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mushiewrites · 2 months

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Ok, I went a little crazy thinking about this

Dream would absolutely loose his mind, stuck on his side, hogtied, cause there is absolutely no way he can protect his poor tummy, especially if his ler is sat behind him, holding him on his side so he can't roll on his front.

I can imagine Sap and George taking full advantage of this opportunity, not having to worry about accidental injuries caused by flailing.

"Can't take it cutie~?" You don't really have a choice~"

okay this. this has been sitting here for a while because Reasons <3 but holy cow. this concept? chefs kiss. dreams poor tummy 🫠

he'd have no way to escape or block anything...he's just completely at their mercy....

just imagine it.

somehow, george and sapnap convince dream to let them tie him up. they dont tell him how, but they give him the biggest puppy dog eyes and beg him nicely, praising him and telling him how he's always so good for them, and how much fun they have playing with him. and dream folds almost instantly. he can't say no to them, he loves them so so much!

and now he's on his side, hands behind his back, legs bent up and all four limbs tied together. sapnap is behind him with a grip on the rope, holding it down against the bed and preventing dream from turning over to block his now very open and vulnerable tummy. he whimpers when george appears in front of him, slowly lifting up his shirt and giggling nervously when he feels the cool air hit his skin

"what do we have here?"

and before dream can ask what george means, he feels light fingers tracing over his scar above his right hip. he jolts forward, a squeal flying out of him before he can stop it. sapnap uses his free hand to grab onto dream's right elbow, pushing down on it slightly to keep him still as george explores the dark purple lightning bolt along dreams skin. and strangely enough, dream has never been subjected to such light tickling there before. and it's...devastating, to say the least. he's thrashing as much as he can in such an immobilizing position, twitching his torso forward and back, moving his hips from side to side with the little leniency he has. but it's no use - george's light tickling just keeps going and going. and finally, when the fingers stop tracing, he's able to take in gulps of air. he thinks it's over.

then he feels fingertips tracing his lower tummy. he knows hes fucked. dream screams out when george circles the middle of his tummy, pleading and begging for the tickles to stop. but does george stop?

absolutely not.

george just giggles and adds his other hand into the mix, now squeezing up and down his sides as dream cries out in a panic. george moves his fingers over the sides of dream's tummy and it makes him shriek, and now he's really moving between the two. sapnap sits up on his knees and leans his body weight over dream's limbs, successfully stopping him from moving at all. now george is free to explore the rest of dreams tummy, paying close attention to the edges of his bellybutton as he traces a finger around it. dream is in shambles. he has tears in his eyes and his face is bright red from laughing so hard. he can't plead, he can't beg, he can only laugh and laugh and laugh as his poor little tummy is tortured with tickles.

they're both teasing him, telling him how cute he is, pointing out how awful it must be to not be able to move, to be stuck, forced to take the tickling.

"look at him trying to get away, sapnap! he's so cute, thinking he can escape!"

"where are you trying to go, cutie? you're stuck here with us - you're stuck with the tickles."

"his tummy is jumping! that must mean he likes it!"

then george changes tactics. he goes back to lightly tracing over dream's lower tummy again, and dream is near hysterics. george know's he can't possibly take much more, but there's no safeword said, and he's always one to push the limits anyway, so he continues.

george finds the spot just above his hips and presses his thumbs in deep, making slow circles and driving dream to silent laughter. not even a second later his safeword is called, and finally the torment is over. sapnap works on untying him while george runs a hand through his hair, praising him and cooing over how good of a job he did, how well dream took the tickles, how good he is

dream's curls are a mess from flailing and shaking his head against the sheets. his cheeks are wet with tears from his laughter, and george uses both thumbs to wipe them away, rubbing soothingly under his eyes on his upper cheekbones. when he's finally untied, sapnap and george rub where the rope was securing him, gently soothing his wrists and ankles with gentle touches and plenty of kisses. this of course sends dream into light giggles, and the two can't help but pull him in a big cuddle pile, continuing to play with his hair as they hold him close. they take turns kissing his cheeks, his temples, the top of his head - anywhere they can to make him blush. they trace over his back, and within minutes dream is asleep, too exhausted to threaten the revenge they both know is coming.

#sleepy anon #asks #lee!dream #ler!george #ler!sapnap #mushie concepts / hcs #....so i might've gotten a little carried away :D #but its fiiiiiiine hes fine #dream loves the torture i promise!!!!#i actually made my own stomach flip writing this #whoopsie #also thank u cal baby for encouraging me and believing that i could actually write something AND for proof reading this as always #and sleepy thank you for the ask holy shit #mcyt tickle

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sleep-nurse · 6 months

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Hima!!111 (i tried my best really... thats literally my 2nd time drawing something in paint.......)

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cowboykento · 1 month

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cw: weed, oral sex (m!receiving), minors dni

thinking about smoking with gojo again. he isn’t really a big smoker, so his tolerance is relatively low, especially given his size.

it doesn’t take long for both of your heads to get lost in the clouds. you were curled up tightly against satoru, and he leaned back against the couch, his head back but eyes still angled to look at you, his sunglasses pushing back his hair.

you decide to give him a kiss on his neck, although your brain feels like it’s dipped in honey when you shift, which makes you smile.

satoru’s hand comes up and into your hair as he turns his head to the side to get a (somewhat) better look at you.

“you missed, sweetheart,” he smiles softly at you, and you giggle when you see how his eyes have gotten so sleepy.

“oh, of course, my love, how could i?” you laugh, placing your hands on either side of his neck as you reposition yourself, now straddling him, and giving him a kiss on his lips.

he hums against your lips, “mm, you’re so good to me, baby.”

you kiss his cheeks, “course i am, ‘toru. because you’re perfect.”

he catches your lips on his, biting softly on your lower lip, his teeth forming a smile.

“thanks, sweetheart. you’re perfect too, you know. in every. single. way,” he punctuates that last few words with quick kisses to your lips.

it’s impossible to keep the smile off your face as you lean in to kiss satoru, pressing yours lips to his passionately, head lost in your love and affection for your boyfriend.

it’s not long into making out that you feel him pressing against your ass, straining through his sweats. you let out a soft groan when you feel it.

“oh, my poor baby, ‘re you getting all worked up over this?” you tease.

his hands grip your hips a little more firmly, “mhm, you have no idea what you do to me, princess.”

“i think i might,” you reply, grinding your hips down against his for emphasis.

he lets out a breathy moan as you grind against his dick, his hands slipping up the back of your (his) sweatshirt.

“well are you gonna do somethin about it then, sweetheart?” he asks with a teasing lilt to his voice, even though you both know that you hold all the power right now.

if you weren’t so faded, you’d probably hold that over his head for a bit longer. but you are, and you’re just as needy as your boyfriend is right now.

so instead you slide off his lap and onto your knees in front of him, reaching to palm over his dick through his sweats. satoru’s eyes widen and he thrusts up into your hand, desperate to chase that friction.

“oh, baby, shit,” he whispers.

you give another squeeze before your own eagerness takes over, and you pull his sweats (and notice his lack of boxers) down under his cock and balls, giving yourself just enough room to work with.

you’re quick to wrap your hand around his shaft, kissing his leaking tip sweetly. you meet his eyes through your eyelashes, and you feel satoru’s dick twitch in your hand.

“please, baby, please, need you to make me cum,” he begs. “please use your mouth, angel, fuck. wanna cum down that pretty throat so bad.”

you give his tip another kitten lick, “love it when you use your manners, ‘toru.”

you take his full length in your mouth before he can muster out another plea, gagging when he hits the back of your throat.

satoru lets out a throaty groan, “oh, fuck, angel, you’re so fucking good, holy shit.”

you use one of your hands to hold the base of his dick, the other sneaking up to massage his balls as you take him at a quick pace—one that has him bucking his hips into your mouth, desperately chasing his release.

his moans only spur you on to go faster, to hollow your cheeks and pay special attention to the vein that runs along his pretty shaft. you want to swallow his cum just about as badly as he wants to see you do it.

“close, princess, close, oh fuck-” is the only warning satoru is able to give you before he’s shooting his load down your throat, holding the back of your head with a gentle palm.

you continue working him slowly until he’s fully spent, and he pulls you off. his eyes still look sleepy, the pretty blue sneaking out anyway.

you give him a dopey smile as you climb back onto his lap, diving right back into his waiting, eager lips. you kiss him sweetly, a little less hungrily, as he tastes himself on your tongue.

“so, so perfect for me, pretty girl,” he smiles at you, holding your head in his big hands. “love you to the moon and back and even further.”

you giggle before kissing him again, “love you even more.”

#gulp sorry i got high and wanted him #wasn’t even planning on making this smut but oh well #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk gojo x reader #jjk gojo satoru #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #jjk gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #jjk smut #cw weed

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hotchs-big-hands · 9 months

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dbf!hotch gifts reader a nannycam for their room. Fun ensues. Send tweet.

(basically reader being a camgirl but for hotchy’s eyes only) 😩

Okay okay I have to get this out FIRST like you don't understand this makes me fucking BARK ROME your mind is literally stunning babe OKAY LETS GO

Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

NSFW minors dni please!

Warning(s): consensual voyeurism, daddy kink, masturbation, just smut LMAO it's so filthy!! Also changes to Aaron's perspective after first break.

Should probably note idk exactly how nannycams work I just did some reading up and I'm sort of basing off that. Anyway, ENJOY!

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There it sat on the pristine dining table of your father's friend. A small, black cube no bigger than a dice awaited your response to its presence. Your eyes flicked to the man who had just placed it in front of you with a smirk, and you bit your lip.

"This is..."

Aaron raised a brow, the smirk growing.

"A little camera for you to place in your bedroom. Do you like it, sweetheart?" He said gently. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes returned to the tiny nannycam.

"Holy shit..." You felt heat rising in your face and burning in your abdomen. "I do, yes. Thank you, Aaron."

Aaron cupped the back of your head with his hand and leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.

"This, pretty thing, is so I can check in on you when I'm away with work. You understand, right?"

He was close to your face, his eyes focusing on your bitten lip. You moved to straddle his hips and his hands were immediately on your thighs, squeezing them possessively. A little hum reverberated from you as you nodded at him and you placed your hands on his firm chest to help balance yourself as you shifted around on his lap.

"Mmh... come by mine later so you can help me set it up?" You asked sweetly, batting your eyelids innocently at him. He chuckled and the hands slid round to your ass and firmly gripped onto the flesh there.

"Of course, sweetheart. Gotta make sure it's working, after all."

Yes, much later in the day did you both finally make it to your home and set up the little camera on a shelf attached to the wall, cushioned between some ornaments. And the rest of the evening was spent "testing" the angle of the camera out with a feed linked to Aaron's phone. When you eventually collapsed against the pillows together, entangled and breathing heavily, your mind wandered to the possibilities you had to have a bit of fun whilst your lover was away. A tired, but excited smile pulled at your face as you snuggled into his bare chest and you drifted off to sleep.

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Three days had passed by after Aaron gifted you the little camera, and in that time he had, of course, been pulled away on a case. He hadn't yet had a spare moment to check in with you to ask if you were okay with him watching (he had made it clear that he wouldn't look unless you specifically said it was okay to do so) and admittedly, he was a little frustrated as a result. But work called, he had to focus on the current case instead. However, all was about to change with a simple text from you.

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Sweetheart❤: How's everything going? xx

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Aaron raised a brow as he stared at the text. You didn't normally contact him whilst he was working. He stepped away from the rest of his team for a moment to respond.

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Me: As well as the average case goes. Are you alright? X

Sweetheart❤️: I'm heading to bed now, but I'm not very sleepy...

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He felt himself tense a little, swallowing as he felt himself twitch in his slacks. He eyed his surroundings before he began to type.

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Me: Sweet thing, you've got to try and get some rest, yeah? X

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Moments later a photo came through from you, Aaron's breath hitched at the compromising position you were in, biting your lip and looking at the camera seductively.

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Sweetheart❤️: Guess you'd better check your footage later then 😇

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He quickly moved to press his back against a wall and typed furiously, slacks tightening.

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Me: You really think you can just tease daddy like this and not be punished when I return?

Sweetheart❤️: Gn, daddy 🥰 xx

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Aaron groaned quietly and pocketed his phone, glancing down at his crotch and willing the slight bulge to disappear. You were in so much trouble when he finally returned home, but he had to admit he was eager to return to his hotel room that night to see what you'd been up to. With a sharp exhale out of his nose he slowly returned to the room to continue working on the case.

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Driving at the speed limit couldn't have been harder for Aaron than right now, desperate to make it back to the hotel and lock himself in his room. He knew the others could tell he was extremely tense and chalking it up to the difficult case, which admittedly, he was stressed out about, but he hadn't been able to keep you or the implications of your earlier messages out of his mind for the rest of the day.

So when he finally pulled into the hotel parking lot with Spencer and Derek in the car with him, he couldn't slam his door fast enough nor rush off into the hotel. He even took the stairs, two steps at a time, so he could get there quicker than waiting for an elevator. Finally. With his door locked his jacket and tie were quickly removed and his shoes toed off at the door, he crossed the room to the bed and he settled down on the edge of it and pulled his phone out.

He was eager, almost embarrassingly so but he didn't care. His thumb hovered over the app that was linked to the nannycam; his slacks were uncomfortably tight already. With a quiet exhale, he unbuckled his belt to give himself a brief sense of relief, then he clicked the app icon.

He remembered the estimated time you'd messaged him, scrolling through the footage from within the 12 hours of the day in the timezone you were in. Most of it was blank, obviously you'd been out for the day, but he slowed down the progress when your figure appeared, entering and leaving the room as you went about your evening. He smiled slightly in complete adoration of you, there was something so serene about watching you going about your time, a part of him secretly wishing he could witness all of it someday.

His thoughts were brought to a halt when you entered your bedroom dressed in a fluffy towel, having just returned from a shower. He shifted on the bed, settling back further as his eyes stared at the screen. At first, your back was to the camera when you unwound the towel from your body. Aaron narrowed his eyes slightly, wishing you would turn around. Then you did. Casually, you began drying your body off, dragging the fabric down your arms and across your neck. You paused, a little smile spread across your face and you moved the towel slower down your body.

His eyes followed the movement of your hand on the fabric, drifting down your chest and lingering. A deliberate, light brush against your nipples, then slowly drifting lower down your body. Tauntingly, you covered your crotch and Aaron groaned, holding his phone in his right hand whilst his left slid down to squeeze the growing bulge in his dress pants. You knew how he felt about you teasing him given you'd been punished for it already recently, brought to a point of begging him through tears to let you cum, to feel his cock inside you. Just the memory of it only made him strain against the fabric of his trousers more, so he unbuttoned them and slowly pulled the zipper down, a quiet grunt escaping him at the release in tension. His hand slipped inside, palming his cock over his boxers.

In the footage, you'd turned from the camera again and bent over to dry your legs, giving him a full view of your ass to him.

"Nngh, fuck." Aaron hissed, squeezing himself tighter. You walked out of frame, seemingly to hang the towel up to dry, but when you returned to the frame you were still in all your naked glory and there was no indication of that changing anytime soon. His eyes widened when you pulled open your bedside drawer and from it you took out one of his button down shirts, but his brow raised when you also picked up a small bottle, one that he knew very well.

"Oh, you naughty thing..." He whispered as you spritzed his cologne he thought he had misplaced a few weeks ago over the shirt he must have left behind at some point. You placed the bottle back into the drawer and held the shirt to your nose, climbing onto the bed to kneel, eyes closed as you inhaled deeply. Aaron groaned again quietly. He didn't know you did this, he would have to ask you if you did it all the time. It made him feel good to be so desired as this, he never expected anyone to want him as much as you clearly did. His cock was painfully hard now, and he pulled it from the top of his underwear with a hiss. The rosy red tip was already glistening with precum, he smeared it with his thumb and dragged it down the impressive shaft with a deep exhale.

Holding onto the shirt, you slowly pulled it down your body, rolling your hips as you brushed across your nipples again. And then, to Aaron's utter surprise, you moved the shirt down to your crotch and began to grind into it. He shuddered, cock twitching in his hand at the scene. You moved to the end of the bed, shirt still rubbing against your crotch, and knelt down, head against the bed with your ass angled towards the camera's general direction. Aaron swore under his breath as he began to slide his hand up and down his cock, squeezing his tip and using the precum that continued to leak out to lube himself. You were laying on top of the shirt, hand between your spread thighs as you touched yourself. Oh, how he wished he could hear your sounds right now.

He could imagine himself touching you in this position, teasing you as he rubbed his cock against your entrance. He wanted you to always have your face shoved against one of his shirts from now on, picturing you biting into it with every caress of his fingers or cock.

Your hips swayed and shuddered forward, your hand moving faster as you masturbated. Aaron moved his hand faster on his cock, thrusting up into his hand eagerly in time with your movements. He could tell you were close in the video, body shaking and back arching, it brought him closer to cumming as well. His chest heaved as he moaned, hips bucking when he watched you finally cum hard, staining his shirt no doubt, and pushing yourself until you collapsed, boneless. Not a moment sooner, Aaron groaned deeply as his cock shot rope, after rope of cum onto his hand and clothed chest. Slightly shaky, he quickly snapped a photo from his torso downward, hand still gripping his sensitive cock, and sent it to you.

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Me: Sweetheart, look what you've done to me. I'll be having a word with you about taking my cologne...

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Once the text was sent, Aaron let the phone drop onto the mattress beside him and groaned. His cock twitched in his hand, still aroused. He grimaced, knowing he needed to take a shower and shove his soiled clothes in the bottom of his bag. And so sluggishly, he forced himself to stand and make his way to the shower room.

When the new morning would come round, you'd wake up to more than just a picture.

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AWOOGA OKAY thank you so so so much for reading !! I hope this was kinda what you were thinking of babes, but I could defo expand on this in future tho should the demand be there 👀

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roses-r-rosie3 · 9 months

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Smiley

Miguel O’Hara x M!Reader

Warnings: fluff, google translated Spanish, Mayday being a cutie-Patootie

Summary: Peter asks Miguel to babysit Mayday while he and MJ go out on a date, but before Miguel can say no, the reader says yes

Quote: "You know.. Since you're so good with kids maybe we should have some of our own someday"

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Peter and MJ were celebrating their anniversary but there was one problem. The babysitter called in sick that day. So Peter had no choice but to ask his work colleagues. But when he did, they either couldn’t or just straight up said ‘no’. So Peter had no choice but to ask Miguel.

Of course Miguel would probably say no too but it was worth a shot. Luckily, when Peter got inside of Miguel’s office, he saw that you were there. You two were friends, he met you through Miguel. But he knew Miguel was always less grumpy when you were around, so maybe that would increased his chances.

“Hey Miguel.. uhh.. I was wondering.. would you maybe wanna babysit Mayday for me while me and MJ go out?” Peter laughed nervously as he held Mayday up to him.

Your eyes lit up in joy. Mayday’s little smile brightened the room. Who would say no to such a cute face?

“N-”

“Yes! Of course! We’ll totally babysit her” you yelped excitingly.

Miguel gave you a death-stare, but you didn’t care. You quickly ran to Peter and Peter handed Mayday over to you.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do sweetie” Peter said as he kissed Mayday’s head before he left.

“What was that y/n! We can’t take care of a kid! We can barley even take care of ourselves!” Miguel yelled.

“Don’t be so dramatic Miggy we can totally take care of her” you smiled as you rocked Mayday in your arms.

“Dios por favor ayudame¹” Miguel Sighed.

"You're going to have the best time of your life" you cooed as you ignored Miguel.

Mayday laughed in excitement as you tossed her in the air and catched her.

"Ooh! Miguel can you make her a little trampoline with your webs for her?" you asked.

"God you're so immature" Miguel sighed.

But who was he to deny your request? So he got off and grumbled as he made a trampoline for Mayday. After Miguel was done, you excitedly placed Mayday on the homemade trampoline and watched her bounced with joy on her face.

"Oh my god isn't she so cute!!" You giggled.

Miguel would be lying if he said that he didn't crack a smile while watching Mayday bounce happily.

"We should take a picture and send it to Peter!" you said as you pulled your phone out.

You took a picture and sent it to peter and he responded with a '🥹' Emoji. After a while of you playing with Mayday and Miguel slowly losing his brain cells, you eventually got hungry and Mayday was a bit sleepy, so you asked Miguel if he could take care of Mayday for a bit while you got something to eat.

After you got your food you decided to bring some food for Miguel and Mayday. When you got back to Miguel's office, you saw Mayday dead asleep in Miguel's arms while he cradled and cooed her in his arms.

"Holy shit this is so cute!!" you whisper squealed.

You put the food down and quickly whipped your phone out and took about +50 photos of Miguel and Mayday. You quickly sent 1/3 of the photos to peter, earning a 'No way that's Miguel' response from him.

"Not right now y/n" Miguel whisper yelled.

After Peter and MJ came back from their date, Peter opened a portal to the society and walked inside of Miguel's office to see you playing with Mayday in your arms.

"Hey guys, I came to pick up Mayday, I hope she didn;t cause any trouble" Peter said.

"Of course she didn't! She is an angel" you smiled.

"How do you guys want me to pay you? Do you guys want cash or do you want me to get you a gift?" Peter asked.

"It's fine Peter, Mayday is a gift herself" you said.

"Oh and by the way Miguel, I never knew you were a kid type of person" Peter chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah" Miguel grumbled.

"I know right?!" You laughed.

"Anyways, thank you guys for taking care of Mayday. Bye guys" Peter smiled.

After Peter left the room it only left you and Miguel.

"You know.. Since you're so good with kids maybe we should have some of our own someday" you smirked.

Miguel nearly choked.

"EW! You guys know that I'm here right?!" Lyla fake-gagged.

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(Again i'm not very fluent in spainish so I got it off of google translate)

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oqwwah · 9 months

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#ISN'T IT JUST SO PRETTY TO THINK - ALL ALONG THERE WAS SOME, INVISIBLE STRING, TYING YOU TO ME.

being childhood best friends with miguel o'hara! miguel o'hara x gn! reader

fluff :-)

he was stressed. he always was. he was concentrating on almost everything but his work, miguel's eyes flickered towards the clock. it was nearing 12am. he sighed, leaning back into his desk chair, forcing himself into mindlessly typing on his computer.

"what are you doing here? i'm busy." he felt your presence, you were lingering around the doorframe.

"it's like, 12 in the morning miguel, you should go home." you spoke to him calmly.

"what are you, my mother or something?" he rolled his eyes and rubbed his face. "i just- i gotta do something right now. can you come another time? or better, can you just leave me alone?"

you took a deep sigh,

"miguel.." honestly, you didn't know what to say. "cmon, you deserve a break. you need a break."

he sighed sharply,

"i said im busy." he glanced towards your figure, before focusing on his work again. "i don't need a break, i need to finish this. leave me alone"

you grumbled, not wanting to be defeated.

"fine"

"good, now go." he paused, before remembering the time. "wait, how are you getting home?"

"i took an uber" you admit, a bit confused on why he asked. "do you mind if i wait here until another one comes?"

he contemplated. he wouldn't be done with his work for a while, but it wasn't like taking you home then going back to his house to do a bit more work there wasn't a bad option. but then again you'd be perfectly safe in your uber, but still. it was new york, literally anything could happen.

he let out another sigh,

"fucking hell.." he mumbled, directing his attention onto you once again. "just- just wait here, i'll drive you home, give me like 15 minutes to finish my work. okay?"

"you literally just told me to leave."

"holy shit, i changed my mind okay, is that so unbelievable?"

"kind of. but still, its fine, i'll just take an uber or walk."

"you're funny" he was still typing, "you're not walking home"

"why not"

you knew you wouldn't dare to walk home, it would be like at least an hour, and that wasn't exactly a good idea in the middle of the night.

"it's fine, just. come home with me, okay?" he spoke a bit softer, looking at you a bit nicer. your petty side wanted you to say no, but then again. a drive home didn't sound too bad.

"okay" you smile, "thanks miggy" you smirked at the nickname, teasing him because you knew how much he hated it.

miguel's expression dropped.

"you're so lucky that we're friends." he looked at you, exasperated, before packing up his work stuff.

you laugh as you walk with him out of the building. following behind him, because honestly, you had no clue where you were.

as you slipped into the passenger seat and connected your phone to the aux chord, miguel plopped his heavy work bag onto your lap.

after a few moments of silence, you decided to try to have a conversation with him

"sooo, how was your day?" you looked up at him.

"it was fine, nothing really happened. i was mainly catching up on work."

"yeah, okay" you mumble, looking back out the window.

"how was yours?" he asked, glancing over to you.

"it was fine, today was my off day so i just stayed home."

he smiled,

"you're lucky for getting a day off" he paused, eyes lingering around your sleepy body. "y/n.. do you wanna stay at mine tonight?"

you look up at him, confused from his request.

"i mean, i could. but is there any reason?"

he shrugged,

"we can catch up? haven't seen you in a second" he smiled lightly, listening to the music.

"i mean, sure!" you smile up at him, watching as he drives to his home.

as he watched you warmly smile up to him, miguel realised that spending time with you was more important than his work.

a few minutes later you were pulling into his driveway. once he parked you passed him his workbag and slipped out of the car.

you took a deep breath as you stepped into his house, it smelt like home.

maybe it was the way he still washed his clothes in the same detergent, or how he kept all the photos from when you were younger, perhaps it was how he cooked the same meals he learnt when he was little, but you always felt serenely nostalgic when you were with him.

he passed you the spare pajama set you kept with him, smiling down at you.

"are you hungry? i can heat you up something." he was more gentle, less hostile when it was just you.

"i'm alright" you murmur, looking up at him in the dimmed lights.

"suit yourself" he pat your back before you left him to change.

hours later you were cuddled up in miguel's sheets in the living room, watching the titanic, staying silent as you pretended not to notice miguel's light sobbing.

"are you alright?" you ask, glancing over to his hunched figure. he looked over to you after wiping his face.

"i'm fine" he sighs. you looked at him unamused, but decided not to push it. "i'm just tired"

"i mean we can sleep now? the movie's done" you stand up and offer your hand.

he takes it.

"alright" he mumbles, pulling the bedsheets from the couch. "you get the pillows"

you lug the pillows into his room, dumping them on his bed before collapsing onto the plush of the mattress.

"move" he mumbles, trying to rearrange his bed.

you nod and help him set up his bed to make it look nice, then snuggling yourself onto the right side of the bed.

"get out, and that's literally my side" he demanded, causing you to groan, and shuffle over to the left. "you can stay, but no funny business", he teased.

you fail to suppress your laugh.

he laughs along with you for a moment. he switched off the lights and silently laid down next to you.

you sighed deeply,

"do you remember when we were 8 and you told me you loved me"

miguel coughed, hesitant to respond.

"no."

"huh, maybe i'm imagining it"

"probably" he mumbled. honestly he didn't remember it, but it sounded like something he would've said. "if i tell you something will you promise not to laugh?"

"yeah"

"when we were younger, like 10ish. i had the fattest crush on you" he chuckled,

"oh, i knew that. your brother told me!" miguel's jaw dropped.

"gabriel? seriously!" he groaned as you laughed silently.

"maybee" you smile up at him.

in the middle of the night you woke up to your head pressed against his clothed chest, his arms lazily draped around your waist and head buried in your shoulder.

he stirred lightly and pulled you closer as you shuffled to make yourself more comfortable, and in this moment you swore to yourself that this boy would always be yours.

# ONE SINGLE THREAD OF GOLD - TIED ME TO YOU.

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speedycoffeedelight · 10 days

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An Animalistic Disaster

CH-17: Mr. Cottontail

Masterlist

Summery:

Where you recollect more of your memories and open a bunch of trading cards. And a duo might have figured out the reason behind transformation, but we'll see.

A.n : There's going to be some heavy lore drop here. So just brace yourself a little. Also from now, the animal's dialogues will be in italics so it's easy to understand. I'll get to editing the previous chapters as well.

"I swear to god...one of these morning I'm going to have a heart attack."

You grumbled while sitting and held your head in your palm. You looked at Cherri who was in a makeshift cage made from a big plastic basket, trying to shake it and screeching. She had to learn her lesson some way. Your head was still pounding right now.

Then you looked at Husk who was trying his best to fit into the biggest shirt you had. The buttons on his chest were holding on for dear life. Honestly, it kinda made you jealous.

Husk was a black man who seemed to in his late 40's or 50's. He had black hair pulled back with white streaks on them as well as a small goatee. He had light yellow eyes that looked tired as hell. And the muscles in his hand, holy shit, it looked like he could easily carry you up like a feather. Husk was easily the best thing of this morning.

He of course also had feline features like before. A pair of black cat ears and tail adorned his form. He also had slitted black eyes. His nails were a bit sharper too.

And of course neither of you were prepared for him to transform in middle of sleeping, nobody was. God the embarrassment and confusion you felt when you opened your eyes to see an old handsome man staring at you with sleepy eyes, just as confused as you were.

You would have immediately swooned if not for the fact that you didn't know this guy and the fact he was shirtless, on your fucking bed, cuddling you.

So you did the first thing that came to your mind. You let out a loud scream and pushed him off the bed. He landed on the ground in front of Charlie and others with a big thud. "Oof, what the hell-" Cherri burst out laughing beside you. 'Now that's more like it!'

"Husk are you alright?" Charlie immediately kneeled down to check for injuries. "Husk??" You pulled the cover to your chest and looked down to see him properly. But you quickly averted your gaze when you saw he was shirtless with just a pant on. But that image will forever be engraved into your simp brain.

So after that was all over, you learnt what happened and caged Cherri. She was grounded till she learnt her lessons. You rubbed your head in frustration as Niffty brought you a cup of coffee.

"Here you go miss (Y/n)!"

You thanked her and took a sip. She still looked at you like she was waiting for something. Confused, you raised an eyebrow.

"...Do you need something Niffty?"

"You didn't pat my head." She said it like it was obvious and kept looking at you with wide eyes. You got surprised at this answer. 'She wants to be petted??' but then you remembered she was part dog now and that's probably the reason she was acting like this.

You reached out and patted her head making her smile happily as she wagged her tail. 'Adorable~' you thought in your mind.

Last night's memory was a bit hazy to you. You rubbed your head in frustration trying to remember it. Angel climbed onto the table grinning at you.

'Toots, didn't know ya were such a lightweight. Haha, but you gave quite a show last night, I'll give ya that." Niffty translated it, making you more worried. You asked her to recount the things to you. Pentious joined you since he wasn't there last night as well.

" I did what?"

Last night's memory came flooding back to you bit by bit as you listened. You, you finally petted Alastor's ears! You couldn't believe it.

'What's with the screaming, my dear?'

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. You grinned as you turned to face the stag. "I finally patted you, you smiling bastard!" You mentally cheered as you looked at him with a prideful smile. Alastor felt his face get hot again at that memory and he bonked you on the head with his antlers.

"OUCH what was that for!"

After you finished eating, you drove Charlie off to the cafe. Apparently Vaggie knew how to drive so she went with you two so she could memorize the roads. Once she memorizes she could drive Charlie sometimes as well.

After waving her off at the shop, you quickly departed. You let Vaggie take the wheel this time while you gave directions. Vaggie was an excellent driver. You were quite impressed.

Charlie took a deep breath as she got dropped off and watched you two drive away." This is it Charlie. You gotta make them proud. Right, let's do this!" she entered the store after mentally cheering herself.

"Oh hi there Charlie. Good to see you back."

Adrian gave her a warm smile as he was middle of cleaning. He put the broom he was cleaning with aside and guided her to the counter. He gave her a new apron to wear that had the cafe's name on it.

"Alright, I'll show you the ropes first time. Then it'll be up to you."

Charlie nodded and took the apron.

"Also won't you take off those horns and ears? You're in middle of work now."

She gulped, right, these weren't normal. But she hadn't practiced what to say during this. She thought it would be okay since they didn't question it before.

"Uh...can they please stay on? I promise you they won't cause any trouble!"

"Huh? Oh..okay then. I just thought it might be easier if you took them off."

Just then a ring sounded out from the door, signaling someone entered the shop. Adrian flashed Charlie a quick look while smiling.

"Come on, it's showtime!"

At evening, you went to go pick up Charlie. As Charlie was about to get into the car, Adrian called out to her.

"Charlie, wait!"

You and Charlie both looked at Adrian who rushed to you guys with a small bag.

"A small gift for your first day at work." He handed Charlie the bag and grinned.

"There's a piece of strawberry cake inside. Have a safe return home."

Charlie delightfully thanked him and got back into the car. While you were driving she told you about her experience which you listened to happily. It seemed like the day went pretty well. Even though there weren't much customers, Charlie enjoyed her time there. Plus from what you heard and saw, Adrian seemed to be a good boss.

The next day, you drove Charlie again as Vaggie sat with you. Pentious joined you this time as some of his works were done. Husk came as well to buy some clothes and as well as take a look at the human world. During the drive, Husk remembered something.

"Hey kid, I forgot to ask you this before but who the hell is cottontails?"

Those words hit you like a lightning as you brain started to overwhelm with memories. It's been a long while since you heard that name.

"W-where did you hear that name?"

"When you were holding me a day ago. You whispered you missed whatever it was."

"That was my pet bunny...I lost him when I was six. That night, my parents had a huge argument after dinner and we moved to my uncles house the very next day. In the end, I never knew what happened to it."

You weren't allowed to keep pets when you were a child. Your dad claimed it would be a waste of time and it will take your attention away from your duties. One day, while you were walking outside on your lawn, you stumbled across a small frail baby bunny. There was only one and it looked like it didn't even have the energy to move. After looking around, you found no signs of any other rabbits around.

You found yourself in a pickle. Your heart cried to take it home and care for it. But another part of you warned that if your father found out, you'd be in big trouble. You picked up the small thing, lost in thought and whispering "What am I going to do with you little bunny? "

The bunny moved a little and sniffed your hand, making your heart swoon. You decided immediately "Heck with it! Having a small bunny will be fine! Plus they won't make any noises like kitties or doggies! I can do this! I'll just need to be careful!"

The bunny again stopped moving in your arms and seemingly fell asleep. Your eyes glazed over it, trying to think of a name.

"I think I'll call you....mr.cottontails!"

Several months went by after getting mr.cottontails. You kept him under your bed. You always cleaned your own room by yourself so it wasn't a problem. You would let him run around your room once you locked the door and quickly hide him when someone was coming. Your dad was quite suspicious at how you looked so cherry recently but didn't question it. On the other hand, your mom was quite happy with this change in you.

Then one day, while you were on your way to your room after finished studying with your tutor, you spotted your dad. He seemed to be amused by something. He spotted you as well and gave you a smile.

"Isn't it a nice day today? Are you doing alright (Y/n)?"

You were taken aback by his sudden change of attitude but nodded and said everything was fine. Something was clearly wrong, you could feel it in your gut.

You rushed to your room after that and looked for your rabbit. It was gone... "Cottontail? Mr.cottontail??" You called out yet you couldn't spot the familiar ball of fluff running towards you like usual.

You spent the rest of the day trying to find him but no avail. There was no sign of him anywhere. And you couldn't even ask anyone else if they've seen him cause you're not supposed to have one in the first place.

Then your mind went to your father earlier, it had to him! That's why that damn man was smiling at you.

At dinnertime, you were fighting to keep your tears from coming out. You couldn't afford to let yourself be broken in front of him. You knew that he knew about you knowing what he did. He was just waiting for you to burst so he can properly punish you for going against his rules.

While your mom was serving you the stew for that night's dinner, she could sense something was wrong.

"(Y/n) dear, is everything alright?"

"Y-yes, mom, everything's fine. Don't worry."

"Of course everything's fine with her. (Y/n), today's stew is extra delicious, go ahead and try." Your dad said from across the table, grinning at you. You couldn't bear to look at this man's face properly. The rest of the dinner was quiet with you almost crying in the middle.

After you finished eating, you went straight to your room and locked the door and started crying. Sometime later, you heard your parents fighting over something. You pulled a pillow over you head to stop hearing to those as you sobbed harder.

You hated this. You hated screaming and fighting. You hated living here. You hated your dad. You hated it, hated it, hated it.

You wanted to go out and be with your mom. But you knew better then to do that. The last time you did, you just made things worse. You don't know after how long, it could have been several minutes or several hours, but your mom knocked on your door to tell you to pack and that you're leaving. The rest of the time went down in a haze and before you knew it, you both were standing in front of your aunt's house.

After dropping off Charlie, you and Pentious went around shops to try and resell those fixed products and let Vaggie show Husk around a little. You successfully managed to resell some of the products.

After that, you bought some cloths for the bartender. Husk had been nagging you nonstop to buy some booze since the beginning. So you did, but you made him use his puppy eyes first. Husk hated every second of that but he swallowed down his pride for booze. He was too far gone at that point.

After coming home, you received a delivery of the cards you ordered. You immediately got down to opening them after squealing in happiness.

"Please give me an Alastor card.. please give me an Alastor card..."

"You really want Alastor's card that badly?" Charlie said laughing and sitting next to you.

"Of course I do! He's my favourite character!" You mumbled while collecting the packs from the box. Suddenly you could feel eyes on you from the back. You sighed.

"Alastor I can feel your smugness from here, stop it." You turned around at the deer behind you.

'I didn't do anything dear. I'm just standing here and observing ' Alastor had shit eating grin in his face. 'Though I am very much charmed you consider me as your favourite.'

"Someone tell me what he's saying. I know he's enjoying this too much." You picked up a pack and finally opened it.

Niffty translated it for you. "Yeah well I liked you better when you were in a cartoon, not annoying my ass off."

The first holo card you got was of Charlie's. Charlie's face lit up seeing it and immediately showed it to Vaggie. You got Angel, tom treanch and a new character called lute in too. After opening three more packs, you were presented with holo Angel, Vellevette and razzle and dazzle. And you also found an ultra rare card of Lilith. Yet there was no sign of Alastor.

You were lucky enough to get normal cards for most of the cast present with you though. You handed them their own cards. Sighing you picked up the final pack and looked Alastor dead in the eye.

"You better be in here deer boy."

'Oh she means business this time angie.' Cherri chuckled leaning onto the spider. 'yeah and this shits hilarious to watch.' Both of their own cards were in front of them. Angel with his holo card and Cherri with the normal one.

"Is that a fucking condom you're holding there?" Husk was leaning down looking at Angel's card while pointing at it. Angel shot him a smug grin while wriggling his eyebrows. 'Yeah, it is. You like what you see here kitty?'

Husk didn't say anything and just knocked Angel away with a flick of his fingers. The corner of his lips turned up seeing how easily he can move angel away now.

'What, hey! What the fuck Husk?!'

"You deserved it."

With your heart pounding, you opened the last pack and pulled out the holo one. Others looked at you eagerly to see your reactions.

"I fucking got Alastor! Let's go!"

You jumped up on your bed from the excitement, surprising everyone.

"Look! Look! Alastor it's you!" You practically shoved the card in front of his face, making him take a step back. Before he could see clearly you took back the card to see it again while fangirling.

"Look at my little boy with all these creepy symbols around him! He's so pretty!" You were so happy that you couldn't care less that the real Alastor was right in front of you. Until Alastor nudged you on your head with his antlers and grabbed the card with his teeth.

"Hey, give it back!" You streached your hand to grab it but he turned around and placed the card on the table before you could do anything. He finally took a good look at his card. 'Hm, not bad.' You finally went to the table and snatched it back.

After you carefully stored the cards, you began preparing dinner while humming. Angel and Cherri was lazily sitting on the counter while looking at you.

'Hey Angel, how come we didn't transform yet? It sucks being in this form..'

'You tell me toots. That snake boy and kitty cat got to transform before I did. Now that's some bullshit right there.'

'There's gotta be some kinda link somewhere right?'

'There have to be! Wait..if we think about it... when they all transformed...they were all with (Y/n) right?'

'Shit, Angie you might be onto somethin'

You gave the guys their food. You had to drag Husk to the dinner table since he was passed out drunk on the couch. You called Pentious from outside as well. Recently he took on a new task. He volunteered to fix the shitty wooden sofa set you had. You were truly grateful for that.

During dinner, Cherri climbed on top of your right shoulder and Angel on left. You paused eating to look at them with confusion.

'We decided that we want to stay as close to (Y/n) we can from now on!' Cherri said making everyone squint their eyes at them.

"Uh, guys...can y'all tell me what they're saying?"

Charlie translated it for you making you even more confused.

"But why?"

'Because we want to!'

Everyone just shook their head thinking this pair was just being their usual chaotic self. But you realised they weren't joking when you went to sleep and they both cuddled up to you, declaring they'll sleep there. Normally you'd think this was cute, however there were two problems.

One, is that, you might move in your sleep and accidentally squish these small creatures. Especially Angel.

Two, they were laying on your chest....

"Angel..Cherri...can I ask why you decided THIS would be a good place to sleep on?"

'What? Ya got nice pair of tit's and they make a nice pillow.'

'Plus Husk slept too did't he?'

Niffty who was sitting beside you translated it making you go blush madly. You quickly shoved them both away and pulled the cover closer to yourself.

"Fuck no. Pervert! I was drunk that time! Either sleep on a pillow next to me or get out of my room!"

At last they both slept next to you after you scolded them for some time. Next two days went the same way. Angel and Cherri were with you everywhere. They even tried to sneak into your shower before you found out and kicked them out. Currently they were both sitting on top of your kitchen counter, munching on nuts and fruits lazily. Husk was making himself a burger currently.

'Nothin's working...where did we go wrong?'

'We definitely missed something. Our plan was bulletproof! We're just missing one key point...'

'We spent the whole last two days with 'er twenty four hours. I think we have seen and know everything about her already! We even know how she almost cried while editing her news'

'Or how she tilts her head when she doesn't understand something?' Cherri piped in.

'or when she sings when she thinks no one was listening.' Angel said laughing. 'Oh her face is priceless when she gets caught. She still sometimes forgets that she lives with a whole bunch of demons now.'

'Have you noticed the BL manga's of her's-'

They continued chatting like this for a while, pointing out small details that you do, things that you like or dislike and laughing amongst themselves.

'Haha...that girl really is something..'

'Yeah, She's completely my type.'

'Ya might want to confess quickly then. Otherwise I might just steal her first ' Angel said winking. Cherri scoffed and bumped him with her tail.

'Hey what gives? I thought you were gay?'

'I am, But who am I to resist a sweet thing like her. She's an exception.'

' You already have Alastor and Husk to fawn over. Leave (Y/n) to me bastard.'

'No can do sweetheart. First come, first serve'

They both looked at each others eyes for a second then burst out laughing. It might seem like they were joking from the front, but they both knew they were seriously attracted to you.

Suddenly they both got engulfed in golden light. Husk stopped in the middle of biting his burger and looked at them wide eyed. Now in place of the spider and the squirrel, there were two humans.

Angel and Cherri looked at each other, wide eyed. Angel opened his mouth first.

"Shit I think I know the key behind transforming!"

A.n: Now I know there are tons of fanarts of human Husk with White skin but I'll always headcannon Husk as a black man, the same colour as his VA. And I'll die on this hill defending that.

Plus it's refreshing to have different veraites of race and colour presented (⁠~⁠‾⁠▿⁠‾⁠)⁠~

Also might go on a little break since some of my important college exams are coming up. Hope ya enjoyed the chapter ~

Tag list: @legostars @glowinthedarkbones1150 @darifes @aria-tempest @rainbowcake1212 @luxylucylou

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mushiewrites · 7 months

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So I had this image, of (cc!s btw) Dream sitting on Punz’s hips, pinning his hands with his knees, and pressing the left side of his face into the carpet. Dream has one of Sylvee's softest make up brushes and is having the time of his life using it all over Punz's ear, jawline and face. Feeling him kick behind him, watching his nose scrunch when he'd target his nose. He'd occasionally grab his jaw and turn him to the other side so they got equal treatment, if Punz managed to shake his head out of Dream's grip he'd let out a surprised and 'offended' gasp and he'd snatch one of his flailing legs, pulling it so when he leaned back it was slightly infront of him, and ruthlessly attacking his knees, both over and under, yelling of his "tortured screams" to put his head back where he had it. And as punishment he'd go back to his ears and add his tickly scalp and make him say things like "Say 'Dream, I want you to tickle my *spot name*" or "Say I'm the best tickler and I'm your favorite, say it nice and loud so Sapnap and Foolish hear you"

hi hello I'm so sorry these asks are taking forever!

but omg.........this concept is Good

firstly okay I think that Punz is super sensitive to soft tks! Especially on his dumb lil face and ears and neck!!! I can picture Dream's huge ass hand just pressing down on Punz's head by his temple with just enough pressure to keep him down, dragging a fluffy makeup brush along Punz's jawline and under his chin and over his cheeks and his cute lil nose ):

and Punz would just be doing these lil giggles, kicking his legs behind dream and switching between telling him off and begging because he can't decide which will influence dream more and the whole time he's praying either is working bc he's not sure how much more he can take from that damn blush brush

but his relief from the makeup brush comes in the form of knee squeezes, which is ten times worse for him, and now he's screaming instead of giggling and dream is laughing with him because his reactions are absolutely ridiculous, and then he's trying to get punz to say all sorts of flustering things that he downright refuses to say

that is, until dream threatens to call sap and foolish for help ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#sleepy anon #asks #thank u for being so patient sleepy #also the whole 'say it loud so sap and foolish can hear you' thing????#holy shit #thats good #thats insane but its GOOD #mushie concepts / hcs

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upsidedownwithsteve · 2 years

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Steve Harrington x fem!reader [1.5K] prompt: "Let me do this for you, please." A little angst, some hurt/comfort with soft Steve, late night drives and promises of something better.

Steve knew, deep down, that if you asked him to pack a bag and run away with you, he’d say yes.

He loved his house, his bed, his parents who were hardly there, the mismatched group of friends who filled the rooms instead and made it home. He loved them all.

Steve just loved you more.

You didn’t ask him to do that though, you couldn’t, you wouldn’t. But when everything got a little too much, when Hawkins cracked back open and creatures roamed the forests and undergrowth, you asked him just one thing.

When the world got too loud, when the nights didn’t seem safe anymore and you hated your empty bed and you hated the dark, you asked the boy to roll into your street, engine idling, headlights off. He’d sit in the front seat of his car, hair mussed from sleep ‘cause the crackle and static of the walkie talkie would only buzz long after everyone was asleep, when the town had gone to bed.

But he’d do anything you asked, always.

So Steve waited in the warmth of the BMW, watching careful as you slipped out of your front door, hands catching the weight of it before it slammed and you tiptoed down the drive, bare feet and avoiding stones and pebbles, pyjama shorts rolled at your hips, a too big shirt that used to belong to the boy hanging from your frame. He felt himself ache just looking at you, chest too tight, brown eyes all soft and when you climbed in the car beside him, you knelt first, knees pressing into the chair and leaning in to kiss him sweet, a silent thank you for your late night pick up.

The clock on the dash told him it was just about to turn three and the skies were inky, navy clouds on a black canvas, the stars and moon hiding behind the shadows because even they knew the terror that lived down below.

There was always a bat in the back seat, tucked behind the driver's side, ready to pull out if needed, if you happened to run into trouble, if the monsters and nightmares followed you. But they never seemed to.

Steve drove you both out of town, past the Hawkins sign, the one that told you both to come back soon! It stung, it hurt and it took away your sleep. ‘Cause there was an ache there that lived in your head, a steady pulse that told you to run, to grab your loved ones and leave because holy shit, monsters were real and they didn’t just live under your bed, they couldn’t be banished with a bedtime story and a goodnight kiss.

Not anymore.

So the boy drove you both along the highway, past the forests, past the wheat fields and the water tower, driving until the dark skies were tinted with pink and peach, tangerine clouds rising from below the earth, turning the front of the car and your faces golden.

Steve tucked a hand between your bare legs as he drove, secure between your thighs and you dropped your fingers on top, winding them with his as if it were the only thing keeping you going. And when Steve looked at you, with your red rimmed eyes and sleepy pout on your lips, he sometimes wondered if that was true. So he let you hold onto him, he drove you away from Hawkins, away from the dark, away from danger until he found the edge of the next city, buildings a little taller, rivers a little bigger, lights a little brighter.

He’d park up on the outskirts, a clifftop somewhere, a pretty little spot where you could watch the sun come up, light from beaming between a clock tower and some high rises. It was busier there, louder already, even though it seemed like the world was still asleep. He realised that you liked the noise, the static buzz of life and traffic and people that weren’t scared to leave their homes after seven o’clock.

So he’d flick on the radio, let a song crackle soft through the speakers until he watched your shoulders relax, until you sunk a little further into your seat and he knew his job was done when you lifted his hand to your face, pressing your lips into his palm in a quiet thank you that Steve never needed.

The first time you’d asked him to do this, you’d gotten yourself upset, words tumbling out over hiccups and soft sighs, tears brimming at your lashes and he’d taken your face in his hands, thumbs smoothing over the apples of your cheeks and quietened you with a kiss.

“Let me do this, please,” he’d whispered and he remembered the relief he’d felt when you gasped and nodded.

You didn’t need it every night, sometimes months would pass without a call, a soft question crackling from the device that he kept near his bed at all times, balancing on the nightstand, switch always flicked to on and he kept his car keys near.

He was never able to say no to you, even if he wanted to. He never did, never could.

There were times he’d hear from you several times in the week, when things were really bad and you couldn’t close your eyes without seeing wide, gaping mouths, rows of teeth and people who weren’t here anymore.

Those were the times he’d see the light from your bedroom from the end of the street, the only bright beacon in a mile radius, the rest of Hawkins blissfully unaware of the girl in her room, quiet tears rolling down her cheeks until the boy she loved the most in the world came to save her.

He always did.

Steve always would.

And he’d stay there with you until the tears stopped, until you didn’t feel like the world was as heavy anymore. Sometimes you were quiet, just asking to hold his hand, his thumb stroking over yours, keeping you warm and grounded with him.

Sometimes you asked for a story, just to hear his voice, and he’d tell you the myths he remembered from Mr. Kennedy’s freshman history class. Steve would regale you with tales of gods and goddesses, creatures that were never real but always defeated, stories about people who carried the weight of the world on their shoulders, kids who flew too close to the sun.

Other times, when you were too pent up, too on edge, Steve would catch you as you clambered over the centre console, hands grabbing at him, thighs spread on top of his and you’d kiss and kiss and kiss him until he’d bruise up your lips, your neck a pretty pattern of lilac and lavender, and it didn’t hurt to close your eyes when you pressed you mouth to his.

The boy would let you rock over him, make a mess of your little pyjama shorts and his sweatpants, tension and frustration spilling out of both of you in the best way. Steve would always guide you through it, hands wide and warm up the sides of your shirt, fingers roaming lazy over your skin, a flick over a nipple, a bite at your shoulder, a groan pressed into your throat, a raspy ‘that’s my fucking girl’ when he made you come.

He’d always drive you home the same way, body like jelly, eyes sleepy and soft and his hand still in yours, not letting go even when he needed to shift gears and it always made you smile so he never, ever stopped.

The sun would be lighting up the town when you returned, no longer bathed in the shadows, no longer dark and holding secrets. The street lights would be flickering off and the sun would paint the new day pink, the smell of fresh dew on the grass, the sound of sprinklers hissing to life in the yards.

Steve would press kiss after kiss onto your lips before he let you leave, affection pressed to your cheeks, your temples, the tip of your nose, the line of your jaw, the corner of your mouth. He’d tell you he loved you, he’d beam bright when you said it back, voice soft and sleepy but so fucking full of adoration for him.

He would always silence you with another kiss if you tried to say thank you. Brushing it away with promises of running away with you one day, when this was all over and everyone was safe. He painted a picture of a pretty house with a big yard, a dog and a swing set, somewhere far away from Hawkins and the memories it held.

And when you called the next night, the nightmare still making your throat raw and your fingers twisting a white hot grip into your sheets and on the walkie talkie, he’d hear you whisper his name and he’d get back into his car to do it all again.

Steve would do it every night, for you.

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darkuselesssomebody · 4 months

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𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪 - dark!basil stitt x dark!reader

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words || 𝟛.𝟟𝕜

summary || in which the reader is a manipulative bitch - and basil snaps because of it

a/n || this is really, really dark lowkey eek!! also i don't know if this is too late (it's still 2023 where i am) but this is my entry for @romana-after-dark's dead dove december event! if you're into dark content, they're an s-tier pedro and oscar writer!

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider

➵ i never watched lightningface so if he's ooc excuse me, also, reader is very manipulative and lowkey a bad person too!!

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd have a request

warnings || smut/dark (dddne)

➵ unwanted creampie and sex

➵ unprotected sex and cunnilingus

➵ spanking and slapping

➵ manipulation

➵ death threats and some pain play-ish stuff

➵ degradation/name calling

“tell me about it, right?” she giggles into the phone, feet propped up as she lays back on her couch, hearing some tinkering in the kitchen, “yeah, sorry about that, jas, that’s just - i’m getting my sink fixed right now.”

in the bathroom, basil hears that, and smiles a little to himself. she sounded appreciative, right? he’s helping make her life easier, which is what matters.

after a few more minutes, he’s done, and he sits back, sighing in relief. he sits back up, coming out and seeing her on the couch. god, is she gorgeous. her body stretches out, allowing a little glimmer of skin as her shirt rides up. she’s got a big grin on her face, talking to her friend, and she wants to just go over and press a sweet kiss to her lips.

“yeah, he was mental, i swear i’m still sore!” she jokes to her friend, and his face falls. ‘he’? who is ‘he’? basil swallows. it must just be a PT or something. yeah, that was it. after managing to convince himself, his smile returns. maybe she’d like a massage?

approaching her with that grin on his face, she looks up at him with an expectant raise of her brow, “just a second, jas.” she takes the phone away from her ear.

“done?” she points to her bathroom.

“yep!” he responds excitably, and she hums - not in appreciation, but in expectancy.

“good. thanks.” but it’s out of habit, “bye, basil” she forces a smile, shooing him off.

to him, it’s a wave, “yeah, see you! wanna - um, i was wondering if you maybe wanted me to order some food for you tonight? maybe we could eat together?” he suggests, and she has to resist a roll of her eyes.

“we’ll see.” she curtly dismisses him, and he nods, leaving and closing the door of her house, returning to his own just across the hall. returning to her phone call, she scoffs, “god, did you hear that?” her voice lowers - the walls are thin, “yeah, jas, he’s that neighbor i told you about. total loser, but he does whatever i want.” she giggles, “he thinks i’m gonna fuck him. whatever, that’s not my problem. can you imagine, he buys me food, he fixes my shit, i get him to vacuum sometimes. like my own little manservant.”

like her little dog.

basil was painfully in love with his neighbor. she was just so sweet, she paid him attention, and sometimes - when she was a little drunk or was sleepy, she’d lay against him, cuddling. the feeling of her thighs against his own, her breath on her chest, or the way her fingers teasingly toyed with the hem of his shirt - right above his cock.

maybe he didn’t have only holy intentions - yeah, maybe he did want to fuck her - but he’d never be greedy for more than what she gave him, not wanting to ruin their relationship.

and it paid off, that one night she had been wine drunk, and had invited him over, asking for only the cheap gift of thai food in return for her priceless company. as they sat back on her couch, watching tv as she ate and drank, there was a point where her hand had wandered - bored by the movie. her head laid on his chest, a leg hooked around his own, especially touchy because it was a cold night - and he was warm. as basil breathed in the smell of her perfume, he could imagine them to be dating or - if he could imagine a small glimmer on her finger - married. he held her around the waist softly, and she hadn’t yet pulled away, much to his joy.

her hand slowly trails over his chest and then his biceps, before sitting up a little, and pulling his head down to his. her lips find his, as she breathes into his mouth. it’s a lazy kiss, purely driven by the alcohol, and her need for warmth and contact.

his eyes widen in shock, but he wouldn’t let this opportunity go to waste, pulling her closer and - while he let her lead the kiss - his fingers go to her hair, pulling it out of her face to kiss her better. she whimpers softly, arms wrapping around his neck, before finally pulling away. she hums in satisfaction, burying her face in his neck.

“goodnight.” she mumbles, promptly falling asleep on top of him. his head reels, but he’s on cloud 9.

“goodnight.” he kisses the top of her head, laying back as he also lets himself fall asleep.

they never spoke about it again.

she didn’t let herself get drunk with him anymore, and he cursed himself as to how to solve the issue. nonetheless, they still spent time together, and he would still do anything for her, but things were different.

but her mind was working differently. annoyingly, that kiss with basil was getting her disgustingly hot and bothered. this wasn’t the plan: she wasn’t planning to ever actually fuck him, lest she lose all the leverage she had been building by teasing him. that’s why she’d been so strict in not touching him for the next few weeks: reducing her temptation.

but it was getting too much. she spent far too much time with her hands between her thighs, thinking of him (but nothing close to how much he’d do the same for her), and she needed an out. but, she also had to make sure basil wouldn’t become confident, and stay out of line.

she had an idea.

she called him over that night. an ordinary thing to occur, but, when he joins her shortly after, his mouth falls open.

she’s in this gorgeous, deeply hued camisole that just does down to her hips, and as his eyes travel lower, the lacy panties she wears makes his breath catch. she has to bite her lip to stop the smirk that threatens to grace it.

“basil.” she murmurs her name, and he snaps out of it, finally looking up at her.

“what… are you doing?” he thickly swallows.

“you don’t like it?” she teases, and he immediately shakes his head fervently.

“no - no - you… you look…” he doesn’t know how to describe it, “beautiful.” perhaps a cliche - but he doesn’t use it in the standard way. she exactly embodies the word. for once, a genuine smile pulls at her lips. it makes her heart warm, and she almost feels bad for what she’s about to do.

almost.

she gestures him forward, and he stumbles due to the speed at which he tries to reach her. finally, once he does, she points to the couch.

“sit.” she orders, and he agrees, getting on the couch, rubbing his hands in anticipation. “you’re not very subtle, basil.” she murmurs, slowly sitting on his lap. his cheeks burn.

“s-sorry?”

“you know how hard it is when you wanna hang out with your good friend, and you know all he’s thinking about is fucking you?” her voice is vicious, and he swallows thickly.

“i’m sorry.” he whispers, looking into her eyes, an evident begging in them. he’s pleading that she’ll forgive him. her fingers go to gently weave through his hair.

“it’s hard… you know?” she says softly, playing the victim to a tee, “i thought that… maybe that’s the only thing you see when you look at me.” she admits - but it’s a complete lie.

“never, oh - oh my god.” the thought makes basil sick. she - she thinks he sees her as an object?! “i swear, i see you as so much more than that - yes, you’re fucking gorgeous, but you’re so much more than just your body!” he assures, but she pretends to already be hurt.

“you’re just saying that, you know i’ll give myself up to you with these sweet words and-” he says her name softly.

“don’t think like that, please, don’t think like that.” he begs, taking her hands, “how - how can i show you how much you mean to me. please, tell me, and i’ll do it.” he’s holding her hands so tenderly, he wants to lavish her in ways she’s never even thought of.

she goes quiet, and he’s dead terrified he’s lost her.

“i want you to forget any insecurity you may ever have, i want to make sure you never lift a finger, i want you to never yearn and to only be satisfied.” his voice is thin - needy. “i want to worship you.”

that’s what she needs to hear.

“you do?” she murmurs.

“i’m begging you to let me show you how much you mean to me.” there it is. she smirks.

“can i… suggest something?” she asks - in faux timidness.

“anything.” he assures her.

“maybe… so i feel the most… assured… if we have sex, can i take charge?” he blinks. it’s not much different than their current relationship, so he immediately agrees.

“of course, of course. that’s totally fine.” he assures, and she smiles.

“alright, good - that’s good. thank you, basil!” she chirps, and his heart warms.

“yeah, of course.”

but that’s when the switch occurs.

“get off the couch.” she orders, and he blinks, a little shocked by her flip from a shy tone to a commanding one, but he complies, standing up.

she takes his place, sitting on the couch, before looking at him expectantly, “on your knees, c’mon.” his cheeks heat, as his brow furrows curiously, falling to his knees. “you said you wanna worship me, right?” she smirks, when he nods, “take off my socks.” she orders, the woolly socks that he knew she wore as she was always cold felt itchy against his fingers, as he pulls them off. she hums happily, and raises a brow when he presses a kiss to each sole, “fuck, i knew you were freaky.”she giggles, letting him kiss her ankles, “how much have you thought about this?” a small whimper escapes his throat.

“a-ages.” he admits, and she smiles.

“okay, stop.” she commands, and he stops his mouthing of her feet, “come closer.” he places her calves over her shoulders, shuffling closer to her - and, as much as he tried to be respectable about it, his eyes fell onto the small breadth of her covered by her underwear. she held his forehead - almost brutishly - to deter him, “behave. did i say you could look at her?” she scolds him, and he bites his lip.

“no, i’m sorry.” smiling, she lets go of his head.

“what should i do with you now?” she whispers, and he looks at her thighs pleadingly.

“can i touch your thighs? can i feel you?” he begs, and she laughs.

“go on.” she assures, as she pets his hair. he really is like her little puppy.

kissing up her thighs, she inhales her scent, brain going into overload.

“oh - oh, please, let me taste you, please!” she begs, and she smirks. he was begging - just as she wanted.

“take my panties off.” she whispers, and he sighs in relief, as if a massive weight has been taken off his shoulders.

"oh - oh, thank you - thank you," he breathes out, inching closer to let his fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, pulling them past her thighs and down, off her ankles.

when she finally spreads her legs, his mouth waters as the pretty prize between them, biting his lip.

"can i taste you?" he wants to confirm it. his body's buzzing, he needs her so bad.

"how bad do you want it?" she goads, and he bites her tongue.

"i don't think i can explain it." he admits, and her cheeks warm. what a compliment.

"yes, you can taste me." lowering his head slowly to her cunt, he spreads her legs, holding onto her thighs that are draped over his shoulders tightly. goosebumps erupt over her flesh at the sensation of his breath on her skin.

"you're wet?" he asks excitedly, unbelieving that he can coax this reaction from her.

"I'm not exactly feeling patient, basil." she warns, and he swallows.

"yeah, okay." he licks up the length of her cunt, and her breath hitches, catching in her throat as she puts her hand over her mouth, gently biting a knuckle to disguise her moan. motivated by the action, he spreads her wider, licking experimentally and quickly, sucking softly and harshly, making sure to keep trying different things until one finally breaks her dam of willpower, and her back arches as she loudly moans into the otherwise empty apartment.

"oh my god-" she cries out, panting as her hand clutches his hair, pulling him closer into her weeping cunt, desperate for his continued ministrations, "use your fingers." she gasps out, and he immediately obliges, bringing a finger to her hole as he sucks at her clit. he slowly pushes it into her, and - per more whimpered instructions from her - he curls his finger inside her, making her thighs squeeze around his head,

"just like that, keep doing just that." she assures, looking at him with the closest thing to love that she feels for him - desperation and satisfaction, because good lord, is she close. but it can't end like this. she needs to make this last longer.

just as she feels herself on the precipice of her climax, she pulls his head away from her cunt - to both her and his chagrin.

"why?" he whines, simultaneously pulling out his fingers, as she struggles to catch her breath. using him to help herself up, she stands, looking down at him.

"get on the couch." she pants, and he does as he asks, "take your shirt off," the instruction continues, and his deft fingers - one still drenched in her slick - quickly unbutton the shirt, pulling it off his broad frame. she bites her lip, bending so that her fingers can reach his fly and jean button, swiftly undoing them.

"i'm gonna fuck you. and you're just gonna take whatever i give to you, understood?" he nods silently as he looks up at her, and she hums in satisfaction and she pulls down his trousers. seeing his eyes all blown out is a crazy power trip, and it all becomes better as she straddles him. palming his hard cock through his boxers, she notices the way he twitches and how his moans gargle in his throat, all while he desperately bucks until her hips. "keep your hands behind your back." she instructs, and he nods, a whimper bubbling up to his tongue. after his hands are securely behind his back, she sighs happily. truly, she could do anything to him now, and he'd just take it. she wanted to know how much he could handle.

she started by fishing out his - inexplicably impressive cock. it was almost comical - how little sex appeal he oozed while hiding this weapon away from the rest of the world.

then, she simply ghosted her fingers over his tip, owning to a few stuttered bucks of his hips. she returned each of those with a scolding smack on any skin she could find - usually, his chest.

she slowly raised to her knees, lining him up with her entrance as she looks down at him, "don't move without permission." she whispers, and a strangled groan releases from him, making her laugh. finally, though, when he agrees, she sinks down on him, moaning out behind her hand as he does the same - though without the muffle and rather unashamedly.

she doesn’t move for a moment, and he waits.

another moment, and he waits.

another, and he’s done. he starts thrusting up, wanting the both of them to chase their pleasure, and her eyes widen, as she slaps his cheek. stunned, his movements immediately stop.

he dared to go against her word?

she hated that he undermined the power she held over him. pulling at his hair, her eyes blow out in anger.

“who the fuck do you think you are?” she hisses, and he winces.

“i’m sorry-” he tries, but she slaps him again.

“you think we’re equals? you can just pull that shit?” he wonders where all this anger is coming from, almost fearful. she doesn’t want to admit that her rage stems from the fact that she liked the sensation of his thrusts - enough to almost just… let him continue, even against her orders. she can’t lose that power she has on him, “you wanna know how little you really fucking matter?” she growls, grabbing her phone, and thrusting it in his face.

still disoriented, he swallows as he looks at what she’s showing him - a chain of texts. about him. they’re from her, to her friends, all mocking and making fun of him.

his heart, quite literally, shatters. he had thought this entire time, that - though they may be little more than friends - she at least liked his company, liked hanging out with him, appreciated him. but now, to read her stating how annoying and clingy he is, how she hated hanging out with him, but accepted it whenever he came with some gift or food, how she had used him, a heartbreak made his blood pump harshly in his ears. but when he glances at her smug smile behind the phone, it’s not just heartbreak. it’s rage.

“is this real?” he whispers, voice so low she can barely hear him.

“aww, poor puppy, thought i was - what? in love with you?” she mocks, knowing he won’t do a thing in retaliation.

that’s where she’s wrong.

trembling in rage, he grabs her phone, throwing it ferociously onto the floor, breaking it immediately. her eyes widen in shock, but before she can shout at him, his hands wrap around her throat, choking her with such a rage - she’s worried he might break her windpipe.

she claws at his hands, as he pulls her off of him, and slams her, face first, into the couch. her eyes well as she feels her nose smash into it, pained to hell as she cries out, trying to clutch it, but it’s of no help, as he’s already sinking back into her tight, wet, and suddenly rejecting cunt. but his pulling cock gets past the resistance bottoming out with a gurgled sigh of satisfaction. his hands go back to her throat, with a softer hold, as he wants to feel her pulse under his fingers. tearfully, she looks back at him in terror.

“basil, what are you-” he slaps her ass so hard, she wonders if his palm took her flesh with it. crying out, she sobs, giving up entirely, as she looks away, still clutching her nose.

“shut the fuck up, bitch.” he hisses harshly, voice and cadence not only deadly - but lethal, as his fingers flex experimentally on her throat. pulling her up so her back is pressed against his chest, and his other hand palms her tits, something he’d been wishing to do so long. but in his fantasies - he’s delicate, not so much anymore, as he roughly tweaks and pinches and grips her nipples.

then again, she’s a different woman than what he’d imagined as well.

this time, he’s not slow in his thrusts, he’s harsh and mean, thrusting in and out of her cunt to the sweet melody of her cries and sobs, muffled by the hand clutching her now bleeding nose. his moans are loud and gruff in her ear, causing an overlord of her senses, and she’s terrified.

“i should fucking kill you.” he hisses, and she whimpers, sobbing harder, “but you’re too good - of - a - fuck!” he punctuates every word with a thrust, but his voice sounds almost sweet and reassuring - only able to be distinguished as a facade due to the undertone of a growl behind every word.

“i’m sorry, please-” she begs, but he slaps her ass again, thrusting deeper, as he hits her cervix with each thrust, making her cry out in pain.

“did i say you could speak?” he hisses. she shakes her head, terrified, and shutting up. he’s getting close. unfortunately, she is too, “calling me a fucking puppy, saying you’re my fucking master - whose cunt’s the one squeezing my cock, huh? who’s the one begging - for - my - mercy?” he growls, once again, thrusting to each word, and she cums around him - a strange mix of the pain on her nose and ass, her restricted ability to breathe, and his sharp, filling thrusts are the perfect mix for her to reach climax, jolting and twitching as her cunt grips his cock, and her core tightens.

he holds her up even as she slumps in exhaustion, pulling her back by her hair to see her face as he tells her,

“i’m gonna cum in you.” he whispers, kissing her cheek tenderly. her eyes widen.

“no - no, please don’t - please, i’m not on birth control-” she begs, but he bites her earlobe to quieten her.

“shut the fuck up. you’re gonna be my cumdump. say that you understand.” he whispers, and she swallows.

“i - wait, please-” he slaps her again, and she squeaks, “yes, yes - i understand! i’ll be your cumdump!” he growls in satisfaction, finally releasing her and letting her fall forward onto the couch, as he grips her hips pulling her ass to him as he cums inside her, moaning loudly in relief.

there’s a few beats of silence, and afterwards, he looks down at her with a snarl. he’s disgusted, and pulls away - not by his actions, but that he hadn’t lived up to his expectations. she was an evil, and he was a vigilante. that - the cum dripping down her thighs, her perhaps broken nose, her whimpers and cries - that was revenge. it was necessary.

after cleaning up and getting ready, he looks back at her. she’s sitting up, curled into herself as she was turned away, crying into her palms.

she looked like a puppy - scolded for bad behaviors. and in many ways, she was.

he sighs in satisfaction.

it was necessary.

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Seeing Red | Ch. 4: A war between us ✍️

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x ex-wife!Reader (Call sign: Red Queen)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: sad Jake, mentions of pizza, sassy reader, and I think that's it?

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Jake's phone slips through his fingers, falling into the passenger seat of his car. He closes his eyes, an unknown feeling settling in the pit of his stomach.

There was only one rule.

Don't see her ever again.

It was the only rule he didn't want to break. And yet, only seven hours set him apart from his wife.

Ex-wife.

A knock on the window startles him. "Jake, you've been parked in front of my house for thirty minutes." Mav says, standing next to Hangman's car, barefoot.

Jake can see the outline of Penny's figure leaning against the main door of the house. "I'm sorry, Mav. I drove here, and then I noticed the time... I didn't want to impose."

"If it were for me, I would send you back home. But my wife loves you, and so do I, so please, come inside. Amelia is heating up some leftovers."

Jake gets out of the car, and watches Maverick walk back to the house. He trails behind, his head low and his heart tense. What's he going to tell them?

Penny pats his back when he reaches the door, a sympathetic smile adorning her sleepy face.

"Sorry."

"Don't need to apologize. Come inside. Pizza is waiting for you."

Jake walks inside, and takes off his jacket, seeing Amelia place a plate of pizza on the wooden table in front of the sofa.

"You're too good to be so young, Ames." He smiles and kisses her cheek as a thank you.

"You're like my brother, Jake. Mom said she should adopt you." She chuckles, sitting next to him and caressing his arm. "Is everything okay?"

He waits until Mav and Penny sit, watching how Mav slides his hand in between Penny's. He plays with her ring, a golden band that he placed there almost a year ago.

"My ex-wife has been offered the team leader position." He mutters, grabbing the slice of pizza and eating it slowly.

"Who's your ex-wife?" Mav asks, a bit shocked by the news.

"Red Queen"

"Holy shit."

"Language." Penny says, looking between the two men. "Who's Red Queen?"

"There's a picture of her in the main hall of the Naval Academy. She excelled in every possible way. It's like... the perfect student."

"And the perfect aviator." Jake adds, leaning back on the sofa. "She never breaks a rule. Never deceives her superiors. Never fails on a mission. Never misses a target. Never leaves anyone behind."

"So she's everything you two will never be." Penny says, earning a glare from the two pilots. "Don't give me that look; I'm just telling the truth!"

"Was she like a robot or something?" Amelia asks, interested in her voice.

"She was the smartest and most kind human you'll ever meet. I remember when we were training once, and she apologized after winning me in a dogfight. She knows she's the best, but she never lets that feeling get to her head."

"So she was a sweetheart." Amelia states, earning a nod from Jake. "Then why the fuck did you divorce her?"

Jake sighs, closing his eyes. "That's a question I can't answer."

"Was she the one that asked for a divorce? That makes so much sense."

"No, Penny. I walked into our house one afternoon, divorce papers in hand. Left them on the counter and turned around, leaving her in the house. I haven't seen her ever since."

There's a silence in the room that almost hurts him. "You mean to tell me," Maverick begins, rising from his seat on the sofa and walking around the room. "That she doesn’t know why you asked for a divorce, but she was so kind to just sign the papers?"

"That's exactly what happened."

Mav smacks the back of Jake's head, shaking his head in disappointment. "You deserve it."

"I deserve more than that, Mav. If only you knew"

"Then tell me, help me understand. Because that look in your eyes tells me you're still so in love with her, you came to my house in the middle of the night hoping that we would listen to your story."

"I've never told anyone. Not even Javy knows. He thinks Red cheated on me or something."

“You let Javy think that she would do such a thing? From what I’ve heard of her, she seemed to be so in love with you that she walked out of the picture to make you happy.” Penny scolds him, and Jake just lets his head hang low, knowing that she’s damn right.

Jake inhales deeply, running his sweaty palms against the fabric of his jeans. He needs someone to know the reason for his actions; he needs to share this with them—this little family that has allowed him to be a part of them, inviting him every weekend to dinner. Amelia, or Ames, as he likes to call her, sees in Jake the role of big brother, a role that he shares with Rooster; somehow both of them share that position. But whenever Amelia needs help, a ride, or just someone to talk to about teenage problems, she calls Jake. She knows that no matter what, he will always be there for her.

They deserve to know about this.

“I’ll tell you what happened”

You walk around the base, looking for Cyclone’s office, with trembling hands. When you got that call, offering a better position than the one you had on an elite squad, you couldn’t say no to that. It would be an important milestone in your career.

But maybe you should have asked a bit more about the job before accepting. Not because of Jake; you couldn’t care less about him. Well, maybe that’s not entirely true.

You just hadn’t thought that you could end up being your ex-husband’s new boss.

“What do we have here?” A familiar voice cajoles behind you. You turn around, a characteristic mustachioed man standing at the end of the desolate hallway.

“Rooster? Oh my gosh, it’s been a whole minute, isn’t it?” You stride in his direction, arms open wide to hug him.

“Let’s not make this a habit, I missed you a lot.” He hugs you tight, almost lifting you from the floor.

“You sure know why I’m here,” you point out, moving back to see his face. It’s been a few years, but he hasn’t changed that much.

“Well, nothing that Mickey hears stays a secret for too long.”

“Who’s Mickey?”

“One of the wizzos. Listen, we filled them in on the whole Jake being a dick agenda, so they’re gonna give you some looks, but they’re very kind and loving people. You know half of them already. Phoenix, Javy, me, He-who-must-not-be-named… There are a few more, such as Yale, Fritz, Harvard, Bob, Fanboy, Payback, Omaha, and Halo.”

“That’s not half of them, did you pass Maths in high school?”

“Shut up. Anyway, if you’re looking for Cyclone, he’s in the briefing room waiting for you.”

You frown. “We were supposed to meet in his office.”

“Yeah but Jake pissed him off again this morning and he wants to torture him.” He says this as he moves his hand behind your back and leads you to the briefing room.

“Cyclone called me to annoy Jake?”

“Yep.” Rooster pops the p, a smirk on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re not happy about it.”

“I have mixed feelings. But it’s gonna be fun.”

You watch as Cyclone introduces you and notice how most of the people in the room look at Jake’s face and how he seems to slide further and further into his seat, as if wanting to disappear from the room.

He hasn’t been able to make eye contact with you, not even when they introduced themselves one by one, as per Cyclone’s request. The Vice Admiral is sure enjoying every second of it.

“And without further ado, I will leave you with your team, Commander. You have permission to practice dogfighting to see their abilities and test the chemistry between them. I want a report at my desk by the end of the day.”

“Yes, sir.”

He leaves the room, all eyes looking in your direction, and you notice Fanboy almost bouncing in his seat.

“You want to say something, Garcia?”

He nods eagerly. “So, first of all, Commander, I think I speak on behalf of all the group when I say that we’re honored to have you here.”

Phoenix scoffs. “You didn’t know who she was.”

“‘Cause I’m not into pilot gossip, okay? Anyway. I heard that you’re one hell of a pilot, and I’m sure we’ll be able to learn a lot from you, Commander.”

“Please, just call me Red. Don’t want to make this awkward. I’ll be flying with all of you, like a member of the team. I’ll just be the one in charge of making y’all come back home. And the one who saves your ass from Cyclone's wrath." you joke, making them all laugh.

“Well, I think one of us is already too far gone to be saved from Cyclone’s fury.” Bob mutters, he’s sitting in the front row, next to Phoenix, and you hear every single word.

“One of us has gone so far that he called me.” you recall, making all of them laugh again, and Jake remains quiet, as if the conversation wasn’t about him.

“Okay, how did you manage to keep him silent for so long?” Payback exclaims, trying not to laugh.

“I don’t know, maybe divorcing him is they key to shut him up”

Fanboy laughs so loudly that he almost falls from his chair. Phoenix stands up and gives you a high-five, while Rooster gives you a thumbs up from his seat. Seems like you’ve already earned your place on the team.

“Everyone go get ready, we’ll be doing some exercises today. Show me the best you got.”

They all nod and leave the room, only Jake stays, looking at you for the first time. It's difficult to be alone in the same room as someone you adored.

“Want something, Hangman?”

“Red, I-”

“It’s Commander for you.” You interrupt him.

He seems to reconsider his words, looking at the floor and taking a deep breath. “Just wanted to know, Commander, if I will be flying with you or with another member, as I’m supposed to be your wingman.”

You nod. “Yeah, that’s true. You’ll be flying with Phoenix and Bob today. I want to see what you can do.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Dismissed, Lieutenant.”

He practically runs out of the room, and you sit for a second, your stupid heart beating fast. You can do this. It’s just another job.

You have Liam now. He will be coming soon with your mom. Everything will be okay.

You don’t need Jake at all.

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lemonflavoreddishsoap · 11 months

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Hello there!! Idk if I have already sent something in, but if I haven’t, I would love to request! May I please have the LS members’ (separate) reactions to a new member with “soulless” or “dead” eyes (basically like the anime eyes that have no shine in them), who always seems rather closed off, but at some point the members do something nice to them, and the reader blushes and their eyes just light up like the brightest stars? Sorry if this request is a lot! If it is you can ignore! But thank you so much! (I loved the housewife s/o HCs you wrote btw, they were lovely!) ❤️❤️

Ghiaccio pfp twinsies...woag- also i like this idea a lot!! this reader sounds absolutely wonderful <33 fair warning I wrote most of these while incredibly sleepy so if they're ooc that's probably why im so sorry-

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La Squadra with a reader who has soulless eyes (that light up when they're happy/flustered)

Formaggio

When he first saw you, he wasn't sure exactly how alive you were.

I mean, those empty eyes and the way you barely talked to anyone definitely had him raising an eyebrow at first.

But he quickly got used to it. Nothing was wrong with responding to a joke with a tiny smile instead of a hearty laugh.

In fact, with enough time, he grows rather comfortable around that blank stare of yours. He gives you your space, but whenever you do talk to him, he's more than happy to get the chance to hear your voice and chat.

One day, before you went out for a mission, Formaggio noticed you nearly forgot to bring something vital. He managed to catch up to you and give you the item before you left, but before he could say anything, he noticed your expression.

The color spread across your cheeks, and your eyes -Oh god, your EYES. It was like someone finally flipped on a light switch in them. They were full of life for once, and the sight had him speechless.

But- shit, right, you had to leave. With an absent-minded nod and pat on the shoulder, he began to walk away.

"No need to thank me," he shouted to you before he was out of sight - and it was true. The look on your face had been thanks enough.

Illuso

Definitely made fun of your empty eyes often. Like Formaggio he probably compares you to a zombie, but he is willing to say it out loud.

He tries to guess what your thinking and feeling all the time if you tend to not show emotion. Like he'd say things like "I bet you're pissed about that too, you just don't wanna show it."

But like. In an annoying way if that makes sense.

I'll be honest I can't think of what kind of nice thing he would do for you. This dude's section has haunted me for days, y'all.

But in the event of him doing nice for you, he notices your expression right away. boy is he surprised by it. and boy is he LOUD about it.

"Holy SHIT! You're actually alive! I managed to break that moody façade of yours?"

You might wanna walk away or hide your face before he calls the rest of the gang over to look.

Afterwards he's weirdly a bit nicer to you? He obviously wants to see your adorable expression again, but his exact intentions are unknown...

Prosciutto

Doesn't care in much of a usual way. If anything I think he would comment on how your hard to read expressions and closed off nature makes you good for the job.

So he never really bothers to think you may be any other way.

The two of you were set to go on a mission together, and he insisted you work on a concrete plan beforehand. It turns out his idea for the plan relies VERY heavily on your abilities/stand.

When you ask about it, he begins to talk about how strong your abilities are, and how perfect you would be for the job, how he has faith that you can pull it all off.

Your heart flutters at his words and with every compliment you feel heat rush to your face.

When he stops talking and notices how your eyes lit up, he's....genuinely unsure what to think.

It was all true, you were strong and the right person for the job, but we all know how he gets when he's working with someone he feels is a bit too vulnerable cough cough pesci

He doesn't worry about it for the time being - it's a one time thing after all - but he keeps an eye out for if it happens again.

Pesci

I think he is used to people thinking he looks strange/creepy, so even it might creep him out a bit, he tries to be nice about your soulless face.

Gives you your space, but this boy is sweet, it won't take long for him to do something that makes the darkness in your eyes fade away.

idk why my first thought for the moment is him baking something new and asking you to try it. You have a taste and quickly nod in approval, it's delicious.

Relieved, Pesci proceeds to let you know he made it because he remembered you mentioning [insert flavor here] was your favorite flavor. Yep, that'll do it.

He's incredibly caught off guard, seeing your eyes twinkle with appreciation - for a second he thinks you're about to cry! He stands there, unsure what to do, until either the interaction ends or you say something to him.

Is so overwhelmed afterwards no matter what happens - was that really the real you? That sweet face was really yours?

Melone

It literally doesn't matter to him - he can see right through your dead look. It's uncanny.

You could be completely stone-faced and he would find some way to be able to tell exactly how you feel about something. He'll tell you his predictions too to see if their right.

I imagine it's one of these moments that actually leads to him seeing that cute expression of yours.

It started with "you found that hilarious, didn't you?"

He was playing his guessing game again, and like every time before, he was right. You didn't even have to answer.

"You know, you're so interesting to read. You have all these little tells for every small thought, and I think you subconsciously change them a bit every time I take notice of them!" He suddenly began explaining to you.

But it didn't stop there, he began to tell you all about how he picked apart your body language, how he noticed changes in your emotions over the entire time he's known you. "You're.... fascinating to watch."

It's not until he finishes talking that you both realize you've been staring at him with a completely uncharacteristically bright look of wonder. Then it's his turn for his face to light up, pointing at the blush on your cheeks.

"So you do like how I watch you! I knew it."

Ghiaccio

"The hell are you giving me that look for!?"

Of COURSE he takes it personally a lot - especially if you're supposed to be listening to his rambling. He isn't exactly thinking straight, so he just thinks your blank stare is some kind of insult.

But beyond that, it's rare he'll get on your ass about it.

Over time, I think he might even find you a reliable person to spew all his ranting at, if you don't complain at him or cause a fuss.

Maybe even at some point, perhaps if you've been getting picked on especially hard by Illuso, he'll ask if you have any ranting to do.

"What!? That prick has got to be getting on your nerves, doesn't that make you- WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GIVING ME THAT FACE FOR!?"

You're gonna have to end up explaining yourself or else he won't stop asking you. When you do, he'll scoff, saying he barely did anything. At least you won't have him blabbing about it to the others, you both know it would get real annoying real quick.

If you specifically ask him to keep it secret, he'll nod, and you swear you see him smile at you.

Risotto

This man also looks pretty damn unapproachable (love him tho <3). He has the least amount of problems with how you are.

Like Prosciutto, he thinks your closed off nature is good for the job. But he never brings up that sometimes he wishes you were a little more open.

One day you return from a mission. It went smoothly. Enough. Okay, you had managed to get the deed done, but you had gotten injured in the process. In order to not endure lecturing from any of your teammates, you quickly dismissed everyone's questions about the mission and looked for things to treat your wound with, hiding it from everyone else.

In the middle of hastily wrapping up the bloody injury, you felt a hand on your shoulder, and soon after you head Risotto's voice. He warned you that you weren't treating the wound carefully enough.

He didn't scold you- a scolding wasn't going to help the sting and the crimson staining your skin. No, he asked if he could take care of the wound for you.

You felt your face heat up as he helped you, but although you were sure he noticed the look on your face, he made no mention of it. Just tended to your wound, and told you to tell him about any issues with a mission next time.

Afterwards you two agreed you would give him specifics later. You thanked him and that was that.

Walking away from you, Risotto replayed your expression in his mind....how cute.

#i am being serious about the illuso bit btw.#main reason this request took me so much longer than I had hoped #it was driving me insane. i was seeing him everywhere. if i have to write for him again ill go insane /j #im fine im fine keep sending in requests including illuso as much as you like #just be aware i may get haunted for several days /j #also i wrote several of those at like 11 pm gahh #the grind...never stops...zzz...#formaggio x reader #illuso x reader #prosciutto x reader #pesci x reader #melone x reader #ghiaccio x reader #risotto x reader #jjba x reader #la squadra #la squadra x reader

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buckybarnesb-tch · 11 months

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The Art Nerd

Modern!Highschool Klaus M. Pt 2

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She trashed the bloody paper towels and he quickly grabbed his bag from his locker before leading her out to the parking lot where his car was. His mother had gotten it for him for his 16th birthday as she had for all of his siblings and while it wasn't much it got him out of the house. 'What time will your parents kick me out?' He considered that, never having needed to know before but Elijah and Finn had plenty of girls stay over.

'They shouldn't. Elijah and Finn have had girls stay over tons of times,mom doesn't really care as long as we...never mind.' His face caught fire once again and she just grinned at him.

'As long as her sons use protection?' He nodded, pulling out of the school parking lot. 'No need to worry about that, I'm on the pill.' Klaus instantly tried to think of anything he possibly could to stop his cock which was instantly hardening. 'You know I'm teasing you, right?'

'Yes-Yeah-yes...what do you want to eat?' His voice cracked as he asked her this and she smiled.

'Well, how about I stay the night? It's Friday, we can grab some snacks and soda, and have a movie night. It's been a while since I have been able to just hang out with someone without the pressure of James. Feel free to say 'no' of course, I don't just want to invite myself and-'

'No!' She looked startled by this and he instantly realized his mistake. 'I mean 'yes'! Yes I would love for you to stay...it honestly sounds like fun.' They stopped at a grocery store and grabbed soda and a ton of snacks before going back to Klaus', deciding to just order some dinner.

'Wow. This place is really cool.' Y/n commented as she got inside and he immediately ushered her down the stairs to avoid his family. 'Woah!' She instantly began looking at all of the canvases and framed sketches that were hung everywhere. 'Klaus! You're even better than I thought, holy shit!' She was looking at a painting of the pond they have out back, he had done it while the flowers on the lily pads were blooming and it looked perfect. He wanted her to keep looking and complimenting his work but she was getting dangerously close to one he definitely didn't want her to see.

'Thank you, let's pick some movies to watch, hmm? We can decide what we want for dinner.' He was ushering her to the other side of the room where the couch was but she just smiled, continuing to look, seeing a canvas on the easel and moving around it to look. 'No! Please don't-'

'Woah.' He sighed, sitting on his bed and knowing his chance to even be her friend was over, she was going to find him painting her to be so creepy she would probably call the cops.

'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-'

'Is this how you see me?' He was immediately confused. 'You make me look so beautiful.' She was shocked and he couldn't figure out why.

'You are beautiful...how else would I paint you?' Her cheeks were red as she walked back over to him, kissing his cheek before continuing over to the couch.

'How about some burgers? Cheese burgers sound great!' He grinned, practically vibrating with joy as he jumped up and moved to sit beside her on the couch, turning on the TV. Her lips were so soft, he could only imagine what they feel like wrapped around his-NO! Stop! If he didn't stop his thoughts he would end up jerking off in the bathroom all night.

'Burgers sound good to me. Movies?' They both spent a little while getting a good selection, deciding each other needs to watch certain movies they've neglected, Y/n forcing Klaus to watch The Breakfast Club and Klaus deciding Y/n needed to watch Sleepy Hollow. They watched hers first and when they got to Klaus' pick she ordered dinner, Klaus running up to get the door and paying for dinner, which he insisted he would pay for completely despite her arguing, only to run into Rebekah.

'You didn't offer to get me anything? Jerk! Why do you have so much food?' She wondered and he rolled his eyes.

'Y/n is here, we're gonna watch movies and hang out for the night. I'll get you something next time, I promise.' With that he shut the door behind him and walked back down the stairs, grabbing 2 sodas that he had put into his mini fridge before she started the movie.

Klaus found that he genuinely enjoyed her company and even if he never had a shot with her, he wanted to continue to be her friend and he thought she felt the same. That may be ruined however, if his mother coming down the steps has anything to say about it.

'Niklaus. Why did Rebekah have to tell me you had a girl over?' He went wide eyed and so did Y/n's.

'I'm sorry, I didn't even think to tell you...mom, this is Y/n. We were going to have a movie night.' He begged with his eyes as much as he could for her to leave and not embarrass him but the Gods were not on his side.

'Hello Mrs. Mikaelson, I'm Y/n. I'm sorry, I thought you knew I was here. It's a pleasure to meet you.' She jumped up and shook his mothers hand politely and he knew his mother loved her instantly, both Elijah's girlfriend Katherine and Finn's girlfriend Sage having absolutely no manners.

'Hello dear. It's nice to meet you too, Niklaus doesn't have friends over so he's never had to ask. I'll let it slide this once. Of course you're welcome here though. If you need anything you just let me know. Niklaus?' She gestured him over and stood at the bottom of the stairs. 'You'll tell me from now on-'

'I promise, just please go? She's just a friend mom, I swear.' She didn't look like she believed him. 'She's so far out of my league it's not funny.'

'But you like her?'

'I-mom, please just go?' She nodded, handing him something quickly.

'Just in case. You two have fun now, it was lovely to meet you Y/n!'

'It was a pleasure to meet you too, ma'am.' As his mother left he looked down and saw she had handed him a box of condoms and he jumped to hide them in his dresser. 'I like your mom. It's nice that she's aware and accepting enough to give you a box of condoms.' Klaus slammed the drawer shut, looking at her quickly. 'That's what it was, right?' She was looking at him expectantly and he didn't want to lie about it.

'Yes, she raised Elijah and Finn, and she's currently raising Kol, it's necessary unfortunately.' She just nodded as if she completely understood and he was grateful as he sat back down, getting under the blanket that was covering them.

'Do you really think I'm that special?' She asked suddenly and he didn't know how to respond. 'I mean, to tell your mother you think you're out of my league sounds insane to me. You're like, the smartest guy I've ever met, and you're incredibly talented on top of that! What league do you think you're out of because compared to you, I'm very boring.'

'You're kidding.' She shook her head. 'You're gorgeous!' She shrugged at that.

'At best I'm an 8, though I believe I'm average.'

'You're kind to everyone around you no matter who it is-'

'That's basic human decency and I'm sorry you haven't been shown it before.' He didn't like that she was talking down all her good qualities.

'You smell like what I think heaven must smell like-'

'I'll tell you the soap I use along with my perfume.'

'Would you stop that?! You-you make my heart stop every single time you look at me Y/n, I-'

'Nik. That's a very serious medical condition, I'm going to need you to see a cardiologist as soon as possible.' She was pissing him off and she knew it and before he knew it he was grabbing her and pulling her close, pressing his lips to hers hard. Her lips were just as soft as he imagined they would be as he molded his lips to hers, holding her face in his hands before he realized what he was doing, pulling back quickly.

'Oh god! I'm sorry! Y/n, I'm so-' he was cut off by her moving to kiss him again and he just relaxed into it now until she pushed forward and climbed into his lap, now straddling him and allowing him to feel the heat of her crotch right against his cock. 'Y/n! Stop!' She pulled away, shocked that he had yelled at her. 'You're upset about James, I'm sorry but I don't want to hurt you by-'

'James is infuriating! He's stupid and boorish and a bully! I was going to dump him next month after Valentine's Day...say what you want, a girl doesn't want to be alone for that but screw him!' He was confused and not quite sure what to do.

'You said you wanted to stay over because it would be nice to not have you be expected to do anything-'

'You expect nothing. You're so sweet Nik, I love that about you...I'm actually attracted to smart guys but most smart guys don't want dumb girls so I settled for James. It was nice for a while I guess but I'm relieved it's over...look, if you don't want this we can just watch movies, we don't have to-' he pulled her back to him and kissed her again, groaning into her mouth as she ground down against his crotch. His hands were on her hips which he was squeezing tightly, his thumbs teasing her skin just under her shirt but never pushing farther, not until she grabbed his hands and placed them on her chest, moaning as he squeezed his hands as he's dreamt of 500 times by now. At that moment she pulled back, lifting her shirt over her head and allowing Klaus to see her red bra hiding her breasts from him and he wanted to rip it off desperately. 'Go ahead.'

His head snapped up and he saw her smiling at him, his cock was throbbing at this point and he was desperate to cum but he pushed the feeling away as hard as he could, reaching up and finding the latch on the bra, fumbling for just a moment before pulling it down her arms and revealing her chest to him. 'Holy shit!' She pulled him back in to kiss her again and he rolled her nipples between his fingers, though she seemed to have other plans. She pulled back from the kiss and guided his head down towards her chest where he happily accepted her nipple into his mouth, hand caressing the other one as he sucked on her tit roughly, eventually switching and loving her little moans. She squealed as he pulled at the bud between his teeth gently, all the while she was pulling at his hair. As she pulled particularly hard his hips flew up, thrusting against her and he gasped, arm wrapping around her waist tightly and holding her to him as he did it again.

'Fuck! God Nik!' She reached out, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it aside, his chest now pressing to her breasts as she connected their lips again, his hips grinding against hers.

'Is that good for you, love?' He asked, ensuring he wasn't just doing something that wasn't bringing her any sort of pleasure. He may not be an expert at this but he did want to make her feel good enough that she would want to do it again. As soon as he had said it she moaned like a whore, and since he hadn't just thrust against her he assumed it was the nickname she had said she loves. 'You liked that? What is it that gets you off, hmm? Angel? Princess? Babygirl?' Her fingers tightening in his hair as she choked on a groan. 'There we are. Are you Daddy's little Babygirl?'

'Yes! Yes Daddy!' His cock twitched in his pants and he was half convinced for a moment that he had cum all over himself. She was now grinding down onto him and the heat of her pussy even through all of their clothes, was driving him crazy.

'Such a good girl!' Y/n moaned, head falling into his neck and biting onto his shoulder as she continued grinding on him. 'Can Daddy take these off? Is that okay.' She nodded, whining as he flipped them over so she was laying out on the couch, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down her legs, followed by his own. Klaus lifted her legs and spread them enough that he could get between them, pulling the blanket up over them so that she wouldn't feel cold. 'So sweet, making those sounds for me, aren't you? Daddy's sweet little Princess.'

'You feel so good Daddy! Please?'

'Please what Babygirl?' She whimpered, lifting her hips to grind against his but he pulled back, denying her any friction as the sounds he was causing her to make gave him a level of confidence he had never experienced. 'Tell me what you want pretty girl.'

'Daddy! Fuck me Daddy! Please?!' Nik growled, pulling her panties down her legs and throwing them god knows where, before yanking off his own boxer briefs. 'Holy fuck!' He froze, not knowing what he had done wrong but when he looked to her face he just saw her staring down at his cock.

'What? What's wrong?' He asked, instantly insecure but she just stared. 'Y/n!'

'I've never actually seen a cock as thick as yours! Fuck! I am definitely sucking your cock later.' He thought he could cum untouched if she kept talking. The idea that he was in any way better than the guy that had abused him for years, as well as that you wanted more than just this one time fuck could've made him howl with joy but he held it in, instead lining himself up with your entrance and feeling your wet pussy pressed against his cock for the first time, making his eyes roll back as he tried as hard as he could not to cum. Klaus pushed his way into you, seeing discomfort on your face and stopping.

'Are you alright gorgeous, I can-'

'Don't you dare stop!' His eyes widened but he did as she said, continuing to push forward until he was completely filling her where he froze. 'It's okay...move-'

'Give me a second, I...I've never done this, it's-' his face was red as possible in his embarrassment but she took his cheeks in her hands and forced him to look up.

'It's okay Nik, that's all you had to say. Take your time, we'll go slow.' He groaned just as she moved her hand and fixed his glasses that were askew on his face at this point. Something about her doing that turned him on even more, just being accepted by her in every way and not even caring that he had no experience at all.

'God, you're fucking perfect.' He breathed, pulling his hips back before pushing back into her body, his cock feeling like it was in the most delicious vice grip that's ever existed.

'I'm not-' he cut her off, hand around her throat and gently applying pressure.

'Don't. I say you're perfect Babygirl, so you're perfect...got it?' She nodded quickly, whining as he thrust up into her hard this time.

'Yes Daddy.'

'Oh Fuck!' He thrust up again now holding onto your thighs that wrapped around his waist, continuing to do that and not really going fast, just creating a good rhythm that didn't make him want to cum embarrassingly fast. 'So tight, such a good girl squeezing Daddy so good, you know that? My good girl.'

She whimpered. Whimpered for him. 'Stretch me out so good Daddy! Your cock feels so good! Fuck!'

'Yeah? You like Daddy's cock stretching this cute little pussy? So god damn soft and sweet for me...'

'Yes Daddy! You feel perfect! My Daddy loves knowing his cock is the best I've had, don't you?' His hands grip on your thighs tightened and you could feel the bruises forming as he lifted you up and sat back on his knees, supporting both your weight on him now as he thrust up into you. 'Holy Shit! My Daddy's strong too! Fuck! Gonna cum Daddy! Gonna cum!'

'Cum all over my cock, Babygirl. Let Daddy feel you squeezing me so tight.' He continued his pace until he felt her squeeze down hard on his cock the same time her grip got infinitely tighter. 'Oh shit! Oh shit, fuck!' She was squeezing him like a pulse, over and over again, tight but gentle and soft and perfect. It was unlike anything he could have imagined no matter how many times he jerked off, he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried. Thrusting as deeply into her as he could he filled her up as much as possible, holding her body to him so tightly and refusing to let her go, eventually collapsing with her on his chest and pulling the blanket up over the both of them. Once he had finally calmed down enough he felt her nuzzling into his neck and kissing him there.

'You have a cute little freckle here.' He could hear how sleepy she was and he pet her hair, allowing her to begin to drift off before suddenly remembering something important, turning his head to look at the dresser. 'I'm on the pill, remember? It's okay.' He relaxed as she told him that, holding her to him and lifting her against him making her groan.

'Calm down Princess, bed time.' He pulled out of her and laid her body down in his bed, cleaning her off quickly and tracing his fingers over the bruises on her thighs.

'Feels nice Daddy.'

'Good, I'm glad...Daddy always wants you covered in my marks.' He teased, cleaning himself off and sliding a pair of boxers onto them both before crawling into the bed, not passing up the chance to be able to feel her breasts pressed against his skin all night. 'Sleep Y/n, my precious girl. Daddy's here.' He wrapped them up tightly and drifted off with his dream girl exactly where he always wanted her.

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 2 months

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Hello could you do more fics about ballister head injury?(love your worke❤️)

THIS RESPAWNED IN MY DRAFTS HOLY SHIT

I'm so glad you love my work thank you so much for this ask 🩷 sorry it took so long but as I had said in another post, my Tumblr ate it for breakfast and it was disappeared from my askbox and drafts. But it reappeared!!! Please enjoy your very late drabble request <3

Cw: seizures, brain injury

Ballister leaned against Ambrosius, closing his eyes. “You sleepy, Bal?”

“Mhm.” Ballister rubbed his eyes. “I couldn't get to sleep last night. Kept having headaches and weird dreams.”

“That's no good, babe. Try to take it easy today. Do you think it's your head?”

“He just said it was his head, duh.” Nimona cut in. She'd been back for the past couple months, and she and Ambrosius were still getting used to each other. Ballister chuckled. “It's probably fine.” Ambrosius made a worried face.

Eight months ago, when Ballister was on the run, he'd suffered considerable head trauma, several times, one after another after another. The whole thing left Ballister with considerable brain damage in the frontal and temporal lobes especially. It was especially significant in the first few weeks after everything happened, when he was often unsteady on his feet, spoke with slurred speech, struggled with short term memory, understanding rapid or unclear speech, and extreme emotional outbursts where he would be extremely afraid, sad, angry, or happy without apparent cause. He'd also started having seizures at that time. Ambrosius learned to deal with them, but he always hoped each one would be Ballister's last. The doctor said they'd stop eventually, but they never knew when eventually would come.

Thankfully, since then, his brain had healed tremendously. Still, Ambrosius couldn't help but worry when Ballister had anything going on with his head.

“Alright, well, just be careful, okay? Don't strain yourself.” He kissed Ballister's cheek.

Nimona cackled. “Come on, Nemesis. I don't think the boss is gonna let some dumb headache slow him down! He's not made of glass, you know. He's ten percent solid steel and a hundred percent badass!”

“My arm makes up five percent of my weight, Nimona, also it's made of titanium.” Ballister smiled at her.

“See? Even cooler.” She returned to what she was doing and Ambrosius sighed. Maybe he was being a little overly anxious.

But as the day went on, Ballister seemed off. Foggy, distracted, a little bit uncharacteristically emotional or snippy sometimes. Even Nimona noticed, Ambrosius could see the puzzlement in her face even if she said nothing. It all came to a head later that day, they were at a park and they were noticed by members of the public, who started their usual barrage, asking frankly triggering questions and requesting photographs and signatures.

Ambrosius was used to all that, but while Ballister was somewhat accustomed to it, it always stressed him out. Ambrosius managed to fish his lover and Nimona away from the paparazzi and back to the safety of their vehicle.

“You guys alright?” Ambrosius started it up, flying through the airways. Ballister didn't answer, he glanced over. “Bal?”

His lover looked distant, blinking fast, looking around in a haze. “Do you, lemon?”

“What?” Oh shit. “Nimona, take his arm off!” Ambrosius began landing the vehicle in a safe place.

“What?” She looked quizzically from the backseat.

“Now! He's having a seizure, the prosthetic is wired to his nerves and muscle, the electrical signals can make it go nuts!”

Ballister knew a seizure was coming when he tasted lemon out of nowhere. They needed to get it together quickly, he was already having trouble speaking.

Quickly Nimona reached forward and disconnected the arm, and not a moment too soon. Ballister’s face twisted and his head began to jerk, along with his right leg, a rhythmic back and forth motion. Once Ambrosius was safely parked, he grabbed the blanket from the back seat and cushioned Ballister's head, and started a timer on his phone. A car was not the ideal place for this to happen, he wasn't completely sure of the protocol. Ballister was at least buckled, so he couldn't collapse into the dashboard. “It's okay, Bal.” He whispered softly. Everything will be okay.”

Nimona's eyes were wide with terror. After sixty-two seconds, Ballister went still, his eyes blearily gazing in front of him, foggy. Ambrosius stroked his hair. “It's over, love. It's over. You're okay.”

Nimona swallowed. “What happened to him?”

Ambrosius exited the vehicle and came around to open Ballister's door so he could more closely check up on him. He unbuckled him and helped him out of the car, supporting most of his weight. “Nimona, let me lay him in the back, he needs to lay on his side.”

Nimona moved out of the way. “What happened to him?”

Once Ballister was laid safely in a recovery position, Ambrosius sat beside the car and stroked his hair. “He had a seizure.”

“A seizure? I thought you had to be born with those. I've never seen him do this before.”

“He hit his head, a lot, after–” Ambrosius swallowed. “After what I did to him. It all added up, and left enough damage that this happens sometimes. Eventually it's supposed to go away, but we have no idea when. He's okay, he just won't be able to talk for a few minutes. Will you sit back here with him? Just make sure he's breathing okay, and try to comfort him while I drive home. Sometimes he gets a little emotional. You can give his arm back, too.” He swallowed. He wanted to comfort Ballister, but he needed to get them home safely. Ballister could recover better at home.

Nimona didn't seem to know what to do, but for once, she didn't argue. Ambrosius drove home hearing her speak softer than he ever had, in a reassuring voice.

When they got home, they managed to assist Ballister inside. He could now understand speech and get out a word here and there, but he was mostly disoriented and exhausted. Once Ambrosius checked that his breathing was normal, and he didn't have any severe bites in his mouth, he tucked him into their bed and let him rest, setting a timer to wake him up and check on him.

Nimona looked gaunt, she paced the living room.

“Aren't you a thousand years old? I thought you'd be used to things like seizures. This wasn't a bad one, thankfully. He's okay, you don't have to worry.” Ambrosius was a hypocrite. He was extremely worried.

She shook her head. “Not that, I mean, I've seen them before, they're normal, I've known thousands of people– but I didn't realize— I didn't realize someone could hurt their head so easily.” She whispered.

“What do you mean?”

She swallowed. “He got hit in the face with a rock when the Institute blew up. And I dragged him home. And I didn't even try to make sure he didn't hit his head! He was getting smacked into curbs left and right and– and I thought it was funny!” She rubbed her face. “I haven't been close with a human in so long, I forgot how fragile they were, how even something like that– it's partially my fault, don't you get it? I was careless and he hit his head and now he's suffering because of me.”

Ambrosius swallowed. Ballister told him about how Nimona said he'd hit his head on the curb when she took him home, and yes, it had contributed to several in a series of head injuries. He sat on the couch. “Nimona, it's not your fault. I knew about that. The doctor said the concussions hadn't helped, but most of the damage was from the debris, from Todd beating him up, and from when he fell through the stadium floor. It's just– how it is.”

Nimona sat on the couch beside him and sniffed. “You don't understand. I forgot how easily humans can be hurt. How easily they can die.”

“Oh…” Ambrosius looked down. “Well, for what it's worth, I don't think he'd be here at all if it wasn't for you. Humans are weak, but Ballister is strong. He's kind, resilient, and forgiving– I know that better than anyone. He's gonna be fine. Don't beat yourself up.”

Nimona sniffed and smiled at him. “Thanks, nemesis.”

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