. The warmth of his body seeped through the thin veil of her bathing suit, causing her cheeks to set flame. Her heart skipped, reveling in the proximity she knew was off-limits. Hotch's arms, both protective and dangerously intimate, encircled her waist.

"This is my husband," she introduced, the word foreign on her tongue. "Aaron, meet...?" His first name rolled of her tongue, a sweet liberty taken in a moment of pretense, as she left the space open for the stranger to introduce himself. 

The barest hint of a smile threatened to disrupt the stoic lines of Hotch's mouth, a silent admission of pleasure of the sound of his name from Evelyn's lips. The intimacy of the act, hidden behind the guise of necessity, wasn't lost on him. He should have been irked by the ruse, yet he found himself savoring the moment. He cleared his throat, a quiet struggle for detachment, even as her voice echoed in his ears.

"Nathan."

Hotch extended his hand with a blend of authority and subtle warning, introducing himself, "nice to meet you," with a tone that cloaked none of his conviction.

Meanwhile, Evelyn's touch traced a path over his chest, a touch that betrayed the unfamiliarity of the act. Her other hand tangled gently in the hair at his nape, a tender exploration that drew an involuntary shiver from him. 

Hotch's voice was hushed against her ear. "You're laying it on thick," he murmured, his breath a warm caress that belied the sternness of his words. His grip on her hip tightened imperceptibly.

Evelyn's lips quirked, a silent acknowledgement of her tactic. "Necessary," she whispered back, her voice a playful lilt. "For my safety." 

Nathan persisted, undeterred. "So, what are you two down here for?"

Hotch's face remained impassive. "A work conference," he stated, the intensity of his eyes fixed on Evelyn.

"So you both work together?" Nathan asked, his tone probing. "Is that how you met?"

Evelyn's smile unfurled like a victory flag. "Oh, yes," she purred, his voice dripping with faux innocence. "He's my boss actually--totally inappropriate, I know. But bless him, the poor man never stood a chance from the moment he laid eyes on me. He just couldn't help himself. It was a HR disaster, of course, but it all worked out."

Hotch's brow furrowed in disapproval, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling into a reluctant grin. "That's true," he conceded, his voice gruff. "She's... something else, a handful to say the least."

"That's what hands are for!"

Nathan fidgeted uncomfortably as he gave the couple a tight-lipped smile. "Well, I ought to head out," he declared, darting glances between Evelyn and Hotch. "Aaron, you've hit the jackpot, my man."

Hotch's voice was tight, barely containing his exasperation. "No doubt," he managed, "I'm living the dream."

Once Nathan had disappeared, Evelyn leaned closer, her voice a soft, playful murmur. "Guess I owe you one," she teased. "You really sold that doting husband role."

Hotch's response was a single raised brow, his face a mask of feigned solemnity. "Necessary," he echoed, the word rolling of his tongue with a hint of irony. "For your safety."

"You caught the weird vibes he was giving off, right?" she prodded, her elbow gently jabbing his side. "I mean, talk about strange, huh?"

"You're like a magnet for guys like that," Hotch observed, his mouth curving into a half-smile "but, yes, you made the right call."

Her grin was infectious. "Always do," she said with a wink. "You know we make a pretty good team, don't you think? Maybe we should look into undercover work."

"A good team, yes," Hotch agreed, his tone dry. "But undercover? I'd have to start practicing my 'shushing' gestures now."

"Aaron Hotchner, did you just make a joke? Where's my notebook?" Evelyn's giggle rang out, loud and unrestrained as she clutched his shoulders. "And if I talk too much, it's only to balance out your brooding silence."

Her laughter was a living thing, wrapping around Hotch, nudging at the corners of his usually impassive facade. The sheer delight in her voice, planted a seed of contemplation in Hotch, a consideration that maybe, just maybe, a joke here and there wouldn't be such a bad thing, especially if it elicited such a reaction from her.

For a fleeting moment, a genuine, toothy smile flashed across Hotch's face, an uncommon display that he quickly concealed with a downward shake of his head, not wanting to boost her ego any more than necessary. 

"You know, aren't you supposed to be resting up in your room?" 

Evelyn's gaze lingered on him, savoring the rarity of his wide smile. She couldn't help but marvel at the sight and it stirred in her an urge to see it again and again.

"I don't know, Hotch," Evelyn replied, her voice as light as the air around them. A stray lock of hair drifted across her face, and she huffed it away with a puff of breath. "I'm quite content right here."

Hotch raised an eyebrow, disbelief playing on his words. "Oh, really?"

Suddenly, Evelyn's casual demeanor crumbled, replaced by a flustered clarity as she realized her position, perched unceremoniously upon his lap. "Oh, um," she murmured, her voice trailing off into a stammer as a warm flush of embarrassment spread across her face. "I mean, not in an inappropriate way! That came out wrong, sir. I just meant the hot tub is relaxing--like a warm hug for my muscles. Not that I'm hugging you. I mean, I am, but not intentionally. It's just the--"

The shrill ring of Hotch's phone sliced through the air, a timely interruption to Evelyn's frenzied monologue. He leaned subtly to the side, his hand extending towards the intrusive device, his movements fluid and composed. Meanwhile, Evelyn's departure from his lap was anything but graceful; her cheeks burned with a fiery blush as she mumbled an apology, her limbs betraying her as she hastily disentangled herself.

"Sorry," she stammered, her words trailing off into the chaos of her movement. "I'll just--"

With a simple lift of his hand, Hotch stilled her spiraling apologies, his attention shifting seamlessly to the caller on the line. Evelyn perched beside him, her cheeks still painted with the flush of embarrassment, feeling the residual heat from their embrace. His voice was the epitome of calm and control, his gaze lingering on her as he spoke into the phone.

"Hotchner," he announced into the phone, his voice a steady command. Evelyn breath steadied, her hands playing at her bikini strings as she willed calm to wash over her. The call ended with a decisive click, and she tensed anticipating his next words. "We have a case. We're going to meet the team in Somerville, Massachusetts."

NEXT

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Angel part 5

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 3, 800 

Warnings:  dirty talk, fingering, cheating, choking, sex (p in v)

A/N: English is not my first language.

Aemond is 20, Helaena, Aegon and Y/N are 22, Jason Lannister is 25

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne  @aemondsdoll @schniiipsel  @okfashionista @zillahvathek @teranya @tempo-rary-fix @reneki  @moonmaiden1996 @padfooteyes​ @nina2697 @ryswritingrecord @iiamthehybrid​, @justsumtuffstuff​ @aemonds-wifey @blacpiink, @devotedlythoughtfulanchor​

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

Y/N’s POV

It was a Friday night and Aemond just wanted to get few drinks with his teammates and have some fun, he definitely didn't expect to see HER there with his sister and the Velaryon twins. This wasn't the place she would usually visit. This was a sports bar, he assumed that Stark wanted to watch the rugby final on the big TV and his sister followed him, dragging Y/N along with them. 

She was like a plague, poisoning his mind and showing up wherever he went these days.

For Aemond it all started as a game. He was so pissed when he missed the fuck date with the super sexy girl because of his sister’s goody two shoes friend. It was the same sexy girl that was currently sitting on his lap, nibbling on his ear and irritating him to no end. He just wanted to give Y/N a lesson, toy with her feelings for a while and then toss her away. It was never his intension to fuck her, she was far away from his usual type of girls. He liked strong, confident women, usually much older than him, women that knew what they wanted in life and in sex and who didn't expect a lifetime romance from him. She was the exact opposite. She liked to back talk to him and play hard to get, but deep down she was insecure and feeling guilty about every time he touched her. She was shy and had a romantic visions on sex. 

He only wanted her to admit that she wants him and then dump her. And she did that, he had her spread on their kitchen table, moaning mess, begging him to let her cum. He totally humiliated her when he stopped right before her cum and told her to go to her boyfriend. That was supposed to be the end of this little mind games, he had better things to do than making little girl’s wet dreams coming true.

That was his intention...

He definitely didn't plan to let her invade his mind like this. He didn't plan to jerk off to the idea of her bouncing on his cock. The way how she was moaning his name that night and begging him to let her cum was living free in his head.

He loved how she quickly submitted herself to him, listening to his orders. His girls were usually equal to him in bedroom, he didn’t like submissive girls, they were too clingy and soft, but it was different with her, he wanted to dominate her, to ruin her, to own her.

He called her angel all the time, because she was the good, dutiful girl, never misbehaving, having the best grades at school, volunteering in charity and other shit, living boring uneventful life and he wanted to ruin her perfect image, to corrupt her, to change the little perfect angel into sinful devil.

The girl on his lap bit his ear playfully and he had enough.

Aemond was getting more and more angry at her and mainly at himself that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He hated to admit it to himself but he wanted her and he wanted her badly. He wanted to make her moan and beg se prettily like the last time, he wanted to fuck her so hard that she will be screaming his name loudly her voice becoming hoarse. He wanted her and he was Aemond Targaryen and he always got what he wanted.

“Go bothering Aegon,” he pushed the girl from his lap, annoyed by her already.

“Come here kitten, let’s make a deal. Here are some money, go and get drinks for us and I’ll let you sit on my lap all night long,” he gave her a dashing smile and she hesitantly nodded and walked to the bartender to order something for them.

“Poor girl, she doesn’t know that my brother is lusting for forbidden fruit,” Aegon chuckled.

“I am not,” Aemond growled, irritated. 

“Sure and that's the reason why is your eye burning holes into the side of Y/N’s head all night,” Aegon laughed.

“Too bad her boyfriend is there with her,” he kept provoking his younger brother.

“I don’t give a fuck, piss off, Aegon!” Aemond said stubbornly but he was fuming inside. That fucker Jason Lannister was sitting at the table next to her, his filthy hand wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her possessively close to him the whole time. He wanted to rip off his hand out of his body and beat him with it for touching her like this. He heard enough about him and about how he treats her to know that he is not good for her. She was so responsive to him, so touch starved… That idiot didn’t know how to take care of a girl like her, how to make her body sing for him. He could bet that she pretended to cum while having sex with him many times.

“Sure brother, you don’t give a fuck and that’s the reason why are you holding your beer bottle so tightly that you will break the glass soon,” Aegon snorted and grinned lazily at the girl who came back with his drink, he pulled her into his lap, laughing provocatively at Aemond who seemed like he is about to murder someone.

Y/N POV

You were chuckling at one of Cregan’s jokes, having a very good time with your friends and Jason. You were really surprised when he suggested that he wants to spend some time with you and your friends. He made it so hard for you to break up with him. You wanted to end your relationship, especially after what happened with Aemond. You hated cheating and Jason didn’t deserve this from you. But it seemed like if he knew you wanted to break up with him and kept distracting you and today he even proposed that you both should do something with your friends.

You didn’t want to do it now, because Aemond would think that you broke up with Jason because of him. And it was not true, you didn’t care about that asshole at all. You noticed him earlier, he was sitting on the other side of the room with some long legged bitch on his lap. He looked like if he owns this place, looking sexy as hell in his dark jeans and black shirt, the dark clothes making contrast with his pale skin and silver blonde hair. You quickly looked away and sat next to Jason, so he was somewhere behind you. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head the whole evening but you refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence. 

“After we finish hanging out with your friends we can go to my place, honey,” Jason purred into your ear and you hated yourself because you didn’t feel any kind of excitement when he told you this. You remembered how wet you were in seconds after Aemond talked dirty to you in their kitchen and you quickly shook your head, you didn’t want to think about that smug asshole tonight.

“Ehm, sure, Jason, that would be nice,” you smiled kindly at him. He leaned closer to you, kissing you in front of everyone. You felt your cheeks burning, you really wasn’t a fan of public display of affection. And Jason never did this before. Light peck on the cheek or his hand on the small of your back was the only affection he gave you in public. And today he had his hand wrapped around you, he was whispering into your ear and kissed you in front of your friends. Something was off…

You didn’t know that Jason noticed Aegon glancing your way from time to time and he became possessive and wanted to show to that blonde bastard that you were his and only his.

“We can have a very sexy evening, Y/N. I can’t wait to see what hot lingerie you are hiding under this cute dress,” he continued whispering into your ear and you were very confused. He never talked like this to you. This was the first time he tried something that could be considered a dirty talk with you. And once again, it didn’t excite you at all, the idea of having sex with him tonight wasn’t appealing to you. You slightly turned your head to the left and noticed Aemond staring right at you and you felt shivers running down your spine. One look at him get you more wet than Jason’s seductive speech in your ear.

“Can we go now, honey?” he asked and you frowned.

“We just got here couple minutes ago, it would be rude, wait at least after the game ends,” you whispered back and noticed Helaena’s worried look. Jason sighed, obviously getting bored very quickly and annoyed by your refusal to go with him immediately. You appreciated that he made effort to spend some time with your friends but he was obviously doing something he didn’t find comfortable.

“OK, sweetheart, as you wish,” he smiled at you but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned into you, placed his hand on your thigh and kissed you possessively and you gasped, there was definitely something wrong with him today, he barely kissed you like this behind the closed doors. You were so confused by all this that you didn’t notice the sound of a glass being broken. If you turned around you would find Aemond sitting at the same spot you saw him when you arrived, holding a broken piece of his beer glass in his hand, glaring at you two with murderous glint in his blue eye.

“I am sorry I need to go to the ladies room,” you excused yourself and quickly escaped Jason’s lips and hands.

“I will be right back,” you assured him, when you saw him frowning at you.

“Should I go with you, Y/N?” Helaena asked you, looking at you worriedly.

“No, I am fine, I just need to refresh myself a little,” you smiled at her and quickly walked towards the bathroom area. 

You walked inside the small room, breathing heavily and looking at yourself in the mirror. What the hell are you doing? You are sitting next to your boyfriend and you keep thinking about the man who treated you like a trash and humiliated you in more than one occasion, there was definitely something wrong with you. But it only made you realize that you really have to end things with Jason. He didn’t deserve to waste his time with someone who doesn’t love him anymore. You just had to find the perfect opportunity and time to tell him this. You sighed and bend over the sink to pour some cold water on your face to calm yourself down. You heard the door open and close, ignoring it, thinking that it’s just some other girl who needs to use the bathroom. But then you heard the door being locked. The goose bumps rose on your skin and you knew it’s him before he opened his stupid mouth.

“Hiding here from someone, angel? Maybe from your annoying boyfriend?” Aemond asked you and quickly turned around, facing him. He was stunningly beautiful this close. He was leaning against the closed door, his arms folded on his chest, the first two buttons of his black shirt opened up, revealing more of his pale skin, his dark jeans fitting him perfectly, the whole black outfit was giving him the dangerous aura which you loved so much. 

“Stay away from me,” you warned him, watching him with caution.

“Why? Are you afraid that you will end up moaning my name again?” he smirked cockily and eyed you from head to toe.

"You wish,” you snorted and tried to figure out how you will get out of here, when he was standing between you and the door.

“I think it’s you, who is wishing for something, Y/N,” he cocked his head to the side.

“I think that you are wishing that it was not your boyfriend who kissed you and touched you, but me,” he smirked when he saw the flash of guilt in your eyes.

“That’s a lie!” you tried to defend yourself.

“I saw you, I saw you being so uncomfortable with him touching you and kissing you in front of your friends, you run away from him to the bathroom, angel,” he took a step closer to you, causing the sink digging into your back since you tried to keep the distance between you two. 

“It looks like you are the one who is obsessed with me, Aemond. Watching my every move tonight. It’s you who has a problem, not me,” you snapped. 

“I am free man, angel. I can do whatever I want,” he smirked, not letting it show that you hit the nail on its head.

“I am free to watch, touch, kiss or fuck whoever I want,” he continued as he took another step to you.

“So go and do that, go bothering someone else,” you said desperately, feeling your walls crumbling down at his presence. It was ridiculous how your body reacted to him.  

“That’s the problem, angel,” he placed his hand behind your head on the mirror.

“I want you,” he purred and lifted your chin, so you had to look at him.

“You can’t always have what you want, you asshole,” you tried to sound intimidating but you were barely whispering, the lustful look in his eye distracting you so much.

“I only want to claim what is mine, angel. And you are MINE,” he growled the word mine, the possessiveness in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I am not yours, what the fuck are you thinking about yourself, I won’t let you make fool of myself ever again,” you fumed, how dared he to call you his? He had no right to say something like that.

“All you do is humiliating me and then walking away from me!” you shouted at him, stabbing your finger into his chest, feeling the angry tears in your eyes.

“There will be no more walking away this time, angel,” he assured you, completely ignoring the other things you mentioned.

“No, of course it won’t be. Because nothing will happen, let me go,” you wanted to walk past him, unlock the door and go back to your friends, but his wrapped around your waist and he pushed you back to the sink. His other hand grabbed the side of your head, pulling you to him, kissing you hungrily. All will to fight left your body as soon as you felt his lips on yours again. He was excellent kisser and his lips fitted to yours perfectly. You melted to him and he deepened the kiss, his was tongue exploring, licking the roof of your mouth, his fingers were digging into your hip, pulling you closer to him, you groaned when you felt his hard cock against your belly. Aemond smirked into the kiss and took your hand and placed it on his growing bulge. You gasped and his lips moved to your neck.  

“See, angel? See what you are doing to me? These jeans are very tight and it’s painful to be so hard all night because of you,” he groaned against the side of your throat. Your head was spinning at his words, you loved to hear him saying that you turned him on. You got bold and rubbed his cock through his jeans, loving the strangled moan he let out. He quickly placed you on the sink and grabbed your hands and lifted them behind your head, keeping them pinned there with his big hand.

“Do you want to tease me, angel?” he stepped between your legs, your dress giving his full access to your clothed pussy.

“Really?” he smirked and his fingers rubbed your clit and you whined desperately.

“Always so responsive to me, angel. Already soaked for me. Tell me, Y/N, does your boyfriend make you this wet so quickly?” he asked, his fingers sliding inside you with ease. You cried out when he found your G-spot.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded and his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

“No, he doesn’t,” he admitted and you fought against his grasp, desperately wanting to touch him.

“Tell me angel, did you think about me last week when he was fucking you? Did you imagine my face when you cum?” he kept asking you while his fingers kept thrusting inside you, hitting your g-spot every time.

“No-o-o,” you stuttered, feeling your orgasm cumming quickly.

“No?” he questioned you.

“He didn’t fuck me at all,” you admitted and whined when he increased the speed of his fingers inside you.

“Oh, poor horny little thing. What kind of idiot he is that he leaves this pretty, dripping pussy unsatisfied,” he groaned against your ear, you felt your legs starting shaking.

“Aemond, please,” you begged him, desperate to cum.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” he smirked and his fingers slipped out from you. You whined desperately, ready to kill him for leaving you at the verge of orgasm again. But then he started taking off his belt. You watched him with fascination, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing his protruding veins, he slowly unzipped his jeans took off his boxers and you drooled when his cock sprang free.

“Do you like what you see, angel?” he smirked when he saw your expression.

“Not bad, let’s see if you can do something good with it, asshole,” you teased him and he smirked. 

“I will stretch you so good that you will be begging me to stop abusing your neglected cunt,” he promised and stroke his cock couple times. He nudged your clit with the tip of his cock and you whimpered.

“You desperately want me to put it in, don’t you, angel?” he teased you and rubbed his cock against you, but still didn’t put it inside you.

“This tight little pussy wants to be filled with my cock, isn’t it right, angel?” he continued driving you crazy. You let out needy moans, watching him with pleading eyes.

“I want you to say it, Y/N. Tell me how much you want to feel me inside you,” he groaned and pushed just the tip of his cock against your entrance. You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer to you.

Aemond, fuck me please, I want it, I need you,” you begged him and you moaned loudly as he finally filled you.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out. His cock was almost too big for you, but you were so wet that the stretch felt painfully blissful.

“Damn it, angel! You are so fucking tight,” he cursed and pulled you closer, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your nails dag into his shoulders. He pushed into you in slow, powerful thrusts, you tossed your head back, resting it against the mirror, giving him the perfect opportunity to attack the soft skin on your throat with his lips. He sucked hard, definitely leaving his mark on your skin, but at this point you didn’t care.

“Faster, harder, Aemond, please,” you were babbling incoherently but he understood you perfectly. He grabbed your hips firmly and started fucking you with quick, short thrusts. The sink under you was squeaking, not being built for such activities.

“Do you like it? Do you like how full you feel right now, angel? Stuffed with my cock, moaning like a good little slut for me,” he groaned against your ear and you whimpered.

“It feels so go-o-d,” you stuttered, your voice shaking as your whole body moved thanks to him pouding into you in savage rhythm. He wrapped his hand around your throat, the other hand found your clit and you knew that you will cum like never before.

“You are doing so good, taking my cock so well, moaning for me so fucking prettily, do you wanna cum, my filthy little angel?” he praised you and your head started spinning.

“Yes, please, Aemond, I… fuck, I am so close, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you mewled and wrapped your legs tighter around him as if you wanted to lock him between your legs forever.

“Shhh, I got you, Y/N. Cum for me, angel. Cum around my dick,” he commanded and watched your face closely. You weren’t prepared for the wave to hit you so hard, and you would have screamed out loud, but he smartly pressed his hand to your mouth, quietening your screams of pleasure. You moaned deeply, arching back and pressing your chest to his. He held you still, and you could feel him throbbing inside you, so close to just exploding.

“Fuck, angel. Your needy cunt is squeezing me so good,” he groaned and you have never heard more sexier sound in your life. It took few more thrusts into your clenching pussy for him to cum as well. He kissed you possessively as he spilled inside you. He pressed his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath. Your heart beat was slowing down and your mind started working again. Oh fuck, what have you done? This was bad, really bad. But maybe he will leave you now, he got what he wanted from you and he will move to his next victim. 

“Ehm… I should go back, they are probably looking for me,” you said awkwardly and hopped off the sink. He watched you quietly, his face unreadable. You cleaned yourself up the best you could and picked up your panties from the floor but he snatched them from your fingers.

“I keep this,” he smirked and you watched in horror when he put them in the pocket of his jeans.

“You can’t do it, give them back,” you tried to reach his pocket but it was like trying to move a mountain. He pushed you against the wall.

“You will go back there, to your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, with my cum drying in your pussy,” he grinned at you, knowing that there was no way that you would let that idiot try anything on you tonight while you don’t have your panties on.

“Do you enjoy ruining my life?” you asked him, hating yourself for falling for his charms because obviously he just enjoyed toying with you.

“I enjoyed ruining this sweet, tight pussy,” he said and cupped your pussy once again. You felt yourself getting wet for him again.

“I claimed it once and will do it again,” he announced.

“No, you won’t,” you tried to protest but he only smirked at you and patted your pussy gently, making you whimpered in responce.

“Keep telling yourself that, angel,” he kissed you softly.

“See you around, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear and left you there, absolutely sated and confused...

Part 6

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Project Freak Part Three (Eddie Munson x Reader) Enemies to Lovers

Warnings:  Angsty and smutty af 8+ Only. (Do not interact if under 18)

Summary:  You’re partnered up with the person you’d never be caught dead with. But the more you work alongside Eddie, the tension continues to build amongst eachother

AN: I’m so sorry this took so long but this is worth the wait I promise!!Should I start a tag list?? Also I have no idea why it isn’t letting me add a page break suddenly? I’m so sorry about that and hopefully I can add one in later. Series Masterlist here and enjoy!! xxx N

You felt like you were going crazy all of a sudden. Nothing made sense suddenly while you walked through the now very dark and eerie school hallway. Just moments ago, it was illuminated with fluorescents and filled with your friends and other students. But now it was something out of a nightmare.

The hallway was blackened with only a light flickering on and off which only made you feel more unsettled. Nobody was around and you were afraid to shout for anyone, almost as if you were too scared to speak. You knew you were at school but none of this felt familiar at all. And most importantly you had no idea how you got here. Were you dreaming?

Your entire body tensed while you headed into the cafeteria, hoping to find Chrissy or Jason or honestly…Eddie. Anybody, just anyone who could tell you what was going on. Or to wake you up. God, did you take something before class without even realizing? This felt way too real to be a dream, which only made you feel more frantic and anxious.

The cafeteria was also deserted but there was blood and grime everywhere. The tables were coated in black filth while the vending machines had dust entirely coating them. You felt uneasy and like you were going to throw up. None of this was right. You gripped your textbooks so tight your knuckles turned white while you made your way through all of the tables, still hoping to find somebody.

You swore you heard whispers behind you but when you turned around nothing was there. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up while your heart felt like it was in your throat. Trying to calm yourself and take a few deep breaths, you finally opened your mouth and tried to call out for somebody. But when you did, nothing came out. It was like you’d been muted.

Now, you were frightened and completely panicked. Dropping your books, they thudded loudly to the ground as you sprinted towards the window. It looked worse outside than it did in the school. Reddened sky with demented looking clouds, the trees looked like they had died months ago and you swore you saw bats flying around in the distance. This wasn’t Hawkins. You didn’t know what this place was. Or how you got here. But you knew you needed to wake the hell up right now.

Something called your name in the distance, that time it was crystal clear. It was deep and…demonic sounding. It repeated your name in the same monotone and it sent shivers down your spine. Whatever it was knew you were here and it wanted you. It was asking for you.

You turned around and nobody was there. Walking out of the cafeteria and back towards the hallway you heard heavy, wet footsteps that made you shudder. You wanted to scream but you figured saying nothing was best right now. But you did decide to run.

Bolting towards the exit, you whimpered to yourself as you continued to hear the voice calling your name. But it was becoming clearer and was sounding more and more like someone you knew. Your mother. It couldn’t be. There was no feasible way it could be. Whatever it was was pretending to be your mother to try and lure you closer. But you had to fight the urge and keep running.

You finally yelled for help as you came to a crashing halt. Slamming into something so hard, it knocked the wind out of you. You finally were able to use your voice so you screamed louder. Your eyes clenched shut while you curled into a ball on the floor in a panic.

“Woah! Hey,Y/N! Hey!” A voice called out to you that almost sounded normal. You stopped screaming and opened your eyes with a whimper, almost terrified to even open them and see what was waiting for you, “Y/N, can you hear me?” Eddie’s voice was soft while he knelt on the ground at your level.

Blinking slowly, you took small breaths as you looked around. You were outside in the woods behind the school. It was daytime. The sky wasn’t red, the trees were well-quenched from the rain the night before and you weren’t alone. At least right now you weren’t. You didn’t know what the hell just happened to you but it felt real. Way too real. And you couldn’t make heads or tails of any of it.

Eddie saw your widened eyes and how filled with fear they were. He never saw you look quite so vulnerable before and to be honest, it worried him. It looked like you had just witnessed a murder or something and he didn’t know what was going on. Why were you out in his neck of the woods by yourself? He was lucky that he saw you because judging by how you were acting, he didn’t trust you alone right now.

“You okay?” Eddie asked even though he knew it was a stupid question. Of course you weren’t okay, look at you. Your eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot and it looked like you had just gone through hell. “You’re safe here,” he tried again, hoping he could get something out of you but he didn’t want to pressure you.

Nodding your head, you slowly sat up straight while you got your bearings, “How did I get out here?” you wondered as you looked at how far the school was from here. Just moments ago you were running out of the cafeteria from the thing calling your name, “I was just in the cafeteria…” you looked over to the building suspiciously.

“The cafeteria has been closed for hours now? It’s almost six…” Eddie raised an eyebrow at you. If he didn’t know any better, he would say you took something earlier that made you tweak out like this. He’d seen it before, he was just surprised he witnessed it with you, “Do you need to sober up?” he offered gently.

“I didn’t take anything, Munson,” you pushed him away from you. Of course you looked crazy. You sounded like it, going on about what you saw and you knew nobody would understand it. Not even Eddie. You tried standing up slowly and looked around, “I’m fine. I just…I don’t know,” you didn’t want to say anything else to make yourself seem worse.

Eddie knew something was wrong. He didn’t need to be friends with you or even like you to be able to tell. The way your eyes looked vacant and scared, the shakiness in your voice. Maybe he was wrong about the drugs. But he was right about something going on with you that you were afraid of. And he wasn’t going to take that lightly.

Reaching into his back pocket, Eddie grabbed his keys and went to your side, “Hey, let me take you home, okay?” his voice was soft, a side of Eddie you had never seen before and you weren’t sure how to take it. He seemed like he was genuinely concerned about you and you couldn’t deny you appreciated it despite how caught off guard you were, “I really don’t think you should be driving anyway,” he added as he grabbed your arm delicately.

“I’m fi-…ugh…okay, whatever,” you weren’t in the mood to put up a fight with Eddie right now so you held back your stubbornness and agreed. You had just gone through…something weird; you weren’t about to make matters worse by fighting with arguably the one person who was actually trying to help you. You knew Jason would probably just laugh in your face. For Eddie to offer to help you of all people was saying enough. So you agreed and let him guide you towards his van parked by the entrance down by the soccer field.

The drive home was silent while Eddie drove, not even putting on his loud music you hated because you figured he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Everything you had just gone through was coursing through your brain for the entire ride, over and over again and it only made you feel crazier the more you thought about it. Nobody was going to believe you. And the worst part was you didn’t even know what it was to even tell anybody.

Tears began to stain your cheeks while you stared out the window and Eddie pulled onto your block. Quickly wiping them so he wouldn’t see, you sat back in the passenger’s seat and sucked in a deep breath. Focused on him pulling into your empty driveway as you continued to fight back your tears. You didn’t want Eddie to see you fall apart. Nobody ever did so you weren’t going to start now with Eddie. Despite your recent history.

Eddie followed you to the door, watching as you fumbled with your keys until you finally unlocked the front door. Your hands were shaking and Eddie could tell you were trying to hide it from him but it didn’t work. He followed you in the front door a few steps to make sure you were steady. He knew he was pretty much inviting himself at but he wasn’t about to leave you alone in an empty house when you were clearly behaving strangely. It wouldn’t sit right with him.

“…hey…you’re alright…” he offered. He wasn’t sure you wanted his comfort but something inside of him wouldn’t allow him to just stand there letting you deal with this alone.

It was odd but he felt this sudden tug at his heart at the sight of you struggling like this.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you answered in a low voice as you stood in the kitchen. Your eyes went down to the floor, afraid to even look at Eddie. You laughed nervously as your fingers went to the end of your hair, “You’d just think I’m fucking crazy anyway and I’d rather not give you more fuel to feed the fire,” you sighed.

Eddie frowned and tilted his head to the side, “I…I would never think that but tell me, don’t tell me, I don’t care, princess. I just care that you’re safe,” he shrugged.

“Oh all of the sudden you care about me?” you raised an eyebrow with a small laugh and paced around the kitchen. Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was in your kitchen and you weren’t kicking or screaming over it. It actually felt almost…relieving to have him there. You felt safe around him. Especially after everything that you had just gone through. You were shockingly glad to have Eddie taking care of you willingly, as much as it surprised you.

He flinched and glared at you, hearing your disdain but figured it was a combination of whatever happened that was putting you on edge and your normal brattiness. So he let out a dry laugh and quirked a brow at you, “I wouldn’t have followed you stumbling around in the woods to make sure you were okay if I didn’t care a tiny bit,” he hated to admit it. But he knew he wouldn’t have done what he did in the library the other day with you if he didn’t want you. “I’m not a prick like your boyfriend,” he added sharply.

“He’s not my boyfr…is that why you were in the woods?” you cut yourself off while you asked him a bit smugly. You were still on edge from earlier but your banter with Eddie was certainly a distraction you enjoyed. “Because you…care?” you couldn’t say it without mocking him.

“That’s where I go to deal, sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart,” Eddie leaned in with a grin that matched yours. He was glad to see you in better spirits even though he still wanted to wipe that smug grin off your face, “I was finishing up and I happened to see a girl roaming the woods by herself before sundown and then I realized it was you which was…weird…since I’ve never seen you in the backwoods ever? So yeah…do you really think I’d just leave you there?” he answered back, his own honesty even surprising him.

You let out a laugh with a hand on your hip, “I’m fine now. So if you’re concerned about me, there’s no need,” you found yourself hiding behind that wall once again. Afraid to let somebody like Eddie in or too close. If he knew the real you, he probably wouldn’t even be here, you told yourself. “You can go home now, Munson,” you shooed him with a small shove of your palm.

Eddie took your hand and held you by the wrist. His grip was tight enough so he had your attention but loose enough where it was easy for you to let go if you wanted to. But you gave him permission to touch you as he looked into your still reddened eyes, “Do you want me to leave?” he asked firmly.

You remained silent. Your eyes locked on Eddie’s and you felt your stomach flip from the way he always stared at you. It wasn’t possessive or like you were some sort of object like the way Jason and other guys looked at you. Eddie looked at you like you were someone worth looking at. Like you were different. Special.

“Tell me what you want…” he said, his voice low. Waiting for your response. He didn’t want to leave after what he had witnessed earlier. But he realized he wanted to stay for other reasons as well. “Tell the truth,” he added.

You hesitated to answer. Part of you was just being stubborn but the other was curious as to why you…wanted him so badly. You wanted to fight it and call him a freak or tell him to go home. It would be easier than letting another guy in and risk getting hurt.

And if you told the truth, would he want you just as bad. The look in his eyes made you think that he might. It didn’t make you any less conflicted though.

“I…” you faltered, hating the nerves evident in your voice. You cleared your throat and felt your guarded side come out, “Leave me alone, freak…” You snapped.

“Try again, brat,” Eddie stared back.He would not touch you until you told him exactly what you wanted. And if you really didn’t want him around he would leave no questions asked. He wasn’t Jason. He wasn’t like any of those territorial douchebags. But he could tell there was more going on in your head that you were afraid to say to Eddie.

“No,” you stubbornly said. And his brow rose.

“No? Alright, I’ll head out then-” he began walking away until you blurted out another ‘no!’ but this time with more force. “Then tell me what you want, princess,” he said just as forcefully.

“…make me forget,” you finally breathed out. The vulnerability made your heart race. Your face became flushed with heat when you spoke. But oddly enough you found yourself becoming more comfortable around Eddie, “I want you to make me forget,” you repeated before you kissed him.

Eddie’s hands slipped down to your sides while he kissed you back. Capturing your top lip as he lifted you in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He started carrying you up the stairs in between his kisses, “Which way is your room?” His voice was desperate when he spoke and looked at you.

The way he asked made your core throb against his waist and judging by the grin on Eddie’s face, you were sure he knew. You pointed towards your door by the hall as Eddie carried you in. His face almost dropped to the floor when he saw your room, clearly expecting an entirely different type of room.

Eddie let out a breathy laugh as he set you down on the edge of the bed, his eyes going towards the hundreds of records you had lining your dark blue walls. He looked at you with a face and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m….surprised, Y/N. Y’know, I pictured your room and this wasn’t what I pictured,” he looked at your dresser with cheerleader trophies resting on it.

“Were you expecting lots of pink and frills? Maybe a horse collection?” You raised an eyebrow as you watched Eddie scan your records. A lot of people had no idea how interested you were in music and you mostly kept it to yourself. The last time you mentioned Fleetwood Mac to Jason, he gave you an hour-long lecture that it was “Satan worshiping music.”

“Something like that,” Eddie shrugged as he picked up an album with a face while he examined it, “Bowie, huh? I can handle Bowie,” he nodded before he placed it back on the shelf before he made his way back to you with a grin, “Good to know the girl I’m about to fuck isn’t a teeny-bopping, mall-pop robot,” he teased before he went back to your lips.

You leaned back on your bed with a small whimper, “I still like Tiffany and Debbie Gibson, asshole. I just happen to like other things too,” you pulled away and gave him a death glare. Everything between the two of you felt so easy yet so challenging at the same time and it was something you didn’t want to give up just yet, “Plus now that I know you hate it, I’m buying their records,” you teased while you took off your t-shirt.

Eddie’s eyes went to your breasts and cussed under his breath. The two of you had fooled around in the library, but he never actually saw you naked until just now and you were beautiful. “Why are the bratty ones always the hottest?” He teased while his tongue flicked your nipple.

“Probably the same reason why the mean ones are the ones you want to make you cum,” you admitted while you started to unbuckle Eddie’s jeans. Never in a million years did you think you would be about to have sex with Eddie Munson. But here you were, in your bedroom asking him to do things you never asked any other guy. And the craziest part was you only wanted Eddie to do those things to you.

“I’m the mean one? If I’m so mean maybe I shouldn’t give you what you want then…” he playfully suggested while his fingers pulled back up your pants. He loved pressing your buttons, especially when you were acting like a damn brat. The expressions on your face were priceless and made him glad you couldn’t read him. Because Eddie knew the truth that he couldn’t say no to you anymore.

Making a pout, you sighed when he stopped. Dammit, you wanted him and you knew the only way was to put your guard down a bit. Taking a deep breath, you looked at Eddie apologetically, “Please don’t go…” you suddenly felt so timid and small next to him. You hated feeling so vulnerable. But maybe Eddie needed to hear it from you, “I want you here, Eddie. I’m so scared and I just want you to help me feel…safe,” you finally said it and felt yourself blush. But it was the truth.

Eddie pushed some of your hair out of your face and leaned in to kiss you. Deepening it while his hands went back to your jeans, his tongue finding yours with passion as he peeled them off skillfully, “I’m not leaving, Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips with another kiss.

He hovered over you and laid you down on the bed. His lips trailing down to your neck and back to your nipple, sucking on them and feeling his cock twitch when he made you moan. It was odd how…protective he suddenly felt over you. He wanted to make you feel safe and he wanted to make you feel better. Taking care of you and tending to your body only made him crave you more.

Eddie reached into his jeans on the floor and pulled out a condom from the back pocket and carefully rolled it on. He hadn’t been expecting this to happen but he always kept something on him just to be safe. He did whatever he could to avoid another talk with Wayne after the incident last summer when he walked in on Eddie with Chrissy Cunningham in his trailer.

His fingers began circling your clit while he teased your entrance with his tip. Your eyes were filled with lust and desire for Eddie and he was sure that his looked the same. Bringing his lips down to your chest, he kissed your skin and took his time with you. “Are you sure about this…?” Eddie felt unsure of himself as he rubbed your clit. It wouldn’t be the first time he was used by a pretty girl, “About me?” He almost didn’t want you to answer that question.

“Eddie, I’m sure,” you answered right away as you guided his hand to where you wanted it. God, he had such a way of making you feel good that it was driving you wild. You couldn’t get over the fact that you were asking Eddie to fuck you but here you were. And you didn’t care what anyone thought about it either. “I feel safe with you,” you captured his lips tenderly as you felt Eddie slip inside of you.

Eddie hissed as he entered you. Feeling your wet, tight walls around his cock while he remained still for a moment so you could get used to him. You were soaked for him which only turned Eddie on even more. Moaning against your lips, he pushed his hips deeper into you while he continued to circle your clit.

Bringing his right hand to yours, Eddie laced your fingers together and raised them above your head near the headboard. His other hand continued to explore your body, kneading your breast carefully while he began rocking his hips into you. Bringing himself into you slowly as he moaned into a deep kiss against your neck.

Your hips bucked up into Eddie's, the rhythm beginning to match his while you dug your nails into his bare back. You felt so full with him inside of you, and it made such a difference than anything else you had experienced prior. Eddie was different. Better. Bigger. And you were already hooked on him.

“Use your words and talk to me, baby…” Eddie cooed in your ear. Using his teeth against your earlobe and he laughed against it when you moaned again, “I wanna know exactly how I’m making you feel,” he growled while his hand made his way down to your clit again.

“I….” You could barely form a sentence from how Eddie was tending to you. He was circling your clit and thrusting deeper into you, you clenched around him tighter and caused him to groan your name which made you coat his cock in more of your warmth. “Eddie…I….fuck…” you cried out.

Eddie brought his tongue against your nipple and flicked it while he picked up his pace. The way you were gripping his cock was sending him into a frenzy, “I said use your words, sweetheart,” he teased as he rubbed your clit faster. “Tell me,” he pressed his thumb harshly against your clit now which caused you to scream in pleasure.

“You’re making me see fucking stars, Eddie!“ You matched your thrusts with his, wanting as much contact as possible. His fingers working your clit like magic while his cock was deep inside of you now, “Make me cum all over your fucking cock,” you demanded in your fucked out haze.

“I love seeing you like this,” Eddie praised as his thumb and index finger pinched your clit which pulled another loud moan from you that made his cock begin twitching inside of you. He could feel how close you were and he was determined to make you cum so hard right now, “So horny for me and desperate to cum,” he teased as he began to bottom out.

You arched your back into Eddie as your tongue searched wildly for his. How could you have never experienced this with any other partner before? You were now hooked on all of Eddie, including his cock. And you wanted him to be all yours.

Your eyes clenched shut and Eddie bit your lip gently to get your attention, “No. I want those beautiful eyes on me…” Eddie told you as he waited for you to open them. He grinned wildly as he circled you faster, “I want you looking at me when you cum, okay, baby?” His voice was both rough and gentle at the same time, which made you feel even more safe within this very vulnerable and intimate moment.

That familiar feeling you experienced in the library with Eddie returned without any sort of warning and you erupted from his words alone. Eddie’s name called from your lips while you gripped into him and your orgasm came rolling through your body all over again. Just as intense and euphoric as the last one. He knew what he was doing to you and you never wanted this feeling to go away.

“That’s it….cum for me,” Eddie praised and he knew he was about to lose it as well. Continuing to rub your clit, Eddie pulled out of you in time and came into the condom. Your bodies shivering with moans and sloppy kisses while he continued to circle your sensitive bud, dragging out every bit of your orgasm as he could. “Let it all out for me,” he encouraged through his ragged breaths while you both unraveled.

Eddie kissed your belly and worked his way up to your lips when you came down from your high. Removing the condom and tossing it in the nearby garbage; He pushed your hair behind your ear and looked into your eyes, “Do you feel okay?” He asked, hoping he wasn’t too rough with you.

“Much better than okay,” you laughed into another kiss and smiled up at Eddie, “I…never came like that before,” you told him honestly.

Getting up to run to the bathroom, Eddie came back moments later with a damp cloth to clean you up. His touch was even more gentle while he finished and grabbed m his t-shirt for you so you could change and be comfortable. Even he was surprised at how gentle he was being with you. And he could tell on your face that no guy had done any of that for you before.

“Happy to help, Princess,” Eddie winked at you and quickly threw his jeans back on. Taking his time as he looked around the still foreign room. He thought he had you pegged for the most part but here you went again, proving him wrong. Looking at the shelves and shelves of endless vinyl records along with some posters of your favorite musicians and movies. Although he wasn’t at all surprised there were no metal bands, he was surprised at a few of the options you had.

He stopped at one of the posters behind your door and started laughing, “Who do we have here?” Eddie teased at the face he recognized from every magazine cover that he’d seen in the grocery stores these days. “Oh isn’t this the cutest thing,” he loved poking fun at you.

“Aw, are you jealous of Cory Haim?” You teased right back as you slipped a pair of underwear on under the t-shirt Eddie loaned you. Changing in front of Eddie should have felt more uncomfortable but…it didn’t at all, “I guess I have a thing for bad boys,” you shrugged as you felt yourself getting tired but afraid to fall asleep.

“I just fucked you, sweetheart. Not him,” Eddie rolled his eyes as he finished getting dressed. You looked incredible in his shirt to the point where he didn’t want to ask you to give it back. He noticed the tired look in your eye, a bit proud he was responsible, “Well I guess I did what you needed me for?” He gestured to the door.

Eddie didn’t want to sound dismissive but he’d been down this path several times. Pretty girl gets her way, uses him for whatever they’re looking for, and then treats him like a freak again, pretending it never happened. He wanted you to be different but he felt himself protecting what was left of him just in case.

The anxious trauma from earlier flashed before your eyes. Reminding yourself of the horrible nightmare you set foot in. You weren’t ready to talk about it but you also didn’t want to be alone right now in case it happened again. Your dad was picking up a night shift and you didn’t want him worrying about you. But your mind felt like it was a scrambled mess from earlier and you hated to admit that you were scared.

“Umm…” you sat nervously on the edge of your bed, watching as Eddie grabbed his boots from the corner of the room. You were beginning to think it wasn’t just him being here that helped. It was Eddie himself. A feeling you never thought you’d have, “Can you maybe….stay? I really don’t want to be alone right now,” you told him as you looked down at your fingers.

“Are you gonna tell me what happened?” Eddie crossed his arms over his chest and saw how tortured you looked just now. Whatever you went through was bad enough you were asking Eddie of all people to spend time with you. He didn’t know what it was but he was sure it was bad enough.

You shook your head no and looked at Eddie. “I know you don’t like me, and that’s fine. I don’t like me either. But can you please just…” you found yourself fighting against tears again and you pushed them back as much as possible. Eddie Munson was not about to see you cry. No guy would after how Billy used to make fun of you. “Can you please just…stay?” You asked through your teeth.

“That was hard for you, huh, Princess?” Eddie laughed as he took a few steps closer to you. From the distance he saw your fingers trembling and it upset him seeing you so scared. He always saw you as this girl with no feelings and this was a side he never thought he’d see. If he didn’t feel bad, he’d say it was refreshing. “I’ll stay,” he assured with his hands up.

The small eye roll you gave him made Eddie wink, glad to know that at least you were laughing a little. You both just shared something together that was different from anything else and he’d do it again if you allowed him to. “Are you sure this isn’t a ploy to have sex again?” Eddie teased and grabbed a blanket from the chair nearby.

“Shut up, Munson. You’ll be lucky if you get into my pants again,” you teased. Your mind was already thinking about when there will be a next time.

“Hmm…I think I like my chances, sweetheart,” he smirked. He sat against the headboard of the bed and you laid beside him. He looked out the blackened window and he felt you press yourself into him for comfort. Your body felt like it was so tense from your nerves, “Don’t have to be scared around me, ya know?”

You shook your head while your eyes clenched shut, “it’s not you I’m afraid of,” was the last thing you said before you finally fell asleep in Eddie’s arms

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things #Eddie Munson x reader

[dc-himbo]

Jason x Transmasc!Reader - Early Morning Rambles

Don't mind me, I just need to get these thoughts out of my head. Most of these are NSFW. You've been warned. Minors dni, obviously. Just did reader because that's popular here and honestly I'd like to see myself in these anyways. Fair warning, there is use of fem terms to describe specific body parts. It's not that I don't want to use gender neutral or strictly masc terms, it's just a personal preference of mine as a TransMan. Also warning for use of pet names, daddy kink, sleepy morning sex, we gotta fuck now sex, praise....I think that's everything.

Also, I am intentionally using he/him pronouns and not using you/yours. Let's get to it.

Note after writing: Might switch to you/yours. It's not confusing for me, but I can see how it would be for others. Jason's POV. Also I got carried away. Hehehe

Jason loves lazy early mornings. He loves the sunlight streaming in from the curtains. He loves the warmth of it on his skin. He loves the way his boy looks cuddled under warm blankets and pressed close to him.

He gets caught up in it. He gets overwhelmed by the warmth and the way his body fits perfectly against his own. He can't stop touching him. He has to. He has to know he is really there and that this is real and not a dream. His fingers trace over his spine, he gets lost in the feeling of soft warm skin.

It's not enough

Fuck.

It's just...it's not enough.

He's selfish. He needs more. Wants more. He wraps his arms around him and pulls him closer. One arm around his waist, the other around his chest. Jason's lips press soft, slow, lazy open mouth kisses to his neck.

Pretty boy

Sweet boy

My sweet boy.

Jason still can't believe that he's the one who gets to see him like this. Who gets to touch him...kiss him. He should let him sleep, but he can't help it. He just fucking can't help it. He needs to touch you. He needs to have you.

Now

He needs him now

Jason's hands waste no time sliding down down down until he's dipping fingers in to gather wetness so he can slide his fingers over his little cock. He knows how he likes it. He's fucking memorized it. Burned it into his brain so he will never fucking forget. Slow soft steady strokes that have those little noises he loves falling from his lips as he starts to wake up.

"Jay...what are...ah..."

He never gives his boy time to get this thoughts together. To wake up fully. No. He wants him like this. He wants him soft and warm and thoughtless.

"Morning Pretty Boy." Jason loves how he moans at the praise. "Tell me what you need." He would give him the world if he asked for it. He would do anything for him. It should scare him. It does most days. But mornings like this he doesn't let that fear distract him.

His boy takes too long to answer, but Jason doesn't care. It gives him time to suck a few hickeys down his throat, to stroke his fingers over his boys cock, to dip his fingers inside his tight hole and stretch him open. Get him ready. He loves this. He loves working his boy up until he's moaning and panting and arching against him. Until he's desperate and needy. Until he's begging for him.

"Jason please. Need you. Fuck...please fuck me."

Finally.

Fucking finally.

It's effortless. Fuck...it's too easy. He wastes no time in pulling his leg up. He wastes no time as he lines up and slides inside him with a groan. Jason is overwhelmed by how good he feels. Overwhelmed by tight walls gripping him and milking him and fuck fuck fuck fuck.

His boy is cumming.

Fuck

"Love my tight little boy's pussy...'m close baby. So good. So good for me." Jason get lost in praise. He can't stop telling him how he feels...how good he is...how much he loves him...how much he loves his body.

Jason feels like he cums against his will. He slams deep, holds himself there as he fills him up. Jason isn't done. No. He can't be done. He doesn't want to be. He needs to feel his boy squeeze him again. He tell him as much as he strokes that little cock until he is cumming hard, arching and gasping and begging and saying his name like it's fucking music to his ears.

Jason loves lazy early mornings. He loves how he looks in the sunlight, all flushed and sweaty and sweet and dazed. He loves seeing his boy fucked out. He loves him. He loves him. He wraps his arms around him and kisses over the marks he left on his neck. He loves him. He hopes that will be enough to keep this for as long as he fucking can.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x transmasc!reader #smut #red hood #red hood smut #delete later #im so self conscious about writing like this on this site #anyways #minors dni #this is also from Jasons pov #sorry if the tense seems confusing #i am trying out writing styles #let me know if you want more #if you hate it ill probably just cry #as transman want to write transman #trans reader

[evilwickedme]

So like explicit/lemon TimKon fic recs 👀👀

ok I get it I should've done this one first xD like literally one of these came in AS I WAS ANSWERING ANOTHER ASK. here we go lmao

pwp

Fetching - Krypto is really good at fetching Kon whatever he needs. in the middle of a the night, Kon is horny. therefore...

The Electric Pull of Spring - dubiously villainous Jason douses Kon with sex pollen and sends him in Tim's direction. all standard sex pollen content warnings apply

Voices in the Dark - 5+1 times trans!Tim has wet dreams about Kon, and a fic showing Kon's POV

Oh Red / Burning Red - Kon really likes sucking Tim off. Tim is wants to know why. there's a red sun lamp involved

why is there plot and/or emotions in my smut

Nowhere But Forward - when Kon finds Tim in Paris during that whole year of hell when he was trying to find Bruce, Tim kisses him. this leads to a huge sexuality crisis and a lot of other difficult issues are brought up. the tws in the tags are pretty accurate definitely read them before you delve into this monster of a fic (148k! published over the course of like eight months!! like damn)

Scions is a bit insta-lovey which I usually don't go for but this was really good. au where Kon was raised by Lex and Kon and Tim are essentially corporate rivals. the plot is mostly just figuring out how to be in a relationship when Tim's a Bat and Kon's a Luthor, but there's some other story beats mixed in there

Practice Makes Perfect - Kon is trying to get someone to date him and is failing miserably. clearly the solution to his problem is that Tim and Kon practice dating. and kissing. and other stuff.

World's Finest Three: Romcom edition - 5+1 fuckbuddies to lovers, but really goes into Kon's history of being SA'd, so once again, keep that in mind before you decide to read

Where Our Pieces Fall in Place - yet another 5+1, this time of times Kon tells Tim he loves him and one time he tells him back. trans!Tim with mentions of dysphoria plus in general mental issues

other

okay these are just fics I can't believe I didn't rec last time. they're not explicit they're just really good and I wanted To Have Rec'd Them

Neverland On Your Telephone (And In Walks An Angel) is a fic that directly inspired the TimKon fic I'm working on. when Kon finally comes back in the Rebirth timeline Tim, who's currently dating Bernard, and Kon have a Conversation, and Kon tells him he'll wait for him, and I lost my Goddamn mind

Husbands with benefits - this isn't marked as explicit but afai can remember is actually is?? however since it's marked as mature I decided to put it here. anyway it's a drunkenly married in vegas au where both of them believe their feelings are unrequited and then they start sleeping together anyway 15/10

have fun you guys with the amount of people who asked for this is this flops I'm never making a fic rec post ever again*

*that's a blatant lie I love making these too much seriously enjoy tho

#timkon #tim drake #tim drake my beloved #kon el #dc #dc fic #fic recs #gail speaks #ask #anonymous #flattypattie

[ktkat99]

Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 5. Building Collapse

TW: Blood

Tim coughed harshly, tasting plaster and dust. He groaned and opened his eyes, hoping his mask's lenses were still intact enough to keep the debris from the explosion out of his eyes.

"Tim? Are you with me?"

Tim blinked, still not able to see anything. He wasn't sure who had spoken. He wasn't sure where he was.

He felt a hand on his back.

"Tim. Talk to me."

Tim's head swam, hearing becoming muffled momentarily. When it cleared again, he heard someone moving near him. He was able to tell that he was laying face down on… some kind of concrete floor?

"Timmy, please. Wake up."

"J-Jason?" He ground out.

He heard a sigh and felt his brother's hands on his shoulders before they carefully patted him down, checking for injuries.

"Stay with me, okay buddy?"

"Where are we?" Tim coughed again. He then winced and brought up a hand to clutch his head.

Something felt wet.

That wasn't good.

"The basement of Andre's Jewelers. Two-Face blew it up before we could get out. Does anything hurt?"

"Head. Think I'm bleeding."

Jason cursed and found his way to Tim's head. It only took a second for him to locate where the blood was coming from.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're bleeding. Just hang on. The others will be here soon."

Tim felt the weight of gauze pads being pressed to his scalp, and a large hand rubbing circles on his back.

"You okay?"

Jason breathed out a laugh. "Timmy, we've been buried alive. My comms aren't working so I don't know when help will be here, and you're…" he trailed off, the hand on Tim's back falling away. "You're… gonna be okay. I'm sorry for getting all 'Debbie Downer'. I just… I don't want to be here. I'm just trying to stay out of my own head."

"They'll be here soon." Tim felt around until his hand found his brother's. He gave what he hoped was a reassuring squeeze.

"Is your comm working?"

"No. 's quiet."

"Shit."

"Y'know…" Tim sighed and felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. When it cleared, Jason's hand had released his and was on his neck, checking his pulse.

"Do I know what?"

"Just… kinda weird. You're here now. Telling me I'll be okay."

"Where else would I be?" Jason sounded distracted, like he was just trying to keep the conversation going. Or maybe he just wanted to keep Tim talking.

"'Mn. Don' know. Somewhere else."

"Tim?"

"You… used to hate me. Tried to kill me."

This time, both of Jason's hands vanished.

Tim felt the fresh, hot blood well up and ooze down his scalp again. He whimpered, feeling lightheaded.

"Sorry. Sorry." Jason reapplied pressure to Tim's head. He then took it away again. "Come here." He slipped his hands under Tim's arms and carefully pulled him into his lap.

Tim felt himself be gathered close to Jason's chest and, once again, the gauze was reapplied to his head.

"Tim… what happened back then… I wasn't…" He sighed and hugged Tim closer. "I never hated you." He finally whispered.

"Funny way of… showin' it." He was cold. He'd been cold before, but hadn't exactly noticed it until he'd been moved.

"I… I wanted to protect you. I wanted to make you quit. Bruce… I never thought he'd let me die. Being Robin, it was like a dream. I thought I was invincible most days. I thought he'd always be there to save me. But then I was killed, and he wasn't there."

Tim coughed and leaned closer to his brother's warmth.

"I thought he'd have at least learned his lesson. Kids don't belong in the field. But I came back and… there you were. In my suit. With my name. Like he just buried me and moved on. So I decided that, if he was okay with throwing another kid to the wolves, I'd remind him what had happened to his last one. And I'd show you in the process what being Robin actually meant. I'd show you… that Batman… wouldn't always save you."

"... He's comin' now, though. Don't worry."

"Thanks, kiddo."

"You were wrong."

"About what?" He asked almost absently, pulling the gauze away again.

Tim heard a wet splat as it was thrown to the side.

That… probably wasn't good.

He then felt as Jason shifted him and started searching his tool belt, trying to find where Tim kept his medical supplies.

"About what, Tim?" He found them and pressed the new pads against his cut.

"He did learn his lesson. He didn't want another Robin. He already tried to make me quit."

Jason stilled. "What?"

"He didn't want me. But Batman without Robin… he wasn't okay. He was losing it. I made him take me on as his new partner. He… he sent me away to be trained by assassins. I think he was hoping that would scare me off."

"He didn't recruit you? Didn't train you?"

Tim shook his head. "Didn't want me. He wanted you. You were his kid. I was just… there."

"You… you're wrong." Jason mumbled. He held Tim closer. "He loves you. He adopted you-,"

"He used to think I was you on bad nights. He'd get hurt, or overwork himself, and… if he wasn't thinking clearly…" Tim exhaled tiredly. He wasn't sure when he'd closed his eyes, but he was too exhausted to open them again.

"Tim!" Jason shook him.

"Yea. 'm up."

"Just… just keep talking. Okay kid?"

"... 'kay…"

Yyyyy

Tim was warm when he woke up.

And, whatever he was laying on was moving.

Like it was… breathing..?

"Mmn." He grunted and forced his eyes open.

"He's awake." Someone said.

"Shh. Easy, kid." Jason whispered, adjusting his hold on him.

They were in the backseat of the Batmobile. Jason was still holding him tight, while Nightwing was working on wrapping his head, and Batman and Robin were up front.

"Hey, buddy. We'll be home soon. Can you tell me how many fingers I'm holding up?" Nightwing spoke softly.

"Three..?" Tim tried. He closed his eyes and sank back into Jason's shoulder.

"Hey, hey. No sleeping."

"J'son..?" He breathed, eyes already slipping shut.

"Yeah, buddy?"

"... Told you so."

"Told me what?"

"Bats. He came. Saved you."

"... Yeah. I know. And he came for you, too."

#batman #tim drake #jason todd #red robin #batfam #red hood #twoweeksofwhump #twow #tw: blood

[visceravalentines]

Masterlist

I will do my best to keep this updated!  You can also find some of this on my AO3 here.  

Michael Myers Don’t Fear the Reaper (MM x GN!Reader, multichapter fic, NSFW) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

Smaller Than the Ocean, Bigger Than You (MM x GN!Reader, fluff & smut, NSFW) Needful Things (MM x GN!Reader, Michael’s POV, SFW) Needful Things II (same as above) Needful Things III (same as above) Spoils of War (MM x AFAB!Reader, smut all the way, NSFW) Spa Night (MM x GN!Reader, fluff & smut, NSFW) Love Me Mercilessly (MM x AFAB!Reader, smuuut NSFW) Covet (MM x AFAB!Reader, NSFW smut & angst) Song Sharing (RZ!MM x GN!Reader, fluff) Michael is Basically a Cat (MM x GN!Reader, SFW fluff blurbs) Doing Time (Peepaw Myers thinking thoughts, Michael’s POV) H-O-M-E (MM x GN!Reader, SFW fluff)

Crossover Two Boys in the Woods (Michael Myers & Jason Voorhees, SFW) Scare Me (College AU, Michael Myers/Jason Voorhees/Billy Loomis/Stu Macher/Immortal Final Girl OC, SFW)

Sinclair Brothers A Gentleman and a Scoundrel Masterlist (Dilf!Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader, multichapter NSFW smut, fluff, some angst) I Only Have Eyes for You (And You, and You) (Poly!Sinclairs x GN!Reader, SFW fluff) All You Have is Your Fire (Non-reader, angst, SFW but read the CWs) Sinclair Household HCs A Matching Set of Spoons (Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!GN!Reader, SFW fluff) The Sundress (Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!AFAB!Reader, NSFW fluff & smut) Never Again (Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!GN!Reader, SFW angst) Lester’s Nightmare (Lester Sinclair x GN!Reader, SFW comfort) Sleepy Sinclair HCs  Four’s Company (Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!AFAB!Reader, NSFW smut) Why Are You Here? (Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader, NSFW angst smut) The Devil Himself (Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader, NSFW smut w/ CWs!!) Part of the Family (Poly!Sinclairs x GN!Reader, SFW angst/comfort w/ CWs!) Workaholic (Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader, SFW comfort) Taking care of sick Sinclairs blurb (tiny SFW fluff thoughts) For Your Safety, I’ll Be Gentle (Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader, NSFW smut) Dilf!Lester caught in the rain blurb Angsty twin thoughts (tiny SFW angst thoughts) Did You Touch Yourself While I Was Gone? (Bo Sinclair x AFAB!Reader, NSFW smut) Once I Start, I Can’t Stop (Lester Sinclair x GN!Reader, NSFW smut) College!Vincent blurb Tourniquet (Non-reader, angst, SFW with hefty CWs) Novelty Mugs (Poly!Sinclairs x Hinge!GN!Reader, SFW fluff) College!Vincent w/ shy reader blurb The Dusty Shelf (Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader, SFW fluff) These Violent Delights (Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader angst!!) Dawn (Vincent Sinclair x GN!Reader, SFW fluff) Carnival Games (Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader angst) Wet Dream (Vincent Sinclair x Hinge!GN!Reader x Bo Sinclair, NSFW smut) Date Night (Dark!Bo Sinclair x Victim!GN!Reader hurt/comfort/angst, slightly NSFW, CWs!!) His (Sequel to above, very NSFW smut/hurt/comfort) Breakfast Food (Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader, sexy fluff) Ambrose Ghosts (All three Sinclair brothers, horror angst) It Ain’t Georgia, But It’s Close Enough (Bo Sinclair, horror angst) A Place for You (Bo Sinclair x Hinge!GN!Reader x Vincent Sinclair, SFW comfort)

#my writing #fanfiction #michael myers fanfic #slasher fanfiction #michael myers x reader #michael myers x you #michael myers fanfiction

[mara-xx217]

The asks are open ! Do you mind writing Jason destroying his girl’s insides ?

Warnings: Role Play, Hunting, Hide-and-Seek, Outdoors, Rough, Jason's a Good Dom

Your heart was slamming out of your chest as you struggled to control your breathing. If he catches you… Already, he’s nearly stumbled upon you several times, only just barely missing your hiding places. Does he know? He must, right? He’s the killer of Camp Blood, after all…. Nothing slips past his notice.

Nothing.

Maybe hiding near the dock was a bad idea… There’s nowhere else for you to go. If he does come this way- Too late. He’s quiet, yes, but you’re able to see him coming. How your poor little heart leaps into your throat… You slip past him and duck into a boathouse. It’s all you can do to not hyperventilate. Your skin crawled with anxiety and anticipation. Would he look in here…? You sunk to your knees behind some cluttered junk, winded and exhausted. It’s been hours and still he’s after you! At this rate, you’re not gonna make it…

A sudden BANG nearly makes you scream, but it died in your throat as heavy footsteps landed on the aged wooden flooring. Well, that’s it then. The blood pounding in your ears was deafening. You’ve been found out. He’s certainly been toying with you all this time. Running you ragged, only just missing you, only to follow on your heels as you ducking into yet another hiding place… Yeah, he’s known all along. And now that you’ve been cornered…

You finally release an ear-splitting shriek as a large hand snatches you up by the collar of your jacket. Even though you've already lost, pure instinct push you to fight. Kicking and squirming, you struggle to free yourself from the winner's grasp. Of course it's pointless... You're suddenly crushed to a broad chest. Strong arms wrapped around your torso and feet off the ground, you're still skittish, but rapidly coming down from your adrenaline high. You're gently swayed to and fro; the hold is gentle, but you can feel something pressing firmly into your lower back.

Ah...

"Haa... S-Shit, you got me good, J-Jason..." You panted as you struggled to catch your breath. A chin rested on the top of your head. It was always sweet how he made sure you were alright. Even when he's about to destroy your insides... You reassured him that you were okay. Yes you're fine! You promise! Only when you caught your breath did Jason allow your feet to touch the floor. Still holding you, he stared down at you. Even with the mask on, you knew what he was asking.

Can I...?

You nod.

Your sudden change in altitude was dizzying and exhilarating. The treatment was rough, but careful. Calculated. You felt more than safe in Jason's hands, even when one was pinning you down by the back of your neck, and the other trailed clumsily down your back, before gripping the back of your pants and roughly yanking them down, underwear and all.

The boards under you were damp and chilly. You shivered, but not from the cold. A large handful of your ass was grabbed, squeezing and pushing and pulling so that you were exposed under his lustful gaze. It would be a lie to say that it wasn't terrifying to be underneath such a man; someone that can snap you in half with a flick of his wrist, but who you had the utmost confidence in to never even dream of ever hurting you. The touches were just rough enough to be thrilling, but gentle enough to not be painful in the slightest.

Jason wasn't the only one to get his rocks off from the thrill of the hunt. You, yourself, found it both terrifying and absolutely exhilarating to play "predator and prey" with Jason. At first, he hesitated to believe you, but after seeing just how wet and willing you are after losing your little game, he certainly can't deny it. Especially once he gets inside of you...

Anyone in a several mile radius could surely hear the lustful cry that you released as he plunged into you. There's always a merciful few moments where Jason allows you to adjust to his girth. But only a few. A little pain is okay... That's what you told him. And you meant it. By God, the burn felt sooo damn good. You've never quite gotten used to his size, but Jason was always so gentle and patient with you. Even in times like this... With a nod, you brace yourself for the incoming onslaught your insides are about to be subject too. Still, he always manages to catch you off guard.

Between the harsh grasp on the back of your neck, and the one on your hip, you were completely unable to so much as wiggle underneath your boyfriend's domineering presence. Every thrust knocked the wind from your lungs and made you screw your eyes shut tightly. Noises surfaced from deep inside of your gut, groans and moans that you never would have thought possible. Until you met Jason...

You aren't sure if Jason can fit completely inside of you, but he sure does try. Prone on the ground, the cool air was heaven on your perspiring skin. His cock dragged against every pleasure spot inside of you. Your legs kicked out involuntarily when your cervix was bumped into. It shocked you, then you found yourself desperately trying to push yourself against him. Jason held you firm and you released a whine of frustration.

You've been on the verge for... how long now? It was almost hard to believe that sweet little Jason would be such a damn tease, but damn it!- he always manages to surprise you. You beg and you plead, you wiggle your hips and cry out his name, but he's just so cruel! Always rushing you to your climax, only to swiftly drag you away... You're so wet, it's staining the middle of your thighs. It's even making its way up to your abdomen, now that he's picked up your hips and-

"OH FUCK- J-JAA- AAHH-!"

Your orgasm was sudden and it hit you hard. The scream died in your throat as it crashed over you. You were caught between going stiff and completely limp. All the while, Jason was rushing to his own end. It was on the cusp of becoming too much to bear. You were oversensitive, trembling, mewling and still- shit! It still feels so fucking good- You landed on the wooden floorboards with a dull THUD as Jason thrusted into you for the final time. Your breaths came out in short, strangled gasps as he cummed inside of you. Deep- Oh fuck-

Sometimes he gets a little... carried away. No, he never ever hurts you! Jason just... pushes you to your limit. Which is perfectly fine for you. He always takes such good care of you... You were a bit out of it, but Jason didn't mind. You did so good for him... A hot bath is exactly what you deserve after such a long and... exhausting night. You'll definitely be sore in the morning, but it's the best excuse for Jason to stay in and coddle you all day.

@prettycutebunny, @tachankas-whore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow

#friday the 13th #Jason Voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #ask response #🌚 #this has been on my mind for a while

[augment-techs]

I already have this one in the works but I’m curious to know what you’d do with this SO

"hi, you might not know me but my name is Eugene Skullovitch, and I have recently come to the realization that you can not kill me. Many have tried, and at times have bled me well. But here i am…limping yet still standing. Angel Grove’s rock and roll cockroach. So what do I say? Come at me bro.”

+Skull/Billy

How very strange it was for poor Billy to find himself in this situation--surely the Emissaries could come up with something better than locating all of the most fucked up versions of the Rangers throughout the infinite dimensions and putting them on their own newly made little world. Part Twilight Zone, part that weird amalgamation of every "children's" book that Neil Gaiman and R.L. Stine had ever written; and the Blue Emissary asking Billy to have a conversation with one of the only members of the new planet that...didn't quite feel right for the place of exile/containment. This, normally, would have been a fascinating thing to be allowed to do: witness darker versions of himself and his friends brought to a place that was technically a prison, but could almost be considered paradise in that they claimed their territories, set up agreements and accords, did what they wanted; just without the threat of hurting anyone but themselves. Drakkon was finally in a place where he was probably having the time of his life, constantly brawling it out with a Jason Scott that was simultaneously a raving lunatic and an industrious tactician; a Kimberly that looked the Ranger Slayer seem like a sad wet kitten popping in to comment on their fights like a caricature of a 1950s cinematic femme fatale. The evil versions of Bulk, Zack, and Trini spent most of their time, from what Billy could gather, flirting as hard as they could with each other, while also ruining each other's plans for building new towers of infamy or palaces of lunacy; a wet dream that Alexander Dumas would slobber over, to be sure. Now he was faced with what the Emissary had mentioned as the oddity to the pack of horrible assholes: a Skull that was maybe late thirties or early forties in appearance, tall as a tree, dressed like a more sunset/sunrise leaning Goblin King, smoking a thin black cigarette and, apparently, preventing the Billy Cranston that was a scary motherfucker with extremely sharp teeth from choking out the little one that had come to look in on them. '....Why does he have to be hot?'

#boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #ggpr #ask fill #prompt fill #billy cranston #eugene skull skullovitch #short version here; long version on AO3

[an-idiot-in-fandoms]

Dead! / Chapter 1: I’m Not Okay (I Promise)

a/n: decided to post it on here as well cuz i am excited for this one gurls

Story Summary:  If you're going to die, then you have to live. And I don't mean that in a wishy-washy sense; I mean that you need to make the world your bitch.

Or, alternatively, you've just been diagnosed with lung cancer, and want to live your last years to your fullest. You're determined to make Jason Todd understand the gift of life while you're at it.

-

Chapter Summary: “You like D&D, Audrey Hepburn, Fangoria, Harry Houdini and croquet. You can’t swim, you can’t dance and you don’t know karate. Face it, you’re never gonna make it.”

“I don’t wanna make it. I just wanna—”

or,

You’re introduced to Jason Todd when you’re fifteen, and emo.

By god, your school was an ugly building. Back in your youth, you could recall seeing the structure for the first time, and being utterly unimpressed by the four pillars outside, to curate a poorly made knock off Greek House.

Knock offs can be good. Sometimes even better than the original. But this, this was even more pathetic than your self esteem.

“It looks like a prep’s wet dream,” you had said out loud, right in front of your father, as you’d sat next to him in the seat of your car.

He’d frowned, and given you a harsh look, “Behave yourself. You’re no longer a child, and you need to act your age. I have worked very hard in order to get you into Gotham Academy, and I expect you not to bring shame to our family. Don’t bring any of this… ‘emo’ nonsense into your studies, do you understand?”

You’d rolled your head sideways, to fix him with a blank, irritated stare; he had looked right back, with a vicious look of discontent, expecting a polite, submissive ‘yes daddy’. Instead, your lips curled into a sickeningly smug smirk — “What’s my age again?”

Before your father could blow a fuse at your impudence, you’d hopped out of the car, and ran into the ugly hub of education, your red tie fluttering in the wind (against the dress code), and your shoes scuffed. Even as a twelve year old, your philosophy had always been to never take yourself that seriously, so you never did, and did whatever the damn fuck you wanted.

Immature impudence? Revenge against your neglectful parents? You decide.

In any case, you began your new life, having finally been released from the clutches of homeschooling, and quickly made yourself a menace. The age of tween is a precarious one, and at that point you wanted nothing more than to wreak havoc on everything and everyone, till the world bowed down at your feet, while you sat on a throne made from the discombobulated limbs of your enemies, and drank blood from a skull like Byron. You didn’t know what your end goal was, but one thing was for sure, right now you wanted anarchy, misery and destruction.

For now, though, you’d have to make do with just being the quiet kid at the back of the class, and make hissing noises whenever somebody approached you.

Needless to say, you didn’t make many friends. By the time you were fifteen, you were a lone wolf, who was (just about) known for standing in front of the glass cabinet of trophies at eight am, whilst putting on red eyeshadow, stolen from your mother’s dressing table.

Some people jeered at you; some people ignored you; some people were scared of you, and spread wild rumours about you being in a vampiric cult, and that was why you always looked tired. The truth was a little less extravagant, and these kids were but a few minority — to the rest of the students, you were nobody.

That wasn’t your objective anyway, you told yourself, as you sipped your juice, sitting on the front steps outside the building at lunch. You just insisted on getting out of the house so you wouldn’t have to hear them fucking arguing all the time.

What even is it with them? If they’re unhappy together, they should get a divorce. I wouldn’t care. They’ve never cared about me, they adopted me to look good, so I don’t care about them. They’re just my sugar parents at this point.

Heh, that’s actually funny. Maybe I should poison them and I’ll inherit all their money.

A shout pulled you unwillingly from your thoughts, and you reluctantly looked up to see where the noise was coming from; instantly, your mouth dropped, as you stared up in complete astonishment, at the boy who was standing in the window sill directly to your right, on the second floor. You took a brief moment to survey his features — a somewhat toughened, confident face, with curly black hair that sat atop his head as if he were a sheep.

Who was he? Wasn’t he that new guy from a month ago? You weren’t in any of his classes, and he was in the year below you, so you’d never bothered to find out. Something relating to Bruce Wayne, you believed, if your eavesdropping was accurate…

… off topic. For now, the question had to be why the everloving fuck was he two inches from belly flopping onto the courtyard?

Encouraging whoots came from behind him, and you could vaguely make out the words; “Do it, street scum! Show us how tough you really are!”

The boy glanced behind him, obviously riled up by the derogatory remarks thrown his way, but none  to his credit, for it only made him further determined to do something stupid. “I will! I’ll fucking show all you rich pricks!” he yelled (you had to admire his grit).

Then, you watched, almost in slow motion, as he pushed himself off the ledge, and jumped; time seemed to come to a halt at that moment, as you gazed up at him, his blazer fluttering like a pair of wings, his scarlet socks becoming streaks, that wound through the air tracking his journey, like fluttering silk ribbons. His eyes were a fearless, shining bluish green, that reflected the autumn sun imperfectly, scattering little specks of light across his irises, and glancing off his shoes in tiny blows.

You could swear that he was flying, then.

But, as if somebody had clipped his wings, he fell, and landed hard on the ground with a hysterical crack!, right on his leg. The agonising scream he let out snapped you out of your stupor, and you stood up, quick to rush over to him, and kneel by his side — several other students ran over as well.

“Are you alright, Mr Wayne?!” one girl cried out, daintly pressing her hand to his chest, in a gesture so pathetic and obviously overexaggerated in order to gain approval that it made you sick to your stomach.

Your eyebrow twitched in irritation. “Of course he’s not,” you barked at her, with a scowl. “He just jumped out the second fucking floor. What he needs is a doctor, so go ring the nurse bell and get a damn teacher!”

She froze for a moment, before hastily getting up, and rushing off to do as you’d said. The boy below you was still breathing heavily, holding his ankle, and whining in intense pain, muttering curses; another guy looked up to the window he’d flown out of and shouted up, “Screw you guys!”

He received a deafening howl of laughter from the neanderthals upstairs — you stared up at them, in silent aggravation, your photographic memory switching on to capture each of their smug, idiotic faces — six in total. You couldn’t recall their names, them being utterly irrelevant to you, but you did manage to remember that they had a string of lockers together, right across the trophy cabinet where you did your makeup every morning. A thought occurred to you, and you pondered as to whether you should do it or not, and then promptly decided to, what the hell, you only live once.

You reverted your gaze back to the boy below you, who was still writhing. The student from beforehand tried to keep him focused, asking a simple question, “What’s your name?”

The curly haired young man choked on his own words, before sputtering out, “Jason Todd.”

You didn’t have time to do much else, for the nurses came in the next instant, as well as two teachers, each with panicked expressions. As Todd was loaded onto the stretcher, you could hear the two professors mumbling hurriedly amongst themselves about what ‘Mr Wayne’ would think, and whether the academy would get sued for having brought damage to his son.

(You hoped the school would get sued.)

In any case, now you understood more clearly. This was Bruce Wayne’s new ward. It made sense that people would either be picking on him (example a, the fuckers up there), or sucking on his toes (example b, the girl who was putting on a flattery show). You came to your feet, and looked on silently, as the nurses worked on him steadily, while another faculty staff called 911, whilst another fainted out of fear of losing his job. The scene was really quite fascinating, an insightful study into the mindset of the pathetically insecure, which to some level you could sadly relate to — so, unfortunately, you felt a shred of pity, and reluctant sympathy, towards the flailing adults, as they struggled to act like sane human beings, whilst a child was suffering right in front of them.

You stayed for a tad longer, to keep an eye on Jason Todd, before the ambulance showed up, and whisked him away, leaving the poor caregivers to attend to the wretched teacher who’d blacked out. Then, you twisted around, and headed back into the building; you still had around fifteen minutes till your next lesson began, so that gave you ample time to complete the task you’d wanted to do previously.

-

“Did you see him just fucking jump out like a twat? He’s so fucking stupid,” one of the bullies chortled, as the lot made their way down the corridor, after the lunch bell.

“Right? Must be the public schooling,” another sneered, earning a plethora of detestable laughter from the rest of them.

“I think he broke his foot. Isn’t that hilarious?—”

They all stopped dead, in the middle of the hallway, since there was a sizable crowd. Pushing their way through to discover what was going on, they were astonished to find the cause of the audience.

Scrawled along all six of their lockers, were the plain words ‘pathetic bastards’, with neat, large, black handwriting. That was all, nothing less, no more.

They turned around, to see who had been responsible for their humiliation, and their eyes settled on you; but you were applying your typical red eyeshadow, with your signature deadpan expression. When you met their gaze in acknowledgement of their staring, they couldn’t say a word, and only turned back to the ‘crime’, and started trying to rub off the inscripture, only succeeding in smudging their expensive jackets in the substance.

Ten metres or so away, you smiled, as you felt the black eyeliner in your trouser pocket.

-

That was the one and only time you ever interacted with Jason Todd. From then on, your thoughts never dwelled once on him — until, six years later, his death was announced to you all in an assembly.

And then he was all you could think about. The boy you’d met once, was now dead — gone, forever, stripped from the earth like a weed, carelessly yanked out by the fates, and laughed at by the gods. It felt wrong, and injustice was a familiar flavour that stung bitterly in your mouth, and made you grit your teeth in pure rage and regret.

Life was short; life is short, like the fleeting jump Jason Todd had taken out of the window, like the brief moment he’d been soaring through the sky like a bird. Even after his passing, he remained influential to you, reminding you that taking your existence for granted was something foolish, for if your time was cut short, you’ll wish you’d done more.

The ghost of Jason Todd took a small, unoccupied place in your frozen heart, and settled there cosily, a constant sad yet needed prompt of the spontaneity of everything around you.

And you kept him there, as if he’d never gone at all.

Next chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/an-idiot-in-fandoms/692697189283135488?source=share

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd fic #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fanfic #jason peter todd #jason todd angst #jason todd fluff

[apolloapricot]

“Munson’s Chariot”

Eddie munson x f!bestie!reader

No warnings, except maybe some swears and smoking

I’m down bad for the goofy boy and now you have to suffer

“Look here, we’ve got the freaky sisters”

That was the name given to your group. Who’d have thought listening to Mötley crüe and wearing a little eyeliner would have branded your friend group in such a way. In freshmen year you were just the nerds and losers, as sophomores you were branded the coven after they found out you played dnd and With the rise of the satanic panic in your junior year you were called satan’s sisters. Now starting your senior year they chose the “freaky sisters” as Jessica had slept with Brad over summer break- who then told the whole school all the gory details. Granted your friendship with Eddie “the freak” Munson didn’t help your social standing, or the basketball teams ability to think of original insults.

“I wouldn’t mind hitting that, but I might get a curse put on me”

Head buried in your locker, Rummaging for due math homework through the sea of empty chip wrappers, cigarette cartons and detention slips, you nearly didn’t hear Jason’s poor attempt at bullying or the laughs that follows from his meathead friends. “Fuck off Jason” Jessica hurled back whilst your friends shake their hands and chant nonsense at them.

Finally finding the missing homework you slam your locker shut putting an end to their antics. You muster the most innocent voice you could “I don’t know girls, I think he’s kind of pretty”. Met with confused stares from your friends and a shit eating grin from Jason “well why wouldn’t you” he teases switching gears at the prospect of getting his dick wet “you know you’d be hot if you ditched all that goth crap y/n”. You’d noticed a crowd forming, eager to see some drama before first period. Spotting a few familiar faces, a particular metal head who’d walked in on time for once caught your eye. Sending eddie a grin through the sea of students you tried to clue him in to your antics.

Acting coy you press your back to the lockers “yeah his nose is pretty” you say to them whilst looking at the basketball team, earning a confused look from Munson who’d only caught the second half of your interaction. “He used to look like shit… but since I slammed his face into that locker last year he doesn’t look like a knock-off Rob Low anymore”. You punctuated this by slamming your locker again a couple times before adding “guess I did Chrissy a favour”, with a smirk.

Seeing Jason’s face fall back into the glare he reserved for hurling insults was priceless and the Oooo’s and unmistakable chuckle from Eddie swelled your ego. “How much did it set daddy back to have your nose reset?” You quip with your new confidence, but before he could respond the bell rang prompting the mass of students to filter off to their first classes. Seeing a chance to slip away for a cigarette before history you shoot Pamala a look to say ‘same me a seat’ before heading out.

Perched on the bike rack, you slip a camel between your lips, and rummage in your leather bomber for your lighter. Before you could find it a scuffed silver lighter appears in front of you, attached to none other than Eddie munson. Looking pleased with himself he sat next to you lighting his own, dressed in his usual battle vest/jacket combo and a hellfire shirt tucked underneath.

“Not ditching me before ms O’Donnell’s class are we sweetheart?” Asking with a mock pout

“Wouldn’t dream of it munson” you respond with the same false innocence you’d used on Jason

“That was quite a scene you caused, almost putting my dramatics to shame”

“I do have a knack for beating you at your own game” you tease referencing your victory in last years hellfire campaign. “You still owe me ice cream for beating you y’know” you add through puffs of smoke.

“Your right young hero, I must honour my debt to such a pretty lady” he almost bellows in his voice reserved for ‘Eddie the banished’, “Fuck ms O’Donnell we’ll go now, my chariot awaits”

#eddie munson hc #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #eddie munson x bestfriend!reader #eddie munson #self insert #short and shit #eddie munson brainrot

[halothenthehorns]

Chapter 17: WE GET A SURPRISE ON MIAMI BEACH

"It's not a nudist colony is it?" Magnus asked in concern when Nico read the new title. He'd believe anything at this point

"Do they even have those in Miami?" Alex asked with intrigue.

"Maybe it's a trip to purgatory," Jason still looked troubled what else could go wrong.

"The infinite void or the gay club?" Alex smirked.

"You guys somehow make Florida sound less appealing than a cyclops attack would be." Nico frowned around at them all.

"Percy, wake up."

Salt water splashed my face. Annabeth was shaking my shoulder.

"Don't pinch me if that's just a dream," Percy grinned. He couldn't imagine waking up happier. Thalia pinched him anyways just to smirk at him, and make sure he was paying attention and all.

In the distance, the sun was setting behind a city skyline. I could see a beachside highway lined with palm trees, store-fronts glowing with red and blue neon, a harbor filled with sailboats and cruise ships.

"Miami, I think," Annabeth said.

"Seriously, what's with this state being the jump-off point this book?" Magnus frowned. "Is the Bermuda Triangle that close to Florida?"

Percy wouldn't consider himself an expert on ocean topography, but he was vaguely confident, "Until you start heading further south, yeah," he shrugged, it was no stranger than anything else.

  "But the hippocampi are acting funny."

"Like, trying to tell jokes, or like, trying to drown you?" Alex asked.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me which of those you actually think is funny," Jason frowned at him.

Alex did look directly at him, but Nico was mercifully ignoring their side conversation and so didn't answer lest they miss anything.

Sure enough, our fishy friends had slowed down and were whinnying and swimming in circles, sniffing the water. They didn't look happy. One of them sneezed. I could tell what they were thinking.

"So can I, and I don't need to speak hippocampi," Thalia sniffed defensively. Humans, pollution, these creatures wouldn't tolerate it any closer than that.

"This is as far as they'll take us," I said. "Too many humans. Too much pollution. We'll have to swim to shore on our own."

"Are you sure you don't just want to be telling us this story?" Percy rolled his eyes indulgently. "You seem to know everything."

"And miss the glorious details of hanging from sheep and Clarisse's almost vows? As if," she smirked.

None of us was very psyched about that, but we thanked Rainbow and his friends for the ride.

Tyson cried a little. He unfastened the makeshift saddle pack he'd made, which contained his tool kit and a couple of other things he'd salvaged from the Birmingham wreck. He hugged Rainbow around the neck, gave him a soggy mango he'd picked up on the island, and said good-bye.

"That's it!" Alex waved his hand impatiently at the book. "Tyson and Rainbow officially need to appear in here for our mango chutney grill-a-thon!"

"That was your limit on that?" Will asked, looking on fondly himself, wishing he could share Tyson and Rainbow probably saw each other every day anyways, but he reminded himself Percy couldn't know that yet.

"Why did you have a limit on that?" Jason frowned.

Once the hippocampi's white manes disappeared into the sea, we swam for shore. The waves pushed us forward, and in no time we were back in the mortal world. We wandered along the cruise line docks, pushing through crowds of people arriving for vacations. Porters bustled around with carts of luggage. Taxi drivers yelled at each other in Spanish and tried to cut in line for customers. If anybody noticed us—five kids dripping wet and looking like they'd just had a fight with a monster—they didn't let on.

"How would they let on?" Magnus was looking a little salty himself the homeless were ignored across the nation. "Point you to the nearest police station?"

"It's to bad we couldn't have another TV crew there to film the finals this time," Percy agreed somberly.

Now that we were back among mortals, Tyson's single eye had blurred from the Mist. Grover had put on his cap and sneakers. Even the Fleece had transformed from a sheepskin to a red and-gold high school letter jacket with a large glittery Omega on the pocket.

"That would be so cool if it wasn't weirdly terrifying that's a thing," Jason muttered. He had the feeling a lot, he couldn't believe his own eyes reading this thing. Was it possible he'd go right back to the surface and stare someone in the face, possibly the most important person in his life and not even know?

Thalia gave him a sympathetic look he gratefully smiled at before turning his attention back.

Annabeth ran to the nearest newspaper box and checked the date on the Miami Herald. She cursed. "June eighteenth! We've been away from camp ten days!"

"That's impossible!" Clarisse said.

But I knew it wasn't. Time traveled differently in monstrous places.

"Thalia's tree must be almost dead," Grover wailed. "We have to get the Fleece back tonight."

"It's nice Clarisse filled him in on the important details while she was tied up," Will nodded, it really showed her true intentions for the quest.

Clarisse slumped down on the pavement. "How are we supposed to do that?" Her voice trembled. "We're hundreds of miles away. No money. No ride. This is just like the Oracle said. It's your fault, Jackson! If you hadn't interfered—"

"Percy's fault?!" Annabeth exploded. "Clarisse, how can you say that? You are the biggest—"

"Stop it!" I said.

Percy was sitting tense in his seat, still wanting to step between these two. Annabeth was possibly still hurt and shouldn't be engaging in an argument they currently had no answer to. He respected Clarisse more after all this than he'd ever have believed possible and wished he could give her a friendly ear she'd clearly rip off. He saw her in his mind's eye alone while he was surrounded by his friends on her own quest that they'd barely made it out of.

Then there was Ares to consider, and he wished he could do something for her.

Clarisse put her head in hands. Annabeth stomped her foot in frustration.

The thing was: I'd almost forgotten this quest was supposed to be Clarisse's. For a scary moment, I saw things from her point of view. How would I feel if a bunch of other heroes had butted in and made me look bad?

"I imagine you would have walked them down the aisle to Polyphemus," Alex said sincerely.

"Or at least shoved a mollusk in their mouth every time they opened it," Thalia rolled her eyes. Maybe she should tag along on Percy's next quest, since he kept inviting himself to everybody else's.

I thought about what I'd overheard in the boiler room of the CSS Birmingham—Ares yelling at Clarisse, warning her that she'd better not fail. Ares couldn't care less about the camp, but if Clarisse made him look bad ...

They all winced for that unneeded reminder and wished there was a way to dissolve a pantheon god in boiling acid without causing unstable chaos for a moment.

"Clarisse," I said, "what did the Oracle tell you exactly?"

She looked up. I thought she was going to tell me off, but instead she took a deep breath and recited her prophecy:

"You shall sail the iron ship with warriors of bone,

You shall find what you seek and make it your own,

But despair for your life entombed within stone,

And fail without friends, to fly home alone."

"Why did you want me to get one of these again?" Nico asked Will quietly, but with such bitterness the others all knew it hadn't been a pleasant comment. This sounded exactly like the kind of doom he was expected to get, why make it worse?

"Just read," Will whispered comfortingly, resisting the urge to brush the bangs out of Nico's eyes as he kept his face bent. The wording couldn't have been more perfect in true Oracle style, he finally understood why Beckendorf had to go and pick her up from the airport, a story she'd never properly explained during the following meeting after they got the fleece in place, certainly his brother hadn't told him anyways. Where and how they'd gotten the money for the solo trip he didn't care, he was smiling so brightly that despite how grim that had sounded, no one was in doubt this had to have a happy ending for at least her.

"Ouch," Grover mumbled.

"No," I said. "No ... wait a minute. I've got it."

I searched my pockets for money, and found nothing but a golden drachma. "Does anybody have any cash?"

Annabeth and Grover shook their heads morosely. Clarisse pulled a wet Confederate dollar from her pocket and sighed.

"If they had a little time to get it authenticated, that actually might have been worth a pretty penny," Jason offered.

"I don't think a pawn shop would cut it, but maybe," Thalia agreed uneasily. Just because she knew it all worked out didn't mean she couldn't be nervous how long it took between the send-off and Luke arriving.

"Cash?" Tyson asked hesitantly. "Like ... green paper?"

'I'm going to pretend that's a cyclops thing and not an, oh my gods nobody's ever given this kid a scrap of money thing,' Magnus signed just for Hearth.

His friend grimaced and felt too awful to comment for whichever the answer was.

I looked at him. "Yeah."

"Like the kind in duffel bags?"

"Yeah, but we lost those bags days a-g-g—"

I stuttered to a halt as Tyson rummaged in his saddle pack and pulled out the Ziploc bag full of cash that Hermes had included in our supplies.

They literally lost nothing during that explosion, Alex resisted the urge to throw that out. These guys did go through a lot, but the conveniences still left him questioning just how many gods were on Percy's side as opposed to against.

"Tyson!" I said. "How did you—"

"Thought it was a feed bag for Rainbow," he said. "Found it floating in sea, but only paper inside. Sorry."

He handed me the cash. Fives and tens, at least three hundred dollars.

"Hermes is seriously the most diverse god in every way right now," Alex muttered for Magnus, who nodded along. This quest wouldn't have happened without him, and yet the god's ultimate goal of reaching a hand out to Luke had been the biggest hurdle.

I ran to the curb and grabbed a taxi that was just letting out a family of cruise passengers.

"Clarisse," I yelled. "Come on. You're going to the airport. Annabeth, give her the Fleece."

I'm not sure which of them looked more stunned as I took the Fleece letter jacket from Annabeth, tucked the cash into its pocket, and put it in Clarisse's arms.

Clarisse said, "You'd let me—"

"Let her," Percy shook his head affectionately. "Not even Ares could let that girl do anything, this was meant to be."

"It's your quest," I said. "We only have enough money for one flight. Besides, I can't travel by air. Zeus would blast me into a million pieces. That's what the prophecy meant: you'd fail without friends, meaning you'd need our help, but you'd have to fly home alone. You have to get the Fleece back safely."

Nico ran his thumb over that paragraph and met Will's eyes for a moment before he kept reading in the poignant silence. He still didn't really think Will knew what he was asking for, but now that Jason himself had admitted to his memory loss he probably owed the son of Apollo an apology for dismissing there was anything he could do. Maybe Will was right about this one thing at least and a Prophecy couldn't make it worse...

I could see her mind working—suspicious at first, wondering what trick I was playing, then finally deciding I meant what I said.

She jumped in the cab. "You can count on me. I won't fail."

"Of that, we all agree," Jason grinned, wishing he could congratulate her on a job well done already. She'd come back a conquering hero to camp, and hopefully a few damn apologies.

"Not failing would be good."

The cab peeled out in a cloud of exhaust. The Fleece was on its way.

"Percy," Annabeth said, "that was so—"

"Generous?" Grover offered.

"Insane," Annabeth corrected. "You're betting the lives of everybody at camp that Clarisse will get the Fleece safely back by tonight?"

Percy's confidence didn't waver over this any more than he had deciding not to kill Polyphemus. Annabeth had her differences with Clarisse just like his girlfriend had with Percy in the beginning. Annabeth probably did have some trust issues after what Luke had done and the two had clearly not gotten along well before. Still, he hoped she would see that the only way to overcome her fatal flaw was giving the reigns over to someone else, like he'd had to in Hades's palace.

"It's her quest," I said. "She deserves a chance."

"Percy is nice," Tyson said.

"Percy is too nice," Annabeth grumbled, but I couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe, she was a little impressed. I'd surprised her, anyway. And that wasn't easy to do.

Percy was grinning like a fool, so much so Thalia mock barfed off the side of her beanbag and Alex and Magnus felt the need to blush and lean away from each other for the first time in a while. That boy was in love with every new treasured memory he got back of her as much as he was the stubborn girl herself.

"Come on," I told my friends. "Let's find another way home."

That's when I turned and found a sword's point at my throat.

"I don't see how that's going to help," Alex mock laughed uneasily like he was pretending Grover had done it.

"The first time I've heard you say a weapon won't help a situation," Magnus could barely hold a hint of sarcasm as he shifted in his seat with worry what that surprise was going to be. He already guessed it wasn't going to be a party thrown by Luke inviting them back on his ship.

"Hey, cuz," said Luke. "Welcome back to the States."

"This is the worst border patrol I've ever heard of," Alex scowled.

"I'm sure Clarisse would love to come back and give him some tips," Percy frowned.

His bear-man thugs appeared on either of side of us. One grabbed Annabeth and Grover by their T-shirt collars. The other tried to grab Tyson, but Tyson knocked him into a pile of luggage and roared at Luke.

"I really hope Luke shit his pants and ran," Nico said with a feral smile.

"Percy," Luke said calmly, "tell your giant to back down or I'll have Oreius bash your friends' heads together."

"No such luck," Will sighed, "but purgatory's sounding better and better."

Nico wasn't sure if he meant the gay bar for the drinks or the endless void for Luke, and either way he agreed.

Oreius grinned and raised Annabeth and Grover off the ground, kicking and screaming.

"What do you want, Luke?" I growled.

"Hopefully not more rousing speeches about hypocritic paradise and javelins," Thalis frowned.

He smiled, the scar rippling on the side of his face.

He gestured toward the end of the dock, and I noticed what should've been obvious. The biggest boat in port was the Princess Andromeda.

"Why, Percy," Luke said, "I want to extend my hospitality, of course."

"I think you mispronounced hostility," Jason shivered.

The bear twins herded us aboard the Princess Andromeda. They threw us down on the aft deck in front of a swimming pool with sparkling fountains that sprayed into the air. A dozen of Luke's assorted goons—snake people, Laistrygonians, demigods in battle armor—had gathered to watch us get some "hospitality."

"Now it's a real pleasure cruise," Nico scowled.

"And so, the Fleece," Luke mused. "Where is it?" He looked us over, prodding my shirt with the tip of his sword, poking Grover's jeans.

"Hopefully he's not mistaking Grover for Pan," Magnus scoffed.

"Wouldn't stop him stabbing either of them," Percy said grimly.

"Hey!" Grover yelled. "That's real goat fur under there!"

"Sorry, old friend." Luke smiled.

Thalia seethed like she was about to breathe fire. Grover had been through enough without having to immediately deal with this traitor too!

"Just give me the Fleece and I'll leave you to return to your, ah, little nature quest."

"Blaa-ha-ha!" Grover protested. "Some old friend!"

"Maybe you didn't hear me." Luke's voice was dangerously calm. "Where—is—the— Fleece?"

"Eurpoa got her revenge," Alex said mysteriously with that crooked smile on his face that could have meant he was telling the truth or about to stab you in the stomach Magnus could never bring himself to look away from.

"Not here," I said. I probably shouldn't have told him anything, but it felt good to throw the truth in his face. "We sent it on ahead of us. You messed up."

Luke's eyes narrowed. "You're lying. You couldn't have ..." His face reddened as a horrible possibility occurred to him. "Clarisse?"

I nodded.

"You trusted ... you gave ..."

Percy looked downright smug now everybody was underestimating Clarisse, and it would be their victory. Never mind he probably would have been doing the same if this wasn't his idea.

"Yeah."

"Agrius!"

The bear giant flinched. "Y-yes?"

"Get below and prepare my steed. Bring it to the deck. I need to fly to the Miami Airport, fast.'"

"But, boss—"

"Do it!" Luke screamed. "Or I'll feed you to the drakon!"

The bear-man gulped and lumbered down the stairs. Luke paced in front of the swimming pool, cursing in Ancient Greek, gripping his sword so tight his knuckles turned white.

The rest of Luke's crew looked uneasy. Maybe they'd never seen their boss so unhinged before.

"Important lesson then, you should know all aspects of your leader in a situation," Jason smirked, hoping this little army of his would come apart at the seams fast now. How could anyone follow someone who would so carelessly throw away their lives at the first opportunity?

I started thinking ... If I could use Luke's anger, get him to talk so everybody could hear how crazy his plans were ...

I looked at the swimming pool, at the fountains spraying mist into the air, making a rainbow in the sunset. And suddenly I had an idea.

"I think this is the first time I haven't had a mild panic attack at you using those words," Thalia approved.

"The question is, who's the call for," Magnus agreed. It didn't seem likely anybody could get back up there fast enough to be of help, otherwise they would have done that before sending Clarisse off.

"You've been toying with us all along," I said. "You wanted us to bring you the Fleece and save you the trouble of getting it."

Luke scowled. "Of course, you idiot! And you've messed everything up!"

"Traitor!" I dug my last gold drachma out of my pocket and threw it at Luke. As I expected, he dodged it easily.

The coin sailed into the spray of rainbow-colored water.

I hoped my prayer would be accepted in silence. I thought with all my heart: O goddess, accept my offering.

"You tricked all of us!" I yelled at Luke. "Even DIONYSUS at CAMP HALF-BLOOD!"

"Not your subtlest work," Will chuckled, "but that was the best dinner show we'd ever gotten."

"So glad to finally trump my own with Tyson," Percy rolled his eyes.

Behind Luke, the fountain began to shimmer, but I needed everyone's attention on me, so I uncapped Riptide.

Luke just sneered. "This is no time for heroics, Percy. Drop your puny little sword, or I'll have you killed sooner rather than later."

"Who poisoned Thalia's tree, Luke?"

"I did, of course," he snarled. "I already told you that.

"I think you could have skipped that part," Alex critiqued, "you're going to make him suspicious."

"Besides, wasn't it Zeus who was pretending he didn't already know this, not Baccus?" Jason agreed.

"Everybody's a critic," Percy sighed, "I'd like to see you guys manage this."

I used elder python venom, straight from the depths of Tartarus."

"Chiron had nothing to do with it?"

"Ha! You know he would never do that. The old fool wouldn't have the guts."

"You call it guts? Betraying your friends? Endangering the whole camp?"

Luke raised his sword. "You don't understand the half of it. I was going to let you take the Fleece ... once I was done with it."

That made me hesitate. Why would he let me take the Fleece? He must've been lying.

All eyes flickered from Thalia and away quickly, except Percy, who kept a lingering gaze on her before he grimaced and looked unwillingly back at the book. The answer was literally staring him in the face, for once he wasn't the idiot in the dark. Yet to say the words out loud would give him no victory.

But I couldn't afford to lose his attention.

"You were going to heal Kronos," I said.

"Yes! The Fleece's magic would've sped his mending process by tenfold. But you haven't stopped us, Percy. You've only slowed us down a little."

"And so you poisoned the tree, you betrayed Thalia, you set us up—all to help Kronos destroy the gods."

Luke gritted his teeth. "You know that! Why do you keep asking me?"

"Because I want everybody in the audience to hear you."

"What audience?"

Then his eyes narrowed. He looked behind him and his goons did the same. They gasped and stumbled back.

"They should get a round of applause for the perfect performance," Will began mock applauding.

Nico resisted the urge to watch, but he couldn't quite fight off a smile.

Above the pool, shimmering in the rainbow mist, was an Iris-message vision of Dionysus, Tantalus, and the whole camp in the dining pavilion. They sat in stunned silence, watching us.

"Well," said Dionysus dryly, "some unplanned dinner entertainment."

"Mr. D, you heard him," I said. "You all heard Luke. The poisoning of the tree wasn't Chiron's fault."

Mr. D sighed. "I suppose not."

"The Iris-message could be a trick," Tantalus suggested, but his attention was mostly on his cheeseburger, which he was trying to corner with both hands.

"I fear not," Mr. D said, looking with distaste at Tantalus. "It appears I shall have to reinstate Chiron as activities director. I suppose I do miss the old horse's pinochle games."

"That was the closest I ever heard him saying he liked anybody," Will really did gasp. "I always told the others he disliked Tantalus as much as the rest of us," he finished with an unfamiliar bitter smile. Nico frowned from the book to him, adding Tantalus's lagoon to his place of pitstops on the way to Tartarus for something he should look in on. Just what had he done to the campers during his stay there? Perhaps an extra layer could be added to his punishment.

Tantalus grabbed the cheeseburger. It didn't bolt away from him. He lifted it from the plate and stared at it in amazement, as if it were the largest diamond in the world. "I got it!" he cackled.

Magnus opened his mouth in protest for that curse wearing off, but Nico kept reading viciously.

"We are no longer in need of your services, Tantalus," Mr. D announced.

"Tell me he timed that!" Alex said in awe. "No wait, don't spoil it, I'm going to say he did, and no arguments!"

"Won't get any from us," Thalia agreed.

Tantalus looked stunned. "What? But—"

"You may return to the Underworld. You are dismissed."

"No! But—Nooooooooooo!"

As he dissolved into mist, his fingers clutched at the cheeseburger, trying to bring it to his mouth. But it was too late. He disappeared and the cheeseburger fell back onto its plate.

"The best waste of a cheeseburger I can never get mad at," Percy grinned. Between this and Clarisse's escape, he was feeling pretty good about himself, the guinea pig was long gone from his mind.

The campers exploded into cheering.

Luke bellowed with rage. He slashed his sword through the fountain and the Iris-message dissolved, but the deed was done.

I was feeling pretty good about myself, until Luke turned and gave me a murderous look.

"Kronos was right, Percy. You're an unreliable weapon. You need to be replaced."

Percy's confidence was still a little too full to think to much about that, but he glanced at Thalia again, then at the water surrounding them in the ocean. How old was she again? Hadn't Annabeth said Thalia was twelve when she was turned into that tree? She was at least his age now...

I wasn't sure what he meant, but I didn't have time to think about it. One of his men blew a brass whistle, and the deck doors flew open. A dozen more warriors poured out, making a circle around us, the brass tips of their spears bristling.

Luke smiled at me. "You'll never leave this boat alive."

"You'll never take me alive!" Percy cried in triumph.

"Someone de-escalate him before he thinks all his crazy plans will work," Will said in concern as he accepted the book.

"Perce, that really wasn't as impressive as you think it was," Thalia agreed mildly as his smile finally dimmed when he kept watching her instead of the book for an extra few moments before turning away.

#pjo #Percy Jackson #reading the books #fanfiction #SoM #Thalia Grace #Jason Grace #Hearthstone #Magnus Chase #Alex Fierro #Percabeth #fierrochase #solangelo #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace #HDYSG

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omg wait that fic got me thinkin abt 1970's-80's summer camp au with a murderer. we got the loner, nerd, popular girl, etc etc. class clown connor x popular nerd mitchell who laugh about knowing each other from elementary school and cry in each others arms while saying over and over theyll get out of there together. Horror and gay people.. shakes

Anon dont DO this to me i JUST finished a 100k fic

mention of blood <3

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“Jason Voorhees,” Mitchell hissed, dragging Connor roughly by the wrist through the forest, an aluminum baseball bat hanging in the other. His light-washed jeans, cuffed at the ankles, were stained knee-deep in mud. Across one shoulder, a spray of drying scarlet blood stained his camp shirt. It was still wet, fresh. “What the fuck kind of name is that -” 

Connor was stumbling along, pale and shell-shocked. He was in worse shape than Mitchell in that the blood that he was covered in was actually his—a cut at his throat, small but steady staining his collar. “Oh - my gods, Lou - she’s -” 

“Lower your voice,” Mitchell said sharply, though it likely hardly mattered. They were hardly sneaking through the forestry quietly. They should really get some cover if they were going to do this. “Back here.” 

Mitchell pulled them around the corner of the cabin, tucking them along the side. The darkness was likely their only saving grace. He listened out carefully. No one following them, not for the moment.

“Oh my god,” Connor inhaled from his side, staring down at his hands. “Travis - Katie, they 're-”

“They’re at the Big House with the others,” Mitchell said calmly.  “We just have to get there first, Leo said the car was working again."

They were on the other side of camp, approximately a mile. They could make it a mile. It was just a mile. 

“Silena,” Connor breathed out. “And - Charles, oh my god, they're - dead -”

Mitchell took in a very slow, a very shuttering breath. He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut. “No. We can’t freak out right now. We have to find our friends, and then we have to go. That’s what we have to focus on right now.” Mitchell opened his eyes. He stepped in closer to Connor, setting his bat to the side and quickly inspecting the cut at his throat as best as he could in the moonlight. It wasn’t deep, thank the gods. 

Mitchell met Connor’s gaze next, his wide eyes. He brought his both hands to cup Connor’s face, firm—not romantic in the slightest, but incredibly steadying. He stared deep into his eyes, pleading. Connor blinked back at him. “Connor. I need you to keep it together for a bit longer. I need you for this.” 

Connor swallowed tightly. “Okay.” He nodded, only slightly shaky. “Okay. I’m here.” 

“Take this,” Mitchell handed over the flare gun, bright orange. “You’ve got three shots, be careful with them.” 

Connor took it with numb hands. Mitchell plucked up his bat, stepping back. Still, he reached out to squeeze Connor's hand, tight and quick. They both ignored the tacky blood on his skin. "Let's go. We don't have much time."  

They just had to make it a mile. It was just a mile, Jason Voorhees be damned. 

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Then, of course, they don’t make it to the Big House until it’s too late.

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Meanwhile in the background solangelo and piper/jason/leo are living through the 1996 masterpiece Scream in the Big House, chunky 90s landlines and all. Yes matthew lillard is still there. Yes the fic would be tagged with ‘Final Girl Piper McLean.’ It would be set vaguely in the 80s/90s and lean HARD into the aesthetic. The fic playlist would have Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) on it. 

#im normal about horror movies yeah totally normal #conchell #no i cant start a new fic because i have spend the past 3 months rotting my brain with the ghosthunters au and i need to BREATH #but just IMAGINE THIS #god the fic playlist would slap #solangelo