#i mean we all saw how dick acted when she tried to tell him about her sister being at wayne manor | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sagexsenorita · 2 years

Note

klitz x dom gn reader( afab) where its like klitz thinks hes gonna top and reader turns the tables and ends up topping klitz. Tieing him down and riding him👁👁

Follow The Rules

Klitz x Reader // Klitz x gn!reader

This is a smut one shot based off the character Klitz from the movie Girl Next Door

Warnings: SMUT, bdsm, tying someone down, masturbation, handjob, fluff

Word Count: 3k

My Masterlist

Smut Below Keep Reading

Eli and Matt had been over at Klitz house for the past hour, arguing over what he should wear for the upcoming movie date. Klitz was sitting on the bed, daydreaming of your gorgeous body and perfect ass, he had seen you naked once before and he intended on doing it again tonight. He was going to make sure you always remembered this night.

What makes you think he’s gonna get laid if you put him in a striped shirt!

But then again, he never had a lot of luck.

As he tried on every one of the stupid outfits his friends shoved at him he started to worry that his idea how this was going to go wasn’t exat;y right. I mean he’d seen porn before, usually the girl just lays on her back, moans really loud for like half an hour and then you’re done. He knew what to do and he wasn’t completely worthless in the dick department. It’s just that you were so… you. Everytime Klitz was around you it's like he wasn’t in control of himself. He said the stupidest things, acted like a moron, and constantly tripped over his own feet. Your looks were one thing, he had to stop himself from staring at you for too long, but what really made him weak was your demeanor. Whenever you teased him, made him blush, or even got close to him Klitz felt like he was going to faint.

But tonight he wasn’t going to do that. Tonight he was going to show you how good he could make you feel. You did have a more serious sense of self but most people just layed back and let the guy do the work, he figured if things went right you would somewhat enjoy what went on. Maybe over time it won’t be so awkward. Klitz realized he was getting ahead of himself and checked the clock.

Ok guys time for you to leave

We haven't found your outfit yet?

You’re never going to find my outfit might as well give up now

Matt was eager to get going, he had the guarantee of sex tonight, he didn’t have to worry about a thing. Eli on the other hand had never passed up the opportunity to talk about sex.

We should spray some cologne on your dick

Eli, she's gonna be here soon. Please leave my house

Fine, but don't come crying to me when you're still a virgin 2 hours from now

Klitz rolled his eyes, he knew Eli was right but he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

As Eli made his way out the house Klitz put his outfit together; jeans, a brown sweater, and yeah that's it. Putting an outfit together isn’t hard his friends are just stupid. Once he was finished folding and putting back all the clothes Eli yanked from his cabinets, he heard the doorbell ring.

As always he felt his stomach flutter and his heart sink, it's not that he wasn’t happy you were here. He just knew there was a chance he was about to enormously mess things up. When you said yes to this date he thought you were messing with him, that you must've thought he was messing with you. But you’re here now and everything has to go perfectly because you are everything he could ever want.

As soon as Klitz opened the door he was greeted with your bright smile, some of his nervousness wentz away but it came right back as soon as he saw what you were wearing. Your shortest shorts and his sweatshirt, his college sweatshirt that he left at your place a bit ago. You said you’d give it back, but this is much better.

Wow (Y/N) you look amazing

You smiled back at him, your smile got a little small out of shyness but you quickly snapped back to your regular self

Can I come in?

Oh yeah of course, my room is this way

Klitz led you up to his room, you could tell he was nervous, it was really cute actually. When you both finally got settled on his bed the tension in the room was high. He had only left the closet light on, he was planning to turn the tv on but you were talking about your day and Klitz just couldn’t stop losing focus. He was staring at your lips for a while before he realized you had noticed a while ago. Now you were both quiet, he was nervous but you weren’t, this is what you had wanted for so long.

As you thought of something to say you lifted your hand from your lap and placed it on his thigh.

Has someone ever touched you like this before?

His heart felt like it was going to leap out of his chest, he couldn’t begin to imagine where this was going. His mind was blank and his voice was gone.

Your hand rested on his leg, your thumb slowly rubbing his inner thigh. Klitz quietly gasps, his glasses fall down his nose.

Do you like it when I touch you?

Yes

Klitz barely recognized his own voice, he was quick with his response, he said it without having to think. You could tell. Goosebumps erupted across his arms and under his legs, he shivered as your touch traveled from his thigh to his clothed cock, lightly touching, just enough to drive him insane.

Please (Y/N) I need to touch you

You smirked to yourself before you started to plant wet, warm kisses on his neck before you seductively whispered in his ear

Well, baby, that’s not going to happen

Klitz was fighting to keep his moans to himself but he was quickly losing that battle.

Why can’t I touch you?

As you pulled yourself away from him and sat on your knees on the bed you contemplated your next move. He looked so perfect, his hair was already a mess, at some point he unbuttoned his pants. He looks so desperate for anything, he wasn’t expecting this but it was all he wanted now. He was still sitting against the headboard, his eyes haven't left you once, he’d never felt so needy in his life. You were going to give him what you knew he wanted, what you’ve wanted for a while.

Because I make the rules, do you understand that?

Your stare felt like it was piercing his skin, your hand that was resting on his leg squeezed him tighter and he nearly felt his soul leave his body

Yes

Klitz croaked out his answer, his heart beat grew quicker in his chest and his legs were trembling in your grasp.

Are you gonna be a good boy and do as I say?

Yes

All the lights in his room were off except the closet one, it was behind you, so all he could see was your silhouette. He didn’t know if it was scaring him or turning him on, he could feel your eyes taking all of him in. Klitz almost wanted to cover his face, your attention, your touch, and your power over him was too much. But before he could finish his thought both of your hands were gripping the backs of his knees pulling him closer to you. His back left the headboard and met the soft mattress, he was looking up at the ceiling by the time he realized what happened. His shirt had ridden up his stomach a bit in the shuffle, his happy trail made a small appearance which nearly made you lose all self control. In the moment all you could think about was how perfect he looked sprawled out in front of you. His eyes were wide and expressive, begging you to fuck him without even saying anything.

Fuck baby you look so perfect like this, I can’t wait to make you feel good

Just as you were starting to get lost in the beauty of his submissiveness you felt his touch against your thigh. It was light and cautious, he knew this would rile you up, that’s everything he wanted, or so he thought.

You quickly grabbed his hand and squeezed it, your eyes found his and Klitz immediately felt his stomach sink. He should’ve just been patient. His cock throbbed as he anticipated your next move.

I was really hoping you’d be good for me baby. I was gonna give you everything you wanted

Klitz looked devastated, you mimicked his pout before turning your stare cold again.

Stay here, don’t move

You finally let go of his hand, it was red and sore but not as much as his cock was. Klitz was panting like he had just finished a mile, the tent in his pants was growing bigger by the minute. He had barely enough energy to look up and see you walking back towards the bed with his silk ties in your hand.

Wh-what are you doing?

I’m making sure you follow the rules from now on, you’re obviously too stupid when you’re this horny to listen to me.

You took notice of how much bigger his bulge had gotten since he saw the ties. He was speechless as you took the end of the tie and started tying it around the pole of the headboard.

Y/N i’m sorry for not listening to you i promise I won’t touch you until you say

The look in your eyes and the smirk on your lips made him nervous.

Baby you’re not gonna touch me at all, now take your clothes off

You watched intensely as Klitz shyly took off his sweater and kicked his pants away from his legs, with the light of the closet far away from both of you it was hard to see exactly what his face looked like but even now you could tell he was blushing fiercely under your gaze.

He gave you his left hand slowly, he really should’ve been patient.

Small quiet whimpers left his lips as you made your way around the bed, tying his next arm to the headboard was easier. Klitz gave his hand to you without hesitation, he was desperate and it showed.

You thought about tying down his feet as well but it was his first time so you decided against it. For so long you had been observing Klitz, noticing how much he blushed you when you touched or teased him. Your compliments made him melt and you noticed every time. You had fantasized about this for so long. If he didn’t notice your advances you would’ve quickly been discouraged but Klitz was more than happy to have your hands on him.

Once he was fully tied to the bed you finally turned your stare to his face, air puffed from his nose, he was anxious to get started and your attention on him was enough to get a reaction. He kept his big hands in fists that were squeezing nothing but air and his sweaty palms. Klitz felt frustrated, embarrassed, and euphoric all at once. He wanted your hands on him but he knew that he couldn’t do anything to speed up the process, and he really thought that he was going to take control? How was it that you knew more about him than he did? You had a hold over him that he couldn’t explain, not even to himself.

Your soft gentle touch met his face as you leaned down closer to him. You brushed hair from his eyes, his forehead was perspiring and his glasses started to get fogged up from his heavy breaths. His breathing started to slow and his eyes met yours.

(Y/N) please touch me, I need you right now, please. I’ll be good I promise just please please fuck me.

His cock was throbbing painfully in his jeans by the time he finished his humiliating begging session, the embarrassment of his words was not leaving his mind.

The smile on your face was promising at least.

You’ll get what you want baby, but you better keep that promise.

He quickly nodded his head.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs before pulling down his jeans and boxers. Immediately his cock sprung up with precum leaking all over himself.

Fuck Klitz where have you been hiding this?

Klitz starts to stutter out an incoherent answer. You playfully rolled your eyes and suddenly took his cock into your warm grasp. His small whines and gasps filled the room, he tugged but the ties but they didn’t break as easily as he thought they would. You slowly stroked his cock from the base to the tip, you gathered saliva on your tongue and spit right on his head. Klitz moaned out loud and his hips twitched, your thumb swiped over his head spreading the spit all over cock. You started to stroke just a bit faster, you were planning on teasing him until he was almost crying but he looked so fucking amazing like this, his stomach was heaving up and down as you squeezed his thick cock tighter in your grasp. He could swear he was seeing stars up until your hand left his cock. Now your tits were in his line of view and the cold air of the room made him wince.

Holy fuck (Y/N) that was so amazing

His cock was harder than ever now, precum and spit covered his entire length and it was throbbing so painfully Klitz wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last.

Klitz glanced up to see you sitting back on your heels, making a mess of yourself with your own wetness. His cock oozed more cum at the sight of you touching yourself in front of him, once again he tugged at the silk without realizing he was still tied down. He flopped back down onto the mattress in frustration, which quickly turned to desperation.

(Y/N) please please-

Please what?

Klitz looked up to you with his big eyes, he didn’t want to say but he knew he had to

Please ride me

You leaned down and captured his lips into a passionate kiss, your hands cradled his head and face gently.

Only because you asked nicely, baby

Your hands left his hair and moved to his cock and torso, you positioned your lower half over him, he could only look up at you in awe as you lowered yourself slowly onto his cock. You both moaned loudly, the stretch of his cock stung but the heat that filled your stomach was so good, the tightness of you was nearly driving Klitz over the edge.

Fuck baby you feel so good inside me, do you like this baby?

Yes! Yes I do please ride me I need to feel you

You quickly obliged, pushing your hips forwards and backwards first at a slow pace. Klitz was in heaven, watching your body grind against his over and over again. He felt like he could feel into every depth of your body. His hips went up into yours instinctively, every time he felt as if he was going to completely melt into you. He was trying so hard to hold back all of his noises but he couldn’t.

You’re making me feel so good (Y/N)

You feel fucking amazing baby keep doing that you’re such a good boy for me

As Klitz’ hips continued to jerk upwards his moans got louder and louder, soon enough the neghbors would hear the both of you.

Do I need to put a tie around that pretty little mouth too?

Klitz turned his head into the pillow, his face was burning as was his stomach. He was struggling to hold back his load, the condom you had rolled onto his cock earlier was not doing anything to dull the mind numbing sensation of your tightness squeezing his cock so hard. This feeling was never going to be topped, Klitz knew, he just knew. As every second past Klitz was growing inside you, his tip was an angry red that kept rutting into you with hesitation, your whines that you couldn’t stop from leaving you were filling the room, your hands on his chest, teasing his nipples had him moaning even louder than before

Please (Y/N) i need to cum I can’t hold it in I need to cum inside you

Fuck that’s it baby you feel so good, cum for me baby cum in me youre so good for me

It wasn’t the delicious feeling of Klitz pounding into you that made you cum, it was watching him cum inside you that pushed you over the edge. His face scrunched up and his hands squeezed into tight fists. He couldn’t stop grinding into you for his life, his breathy moans filled your ears and his cum warmed you from the inside.

When Klitz finally opened his eyes all he could see and focus on was you, keeping his new soft cock warm inside you as you run your fingers up and down his chest. You didn’t want to separate from him just yet but if you didn’t do it soon you knew you never would.

Klitzy, baby, I’m gonna move now okay?

okay

How do you feel?

His big blue eyes met yours and that amazing smile that you love so much finally made an appearance

I feel great

You smiled back at him, your heart felt warm. You moved off the bed and started untying the knots, Klitz was happy to get his hands back, with them he immediately made a move for your tits

Do I need to punish you again?

Klitz could tell you were joking, still trying to hold out on him even though he knows he deserves at least a few gropes.

I thought we were past all that

At least let me get some panties on before you start grabbing at me

Just make sure you do it in my view

You playfully rolled your eyes before turning around and giving him a full view of your ass, you strutted into the closet lookng to find a shirt to wear. Your hear was pounding and you had butterflies in your stomach. He was going to be the death of you.

I hope y’all like this! Thank u anon for the great ask, I hope I did it justice! Happy May the 4th!

Comment your thoughts!

963 notes · View notes

yowyowyaoi · 7 months

Text

Zetsu’s Daily Texts from the Akatsuki

From Nagato

You can’t keep eating them without checking to see if we’re using them first.

300 miles? Is that really the closest?!

I can put you with Tobi or Hidan. Take your pick.

Put the letters where they can find them, then stay somewhere hidden to see their reactions.

Keep an eye on them please. No explosions, no sacrifices. Nothing to draw attention.

I’ve been practicing every day. Legs feel stronger.

I’d only risk it if you also want to risk being placed in a gengetsu.

I’m sure I’ll be gone before her. All I ask is she be well taken care of. It’s all that matters.

No. Under no circumstances. I need them all ALIVE and able to work, please.

You can ask but she’ll probably hit you hard enough to REALLY split you in half.

From Kakuzu

Yes well your appetite is proving quite costly.

Find where he’s hiding and I’ll give you a third of his bounty.

I’m not so sure that “intelligence” is a quality I’d associate with any of them.

Actually if you could naturally produce that we could sell bottles and make some money 🤔

Much, much too expensive.

I don’t care if you eat him but wait until I get his heart out first.

I’d rather you ate me; my body won’t be on display for him to entertain Deidara with.

It’s complicated. And by complicated I mean I let a one time physical urge turn into a years-long relationship.

It’s the 1st. Rent and utilities are due.

If I didn’t we wouldn’t have *anything*. Be grateful.

I’m not sure if my threads would hold for plant-skin.

Stop losing them for God’s sake each one costs $50 in materials to make!!

I’ll take your word for it. That voice creeps me out.

From Konan

Please don’t ever do that again. Nagato almost had a heart attack. 😡

It’s funny in a shouldn’t be funny way.

Wait you’ve seen him without the mask 👀

No I don’t care if they’re annoying we don’t have the time to replace them now!!

Ask Sasori to take a look. He enjoys a challenge.

I don’t care how easy it was to get, I’m NOT cooking with that kind of “meat” 🤢

No offense but do you even have nails 🤔

I’d rather we didn’t need to pick up and move again unless absolutely necessary.

Since we were children 🥰

I’d kill anyone who tried. With my bare hands.

Kisame may be able to but the rest will need it cooked.

You’re THAT old?! 😵‍💫

Stick to guys. I will remain the only woman in this group.

Can’t you eat them? Aren’t you part Venus fly trap??

From Hidan

Freak.

Then stop watching, weirdo!

Because if you take the body before my praying is finished then the entire ritual is void!!

Not to be gay but yeah I see what he sees.

Then steal him some damn glasses next time!

But do plants even have dicks? Like is it green? Does it smell like grass? 🤔

He’s such a liar he wanted me since the day we met 😂

I saw you eyeing that cat and so did Itachi.

How do you say “Fuck you” in plant-speak?

They’re not “pink” they’re “rose”, heathen.

Ribs without sauce is like fucking without lube. Like what’s even the point?

If I could convert even one of those fucks I’d become a High Priest for Jashin.

Can’t. Kakuzu’s “withholding my paycheck” until I pay off that bounty of his that I killed. 🙄

So come with us. Everyone’s weird you’ll fit right in.

From Sasori

Elderberry, nightshade, and primrose. For now.

A mouse learns to fear other mice before it even thinks about predators.

Please stop that you gave him nightmares last time and I couldn’t work on my puppets for a whole week 😒

I don’t care as long as it has a big enough space for a lab.

Damn blue eyes trapped me for eternity.

An interesting experiment, certainly.

I have vague memories but that’s all.

You appear to be “friends” so talk to him and tell him to back off.

Who do you think I am? That freak Orochimaru?!

I don’t buy that stupid act for a second.

If I suggested aloe vera would you find that insulting?

You and I are the least bothersome in terms of eating. I don’t, and you hunt.

I’ll contribute when the expense is relative to me.

From Kisame

So far only Itachi knows about it but the water there is clear and beautiful.

Your way of thinking is truly fascinating.

Of course you’re welcome to join us but you’ve voiced objections before to both tea and sweets.

No, I’ll BURY him myself before I let you eat him.

Crab and shrimp. Especially crab.

I’m aware. His smell is getting weaker and his chakra is shaky.

I admire your patience for it but I don’t do so well in the sun for so long.

Again? Why?? Who attracted attention this time? 😒

I don’t but Samehada seems to.

The battlefield is empty. Care to join me at the buffet? 😋

Between the prayer rituals and the constant bombing I just can’t handle either of them.

Salt is for the weak. Pure fear flavors the meat better than any seasoning.

From Deidara

You can’t prove that was me, that could have been anyone!

If I’m successful there won’t BE anything left of me to eat so 🤷🏼

Idk you just look gray. Maybe stand in the sun for a while?

Ok we may eat more BUT his food costs more!

Wait is it real hair or like plant stuff 🤔

I didn’t this time he was dancing and he tripped on his cloak like an idiot.

Honestly not until I met Sasori lol

Omg where?! Riverbanks are always a goldmine of natural clay! 🤩

I get that but I’m just not interested, eternity is so boring.

Low key he goes into this voice sometimes that scares the piss out of me.

Bc it’s weird man it’d be like watching my mother shower or something 😖

Like usual he couldn’t shut up and almost got us killed on the spot 😡

Not unless you want to pick the lice out of my hair afterwards.

From Itachi

Not sure of the exact dynamics but I think it’s second or third cousins.

Maybe it’s best we all just live with our own partners. Too many in one area and eventually someone figures it out.

No he’s as gentle as possible. I just have sensitive skin.

Yes but cabbage is so versatile.

You saw him? Did he look well? 👀

The glasses help some but most everything is still a massive blur.

I tried. Nagato tried. He refuses to give up on the idea.

There is no “before” and there’s no “after0. There’s just NOW.

No I know he ate it because he had the jam smeared all over his collar.

22 doesn’t really interest me.

From Obito

The right arm still twitches if I try to lift too much.

Come on weren’t YOU happy when he died?!

He can’t turn me down forever. Just picture him with the Uchiha fan on his back 😍

Yeah well he’s still my little cousin and I still worry.

I think it scares him a little, he almost walked into a tree that first time I did it on accident.

It’s not excessive; the sugar is literally the only thing pushing me forward right now.

I would bet money that he’s the worst Sensei ever to those kids. No wonder Sasuke was so weak.

The constant money woes are so tedious.

Blind or not his reflexes are unmatched and he could still take me out in one move.

We should have put more emphasis on intelligent and less on “skills”.

You’ve gotta admit the explosions DO liven things up 🤷🏻

What if you ate him and he could still talk from inside of your stomach though? Is that a chance you want to take?

Bonus: From Madara

He stopped responding two years ago he acts like I’m dead.

What? That little shit. 😡

If the blonde is giving him too much of a distraction, dispose of him.

You don’t need to pre-chew my food I’m not a baby bird.

Have you seen my good blanket?

What happened to my slippers?

🍆 I want this. I’m craving this so bad. Please bring it to me.

Tell that boy to come back I need a good bath and a haircut.

Perhaps if you hadn’t recruited so many *brats* you wouldn’t be having such an issue.

Whatever you do, do NOT let them breed.

Did you remember where I stashed my last painting of Hashirama?

If I was younger I could have eliminated the entire group within seconds. They’d never even know what hit them.

Please procure a backscratcher and industrial grade toenail clippers.

Wait until he sleeps and move several large rocks into his room. I guarantee he’ll cry.

First that young lass, then the Hatake boy, now the blonde. He never learns his lesson does he?

What do you mean he cut it?? An Uchiha’s hair is his crown! Tell him to get back here NOW.

I should have chosen Fugaku’s son instead. Likely a lot less crying.

#texting #zetsu #Akatsuki Daily Texts Series #nagato uzumaki #konan #itachi uchiha #kisame hoshigaki #deidara #sasori #kakuzu #hidan #obito uchiha #madara uchiha

29 notes · View notes

impala1967dwinchester · 1 year

Text

Dean Winchester: Tough Act

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Platonic!Teen Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Anger Issues, damsel in distress archetype, Dean being supportive, hugs, advice from someone older, teen reader, easy target, copying Dean's actions and his attitude, Reader is a Nephilim.

Summary: Tried of being the easy target Y/n takes on some of Dean's more rage endured attributes.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/n- firefly-graphics for dividers

Main Master // Dean Winchester Master List // Requests Master List

The Winchester brothers tend to make some people feel smaller than them. Maybe that's simply because they're bigger than life, and dealt with everything that chuck has decided that they need to deal with.

Long before Jack was brought around the bunker it was me. The first Nephilim that the Winchester had ever met. I was constantly told to be in the back. To stay away from the danger, rather than being able to stay and fight I was forced to stay in the back seat of the Impala.

When I was with Dean and Sam it usually ended with the two of them having to save me. Save me like I was some damsel in distress. According to almost every monster that I got caught by I was "The rarest of types" and "The best to add to their collection."

Just like that, I was forced to be saved by Dean and Sam. I was too soft and was always forgetting where I was, and what I was trying to do. It caused me to have to be saved by Dean, or Sam. Tall lumberjacks trying to come and save me from monsters that were more into figuring out how to use me to reach the top of their social ladder.

"When we tell you to stay in the car we mean it, Y/n," Dean yelled at me from the front seat of the car. I rolled my eyes biting my tongue from saying anything. Being a young adult made things harder to try and get around. I was nearly half the age of Dean and Sam, so there was some disconnect, but they were the only examples I had in my life. I had only had them in my life for the past few years.

I wondered why Dean never saw it coming.

"Dean, let it go. At least we got her out safely." I heard Sam whisper to his older brother. But regardless of Sam's words, or his soft eyes looking back at me through the rearview mirror. The anger was boiling up. I was tired of being treated like a princess, like a beautiful set of very breakable china in a store. I wanted to just be a hunter with Dean and Sam.

I was mostly just tired of the way my life was leading. I was tired of being saved, tired of getting yelled at by an over-protective Dean. I was tired of getting looks from Sam that were always so pitiful.

"No, I'm serious Sam. This has to stop, when we tell her to stay at the bunker or stay in the damn car she just needs to listen." More yelling from Dean as he talked about me like I was wasn't even there.

"I mean for real it's as if she wants to get hurt every single goddamn time. Like she wants to be saved. Like she's some damsel in fucking distress Sam." With a frustrated sigh, I looked up into the rearview mirror.

"You do know I'm here right?" Anger was starting to boil over, a tipping point of no return. "I'm right fucking here Dean. You don't get to be a dick all the damn time just because. And Sam you don't help at all. You're just… you I'm not fragile. I can fight for myself." I rambled on. Wide eyes looked on, whether it was from the cursing or simply because I was right I won't ever know.

From that point on I decided that the only way to not be a loose link between the three of us was to become more like Dean. Dean was calloused, and strong, shot first then ask questions. He didn't take a shit and I really never saw him get caught off guard by anything.

The next hunt. It was vampires, something that took skill and a strong person to deal with. I had been doing some work on my ability to stay focused on the plan at hand. Dean wasn't going to bring me along with him and Sam. As always Sam was a loving person and convinced him that they would need me regardless.

I listened to the plan. Then followed through. Splitting off to make sure that we were able to corral them into a more manageable area. I worked hard and fast, beheading vampires as I went along. Not caring, blood splattered across my face. I moved forward with a hot rage behind my movements.

When I finally managed to get to the center of the old ran-down barn that they were using as a nest. Dean and Sam were there, looking identical to me. Blood across their faces, and weapons. Sam gave me a small nod seeing that I had made it through my section. "Oh look she made it through," Dean said, a little too rough and loud.

I wasn't trying to gain anyone's respect… well maybe I wasn't. I'm honestly not sure anymore. I just wanted to prove myself to Dean that I was strong and just as capable as either one of them was.

So I took the chance. Sam had gotten the last two vamps tied up. We just wanted information on where they were hiding the partners of the deceased we had looked at in the morgue.

Trying to get information out of these assholes was trying to pull teeth. It was like watching paint dry, and I was getting more and more frustrated with how neither Sam nor Dean was making the process go any faster.

I took my chance here.

While Sam and Dean were talking about how to make 'the vamps talk' I moved in front of the half dead, and half-alive vamps. They were the scum below the king of hell, nasty horrible monsters. With my knife in hand, I went up to vamp. "How about this. When those two come back they're not gonna be nice, but if you tell me where the girlfriends are I'll let you go right now." offering a deal that had a death date they didn't know about.

"What makes you think we believe that you'll let us go." The vamp spits out into my face. I swallowed my pride and anger. "Because I'm not the Winchesters." Confidently the two started to rip out names. Once they were done with the long list of names, and locations they looked up at me with eager eyes of being able to make it out alive.

"Hey what are you doing so fuckin' close to them Y/n." I heard Dean yell in front of the doorway. "Oh, nothing." With that, I lived through each other heads. Mouths move as they hit the ground with a loud thud. I left to shocked men in the barn and walked out of the car. Grabbing onto the map.

"What the fuck was that?" another loud yelling moment from Dean. "Oh shut it, Dean. They told me where the girls are we don't need them after that right? Or would you rather play with your food some more?" I questioned him.

It was still after the incident there with the vampires and a few more incidents that the importance of my own life was starting to fly through the door. I was turning into Dean, a true killer. One with a solid plan, but with nothing afterward. I was becoming different, so I half excepted Sam to be the one to knock on my bedroom door in the bunker.

But when opened the door it was Dean. Slumped shoulders and a little bit of sadness written on his face. "What do you need, Dean?" Keeping my words curt.

He sighed heavily and looked into my room. "Why don't you just come in instead of peering in." I offered. The silence between Dean, I, and the walls were growing on me. causing me to freak out more. A quiet Dean was scarier than anything.

"Hey Kiddo, I think we need to talk about something." Kiddo that was new. I thought as I sat on the edge of my bed, and Dean stood akwardly in the middle of my room. "Go sit down you're giving me the fuckin' creeps," I mumbled. Talk about what? I thought to myself.

"So what are you here to talk about? I haven't been annoying you guys with having to save me recently. Tired of not being able to yell at me?"Attitude thick between my words. Dean's face didn't change, not anger fluttered passed.

"I've noticed that, but it was never annoying. I was… I was just worried about your safety that was all that was ever about Y/n." Dean said softly into the thick air between the two of us. "I think and so does Sam that maybe you've become too calloused. You aren't being very respectful of your own life anymore." Dean continued on. "respectful of my life?" I repeated back to Dean.

"Let me rephrase. You're starting to act a litt… a lot like me. It's worrisome to both of us. You're starting to do things without any real evidence for doing so, shooting first and then asking questions. You must know that doesn't work Kiddo." Dean said looking at me.

"You do that all the time though Dean. I was tired of being treated as if I were a delicate flower. I was tired of getting yelled at by you. I just want to help and this way it works. I just do the damn hunt, and we save the people we're supposed to save." I said with a mumbled breath.

Dean got up quickly moving to sit next to me on the edge of the bed. "Y/n that's not the right way. I shouldn't have yelled, I'm not good with the whole parenting and protecting thing. I just wanted to make sure you were safe, but I never… we never showed you how to protect yourself. I'm sorry that you thought that the only way you saw through did t become more like me." Dean apologized, opening his arms up to a hug.

There were tears brimming at the edges of my lashes. I fell into the hug, the relief of knowing that I didn't have to act like this anymore. Felt like elephants had just been lifted off my shoulders. "It's okay Y/n. We can work through this. We promise we won't treat like you can't do the job, I promise to be better and teach you." Dean said hugging me harder.

Completed on: 03/21/2023

Posted on: 03/21/2023

Deanie Beanie Girls: @kazsrm67 @deanswaywardgirl @ijustlearnedtolove-beep-bop-boop @mrspeacem1nusone @dilfloverr @akshi8278 @fofisstilinski @band--psycho @wonderfulworldofwinchester @doctorlilo @flamencodiva @samsgirl93 @stoneyggirl2 @hobby27 @fanfic-n-tabulous @silverose365 @winchestersbitch-dm @alexxavicry @gabrielasilva1510

#dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester #dean winchester x platonic reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural fic #supernatualfluff #supernatural fanfiction #fem reader #supernatural one shot #supernatural imagine #supernatural #dean winchester angst #little bit of angst #some advice #friend advice

81 notes · View notes

teddy-the-teddybear · 1 year

Text

"What did I do!?"

Luke Hughes x twin sister Dylan duke x reader

×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××

Its been a week since Dylan has talked to me. The worst part is that he has been to class and that he had this girl around his arm. How could he tell me that he had feelings for me, but then goes off with someone else?!

I was walking to my dorm when I saw Luke and Mark walking towards me. "Hey! You should come to the house we're watching a movie" Mark said making me stop.

I was trying to think of an excuse, "sorryyyyy... I can't i have to study for my test coming up" I ran away from them before they asked any questions.

Once I reached my dorm room, my roommate was sitting on her bed on her laptop, "speak to Dylan yet?"

"No he won't even look in my way, I tried waving at him, but his new toy glared at me" I flopped on my bed.

"I can trap him here for you, I'm going to a party tonight. Invite him over to talk, or please message him", she climbed off her bed to go get ready.

"I messaged him already and got nothing back!.. well he read it"

She sighs, "then at least do something tonight, please. I don't want you here moping"

I rolled my eyes and sighed, "I'll go.. but if I see Dylan, then I'm leaving"

She nods and threw a dress at me, "I'll help you escape... and no duker? Wow never thought I see the day that you'd call him his first name"

I just nodded, "well if he doesn't want to talk then why give him the time of day, you know?" She nodded then finished getting ready with me.

Once we got there the party was already in full swing, I made my way to get me a drink, I needed to feel numb.

"Little hughes!", someone called me from the kitchen, I looked around to see Luca. I smiled, I've always been so close to Luca.

I hugged him, "how are wooka?" I pulled away and started making my drink, he grabbed a beer, "im okay, miss my partner in crime'"

I laughed, "yeah, I know the boys miss you being late to practice because you wouldn't wake up", I suddenly felt like I was being stared at, but when I looked around there was no one I could see.

"Yeah coach is suspicious that I did something bad" he joked, "hopefully he doesn't find out about the store incident", that's when I started dying of laughter.

He smiled and lead me to the couch, and anytime I asked for a drink he would get it for me. I think in a different reality Luca would be my soul mate, he'd save me from all this heart break. But atlas I'm in this situation, and Luca and I have no love for each other like that.

I sat there thinking again, Luca had been pulled away to play beer pong with luca. I was pulled out of my thoughts when I felt someone sit down next to me. I looked over and saw Dylan. I went to get leave when he stopped me with, "I see you moved on with Luca."

I turned towards him, "moved on? You mean him being my friend? You mean being there for me when this dick was leaving me on read?", I turned around and walked away.

But he stated to follow you me out, once we were outside he grabbed my arm, "you don't even know the full story"

"What do you mean I don't? You're right, I don't! But you never tried to explain it either, but instead you went around and fucked this blonde."

He just shook his head, and turned away. I couldn't take it anymore, "what did I do!? You pretend to like me one moment but then next you are acting like i didn't mean anything to you! Is that what you wanted to toy with my feelings?"

He just looked at me and opened his mouth a couple times and then closed it. I stood there till I couldn't and just turned around and left. When I got back home I started to get ready for bed but then I quit and sat on my bed till I burst out into tears.

Taglist-

@woodruff-edwards

56 notes · View notes

remusslove · 2 years

Text

Our little secret~ regulus black

Includes: frenimies with benefits, implied smut, gender fluid!reader, trans!regulus, mentions of smoking, reader is fucking tall, bisexual reader and regulus, fangs is readers name and cursing

“You need to be nice to it fangs, shoving its face in dirt isn’t going to make it quiet” pandora said stroking the leafs of the sleeping sprout. “I can be nice” you replied as you yanked the sprout out of the dirt. Oh please fangs, you have as much empathy as professor McGonagall during an exam” regulus remarked.

You and regulus were with the group in herbology. The group didn’t even chuckle at this remark as you two are always bickering. Everybody was too focused on getting the new plants in herbology to shut up since they were as loud as a motorcycle. “I was pretty nice to you last night” you whispered to his comment with a smirk.

He nudged you in the shoulder trying to hide his red cheeks with a glare. “Shut up” he said quietly. You chuckled and winked at him causing him to look away to hide his smile. “It seems it is time to go to your next class, Have a nice day everyone and don’t forget to finish the three pages of parchment” professor sprout dismissed.

“See you tonight?” You asked regulus as you both packed up. “Maybe” he said simply causing you to roll your eyes playfully. The reason he said simply is because he was hanging out with a boy at the black lake after classes. While walking to his next class he let his mind wonder. About the date, yours and his relationship, pretty much everything.

A few hours later he was marching towards your dorm pissed off. Why was he pissed off? Maybe because you threatened his date not to go to the black lake. “Who the fuck does she think she is? Just because she has a dick doesn’t mean she can act like one. I mean so what if we have sex? It’s not even that good anyways… ok I lied. It’s good. Hell, it’s fucking amazing, the way she- wait fuck no! Don’t you dare fall her regulus black!” All these thoughts rang in his head.

He knocked on your dorm with the force of god getting more angrier and hornier by the minute. Fucking teenage hormones. He decided to just invite himself in causing you to get a bit startled but relaxed once you saw it was him. “Oh hey reg, how you doin tonight hm?” You asked with a grin. You knew why he was here, of course you did. He just stood there glaring at you. He had so many things he wanted to say to you but for some reason, his mouth wouldn’t let him.

You sighed and stood up looking down at the boy infront of you. “I’m sorry alright? I know it was mean and I-” you said before getting cut off. “Fuck it.” Was all he thought before standing on his tippy toes to kiss you. You kissed back causing the kiss to turn into a make out session. This kiss was different, it was not just filled with lust, it was passionate and loving.

You pulled away much to his dislike. “Regulus I-” you said but once again, got cut off. “Just shut up and fuck me.” Regulus said in between his heavy breaths. Not a second later you were on top of regulus with both of you laying down on the bed. Regulus let out a moan when you attacked his neck with kisses. He instinctively wrapped his arms around your neck.

He stopped your movements by calling your name. You looked in his eyes hearing only nothing but both of your heavy breaths. “I love you.” He said so quiet you could barely hear him. You instantly froze. All you could do was continue what you were doing making lust and desire cloud you brain and thoughts.

A few hours later you were both laying side by side with regulus’s head against your chest. He sighed as his thoughts questions and worries came back. “Fangs I-” he tried to explain his actions but this time, got cut off by you. “I love you too regulus” you said softly. He froze but quickly smiled and gave you another kiss. “We can’t tell anyone about this, not yet.” Regulus said firmly. “It’ll be our little secret” you said holding him close.

#regulus fluff #trans regulus #regulus x you #sub regulus #sub regulus black #regulus fanfiction #regulus x y/n #regulus x reader #regulus arcturus black #regulus black

164 notes · View notes

this-is-all-unreal · 11 months

Text

My Dear Friend

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Warning: mention of death, and injury.

—Bruce, Tim and Dick had split up in the night. Bruce decided to see what he could find out about Margaret's first adopted family. He changed out of his batsuit and changed into his business suit. He walked up to the house of Loyd and Kelly Jefferson. It was the perfect example of the middle class dream. Nice white picket fence and all. It was one house of many similar looking ones in a suburb a few miles outside of Gotham city limits. Bruce walked up and knocked. A woman in her 50s answered. She was the picture perfect house maker, white apron and all.

"Hello ma'am I'm sorry to disturb you so late but I was looking into adopting a girl named Margaret Arthur and I found your name on an old adoption form. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions?" As soon as the woman heard Margaret's name her eyes hardened. She told him she didn't care who he was; she didn't want to hear anything he had to say about her and slammed the door. Bruce was walking off the steps when a man opened the door. He was bald and looked like any man you'd see working a 9 to 5 in an office building. He asked if he heard him right. If he was asking about little Margie. The man let Bruce in and told him how happy he was to hear someone was wanting to take Margaret in, especially by the Wayne family. The name had meaning even outside Gotham.

The two men laugh and enjoy a talk about their children. Mrs. Jefferson returned with drinks and listened to the two chat. It was killing Bruce. He finally asked why they gave her up after 10 years. They both stiffened when they were forced to remember.

"If you are really interested in adopting her don't let us ruin that." Mrs. Jefferson said wanting to wash her hands of it all.

"Kelly honey" Mr. Jefferson said in a sigh. Bruce pressed the matter and it was Mrs. Jefferson who broke first.

"Do you like the Omen Mr. Wayne? Because that's what she is." She snapped. A small argument broke out between the married couple. they bickered about how serious some event Bruce wasn't aware of was.

"Please tell me all you can." Bruce asked, sounding almost desperate.

"Well you know about the poor thing's mother. She was a few screws short of a set God rest her soul. I'll never understand how she was legally able to keep a child. Or how she got to husband but according to the case worker she was in and out of state run facilities her whole life. Schizophrenia maybe?" The man asked, looking at his wife who shrugged her shoulders.

"I think she set the fire that burned the house down but no one really knows what started it." She interjected. Bruce nodded

"I understand what got her to you two but what made you give her up?" The couple looked at each other. Then the wife spoke.

The neighbor next door had some kind of accident and Margaret found him right after it happened. The cops think he was cleaning his gun when it misfired. Margaret was home alone. She heard the shot and went over there to check on him. She saw him lifeless in his chair." she stopped speaking as she looked up at him. Her expression was unreadable, maybe it was pity or possibly guilt.

"After that she didn't act like our little girl. She lashed out. We had a little dachshund at the time and Margaret tried, well she tried-" the man was interrupted by his wife.

"The little bitch put him in the oven! We are lucky I work from home. I got him out before it got too hot. She kept screaming that her stupid imaginary friend who did it. That he wanted to make a hot dog. Seeing that body messed her up. She just wasn't right. She never slept. Her grades were plummeting and forget about her helping around the house. I didn't feel safe! She would stare at me with this blank look."

"Excuse me, I need to get a stiffer drink." Mr. Jefferson said as he got up and walked to the kitchen. It was obvious he was crying. Mrs Jefferson looked at Bruce and leaned forward. She asked if she could tell him something that sounded crazy. And she asked that he not judge her. Bruce agreed and she continued

"After we gave Margaret back I gave birth to a healthy baby boy. I didn't know I was even pregnant till Margaret told me. She also knew the baby wasn't my husband's. I don't know how she knew." She paused to study his face. Bruce encouraged her to keep going. "The man I had an affair with was the neighbor. My husband had no idea. Margaret had no way of knowing we were very careful but somehow she knew. I asked her how and she lied like she always did and said Felix told her. She threatened to tell Loyd about the affair if I didn't tell him. I lost my temper and hit her. That's when her voice changed. I don't know what it was but it wasn't Margaret. I woke up in a hospital bed Mr. Wayne. She's a danger. I know I wasn't in the right but did I deserve this?" She took off her glasses and pulled out a glass eye. "She bashed my head in. I don't remember her doing it but It had to be her. It took 7 surgeries to save my other eye and put my skull back together. I have more metal in me than some cars nowadays." She quickly popped her eye back in as her husband returned. Bruce thanked them for their time and returned to his patrol. Telling no one about what he learned. He knew that would be a conversation for him and Margaret.

When Bruce met back up with Dick and Tim he learned there was a riot at Arkham earlier in the night and that some of the patients broke into the director's office and he didn't survive the encounter. The patients don't remember what happened or what they did to the director. Bruce was allowed to look at the CCTV. All the patients were calm, some were even under sedation until 9pm when they all left their rooms. At the same time the fire alarm was set off opening up all the rooms. No fire was ever found. In the confusion the patients slipped into the offices. It was an odd situation to say the least. Bruce decided to call it a night.—

I felt arms under me. Carrying me somewhere I was scared to open my eyes. What if it was that hag from the TV again. I smelt the familiar smell of Bruce's cologne and I opened my eyes to see the underside of his chin. I relaxed a little and moved, letting him know I was awake.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up. I was trying to move you back to your room." He said as he looked down at me. I realized we were almost to the room I had the nightmare (or whatever that was) in. I tried to sit up in his arms and he adjusted his arms to make it harder.

"No, I don't want to go back there. There was something under the bed."

"I know Jason already told me about the nightmare. It's alright they happen to all of us."

"No you don't understand Bruce it was real. She was in the TV. She had this horrible smile!" I say wiggling more as I try to get loose from his hold.

"Margaret just calm down you don't have to if you're that scared." He said effortlessly keeping his grip no matter how much I tried to get free. I stop moving as he stops in the hall.

"What if I sit in there?" He says looking down at me. I think for a second. If anyone would be able to stop that thing it would be Batman I guess and if I am dreaming then he will be able to see there is nothing and tell me definitively. I nod to him.

"I guess that's okay. Didn't bring a Batarang, did you?"

"No but I think I'll be able to manage." He says with a chuckle. He walks into my room and sets me down on the bed. I crawl to the center of the bed.

"Can you look under there?" I ask as I pull the blanket over me. He smiles and crouches down. He looks for a second then stands up and flips on the bathroom light and looks inside there. He turns back to me and shakes his head.

"Not a thing." He says as he sits down in the big plush chair next to the TV. I nod and get settled in. He pulled out his phone and looked down at it and scrolled slowly as he read something. It took a while but soon I fell asleep.

"Why is he here?" I almost leaped from the bed when I heard him. I had never been so excited to hear his voice. It was light out now and Bruce was fast asleep in the chair. "No I'm serious, why is he sleeping in a chair?" He asked again

"I'm so happy to hear you, Felix. I was so scared." I whisper as I hear him laugh.

"Yeah well I was a little busy."

"Doing what?"

"Don't worry about it but you're welcome." I wasn't sure what he meant but I wasn't going to question him right now. "So you really missed me so much?"

"Of course I did. There was this lady on the TV. She was taunting me and then she attacked me. Well I think she did."

"Who are you talking to?" A very sleepy sounding Bruce asked. As he sat up in the chair.

"Felix he's back!" I say with a smile.

"Oh good." He says as he stands up and stretches. "I'm going to go shower. I'll see you at breakfast. Are you okay to be alone?" He asked as he stopped at the foot of the bed.

"I am now that Felix is back."

"Well good welcome back Felix." He says as he scratches his side and yarns. He walks out with a wave. I jump out of bed to show Felix the room.

"Look, we have our own bathroom and TV. I'm only a little scared of it." I say with a laugh.

"I thought we weren't staying?" He asked. I settled down and nodded.

"You're right. Let's have breakfast and say goodbye then we can go."

"No trust me Margaret we should go now. He talked to the Jeffersons. He's going to have questions."

"But all that was you!" I shout back at him. I was so upset to have all this brought up again. I shook my head trying to get the image of the body out of my head. And Mrs. Jefferson. Whatever she had to say wasn't going to be nice.

"They will think it was you just like the Jeffersons did. They raised you for 10 years and didn't believe you. You have a snowball's chance in hell of this family believing you. We got to go." I hated it but he was right. I started my way downstairs. It was much easier with Felix directing me. I got to the front door and pulled on the handle. It didn't open and the keypad beeped at me.

"Felix help. What's the code?" I ask as I pull hard on the door. I see the numbers lighting up like he was pressing them.

"Hold on I'm trying." He said. He had tried to guess. Soon it makes an angry beeping sound and a lid closes over the keypad and a little circle opened up. I think it was a retina scanner like from a spy movie. I heard heavier footsteps coming from down the stairs. I turn around and see Jason walking over. My mind raced with excuses but also questions. I was terrified of what he could possibly want.

"Do you really want to go outside? No shoes or coat?" He asked. He wasn't smiling or even looking at me like I was crazy, he was just staring. I look down at my bare feet then back to him before nodding yes. He leaned forward and scanned his eye. The keypad opened back up and he typed in the code. The door unlatched and I opened it. I started to step outside. The sidewalk had been shoveled and the driveway was plowed. The bitter cold snapped at my skin as I started to run across the driveway. I came to a large hill covered in fluffy white snow. I got down on my butt and slid down. I had never been so cold in my life. I gained speed as I slid. I hit a bump and fell on my side making me start to roll down the hill on my side. I thought I was going to be sick. Eventually it stopped but I was covered in a thick coat of snow. I could feel Felix brushing it off me as I got up.

"Maybe we should go back. Your skin is getting really red." My jaw was chattering too much for me to answer but I wasn't going to stop. I felt like this was my only chance. I wasn't sure how far I ran but I started to see big buildings. I couldn't feel my feet or face. The fleece pajamas didn't keep me very warm once they were wet from snow. I found my way into the city. I got strange looks from everyone I passed. I felt someone tug on my arm. It was a lady not much younger than Bruce.

"Oh sweetheart you shouldn't be out in the cold like this." She said as she gently pulled me inside a coffee shop with her. I was shaking and shivering. "Gino get me a tarp or something from the back to warm her up?" She said looking at the old man behind the counter. He quickly went to the back and came back with some kind of packing blanket. They wrapped it around me.

"I'll make her some hot coco or something." Gino said as he started heating up some milk.

"Can you talk? What happened to you?" The lady asked as she tried to dry me off. I warmed up pretty quickly and nod. "Where are your parents? Can I call someone?"

"Tell her you're from Metropolis. Ask her for bus money."

"I got lost. I need to get back to Metropolis. My mom's gonna be worried." I say through shivers.

"Let me call the cops they can-"

"No please! No cops, my dad's in trouble with the law and if they drop me off at home they might try and take him away again." I say pulling it out of thin air.

"Nice touch."

"Okay okay ummm" She looked around for a second trying to figure out what to do.

"Deb, get her on a bus." Gino said as he pointed to the bus stop outside the shop. She looked down at me unsure then nodded.

"You know your address?" She asked. I nodded quickly. I couldn't believe this was working. Gino hurries and hands her some money from the tip jar than the hot coco. I felt bad but I had to get out of Gotham at any cost. The bus was pulling up so she quickly helped me up and we walked out to the bus. She asked if Metropolis was one of the stops and to her surprise the bus driver said it was so she handed the bus driver the money and helped me on the bus and made sure the packing blanket was around me. She let me take a few sips of the coco before she had to take it. The bus had a strict no drinks rule. She got off the bus and stood at the curb. I sat next to a window and waved at the woman and man as we pulled away. I relaxed into the seat. I wasn't sure how long the ride would be but the bus was heated and I had a horrible thick blanket now.

"Good job. So from Metropolis will go to Central City or even Star city maybe."

"Then what?" I ask, looking at my own reflection in the window.

"Then we lay low, make some money somehow and from there we can do whatever we want No case workers, no shity foster homes, no Arkham, no Wayne family. We will be free." He says as I feel the seat press down next to me. Then I feel his head lay on my shoulder. I almost felt bad. Bruce seemed so nice but if Jason said was true it wasn't going to end well for me. He wasn't going to let me leave and that scared me most of all.

People came and went, the bus made alot of stops but no one said anything or seemed to notice me. Eventually it was the last stop and we were at Metropolis. I got up and hugged the packing blanket around me tighter as I left the bus and felt the cold air again. I coughed and hid my face in the blanket. I walked for a little bit. It was much more windy here but at least the snow wasn't so high. I cut through an alley to get out of the wind. My cough was getting worse.

"Don't tell me you are getting sick."

"Shut up, it's just the air drying my throat." There were two men at the end of the alley. I didn't pay them no mind. I just wanted to find a clean place to sit. Felix moved some cans to the side and pulled over a milk crate for me to sit on. I plopped down and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes for a second. I hear feet approaching so I open them and see the men much closer now.

"What's a kid in such nice PJ's doing out here?" One man asked. I didn't answer.

"Hey, my friend asked you a question." The other said.

"I guess you don't need this then." One said as he pulled at the blanket. I just let it go but Felix didn't. Unfortunately for the man Felix pulled so hard back the man fell forward and almost hit his face against the wall. I wasn't sure if they were on something or just missed the fact it wasn't me who pulled the blanket. The other started to laugh at his friend. I stood up and pulled the blanket with me so Felix wouldn't get aggressive and try to pull the blanket from them again.

"No one would miss them"

"No" I say flatly.

"No, what?" One of them asked. I backed away as one took a few steps closer.

"I think my buddy deserves that after what you did." The guy was completely fine. He just stumbled. I looked up at him hoping Felix wouldn't have to do something. My back hit something hard. I figured it was the wall so I stopped moving. The men looked above me. They looked horrified. I thought it was Felix so I didn't say anything.

"Is there a problem here?" A deep voice asked from above me. I turned around and almost screamed in surprise. It was Superman himself.

#batman #dc comics #fanfic #oc stuff #platonic batman #slight yandere #bruce wayne #jason todd #metropolis #gotham #superman #clark kent

23 notes · View notes

bemylord · 1 year

Text

ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅɪʟᴜᴄ, ɪᴛᴛᴏ, ᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ, ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: !ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ! ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ, ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ! ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ'ꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱ

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴇ ʜᴏʀɴʏ ♡

✧･ﾟᴅɪʟᴜᴄ

- Diluc is definitely the type who wouldn't demonstrate jealousy. rather cross his hands on his chest, breathing in a full breath, trying to focus on the work.

secondly, I don't even think he's the jealous guy. listen, Diluc knows you won't cheat on him, thus he can trust you.

- soft kisses on your forehead, which means "let's go home, darling" or he'd hold you by your waist which also means "she's mine".

- the redhead man is pretty good at hiding his emotions, as a matter of fact, no matter how long you two have been together, it's still difficult for you to understand his feelings.

- i guess, if somehow he gets jealous, the answer is obvious - he's out of town. just imagining someone hitting on you encourages him to have some feelings.

- if diluc caught kaeya (yep, that man knows he'd be jealous) or another bold person who'd dare to offer you a drink - well, that is time for retribution..

"honey, come here", pointing to his lap with his palms, Diluc sat on the chair, looking directly into your eyes, observing you taking off your shirt, exposing your bare beasts to the cool night air. "i want you to know you're mine. only mine".

you smiled, sitting on his lap, burying your nose in a man's shoulder - you know that. you started a path of kisses from his shoulder to the neck, each time lingering longer. you placed both of your palms on his cheeks, gently rubbing the skin with the thumbs; Diluc tilted his head back, exposing the neck, thus you could leave mark on his skin.

"your wish is my command, my love" he groaned. "now tell me, my angel" he raised his head to again meet your stare. "should we do gentle this night?"

✧･ﾟɪᴛᴛᴏ

- clingy clingy clingy and clingy.

- DON'T GET ME WRONG HERE, but. i'm imagining him practically doing everything to get your attention. "heeey, y/n, look, there's super duper huge onikabuto!!" or "let's find out how long can i stand on my head without breathing!" you know - itto being itto things.

- and i bet he's got your attention.

- acting childish and maybe silly, but all to get that guy away from you.

- arataki itto, the head of the arataki gang himself.. will propose a contest of bugs. yep, that's right.

- yet being serious here, it's known that you belong to onni, it's evident on your neck: hickeys and marks and also his hands all over your body whenever you leave the house.

- first, when itto saw you and some guy talking, the next second he'd be holding your waist and kissing your cheeks.

- don't get me wrong here, but i'm sure both of you 'like' to play this game. moreover - you enjoy it!

"don't fucking touch yourself. take my cock deeper, i wanna be balls deep in that cute little mouth of yours" by now, you've realized how wrong it was to ignore him. however, there's something you're finding pleasure in: standing on your knees in the Chinju Forest and being a mouthful of cock and dripping pussy. the picture of you gagging on his big dick in the middle of the forest truly thrilling Itto's mind: he licks his dry lips, giving you some time to catch your breath.

"you've been ignoring me for hours and now you're gagging on my fucking cock, how sweet it is! daddy can't take it, too big? just suck my dick, honey".

even though you're far from a winner, the fact that in your "who loses because of jealousy" challenge you won - you smirk, knowing that you'll get your desired trophy at home.

✧･ﾟᴢʜᴏɴɢʟɪ

- not as clingy as itto, not as malicious as dottore, yet zhongli is rather calm.

- he will be standing quietly behind your back while you tell a group of people about cor-lapis.

- nothing happens in liyue without him knowing, so he'll know exactly who tried to invite you to tea.

- however, the whole liyue knows that you are already with him.

- i don't think zhongli could be jealous at all. he's more likely to be worried if you're okay and no one is bothering you.

- but, he still might be a little jealous, although he's contradicted himself. it's more about that young vigorous boy you're working with.

"you know you're mine, y/n. and i'm all yours, darling." zhongli started, slowly undressing you, standing on his knees and taking your panties off. he kisses your ankles gently, staring deeply into your eyes; you simply can't take your eyes off the way how willingly and sexily he's kissing his way up to the most intimate.

"zhongli.." you moaned, running your fingers through his silky hair.

"yes, darling?" the man still found strength and politeness, despite being on the verge of exhaustion. "tell me, what's the problem?"

you would have tried to say something, but his deft tongue that touched your clit - made you mewl, opening your mouth in a speechless moan.

"I think I know what you want".

✧･ﾟᴅᴏᴛᴛᴏʀᴇ

- answer me.. do you wanna die?? if not, why the heck are you making him jealous? even if you did it unconsciously, don't do it.

- he is the exact opposite of Itto: this man would probably be staring and smirking, imagining thousands of examples of torture he'd gladly reward that lucky man.

- even the fatui are afraid to look at you since they're awarded of dottore's power. when you asked your partner about that, he shrugged, carefully stirring the contents of the test tube: "I have no idea, baby."

- rather cold-blooded than acting emotionally. the harbinger is even apprehensive about the fact that he does care about a miserable boy who's trying to get your attention and the way you're trying to hide your smile, cause you know what your partner will do to him.

- if the doctor, as i said before, finds his intentions beyond the boundaries of what of permissible, dottore would grab you by your waist and place his hand on your cheek, saying: "darling, is that guy bothering you?"

- say "yes", and no one will ever see this boy.

- you are only his toy, his little thing to play with, why is that guy even peeking at you?

- the second dottore is done with that unlucky man, he'll be patient: taking his time to play a little game with you.

"what is it, y/n, can't take it anymore?" surely teasing you, as his two fingers are stretching your pussy. to his command "do not interrupt eye contact" with your tearful eyes, you're observing him smiling mockingly whilst his second hand is playing with your clit. both of your hands are tied above the headboard as you're trying not to move your knees together of how intensive and ending those feelings are.

"'m c-cum-ming!" you tried to mumble, yet all in vain: you whimpered some inaudible words as your mind got blurred in consequence of your other upcoming orgasm.

"not now, slut, not now." dottore is cooing, gently stroking your inner thighs. "after all, that's your punishment" he pulled out his fingers, just to put them in his mouth to have a taste of you.

"you taste so sweet, my little toy, do you mind if I lick your juices, darling?

#dottore headcanons #dottore x reader #zhongli headcanons #zhongli x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc x reader #itto headcanons #itto x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact headcanons

41 notes · View notes

hauntedwoman · 1 year

Text

titanic watch notes (4/14/23)

when jack saves rose from the back of the ship and the colonel asks cal to give a reward to jack and he offers money rose asks him "is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?" that means she knows that he loves her yet she still shoves him or any pathway to effective communication aside. this also insinuates that their relationship probably used to be better than what we see in the movie

it's said that nathan (cal's father) was the claimant for the insurance claim that was placed on the necklace after the ship went down but it was filed under terms of "absolute secrecy" So that could mean a few things 1) simple damage control 2) he sees cal as incompetent and he feels the need to cover up such a huge financial loss at the hands of cal's impulsivity (this could hint at their relationship being strained)

why doesnt cal end up keeping the drawing ????? considering how badly he wants to possess rose why wouldn't he have held onto a drawing of her naked body ?? maybe he didnt because of the intent behind the drawing and it wouldve been too painful to look at but it is still very much A Question

and on that note why does cal tell rose that he framed jack???? if he wanted her to get onto a lifeboat and go back to her life in first class and still marry him and everything why would he jeopardize all of that for a snarky one-liner ???? ("you know it's a pity i didn't keep that drawing it'll be worth a lot more by morning") im just gonna chalk it up to james cameron being bad at making characters with actual dimension

continuing on that: there are so many stupid cartoonish one-liners that cal has throughout the film just to very much communicate to the audience that he is The Bad Guy. one example of this that annoys me is the whole "something picasso" bit like oh god forbid someone who's morally ambiguous have any appreciation for art or culture (rose being into these things somehow makes her morally superior ???) another one i really hate is the whole "i suppose i might start minding what she reads from now on" at the lunch scene when rose makes that dick joke abt freud

also lol when she makes that joke that insinuates she knows what d*ck is (subtext into cal and rose's relationship ???)

when brock is talking to old rose about to hoto he regurgitates the same thing that cal told her he gave her the diamond (worn by louis the sixteenth, very rare, etc, etc.)

when jack saves rose from jumping she grabs his hand that doesnt have her engagement ring on it

cal gives rose the diamond the same night she tries to kill herself. he knows what she was really doing at the back of the ship, or at least some semblance of it

THAT SAID:

still totally hung up on the whole "john calvert is actually cal" theory lol of all of the names that james cameron could have chosen for her new surname it Had to be That ???

cal and rose both act the same way under any sort of scrutiny (defensive and they automatically move to insulting the other person)

why is it scandalous that madeline astor (who is rose's age) is pregnant but not scandalous that another man is clearly traveling with his mistress (spoiler alert: it's misogyny)

the presence of god and christianity throughout the film ("god himself could not sink this ship", the church service on the morning of the day the titanic hits the iceberg - which is only available to upper class passengers ??? - the priest praying and speaking psalms as the ship is sinking) i think that the larger cultural commentary here is that during this age (early 1900s to 1910s) there is so much innovation and invention happening that humanity begins to feel that they are on par with god (esp the wealthy)

jack and rose have s*x right before the ship hits the iceberg, big juxtaposition between life and death there

still cant get over how rose put her name on the survivors list as rose DAWSON…. theres no way cal didnt know she was alive they saw eachother again after the sinking even if it was him seeing her on a poster for a movie/play or her reading headlines about him or maybe one day they seek each other out but regardless yea theres no way they didnt have contact again

also on that note old rose is an extremely unreliable narrator bc when she talks about cal killing himself she says at the end "or so i read" so there's a level of ambiguity there, there's also some hesitation of her to admit that she kept up with him all of those years bc then it would have completely discredited everything she had said about jack being her one real love etc etc

#if anyone has anything theyd like to discuss or add or debate pls pls pls send asks/dms i could talk abt this stupid movie every single day #for the rest of my life <333

6 notes · View notes

theautisticbarbie · 11 months

Text

A Bird of Praise

Act II

Chapter V: Foreign Memories

Previous Chapter

Next Chapter

youtube

Word count: 7,599 (another long one I know)

Chapter Summary: Tara’s clumsy little mishap sets off a neurological cascade, the likes of which is unprecedented to her. The identity of the Mullet Man is revealed, changing Tara’s perspective of her childhood bully. When she finds out Dustin stole library books, she gets more than what she bargained for when she tries to replace them to keep him out of trouble. Tara gets a glimpse into Billy’s home life.

Warnings: abuse (Neil being a dick to Billy), mentions of suicide (Tara discussing the plot of Swan Lake to Max), smut (p in v, car sex, fingering), threats of murder-suicide (Billy seriously needs help lmao), mentions of past bullying, mentions of medical trauma and phobia of hospitals

Tara huffed in frustration when she suddenly felt overwhelmingly nauseous. She barely made it to the bathroom before she started puking her brains out.

Her head was in the toilet for what had to be a solid 10 minutes just straight vomiting. She didn’t bother closing the stall door, so a gaggle of middle school girls were staring at her as she continued. When she finally got a reprieve from her nausea, she heard a familiar voice.

“Tara? What are you doing here?” Max asked, having pushed past the others.

Once she realised Max saw everything, she tried to quickly compose herself.

“So,” she started gently while flushing the toilet, “the powers that be have delegated me to get you out of your brother’s hair, so I propose that we go to the arcade, maybe grab some junk food… I DO have a quick errand to run first, but do you think you can wait in the car while I do that if I stop by Burger King on the way?”

Max looked at her before sighing. Something clearly had her upset. “Fine,” she said walking ahead of her.

Tara definitely wasn’t expecting that so it took her by surprise.

“Come on!” Max urged.

Once they got in the car, Swan Lake was quietly over the radio.

“What’s up with the Beethoven?” Max finally asked?

“It’s not Beethoven. It’s Tchaikovsky. Swan Lake. You know that story?”

“No?”

“It’s about a princess named Odette who gets turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer named Rothbart. The spell can only be broken by a declaration of true love. One day, she meets a prince named Siegfried—“

“Let me guess. He falls madly in love with her, gives her true loves kiss or whatever and he kills Rothbart, vanquishing the big bad and the two get married and live happily ever after.”

“Actually, Rothbart enchants his daughter, Odile, to look like Odette, thereby tricking Siegfried into vowing to love her. Odette is so heartbroken by his betrayal that she drowns herself, and Siegfried is so devastated by the prospect of living without her that he follows.”

“Ooooookay…”

Max paused, looking for the right words.

“But that’s stupid! Why would she kill herself? Because some guy went off with another girl? That’s stupid! Why not just find another prince?”

“Maybe it hurt her so deeply that she thought he loved him and they shared such a deep connection that he couldn’t even tell her apart from what, for all intents and purposes, was a cheap parlour trick.”

“Then screw him! Guys like that aren’t worth anything!”

“That’s easy to say from an outside perspective, but imagine being treated like an absolute treasure for about a week or so and then suddenly it’s gone.”

“Well, then that just means he never actually treasured you to begin with. He just wanted to get in your pants.”

Tara let out a sigh, but felt vindicated in what Max was saying. “I guess in that case Odette should have just moved on.”

Tara pulled up to the police station, leaving Max in the car with her food.

“I’ll just be a few minutes and then we can go absolutely nuts at the arcade.”

Tara anxiously waited for the secretary to call her back. She looked over and noticed that Hopper was not in his office at the moment. He must have been on duty. Still, she wondered how the case would be handled in his absence. This might be a time when she would have flashbacks, but none came. Since the assault, she’s felt strangely cut off from that side of herself.

“Tara?”

She looked up to see a secretary with a stack of papers.

“In the office, please.”

Tara followed inside.

“Have a seat.”

Tara sat and the stack of papers was placed in front of her.

“Read that through, make sure it’s accurate and sign for me, please.”

There it was. The police report naming Jason Carver as her assailant.

All Tara had to do was sign off on it and it will be sent to the DA to decide to prosecute.

She took a deep breath, signed the paper work and set down the pen. “Is that it? Is he going to jail now?”

“That’s for the DA, judge and jury to decide. In the mean time, you’ve done your part. Best thing to do is take your mind off it until we need you again for witness testimony.”

“When will he be arrested?”

“Again, that’s for the DA to decide.”

Tara came out to the car and slammed the door behind her before speeding out of the parking lot and subsequently slowing to a normal speed.

“What’s your problem?” Max asked.

“Me? Nothing! I’m completely fine!” Tara insisted.

When they got back to Tara’s place, the sun had just gone over. Billy’s car was nowhere to be found. He must have been out. “We’ll wait here until Neil and Susan get home to let you in.” because even though Billy had a key to her place, there was no way in hell she was getting one to his.

When they got in, they saw that Daniel was hosting Hellfire club at their place. That was odd. She knew that their dance rehearsals and pre-production of Nutcracker often displaced Hellfire club since it was held in the drama room, but Daniel said that Gareth always hosted during those times.

“Knock knock,” Tara poked her head into the dining room. “What’s going on?”

“We had to host here because Gareth’s mom has company,” Daniel quickly explained. “Now, go away! We’re in the middle of a boss fight!”

“Yeesh! All right! Max, I guess you and I can find something to do elsewhere in the house. I have movies in the den. Or we can just watch TV. Want something to drink? I’ve got soda, kool-aid, tea, you name it.”

The two settled on hot chocolates. Once they got into the den, the phone rang.

“Newman residence!” Tara answered.

“Hey, girl! It’s Alanna. I just wanted to see if I could get a ride from you to the theatre on Saturday.”

Right. Tara had forgotten. The team’s show of “Giselle” was selected for final selections for the Midwestern Dance Grant. Final competitors would be showcasing their performances at the Rialto Theatre in Chicago. It was like a 3 hour drive and because it was on a Saturday, there wouldn’t be any school busses.

“Yeah! I’ll come pick you up at say 8?”

“Sounds good! Thanks chica!”

Click.

“Who was that?” Max asked curiously.

“Oh that was just my friend Alanna asking for a ride. We’re doing our performance of Giselle again this weekend.”

“What’s that one about?” she asked, picking the marshmallows off of the whipped cream to snack on them first.

Tara gauged Max’s face to see that it was genuine curiosity. “Well, it’s about a peasant girl in the Middle Ages named Giselle. She lives in the Rhineland with her mother and a hunter named Hilarion who she thinks of like a brother. They’re very protective of her because of her weak heart.”

“So she’s basically you,” Max teased.

“Max,” Tara whined, playfully tapping her arm, eliciting laughter from them both.

“Anyway, a prince named Albrecht visits Giselle’s village in disguise as a peasant named Loys. Albrecht flirts with Giselle and because of her sheltered life, she takes his advances seriously and they spend the day together. What she doesn’t know is that Albrecht is already engaged to a princess named Bathilde.”

“What? No way!”

“Yes way, Max. Two-timing is not a new thing. Anyway, when Giselle finds out, she goes insane and dies of a broken heart.”

“Let me guess. This Prince Albert guy feels so guilty about essentially killing her that he tries to put her spirit to rest or something?”

“You’re getting good at this. Prince ALBRECHT does indeed visit her grave. But after Giselle dies, he ends up with a bigger problem. The Willis.”

“The Willis?” Max asked, trying to see if she if she heard that correctly.

“They’re the vengeful spirits of women who are betrayed by their lovers. In the night, their spirits rise from the grave, led by Queen Myrtha, and they find men who have fatally wronged women and force them to dance to death. And now they’ve decided to target Albrecht for his actions.”

“Shut up!” Max exclaimed in shock, accidentally knocking over and spilling her drink. “Shit!”

“It’s okay! I’ve got it!”

“I’m so sorry!” Max said, nervously, as though she was fearful of retribution.

“It’s okay! Accidents happen! We’ll just clean it up and get you another one! No biggie!”

Tara went upstairs and to grab the cleaning supplies from the utility closet before hearing a knock on the doorframe.

“Dm decided to take a snack break.” Daniel said. “You maybe wanna tell me why you were gone for hours and come back with your boyfriend’s 13 year old sister?”

“I was just getting her out of his hair,” she said, still trying to figure out how to gently tell everyone that they were no longer a couple.

“Right.”

“Can I tell you something kind of weird and off topic?” Tara asked.

“Fine. Shoot.”

“Ever since Tina’s Halloween party, I feel cut off.”

Tara took a breath. “Let me explain. I went to Tina’s part, came back, and had one nightmare about the New Belgium Lab, and then there was this grandfather clock, I woke up and I was cut off from everything. I can’t use my powers, no flashbacks and I haven’t been able to search the mirror realm.”

“Why would you be searching the mirror realm?” Daniel asked after taking a beat.

Pause.

“I was looking for Barb…” Tara said after careful deliberation. “I figured if Will was found, Barb still can be, too!”

“Tara, maybe you should let the police deal with this one.”

“They already decided she ran away, but you and I both know that’s not true! She HAS to be in the mirror realm! That’s where I last saw her!”

“Tara, you’re starting to ask questions that I know for a fact you won’t want the answer to!”

“How do you know that? You know where she is now?”

“Yes!”

“Oh yeah? Where is she?”

“SHE’S DEAD! I found her and she died in my arms after we found the mirror realm for the first time!”

Daniel took a breath and sobbed. “At first I didn’t think it was real. I convinced myself it was some kind of mirage… but it’s real and she’s gone… okay? She’s gone. She’s not coming back.”

There was a very long silence that hung in the air. “Well, don’t just look at me like that! Say something!” Daniel pleaded.

Tara was looking with a blank expression.

“Tara?”

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

“Tara what the hell are you saying?”

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

“Tara!”

“Breathe—“

“TARA!”

Suddenly, Tara jolted out of her reverie, wiping blood from her upper lip.

“What the hell was that?”

“What was what?” Tara asked, dazed and confused.

“You just kind of… never mind…”

“Kind of what?”

“It’s fine.” Daniel said going back downstairs.

“Daniel, wait!” Tara hastily washed her face in the bathroom and went down in pursuit of her brother.

Once she got down, she quite literally bumped face first into mullet man.

“Oh! I’m sorry!” Tara said.

“Nah, no worries!” he laughed it off.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna feel really rude if I just call you Mullet Man, so would you mind telling me your name?”

“Wow. You really don’t remember me, do you?”

Tara shot a look on confusion. Truthfully, yes, he looked vaguely familiar, but because she couldn’t put her finger on it, she just presumed he had one of those faces.

“I thought you were just drunk at Tina’s party but no, you really forgot about me, huh?”

“Have we met before?” she asked.

“Tara, it’s me! Eddie!”

Just then, it clicked. “Eddie? Eddie Munson? Wait! You have hair now!”

“I do have hair now! And tats!” he said gesturing to the ink on his body.

“Wow! They look great!” Tara said, admiring the art work.

“You look great, too,” Eddie said off to the side, only to be drowned out by the roar of what was unmistakably Billy’s Camaro.

“I don’t think that was loud enough,” he said sarcastically.

Tara offered a weak chuckle in response when they were both interrupted by her brother poking his head in.

“Hey Tara. Your dumbass boyfriend is here.”

“Oh, well, I guess I better see to that.”

Tara went to see Billy in the living room standing by the open door. “I’ll go get Max. You can leave the spare key on the—“

Billy slammed her against the wall, hand wrapped around her neck, squeezing and leaned in so they were nose to nose.

“I’m only gonna say this once,” he said, his voice only barely above a whisper, “it’s not over until I say it’s over. Nobody leaves me. You leave me, it’s gonna be in a body bag.”

“Billy! I can’t breathe!” Tara pleaded, voice strangled. “Let me go!”

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you aren’t gonna leave me.”

“Billy… please… have mercy…”

“Say it.”

“I’m not gonna leave you…”

“Louder.”

“I’m not gonna leave you…”

“I still can’t hear you. You’re gonna have to speak up, doll face.” he mocked, squeezing harder on her neck.

“I’ll stay! I’m not gonna leave you!” Tara forced out, desperate for any form of relief.

That seemed to satisfy him and he let her throat go.

Tara took a deep gasp, coughing for air as she collapsed to the ground.

“Get your shit, Max. We’re leaving,” he called.

Tears poured out of Tara’s eyes as she pathetically laid on the floor, still trying to catch her breath.

Billy kneeled to her side, grabbing her chin. “By the time I get that little shit back home, you better be in the car.”

“Wait…” Tara started, still catching her breath. “Where are we even going?”

“You’ll find out, when we get there.”

“Billy, we have school tomorrow!”

“And the more you argue with me, the further your bedtime is going to be.”

Billy banged his fist on the doorway. “Sometime today, shit-for-brains!”

“I’m coming!” Max said, walking straight past Tara to Billy.

“Don’t even think about making me wait.”Billy took Max by the arm roughly and slammed the door behind them.

Tara took a breath and walked over to the coat closet. She hated it when Billy did that. Was it not bad enough that he habitually punched holes into her wall? She turned to Eddie, trying to gauge if he overheard any of Billy’s violence. “I have to go.”

“Are you in a hurry or do you have a second?” asked Eddie.

“Why? What’s going on?”

“I uhhhh,” Eddie nervously rubbed the back of his head. “I wanted to apologise for what a shithead I used to be.”

Tara genuinely wasn’t expecting that. She had always been told that after a certain amount of time has passed, it’s supposed to be forgotten about and you’re supposed to move on.

“I grew up in an emotionally unstable environment and I ended up internalising my trauma and unknowingly transferred it onto my peers in the form of unchecked rage and aggression. It also took my uncle a while to understand that getting me away from my dad wasn’t enough. I still harboured those negative emotions, and then I had feelings for you and had absolutely no idea what to do or how to express them in a way that was healthy. I saw how my dad treated my mom in my formative years and ended up thinking that was normal.”

“Feelings?” Tara asked. “What kind of feelings?”

Eddie’s breath caught in his throat. “Uh… well… you know…”

“YOU’D BETTER BE READY, BITCH!”

“Oh! I gotta go! I have a performance on Saturday at the Rialto Theatre at 4, but I guess we can talk tomorrow if we run into each-other at school?”

“The Rialto Theatre? As in the one in Chicago?”

“Yup! That’s the one! Our ballet performance might get the school a decent size grant.”

“COME ON!”

“I have to go! We’ll talk tomorrow!”

Tara literally ran out of the door.

As she sped to the Camaro, Billy practically shoved her in and slammed the door before getting in the driver’s side and speeding off.

“Can you at least tell me where we’re going?”

“Like I said, you’ll find out when we get there.”

Tara looked out the window, unsure if she was even going to get back home. She let out a heavy sigh, trying to gauge the direction.

When the car came to a screeching halt, it was at Lover’s Lake. Tara suddenly remembered his previous threats.

“Billy,” Tara started, nervously. “You don’t have to hurt me. We can talk this out.”

“We already did that, sweetheart. Remember?”

“And I said I wasn’t gonna leave you, right?”

“Exactly. So get in the back.”

Tara had only had sex with Billy in the back of his car a few times and every single one made her feel very claustrophobic and uncomfortable. Besides that…

“Didn’t you leave school with another girl today already?”

“I did, and the bitch gave me blue balls. Which, as my girlfriend, is your job to fix. So get your ass in the back.”

Tara crossed her arms indignantly. “I do not exist to serve as your personal—“

“I’m not gonna say it again.”

Tara sighed, getting in the back. Billy followed, laying her down on the back seat before tearing off the bottom half of her clothing. He undid his pants, allowing his cock to spring free. It twitched while he reached for something in his back pocket.

“A condom?” Tara asked in confusion.

“Your mom decided to get in my ass about it. So now you can tell her that I followed her little rule,” he said, opening the packet.

Once he rolled in on, he pulled up her shirt, exposing her breasts.

“I love these fun bags,” he said, groping them roughly. He sucked both nipples hard before giving each one a gentle bite, making Tara moan.

He lined himself up with her entrance. “Who’s my little sex slave?”

“I am,” Tara replied meekly.

“Yes. You are.” Billy penetrated her as hard as he could, gasping. “Fucking Christ that’s tight!” He thrusted hard, making his car rock. “So tight! You’ve been keeping it nice and tight for me! Fuck!” He kept thrusting as the windows and windshield began to fog up.

“Billy,” Tara moaned out, “at least tell me that you love me…” she whined.

Billy leaned down and kissed her. His tongue wrestled with hers for dominance, ultimately winning. He kissed down her neck, fanning her throat with husky moans.

“God… Tara… I’m gonna…” Billy threw his head back and rode out his orgasm, thrusting hard. Once he was spent, he collapsed beside her, catching his breath.

“Was it good for you, too, gorgeous?”

“Billy, do you love me or not?”

He got up, pulled the condom off and tossed it onto the ground.

“That’s disgusting! Throw that away!”

“Not my issue,” Billy said, getting back into the driver’s seat.

Tara got into the passenger’s seat, still keen on pressing the issue. “I asked you a question.”

“A stupid question,” Billy put the car in drive and sped off.

“It’s a perfectly legitimate question and it has a yes or no answer!” Tara said indignantly.

“An obvious answer, so why would I waste my time?”

“Actually, your actions don’t make it seem very obvious.”

Billy slammed his fist onto the steering wheel and the car began accelerating towards a speed that was definitely not safe at all, not that he really drove at a safe and prudent speed to begin with. “Yes! Okay! I love you! Are you happy, you psycho bitch? You wore me down! Congratulations!”

“Why are you screaming at me?”

“BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME FUCKING CRAZY!”

“Because I wanted to know whether you actually love me or not?”

“Because you always expect me to grovel for you!”

“How is that grovelling?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, you fucking bitch!”

The entire outside of the car was a blur.

“Slow down! You’re gonna kill us both!”

“Maybe I should, huh? Maybe that’s the only way I’ll finally have some peace away from your constant bullshit!”

“BILLY! PLEASE STOP! I DON’T WANNA DIE!”

“That’s too bad, bitch!”

“PLEASE BILLY! I LOVE YOU! I’LL STAY! I WON’T EVER EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING YOU!”

The car came to a screeching halt in front of their respective houses. Billy erupted in laughter, as if this was a sick joke to him.

“You should have seen the look on your fucking face!”

Billy mocked her terrified expression before doubling over in laughter, slapping his hand on the steering wheel while catching his breath.

“Oh my god, that was priceless,” he said, collecting himself. “You really thought I was gonna crash my baby and kill myself. As if the world would go on without this handsome mug.”

Tara looked like she was ready to strangle Billy.

“Look,” he offered, “I would never do anything to hurt you. You’re my girl. I love you, okay?” he asked, stroking her face.

The fact that Billy went from a raging psychopath to gentle and sweet in the blink of an eye terrified Tara, so she decided to placate him to lessen the blows.

“Okay, I love you, too,” Tara replied.

Billy took the thumb that was stroking her face and inserted it into her mouth.

Tara sucked obediently, eliciting a smirk from Billy, who took his thumb out of her mouth, slid it into her panties, and rubbed gentle circles on her clit.

“I miss feeling you cum, babe.”

He continued his ministrations while leaning over and placing open mouth kisses on her face. Tara let his tongue in while his hand continued.

“You gonna be a good girl now?”

“Mhm,” Tara hummed between kisses.

Tara began palming the forming bulge in his jeans. She was so lost in the passion that neither of them saw the front door to Billy’s house open.

“Billy, get your ass in the house!”

Billy instantly popped off of Tara and for a split second, she could see what looked like genuine fear in his eyes. But just as quickly as she saw it, it was gone.

The two looked over to see Neil standing in the doorway, and he did not look pleased at all.

“Looks like we’ll have to continue this some other time, sweet cheeks,” Billy said, licking the juices off of his thumb.

“I said get your ass in this house!”

“I heard you, you prick!”

Billy got out of the car, slamming the door behind him before letting Tara out of the passenger’s seat, locking the doors and rushing into his house.

Neil shot Tara what was unmistakably a contemptuous look before slamming the door.

She sighed, walking back to her own door before entering the house to see that the DnD game was still going strong.

“Dude!” Jeff called. “We totally used the roar from your boyfriend’s car to start off the final boss fight!”

“Well,” Tara said, weakly letting out an amused chuckle. “Glad we could provide good ambience.”

Tara sighed. “I’m gonna go to bed. I have to be up early. Enjoy your game!”

Tara went upstairs to get ready for bed. While changing into her nightgown, Tara heard arguing from across the street. Truthfully, she had always heard this, but always assumed that Billy was the aggressor.

Then again, she never really got to know his parents. She’s had the occasional passing conversation with Susan, who seemed nice enough, but whenever she tried to greet or say hello to Neil, he was always in a bad mood.

Once she was ready, she crawled into bed before opening her music box and drifting off.

Once the campaign finished for the night and Hellfire Club tidied up, Eddie cracked his knuckles. “Welp, I gotta take a piss and drive these other little shits home,” he said referring to Jeff and Gareth.

“Bathroom’s upstairs.” Daniel said.

“Thanks, man.”

After relieving himself, Eddie heard the music box coming from Tara’s room and decided to peek his head in.

He saw Tara sleeping peacefully beside a nightlight with the music box on the nightstand.

He looked around her room to see stuffed animals, fairy tale books, her television, Betamax player and VCR, and of course her walls were painted pink with flowers and unicorns. That’s when he noticed the holes in the wall. He decided to inspect them closely and realised that they were punched in. The same way the walls in his father’s house looked. He kept his steps feather light as he overheard the fighting across the street that was STILL going strong.

The next morning, when Tara went down for breakfast, she saw a note on the coffee table.

It had Eddie’s number and read:

Here if you ever need to talk

-Eddie

Tara felt a persistent sense of uneasiness while she ate, but couldn’t pinpoint where exactly it was coming from.

Suddenly Billy walked through the door leaving Tara to quickly scarf down her breakfast as he walked into the kitchen.

“Seriously? You’re still eating?” he asked.

“Nope! I’m done!” Tara said, quickly standing up.

“So fucking disgusting,” he said to himself as Tara followed him.

The ride to school was quiet. Tara decided it was better to not say or do anything that might conceivably rub Billy the wrong way.

It was Max who broke the awkward silence. “So what’s ‘The Nutcracker’ about?”

Tara turned to Max. “Hmm?”

“I saw a poster just outside of the AV room.”

“Oh! That! That’s our team’s Christmas production! It’s about a girl named Clara who—“

The car swerved hard, causing Tara to hit the passenger side window hard. “Ouch!” she cried out.

“Jesus Christ, Billy!” Max yelled indignantly.

“Sorry!” Billy said insincerely. “Almost hit a deer!”

“There are no deer here!” Tara said.

“My mistake,” he smirked.

Once the car pulled up to the school, Max grabbed her skateboard and headed up to the middle school campus.

“Have a good day at school!” Tara called.

When she went to head to first period, Billy grabbed her arm.

“Do me a favour and stop acting like Max is your little buddy now.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. You’re embarrassing us both.”

Billy grabbed her arm, pulling her by the wrist and leading her to class. Every day it was like this. He was marking his territory. It was clear to everyone not to go near Billy Hargrove’s girl unless you had a funeral plot ready to go.

“If I embarrass you so much, then why are you even with me?”

“Because you need me, Dollface.”

“I need you? That’s a hoot because since we started dating, I haven’t been able to eat or sleep, my grades have gone down, I’m in constant pain, and dancing with my partners gives me crippling anxiety because I’m absolutely terrified that you’re gonna bust in at any moment and go bonkers! So, exactly what is it that you’re doing for me?”

“Oh, so I guess I’m a terrible boyfriend, now?”

“I never said that…”

“Well, you’re acting like it. Why don’t you show me a little more gratitude, huh? I drive your fat ass to school and back home, I listen to your dumbass stories and watch these dumbass kids movies with you, and all I ask from you is a little bit of effort. And all you ever do is bitch, complain and cry.”

“You sleep with other girls…” Tara said with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Yeah, I do. I have needs.”

The bell rings.

“You NEED to get to class,” Tara retorted.

First period started off rough. Not just with the argument, but with the fact that once again, Nancy was missing.

“Psst! Summer! Have you seen Nancy?” Tara hissed.

“No,” she answered.

Great. She was gonna miss first period again.

When class ended, Mr. Washington handed her a stack of papers. “What are these?” Tara asked in confusion, examining them.

“Those are Miss Wheeler’s assignments for the past couple of days. I know you won’t mind making sure she gets them.”

“Not at all,” Tara said, gritting her teeth.

Thankfully, once ballet class rolled around, things began to turn around. Ms. McIntyre was back, but the gas leak still had yet to be resolved. Like yesterday, the first half of class was on the blacktop and the second half was in the gymnasium, which they had to share with the basketball boys.

Billy was once again being a jerk to Steve.

“Dirtbag,” Tara mumbled to herself.

The team was rehearsing Giselle for the competition. Things were going okay until the Grand Pas Des Deus, when Billy started giving Spencer a hardcore death glare.

As he hoisted Tara into the air, a basketball came flying into his face.

“Ow! Christ!” he said, grabbing his face, dropping Tara on the floor.

“My bad!” Billy called, not feeling one iota of guilt over what he just did.

“Mr. Hargrove, I’ll thank you to keep your balls away from my dancers!”

“Well, Ms. McIntyre, that’s gonna be a challenge considering one of them is my girlfriend!” he retorted, busting into a fit of laughter.

Tara buried her face in her hands. Billy behaves like this all time as a way of marking his territory but she was the one who embarrassed him?

Once class ended, she was eager to be out of there.

“I’ll see you back here after school for rehearsal!” Ms. McIntyre called.

Oh crap. Rehearsal. There was no way Billy was gonna wait for her for that. Fantastic. Way to paint herself into a corner.

Third period came and it was thankfully uneventful… at least until Martin Tanner decided to spit on Tara’s desk.

“Tanner, did you just spit on my girlfriend’s desk?” Billy asked with an amused chuckle.

Tara, who had been mostly checked out with anxiety of wondering what might have happened to Nancy or Jonathan since he was also nowhere to be found, was brought back to reality upon hearing that.

Sure enough, there was the lob of spit on her desk.

“Gross!” she cried out.

“What is going on here?” Mrs. Kingsford asked.

“He spit on my desk! I’m immunocompromised! You know this! He could have killed me!”

“Mr. Tanner,” Mrs. Kingsford started with an annoyed sigh, “can you please refrain from this sort of behaviour. You know it upsets Miss Newman.”

“Shouldn’t people like that be left to die?” Kenzie asked. “You know, people who have to have their asses wiped?”

Tara got up and walked out.

When lunch rolled around and Tara saw hide nor hair of either Nancy or Jonathan, she began to seriously panic.

“What’s got your panties in a twist, doll?” Billy asked.

“I haven’t seen Nancy anywhere! This isn’t like her at all!”

“Oh you didn’t hear, Dollface?”

“Hear what, Billy?”

“Wheeler and Byers skipped. They ditched yesterday after lunch and haven’t been seen since.”

“That’s not like them! Jonathan, maybe. But Nancy? Why would she do that?”

“Maybe she got sick of you following her around like a lost puppy.”

Tara bolted off.

“Hey! Don’t you walk away from me!” Billy yelled in pursuit.

Once she found a utility closet, she grabbed Billy, dragged him in and closed the door.

“You could have just said that you wanted some alone time, princess,” he said smugly.

“Billy, what I’m about to tell you absolutely can not leave this room!”

“We’re about to do plenty of things that can’t leave this room,” he said, beginning to grope her.

“I’m dead serious! If this gets out, someone will come after you and someone will DEFINITELY come after Max!”

“Who’s ‘someone’?” Billy asked, lighting a cigarette with no regard to the fact that he could absolutely start a fire in such a close space.

“Goons.”

“Goons?”

“Goons. From the lab?”

Billy only quirked a brow in response.

“The men in black, Billy!”

Billy almost choked on his cigarette trying not to laugh.

“You think aliens took Nancy and Jonathan?”

“That’s not what I said! Obviously, aliens don’t exist!”

“What else would ‘men in black’ possibly refer to?”

“If you’d pay attention, I’ll tell you!”

Billy and Tara were now officially 13 minutes late to 4th period.

“So let me get this straight. You got really sick when you were 14, had to go to the hospital, have almost no memory of your stay there or how you got back home, and you think that this is somehow connected to Holland and Byers’ brother going missing?”

“I know it does! They tried to say Will was dead! And Barb… My point is that Nancy and Jonathan are in big trouble if their reason for being gone has anything to do with that.”

“What do Wheeler or Byers or any of the shit that happened in this shithole town have to do with you going to the hospital? What’s wrong with you? You got some kinda Lex Luthor shit going on or something?”

“Like I already said, for your own good, I can’t tell you!”

“So then why are you even telling me this?” Billy asked, casting a look of annoyance.

“Look, all you need to know is that I got sick and whatever happened at the hospital is probably what made Will and Barb go missing. And if that thing is still a problem, Nancy and Jonathan are in serious trouble!”

“So what exactly do you want me to do about it?”

“There’s nothing you can do, Billy! Someone is already trying to help me keep this contained.”

“Fascinating. Can I go now?” he asked pushing past her.

“Look!” Tara said, grabbing his arm. “I just need 5 minutes to try to find Nancy and Jonathan. Can you please just wait outside and cover for me for just 5 minutes?”

“What’s in it for me, doll?”

“I’ll do whatever you want tonight before bed.”

“Whatever I want?” Billy asked, quirking a brow as the corner of his lips turned up into a smirk.

“Yes, Billy. Whatever you want.”

“Deal,” he said, slapping his hand onto her butt for good measure.

With Billy standing guard outside, Tara blindfolded herself with the one washcloth she could find that didn’t smell like a dubious mix of chemicals.

“Where are you guys?”

She lied on the floor, trying to concentrate. She was finally able to return to the black. Maybe her powers were coming back after all.

Maybe. Because she felt a very strong force trying to pull her out of the black. Like she was just barely able to hold on to this connection and definitely couldn’t control where she was going.

“Nancy?” she called out.

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

“Who’s there?”

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

“TARA! TARA WAKE UP!”

Daniel had been vigorously shaking his sister for the past 5 minutes.

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

“What the hell is she saying?” Billy asked.

“I don’t know! Her heart is pounding! I told you that she has heart problems? Why the hell doesn’t anyone listen to me?” Daniel asked.

“Breathe. Sunflower. Three to the right. Four to the left. Rainbow. 450.”

Nearby classes gathered outside, despite protests from teachers, while paramedics examined Tara, who had since come to her senses shortly before their arrival, insisting that she was fine.

“I’m okay! I just need to get to class!” she insisted.

Since her vitals were stable and there was no indication that anything life threatening was occurring, they couldn’t force her to go nor would they need a liability waiver to be signed.

During passing period to her last class, she ran into Eddie, who was the first to see the ambulance pull up to the school and being his nosy self, had to know what was going on.

“Hey! You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just had a moment is all. But I’m good now,” she said unconvincingly.

“You sure? What brought that on, anyway?” he asked, pressing the issue.

“I mean, I think I’m just stressed,” Tara said in a half truth. “I messed up and don’t have a ride home after rehearsal, but—“

The warning bell rang.

“I gotta go!”

Rehearsal thankfully was the one thing in her day that didn’t go horribly wrong. She said goodbye to her fellow dancers and prepared herself to walk home. It couldn’t be helped. She didn’t have a choice.

Or so she thought. She heard a whistle and turned her attention to see Eddie standing by that van she saw pick her brother up and drop him off from school, putting 2 and 2 together and realising it was his.

“Your chariot awaits, princess!”

“You really stayed for me?” Tara asked.

“I couldn’t leave you stranded here.”

“Oh wow. Thanks!”

“Of course, princess.”

Tara got in the van with Eddie and the two drove off.

“Did Tara just get in Eddie Munson’s van?” Summer asked, shocked.

“She sure did,” Kenzie replied.

“She is so gonna get raped.”

“So… rations?” Eddie asked.

“Rations?” Tara repeated, confused.

“Rations! Food! You hungry?”

“Oh! I could eat!”

“Good answer!”

The two pulled up to the Taco Bell drive through and Tara pulled out her wallet.

“Don’t even think about it, princess! Your money is no good here while I’m around.”

Tho two sat in Eddie’s van where they ate, shared stories of what happened in the time that they lost touch, and throughout the conversation, it was clear that Eddie was 100% a changed man and not the horrible bully he used to be.

“Again, really sorry for what a shithead I used to be,” Eddie reiterated.

“You’re forgiven,” Tara said with a smile.

“How gracious of you!” Eddie said, overdramatically plopping his head into her lap. “I have earned forgiveness and begun my redemption arc!”

Tara chuckled and the two were playfighting when she accidentally knocked over his leather jacket, revealing a copy of “The Hobbit” causing him to gasp.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” he exclaimed, quickly starting the van.

“What’s wrong?”

“Forgot to turn that back in! It’s due back today!”

Eddie was driving so frantically that he didn’t stop to remember that the library was still open for 3 more hours and he had plenty of time.

Eddie practically bum rushed the library with Tara following behind him.

“I need to turn this back in!” he said, slamming the book onto the desk before being bombarded with a sea of shushing.

“Well, well, well,” the librarian touted. “Once again. Not a minute late. And can I just say that it’s amazing that the town freak has a better understanding of library rules than One Dustin Henderson?” she asked in a passive aggressive tone.

“Wait, what did Dustin do?” Tara asked.

“Stole books. Breaks my heart to have to revoke his library card.”

“Wait! You can’t do that! You’d practically be killing him!” Tara protested.

“Those are the rules.”

“What if I brought the books back? Would you look the other way?”

That’s how Tara and Eddie ended up at “A Literal Haven” during the closing shift with a list of the books Dustin stole.

“So you work here?” Eddie asked curiously.

“I do!”

“Is it nice?”

“Yeah! It’s pretty cosy.”

Tara frantically gathered the books before letting out an exasperated sigh.

“One of them doesn’t have the same ISBN,” she grumbled.

That meant she wouldn’t be able to just take the replacements directly to the library.

She thought about what to do while Franklin wrung her up.

“Science books?” he asked. “That seems a bit different from your usual interests.”

“Well, to be honest, they’re not for me. This kid I babysit got into trouble with the library and I’m trying to get him out of trouble.”

“Ahhh, I see.”

After paying, Tara and Eddie got back into the van.

“I’ve got it!” Eddie said.

“Hmmm?” Tara asked.

“This Henderson kid. You could knock his door, give him the replacements and ask him to give back the ones he stole. Library looks the other way, he has his books. Everyone’s happy.”

“Eddie, you’re a genius!”

“I know.”

The duo made their to Dustin’s home to drop off the books and take the ones he stole back to the library.

Knock knock.

No answer.

“Hello?”

Tara looked and noticed Mrs. Henderson’s car wasn’t in the driveway. Clearly Dustin wasn’t home, either. Great.

“Looks like nobody’s home,” Eddie said.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Tara said before reaching under the decoy rock for the spare key.

“Hey, uh, fun fact I picked up from my dad’s arraignment. If you have a key, it’s still breaking and entering.”

“Which is why you’re going to stay in the van while I get the library copies so Dustin’s library card isn’t revoked,” Tara said, unlocking the door.

“For the greater good,” Eddie said. “I like it!”

Tara went inside with the stack of books to look for the ones he stole.

“That cheeky little twerp is gonna have an earful when I see him again,” Tara remarked.

Tara made her way to Dustin’s room where she saw the stack of books on his desk. There they were. Every single one of them.

Tara took the stack and replaced them with the books she bought and a note that read:

“Replaced these so you don’t lose your library card. You’re welcome.

-Tara”

She took note of the seemingly empty reptile tank.

“I thought Ringo died last summer,” she mumbled. Ringo, being Dustin’s pet gecko, who unfortunately reached the end of his 7 year lifespan on 8 June 1983.

She saw something move underneath the duvet that was covering the tank.

“He must have turned the heat lamp off. That poor thing is gonna freeze to death!” Tara turned the lamp on and removed the duvet.

In the blink of an eye, the tank’s glass shattered and an eldritch hiss rung out in her ears. Before she could process what happened, she felt an agonising chomp on her leg, causing her to scream bloody murder and collapse to the floor.

She looked up and saw what was unmistakably a baby troll that had bitten her leg. The creature crawled up her body, coming dangerously close to her face, before opening its respective face and hissing at her.

The creature lunged at her and Tara was certain that in that moment, she was a goner until Mews, the Henderson family cat, came to the rescue. Mews tackled the creature, taking it between his teeth by its neck and shook it violently, giving Tara the opportunity to crawl out of Dustin’s room, thankfully able to scrape together just enough psychic energy to close the door before she totally collapsed.

Blood ran out of her nose as her heart pounded in her ears. Part of her was worried about Mews, but she rationalised that he would be fine, recounting that time he, as a month old kitten, killed a possum twice his size with no issue. It was the troll who was finished, she thought.

Tara heard Eddie rush up the stairs to tend to her while she caught her breath.

“What the hell happened?” he asked.

“Something bit me! I think it might have been a raccoon or a possum. I don’t know! I didn’t get a good look at it!”

“Ouch! That looks bad! We gotta get you to a hospital.”

“No! It’s not that bad! I just need to go home and rest!”

“Tara, I’d be a really shitty person if I just took you home.”

“I’M NOT GOING TO THE HOSPITAL EVER!” Tara boomed.

“Okay,” Eddie said, raising his hands. “Can you meet me half way and do urgent care?”

“Fine,” Tara relented.

At the facility, the nurses and doctor who examined Tara pretty much told her the same thing.

“Miss Newman, you need to go to the emergency room. You tested negative for rabies. We’ll dress the wound to protect it until you get there, but this injury is serious. We don’t have the tools here to properly treat it.”

“Oh. Okay. I’ll have my friend drive me there.”

“Yeah. Do that.”

“What’s the verdict, princess?” Eddie asked.

“They were able to treat the wound. Turns out it wasn’t that serious. I just need to go home and sleep.”

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart.”

Once they got back to the house, Eddie carried her upstairs to her bed.

“How is it that you’re able to carry me? You and I literally weigh exactly the same.”

“It’s not about what you weigh, it’s about weight distribution,” he declared, setting her onto her bed.

“I need to get my nightgown,” Tara said, starting to get up.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Eddie tutted. “Allow me.”

Eddie got the white nightgown and began to help Tara undress when the worst possible thing that could happen in this moment happened.

“The fuck are you doing with my girl, freak?”

The two looked over to see a very angry Billy with a cigarette in his mouth.

#stranger things #stranger things oc #hawkinsona #hawkins #stranger things fanfic #tara newman #daniel newman #eddie munson #hawkins high #stranger things 2 #billy hargrove #billy hargove smut

0 notes

ragingbookdragon · 3 years

Text

What Is A Mother, But The Woman Who Loves Us Most?

A Batmom x Batfamily One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: I know there is a story like this already (by a different author) but I should preface that this is a story that I posted a year or so before but deleted my previous blog last year, so it's not going to seem like it. I haven't copied any ideas, this is my own that I posted a year or so ago, and re-posting again now. -Thorne

You are not my mother!

The loathing words came out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he watched the cave go deathly quiet around him. Everyone's eyes were wide, even hers, but a millisecond later, they set in a hard stare as she stood straight, her jaw tightening.

She nodded, staring at him. "You're right Damian. I'm not Talia al Ghul. I'm not your mother. But I will tell you what I am." She raised her left hand, flashing the silver wedding ring on her finger. "I'm your father's wife. And what I tell you to do in this manor is what I expect from you."

He shook his head in anger, glaring at her. "This is my father's manor!"

"No Damian, this is the Wayne Manor. And I've been, to use a rather weathered term, the lady of the house for almost fifteen years. Long before you were even a thought in Talia's mind." He stopped and she crossed her arms. "I may not be your mother, but you are a child and your father and I are the adults. When you turn eighteen, you can make all the decisions you want. Until then, what we say goes."

His lips drew in a taut line and she added, "I've already talked about it to Bruce. You're not allowed on patrol after what happened at the gala. If you want to complain to him about it, he's going to tell you the same thing." Her eyes shifted to the others, then she looked back at him one last time before turning around and walking up the stairs.

When she was gone, he let out a shout in anger and threw silver coffee pot against the cave wall. It hit the wall with a clang and dropped, rolling on the ground a few times as it spilled its contents, much like his mood.

He felt their eyes on them and he whipped his head up, glaring at them. "What?!"

Tim and Jason simply narrowed their eyes at him, but Dick walked forward and knelt in front of him. "Kiddo, that wasn't a nice thing to say to mom."

Damian scoffed at him before shoving past, climbing up the stairs. “Like the three of you haven't said that to her before." There was no return to his statement, giving him all the answer, he needed.

***

He stepped out of the study stretching his arms and listening to the sound of his bones popping before he shifted, moving towards the door. The boys had left a few minutes earlier to catch a rerun of an episode of Vikings, leaving him alone in the cave.

Alfred walked up to him, handing him a sweater before motioning to the door. "Mrs. Wayne has taken a seat out on the patio. I suspect you'll wish to see her."

Bruce nodded, taking the sweater from him before thanking him and moving out of the study and towards the patio. He crossed into the living room as he did, stopping to stare at his four sons passed out on the couch. The TV was still going, so he leaned down, gently taking the remote from Dick's hand and shutting it off.

He set the remote down and started his path again, but stopped when he heard, "You going to check on mom?" He turned around, looking at a his oldest.

Bruce nodded, taking in the sight of Dick’s arms wrapped around all of his brothers. “After you boys told me what happened, I thought I should talk to her about it."

Dick nodded, reaching up and rubbing his eyes, careful not to wake the others beside him. "He didn't mean it...he'll see that when he gets over being angry."

Bruce nodded and leaned over, ruffling his hair. “Tell Jason that you two should stay at the manor tonight...it's too late for you to head home anyway."

Dick started to argue, but a look from his father and quick, “Your mother would have a fit if you two tried to drive home now or later…you know that.”

His son nodded and Bruce turned around once more, this time making his way to the dimly lit patio. His hand curled around the cool metal handle of the sliding glass door, and he quietly opened it, stepping out onto the deck. She lay on the porch swing, covered by a heavy hound’s tooth blanket, with a barely full wine glass in her hand.

He walked towards her and bent over, picking up the wine bottle; he shook it lightly before quipping, "I can't believe you've drank an entire bottle in one sitting."

As if finally noticing his presence, she tipped her head lazily to him and mumbled, "It's empty?"

He snorted and tipped the bottle upside down. "As it was the day before it was bottled."

Bruce paused and grinned as she huffed a laugh and brought the glass she had in her hand up to her mouth. He watched her down the rest of her red wine before she set the glass on the table; he set the bottle beside it and shifted her forward, easing his way behind her until they were both comfortable. She rested her back against his chest, her head dropping against his shoulder. His arms came up around her as he pulled the blanket up to her neck, keeping her warm.

He was quiet for a second then he murmured, "...The boys told me what happened earlier."

There was a moment of silence, then she whispered, "I know I should be used to it after hearing it come from each of them..." She stopped, then continued with, "But it still stings to hear it."

A sad smile crossed his lips as he pressed his lips to her temple. "Of course it stings (Y/N)...you're their mother and you love them." After he didn't receive a response from her, he tipped his head and looked down. "(Y/N)? Love?" She turned her head, and he took in the sight of the tears in her eyes; his face fell at the sight and he brought a hand up, cupping her cheek. "Oh…sweetheart."

(Y/N) choked out a sob and pressed her face into the crook of his neck as she clenched a hand in his sweater. Bruce rested his chin on the top of her head as he rubbed her back, comforting her with quiet words.

***

Damian watched them from the screen door, feeling his heart clench in his chest at the sight of (Y/N) sobbing. He swallowed thickly and stepped back, only to come into contact with someone—something. He let out a quiet gasp and spun around, seeing Dick staring sadly out at his parents, Tim and Jason behind him doing the same.

Damian looked at them and whispered, "What are you three doing?"

Dick glanced at him briefly before motioning to them. "We heard the sliding door open, and we went to listen."

"I didn't know you were eavesdroppers."

A hand came up and cuffed him upside the head; he held his head, glaring at Jason who bit out, "Shut up, two-bit. You were eavesdropping too."

Damian opened his mouth to retort, but shut it and turned back around, looking at her. A moment passed, then he mumbled, "You said the same thing I did." He looked up at his brothers, who wore clouded expressions; each of them nodded after a few seconds, and he asked, "What happened?"

Dick was the first to speak, remembering a time from when he was a mere ten years old.

***

He stomped angrily through the house, not even caring about her following him; she called after him repeatedly. "Dick. Dick, honey, stop for a second."

He didn't listen, still moving. "No! You grounded me!"

"And I grounded you for a reason. You deliberately disobeyed me." He grunted at her and she called out, her voice ringing with authority, "Richard John Grayson. Not another step young man." He stopped at it and she continued, "You left the cave tonight and went on patrol without asking. As your mom-"

He spun around, his eyes angered as he spit, "You're not my mom! Stop acting like it!" Her mouth shut, and her eyes went wide from the declarations.

She blinked, obviously stunned at his words, and she stared down at her hands murmuring, "I may not be your real mother...but I...I am...I..." She drew off, bringing a hand up to wipe at her cheek. Dick's widened when she looked up at him, and he saw the tears beginning to spill, running down her cheeks.

He raised his hands out to her. "Wait! I—I didn't mean it!"

(Y/N) looked down and she brought a hand up to her mouth, moving past him, letting out a broken, 'excuse me'. He watched her go past him, then a few moments later, Bruce walked into the room and he turned to him.

"Bruce!" Bruce looked down at him, taking in the sight of Dick, who was almost in tears.

The lecture he had ready for him went out the window as he squatted in front of Dick. "Dick?"

The boy looked up at him, tears filling those big blue eyes. "I—I messed up B-Bruce."

He reached out a hand, wiping his tears away. "What happened Dick?"

Dick lowered his head and he whispered, "I a—accidently told (Y/N) that she wasn't my m-mom."

Bruce sighed at him and murmured, “Oh, Dick." The boy began to sob, and Bruce reached out, pulling him into a hug. "It's okay, bud."

***

Dick looked at her and murmured, "I've never forgotten the look she gave me after I said it to her..." He looked down at Damian, and said, "And neither has she."

Jason nodded at that. "I'm sure she's never forgotten how I left the cave telling her I had to go find my real mom.

***

"What are you looking at baby?"

He jerked forward, clicking the screen to minimize the images. "Nothing!" He spun around to see her walking towards him, an amused smile on her face.

"And I'm assuming that nothing is not important?" She questioned.

He nodded. "Not at all."

She stared at him until he sighed and turned around, clicking the screen to reveal the images of the three women; she walked up to him. "Who are these women?"

He pointed to each one. "Sharmin Rosen, Lady Shiva, and Sheila Haywood."

(Y/N) nodded, looking at them. "They're very pretty women." She paused and looked at him. "But why are you looking at them." He dropped his gaze and picked at his fingers. "Jason? Hon?"

He looked back up at her. "One of them is my mom."

Her eyes widened as she said, "Like...your biological mom?"

He nodded. "I found out after I went back to my old apartment." He looked between the screen and (Y/N). "I'm gonna track them down." She was silent, her eyes moving to the screen, and he turned to her, rising from the chair. "I have to go find them...I have to go find my real mom."

***

"And those were the last words I ever said to Ma." They stared at Jason as he leaned against a table by the door. "And it got a lot worse when I came back...I said horrible things to Ma...about her not caring...about her not being a mother." He went silent and shook his head. "I fucked up a lot of things between us for a good couple years."

Tim watched him, then nodded. "I hadn't even realized I'd actually said it to mom...it was such an offhanded comment that I didn't even know what I said until she was gone."

***

He barely registered the sound of his bedroom door opening, let alone the sound of her footsteps as she walked up to him. He did, however, hear the disappointment in her tone as she said, "Timmy...you need to go to bed."

He shook his head, typing on the keyboard. "I'm fine."

"Honey, you've been awake for almost forty-eight hours." She rested a hand on his shoulder. "It's not good for your body if you stay up like this."

"I'm fine. Really, I'm good."

She squeezed his shoulder, the other hand reaching out to close the laptop. "You'll be good when you're asleep in bed." Skimming the top of this laptop, she stopped when his curled around her wrist.

He turned to her and said, "Will you stop mothering me? I'm fine. I don't need your help."

He let go of her and turned back to the screen, barely registering the way she quietly whispered, “Alright Timmy...goodnight”, and walked out of his room.

***

"The only reason I actually realized what I said was after a few minutes, I realized that she hadn't told me she loved me after saying good night." He paused, digging a groove into the carpet with his toes. "Mom didn't say anything about it the next day, but I could tell that something had shifted. She was more reserved when it came to me." He looked at Damian. "Look, I know you and I don't get along, but I'm going to tell you something brother to brother. Go apologize to mom and tell her that you didn't mean it."

It was all he said before he looked at the others and waved. "I'm going to bed.

Jason soon followed saying, "I'm with Timbers. I'm gonna go crash."

The two of them began making their way to their rooms when the sound of the screen door opening and closing brought their attention back. They looked towards it, seeing Bruce carrying (Y/N), her head pressed against his chest.

He stopped when he saw them, his surprised look giving way to a hard expression. "Were you four watching?" They all started making excuses, but he shushed them, nodding at their sleeping mother; they shut their mouths and he brought his foot back, sliding the door closed.

"Is mom alright?"

Bruce looked at Dick and nodded. "She's fine. Wine drunk...but fine." He looked down at Damian. "(Y/N) does a lot for all of us. You owe her an apology when she wakes up." Damian nodded, watching as he walked past them, carrying her up the stairs to their bedroom.

***

The dull throb in her head told her the migraine was something she was going to need some aspirin, water, and a heavy blanket to block out the light to fix. She groaned lightly as she burrowed her face in her pillow, then she opened her eyes and looked around the room.

Immediately, she took in the sight of the four of her boys curled up like cats in the bed with her. A smile graced her lips and she reached down beside her hip, running a hand over Tim's head; he shifted in his sleep, burying his face in her side and she struggled to bite back the laugh that wanted to come out. She reached over again and ran her hands through Dick and Jason's hair, watching them do the same.

She smiled at them, then a voice sounded from beside her. "Are you awake, Umi?" (Y/N) looked to her side, seeing Damian curled up beside her. Bruce's broad shoulders made him look so tiny from where he was laying and she nodded, raising a hand and caressing his head.

"I'm awake, sweetheart." He nodded, then moved under her arm, resting his head on her shoulder. Her arm settled comfortably around him, and she brought up her hand, gently running her fingers through his short hair.

After a few moments he whispered, "...I'm sorry, Umi."

Her response was to press her lips to his forehead, and murmur, "I know, baby."

He swallowed thickly, feeling the beginnings of tears gathering in his eyes. "I didn't mean to say it."

She nodded; her lips still pressed to his forehead. "I know you didn't, sweetheart. It was something said in anger."

He moved to sit up, looking up at her as he whispered harshly, "But I have hurt you! I made you cry! I...did this." He dropped his gaze, closing his eyes, and (Y/N) watched the tears begin to fall down his cheeks. He looked back up at her a few seconds later and said, "You are my mother, Umi...you are the only mother I've known."

(Y/N) shifted, careful not to wake her sons, then she cupped Damian's cheeks in her hands. "Baby...it's okay...I'm not angry at you."

He shook his head in her grip. "But you're sad because I said you weren't my mother."

(Y/N) brushed her thumbs under his eyes, wiping away the tears. "We all say things that we don't mean." He looked up at her and she searched his eyes. "What matters is that when they are said, we try our best to fix what we've done wrong."

Damian nodded his head and whispered, "I'm sorry, Umi."

A sad smile crossed her lips and she leaned forward, kissing his forehead. "I am too, baby." She pulled away and brushed his cheeks again. "I still love you though...with all my heart."

"You do? Even after what I said?"

(Y/N) nodded, pulling him to her; he rested his head under her chin, and she wrapped her arms around him as she murmured, "The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness." She brought up a hand, caressing the side of his head as she whispered, "Each of you has told me as some point that I am not what I am. But I know deep down that none of you meant it. And each time I heard it, it hurt...but forgiveness is a good thing when used."

"To err is human...to forgive...divine."

She smiled at his quote and squeezed him gently. "I love you, Damian...my beautiful baby boy."

The feeling of tears gathered in his eyes, but he blinked them away, his hand clenching in her shirt as he replied, "I love you too, Umi."

There was a moment of silence between them until, "How come the demon-spawn gets all the love? We were here first."

Damian raised his head, glaring at Tim. "I am Umi's favorite, Drake."

"The hell you are, Tater-tot. If anyone's the favorite, it's me."

"I think you're wrong, Little-wing. Iwas the first. I'm the favorite."

"No one asked you, dickhead."

"Mom! Jason called me a mean name!"

"Stop mocking me!"

"Mom!"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes at her two oldest as they began to shove at each other, and eventually, Tim and Damian got into the mess, and she watched their fists and feet fly at each other.

A grunt sounded from beside her and she looked down to see her husband glaring at her. "You just had to get them going this early, didn't you, Mrs. Wayne?"

(Y/N) let out a 'pfft' and leaned down, pressing her lips to his before laying her head on his arm, their foreheads touching. "Yeah...but I know that when they're fighting like this, they're giving each other love."

"Tough love."

She snorted and tickled his side, feeling him jerk away. "But love nonetheless."

He opened his mouth to respond, but the sound of someone grunting cut him off. "Mom! Jason won't let me out of this headlock!"

"Mom! Jason won't let me-"

"STOP MOCKING ME, JASON!"

"You're unbearable, Drake! I am Umi's favorite!"

"Keep telling yourself that, oompa-loompa."

"I am not an oompa-loompa!"

(Y/N) sighed and looked at her husband. "Never a dull morning, is it Mr. Wayne?"

He grinned at her but grunted when one of them hit his side. "No, it's not Mrs. Wayne. No, it is not."

4K notes · View notes

selenesheart · 3 years

Text

astonished // d.m.

word count: 1.9k words

warnings: smut, oral sex (male receiving), innocent looking reader, best friends au, dirty talk, wet dream, praises, naughty thoughts.

summary: draco never thought the innocent y/n would give such an amazing blowjob.

a/n: thanks to @silverdelirium for telling me to write ily

—————

“oh yeah! just like that,” draco groaned as he held your hips tightly, the side of your face pressed against the mattress harshly by his hand. his hips coming in contact with yours, clapping sounds could be heard from where the two of you connected.

heavy breathing, sweaty hands, and a very visible boner. those were the things draco woke up to. lately, he’s been having these sweet dreams that involved you getting naked at the end.

the blonde groaned as he rubbed his eyes tiredly, he couldn’t control it, the thought of shagging you until you were breathless, it always came back. even it the worst times possible.

he felt guilt swirl at the pitch of his stomach, embarrassment fulfilled his body at the many times he’d dreamed about you, on that little skirt of yours.

he felt bad, yet he could help but imagine those little innocent eyes of yours, or how you would look with your fingers going in and out of you repeatedly.

he was sure that you had little to no experience in the sexual world. considering the fact that he had watched boys and girls give you useless hints, and joked about their sex life, yet you gave no reactions to those conversations, having no clue of what any of that meant, or so he thought.

────

“why don’t you shag her, then?” blaise spoke shortly after draco explain his situation to his best friend. “shh! no, I’m not doing such thing.” draco shushed blaise, he wasn’t really trying to get humiliated in the middle of breakfast.

“you know y/n,” draco sighed “she’s not really into that type of stuff.” said draco, the thought of telling you rushing in his mind, but quickly waving it off as he saw you walk in the great hall, with that bright smile, and those angelic features.

“how do you know?” asked blaise.

“pardon?”

“how do you know if she’s not into that type of stuff? I mean sure, she looks like she wouldn’t kill a soul, but again, it doesn’t mean she’s has a limited sex life.” he advised draco, who seemed to be deep in thought.

draco watched as you took sat with your friends, a few tables always from his.

blaise could be right. but he was too much of a coward to actually talk to you about such things, despite the fact that you know him like the back of your hand.

draco never imagined that his sweet, innocent best friend would even dare to be on her knees for someone. he felt his pants tighten at the thought of your beautiful body, sinking on your knees for him, glassy eyes looking up at him, mouth full of his heavy cock.

he took a deep breath as he gripped his silver spoon, he felt dizzy, and with shaky hands, he dismissed himself from breakfast. this girl would be the death of him.

────

“y/n!” your friend called “you’ve been staring at the same spot for more than thirty minutes,” they spoke quietly. blinking a few times, you tore your eyes from the blonde’s empty chair. wondering why would draco miss his favourite class? only if you knew.

you were worried for him. these past few weeks, he’d been avoiding you, acting a bit odd. sometimes you’d catch his eyes looking at you, analyzing every move you made. still, you would deliver him a sweet smile before returning to whatever your current task was.

sometimes, you wished those warm smiles, and the glances the two of you shared across the room meant something and the times where he would hold your hand under the table made you feel warm inside. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t think of the handsome blonde while your fingers were inside you.

often, you would think about how his mesmerizing eyes would hold eye contact while his dick would enter you roughly and fuck you senselessly until all you could do is mumble a few breaths of malfoy’s.

maybe this was wrong. yet you couldn’t help but have wild thoughts about your so-called best friend.

────

you took a deep breath before knocking on draco’s door, hoping that he would be alone at the moment. you played with your fingers while waiting, you bit your bottom lip slightly as you saw the dark door open with a tired draco behind it.

merlin, did he look good.

with slightly wet hair, pajama pants on, accompanied by a simple white shirt. if you didn’t know better, you would say that you could see the outline of his abs through his thin shirt. you let out a breath before speaking again.

“can— can we talk?” you asked quietly, you watched as draco’s jaw muscles flexed. he let you in his cold dorm as he eyed you for a second, taking your appearance in.

you had a night slip covering your body, considering that it was almost curfew, you just wanted to have a small talk with him before heading to your room. it took all of him to not stare at your cleavage for more than a second.

“what do you want to talk about?” he said nervously, maybe you had used the legilimency spell on him and read of all his naughty thoughts about her getting naked with him. or perhaps…

“why are you avoiding me draco?” the way his name left your mouth was intoxicating. he furrowed his brows, walking closer to you. you felt small under his presence.

“i’m not!”

“yes, you are”

“no, i am not”

“what did i do wrong?” you questioned your best friend, maybe it had something to do with the way you treated him in the past.

“what? nothing, you did nothing wrong. it’s just that—” his voice died as he closed his eyes, he took a deep breath. he didn’t really want to tell you how he felt about you. what if you left and never came back to his life? he didn’t want to risk it.

“it’s just what? tell me draco,” you raised your voice unexpectedly “tell me what’s wrong so I can help you.” you said sweetly. he hated the way you could still be sweet even when you just finished yelling at him.

“it’s nothing, I swear!” he raised his voice immediately “how about we talk in the morning, hm?” he hummed, trying to save his embarrassment for the next day.

“just tell me what’s going on so I can go!” you yelled, anger and frustration building up in your body. your eyes looking directly at his. you were extremely close now.

“fine!” he yelled, you could practically see the smoke coming out of his ears “I’ve had wet dreams about you and… I still do, okay?” he admitted, he groaned as he rubbed his temple in frustration.

“and I know you’re not quite familiar with—” he tried to explain himself before you cut him off.

“draco” you breathed, you took his face in your hands. hesitantly, you brought your lips to his, kissing him slowly but firmly. after the two of you parted lips, he looked lost of words.

“do you trust me?” you asked with a tiny smile on your face. he nodded, still dumbfounded by the breathtaking kiss you just gave him.

soon, the two of you were devouring each other. lips, tongues connected as you took your time taking off your night slip dress. when it was off draco wasted no time on caressing one of your soft breasts, rolling your hardening nipple between his fingers. finally feeling the tits he always imagines while stroking himself at night.

you disconnected your lips from his as he took his shirt off, muscular, smooth chest on display. your hand traveled from his chest to his lower stomach. palming his growing cock through his pants.

he breathed out your name when you got on your knees, holding his long legs for support. he began telling you that you didn’t have to do this if you didn’t want to before you shushed him. you placed small kisses over his crotch, smiling slightly as you felt it twitch against your lips.

you hooked your fingers in his pants, bringing his pajama pants down along with his underwear. you observed his heavy dick with parted lips, it looked delicious. your hand came in contact with the tip as your eyes went up to his face. innocent eyes looking up at him.

the fact that you still looked innocent drove him crazy, it made the desire for you grow. he felt filthy, yet he couldn’t help but made him want to destroy you and that little innocent face.

“you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” you spoke so close to his dripping tip, he could feel your breath against it. he fought the urge of grabbing the back of your head and shoving his whole length down your throat.

your lips came in contact with his tip, sucking on it roughly, taking draco off guard. you were doing so good, mind-blowing good actually. he never imagined you would be so skillful with your mouth.

you took more of his cock in your mouth, your hands working on the rest of his length. then, you took all of him in, his tip pressed against your throat as his fingers made their way down your head, guiding you up and down while he threw his head back.

“you’re doing— oh— so good” he groaned lowly, one of his hands flew to his bed’s poster for support. you moaned against him at the praise, his word making you clench your thighs.

the blonde thrusted his hips, making you gag loudly, tears threatening to escape your eyes. draco caressed the side of your face lovingly like your mouth wasn’t full of his dick.

your hand made its way to his aching balls, folding them, as you hollowed your cheeks, making draco moan loudly.

“fuck! you’re so good to me,” his mouth opened, however, there was no sound coming out of it. he felt his high coming quickly.

you released a hand from him, taking it up until you were feeling his abs, you could feel how his muscles flexed against your skin from the pleasure. he was cumming soon.

you grabbed one of draco’s hands and guided it down to your chest so he could feel your desperate breasts. he saw stars the moment his fingers tips came in contact with your hard nipple, he grabbed your tit roughly as his prick twitched uncontrollably.

before you knew it, your best friend’s cum was dripping down your throat, stuffing your mouth with his warm cum as he moaned loudly from the pleasure you gave him.

your tongue collected all of the remaining liquid. draco felt like he was dreaming, his kind, innocent best friend just sucked him off like a fucking goddess. even if he was dreaming, he would surely wank off to whatever this was in the future.

with his hands still on top of your breasts, you opened your mouth to show him that you had swallowed all of his cum. his eyes grew dark.

“oh merlin,” he sighed as he felt his dick hardened once more.

—————

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader #draco smut #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy angst #draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader smut #draco x you #draco malfoy one shot #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy x best friend!reader #draco malfoy x you #harry potter series

2K notes · View notes

whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

Text

original idea, m | kth

pairing(s): taehyung x reader

summary: Your boyfriend, Kim Taehyung, is observant. He noticed you started your period today and picked up your favorite can of sweet Thai tea on his way back from visiting his best friend Park Jimin. How nice of him until he asks you mid-gulp if he can go in raw.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; unprotected period sex, do not do this unless you absolutely trust the other person; established relationship; low-key crack; lots of fluff; shower smut��(fem reader is on her period, handjob, unprotected, wall sex, creampie, doggy); non-idol!BTS, ft Jimin putting ideas in Taehyung's head, who would have guessed

“You started your period today.”

You cracked open the can of Thai tea you boyfriend handed you. “Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I saw the pad wrapper in the trash.”

“Oh.”

You took a large sip, thinking the conversation was over.

“Does that mean I can go in raw?”

You nearly spit out the entire contents of your mouth. Instead, you choked and swallowed hard, coughing and sputtering. “What?”

Kim Taehyung expression didn’t change. “Does that mean I can go in–?”

You held up your hand, coughing wildly, hacking the words out. “I heard what you said, I just can’t believe you said it, who the fuck?”

Taehyung seemed to understand and nodded, dark brown hair falling over his forehead.

“Oh, right. I was talking to Jimin and he mentioned–”

Oh, of course, how could you not guess, Taehyung’s best friend Park Jimin was putting ideas in Taehyungie’s little noggin and now murdering you as you struggled to breathe.

“–that it could be possible, because you’re right, it’s too early to have kids and having a monetary plan to prepare is a better idea–”

You were glad that Taehyung was interested in finances when it came to having children but he sure picked a weird ass time to agree with your sensibilities.

“–but I love having sex with you, so I was telling Jimin I haven’t been in raw yet and I completely understand that you prefer condoms over hormones since that might affect your mental state and I don’t like the idea of only you doing something like that to yourself anyway, it doesn’t seem fair–”

You were still processing the fact that Taehyung had told Jimin he hadn’t been in raw. What the fuck?! At least he loved having sex with you. You were staring at Taehyung slack-jawed, but he was scrunching up his face, trying to remember the rest of the conversation.

“–and Jimin mentioned, ‘hey, at least you can do it when she’s on her period, it’ll add more lubrication and it might even be better for her,’ so I was wondering if we could try it, if you’re interested.”

Silence.

You still hadn’t picked your jaw off the floor.

Taehyung opened his eyes and smiled at you. “Hm? What do you think?”

Okay, you very much enjoyed Taehyung’s eager, boxy smile, so that unfroze you, but you still blurted out your next question in sheer shock.

“Why did you tell Jimin you’ve never been in raw?!”

He blinked, tilting his head. “It just came up.”

You looked around, expecting Jimin to pop out and tell you you’ve been pranked. He did not.

“…. H-How…? Actually, don’t tell me, I’m going choose ignorance…” you mumbled, now taking another long sip of your Thai tea, but more like a swig and wishing it was forty-percent alcohol.

“But what do you think though?” Taehyung persisted, leaning down with his tilted head to try and catch your eye. “Do you wanna try? It might be nice!”

You looked down.

Someone was thinking about it for sure.

You looked back up.

Taehyung smiled at you innocently with a massive tent in his pants.

You stared into those big brown eyes and sighed.

“Ah… probably not. It’s going to be so messy and dirty and cleaning up is going to be such a bitch… I’m sorry, Tae, but I don’t think…”

“So…”

You stood under the showerhead, your hair wet and sticking to your forehead.

“So.”

Hey, in your defense, you were also curious.

Taehyung chewed on his lip, watching you inquiringly. “Hey, we don’t have to. I was being kinda pushy… but…”

You scratched your head, moving your wet hair out of your eyes. “Ah, it’s okay, I understand, I just… it feels wrong, you know? Aren’t you grossed out?”

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “Mmm, at first? But the more I think about it, the more I think, well, isn’t it natural? And you have to deal with it every month for many, many years, right? Plus, when we have children, they’re going to come out of you slightly, erm…” He made a little bit of a face but shook his head, spraying water everywhere from his dark wet hair. “Anyway, it’s not too bad. We’re in the shower. You like it when we do stuff in the shower,” Taehyung added brightly.

You contained your laughter, giving him a hopeless smile. “Why are you acting so weird?”

Now Taehyung turned red, his deep tan skin flushing, eyes shifting from side to side. “Um…”

You tilted your head.

He shot you a quick glance and mumbled under his breath.

“Idon’tknowhowlongI’mgonnalastIalreadydon’tlastthatlong.”

“What?”

He chewed on his lip.

“Nothing.”

“Oh.”

You reached up and pushed your hair back, swimsuit-supermodel style, and now Taehyung was doing more than glancing, he was observing very closely and very intently under wet strands of dark brown hair, curling around his strong features and moody brown eyes, his lips parting slightly, probably unnoticed on his part.

Looking like a fish wasn’t exactly an image Taehyung himself considered sexy.

Secretly, you enjoyed it because it meant he wasn’t conscious of what he looked like and was too distracted by your actions and your body to do so.

You smiled. “Why were you talking to Jimin about something like that anyway?”

Taehyung stiffened as you neared, biting his lip. “Ah, well…” He frowned slightly. “You’re so good at certain… things… It’s kind of frustrating for me… sometimes. I want to be better.”

Now you hesitated. “What are you talking about? Haven’t I taught you a lot of things? And you learn quickly and are amazing once you get the hang of it.”

His lips twisted into a small pout.

“For once, I’d like to teach you something.” He let out a small puff. “Or at least suggest something you’ve never heard of before.”

You blinked at him.

“Er… going in raw isn’t exactly a new concept… rather… that’s the original idea of dick and pussy in the first place…”

Taehyung scrunched up his face. “I know that, argh… I just mean… ah…” He trailed off, baritone voice now unsure and unsteady.

You saw he was rapidly losing confidence and you placed a hand on his chin, lightly lifting it with your knuckle. “Hey, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I want to try it. I just thought you wouldn’t like it, because… I mean… Period blood isn’t sexy per se… And I’m certainly not sexy during that time of the month…” You frowned uneasily, lowering your hand, but now Taehyung raised your chin, smiling at you.

“Don’t be silly. You’re always sexy.”

He leaned in, smile morphing into a smirk.

“Also, your boobs get bigger during that time of month, so I always appreciate that.”

Your eyes widened. “You noticed?”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “Of course, I noticed. I keep close tabs on your boobs.”

“Close tabs? Do you record the size in a notebook or something?”

He chuckled, tapping his temple with his free hand, the other sliding down your chin, tracing the contours of your neck and collarbones. “Mental notes. I remember all the important stuff. Your boobs are on the top of the list.”

Your cut in with your inquiring quips. “My ass? My mouth? My hands? My pussy?”

Taehyung frowned slightly and placed his large hand on your breast, kneading it as if he needed comfort. “Okay, near the top, but don’t make me order them, it’s too difficult.”

You grinned. “That makes me feel better.”

He breathed out in relief. “Whew, that’s good–mphf!”

You seized the moment and pushed him into the wall, pressing your wet body into his, your tongue snaking out and lightly flicking against his lips, taking advantage of his surprise and the beauty of his widened eyes to kiss him firmly, falling into his warmth. It took him a second to compose himself, tipping his head down to take charge of the kiss, squeezing your breast and running his thumb over your hard nipple, but you placed your palms flat on the shower wall and resisted him, dancing your tongue between his lips and not letting him catch it, smirking at the growl he made in frustration.

“We were having a moment,” he muttered.

“Mmm, I know, but I want my moment with him.”

Your fingers ghosted his thigh and he sucked in a breath as your hand closed around his cock, not quite hard yet but getting there, especially after your hand came into contact with it. You feathered kisses on his lips as you stroked his length, nice and slow, his other hand coming up to cup both breasts, panting softly, hot breath on your lips.

“You’re too quick…”

“Can’t waste too much water,” you chuckled. “And…”

You kissed up his jaw, adjusting your body to get a better angle, licking his skin lightly and feeling the vibration and depth of his moan under your tongue and lips, whispering gently into his ear.

“It’s kind of hard to focus when you’re so handsome, Tae.”

He let you have the moment, tipping his head down so your teeth could catch his ear, nipping at it lightly, contrasting with the pace of your hand, firm and intense, shivering at the thickness and the weight in your palm, savoring the taste of his skin, moaning into his ear, long and sensual, everything he liked and more, his head turning, black-brown eyes looking down at you under lashes covered in small droplets, adding to his already ethereal appearance.

“Let me…”

He leaned in, not finishing his sentence, kissing you long and deep and sweet, changing your positions, but you didn’t let go, toying with his tongue. He made a small tch sound of annoyance, shifting his hips, picking up one of your legs.

“Ah, w-wait…”

“Why?” he chuckled. “You don’t wanna wait. I can tell.”

You tried to hide the smirk, but it came out.

Smugness just refused to be hidden.

Taehyung grinned against your lips. “Thought so.”

Your hand was already guiding him. “This isn’t going to be the optimal position for you to cum.”

“Good.”

You raised an eyebrow and he thrust up into your pussy.

You sucked in a breath, relaxing yet still stretched out. It did hurt slightly. Taehyung was sizable after all, in length and girth, but you had practice and muscle memory, and maybe (definitely) a pain kink.

What? It was fun getting stuffed with dick.

Especially when it was Taehyung’s dick.

You? You were fine.

Taehyung?

“Oh, fuck…!”

Er, maybe not?

He had such a cocky expression beforehand but the second he entered you, it instantly changed, sudden tension in his strong features, gasping as he slid in, surprisingly much easier than you expected, perhaps due to the consistency of the slippery blood, almost stopping halfway, but you didn’t let him, firmly grabbing his hips and yanking him towards you, his eyes rolling back, whining your name loudly, the volume and depth reverberating in the bathroom.

“You’re so t-tight… fuck… soft… oh, shit…”

You let him run through every expletive he knew, holding him firmly by his juicy ass, enjoying it too much, but thankfully Taehyung didn’t notice, eyes closed, head thrown back, dark wet hair curling around his cheekbones. He reached up and pushed it away from his face, exhaling hard, slowly opening his eyes, hazy and unfocused.

“Fuck… it feels so fucking good, you have no idea…” he shuddered, twitching inside you and moaning once more, body shaking so he had to plant his hands on the walls of the shower, volume increasing as you pulsed your muscles around his length. There was slight pain from cramps, but not from his cock, and you could ignore the dull ache and focus on the pleasure, slowly moving your hips and biting your lip, feeling the added slickness of your juices mixing with the blood.

You often cursed your period’s arrival, but maybe it was time to reconsider.

Always good to find the silver lining in things.

“Taehyung…”

You rolled your hips and he gasped, thrusting back lightly.

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he panted, swallowing hard. “Shit, it feels so fucking good, I can’t t-think…”

“I’ll tell you if it hurts,” you managed to say, pressing your hands into his ass and angling yourself to take him deeper, shoulder blades and head touching the shower wall, sighing in satisfaction.

“Alright, I’m gonna…”

He clenched his jaw, faster, harder, one hand coming down to grab a handful of your ass, you wrapping a leg around his and meeting him in the middle, increasing the depth of each thrust, both of you gasping at the tightness and the wetness, the messy slap and squelch echoing in the bathroom, water raining down on his broad back and spraying onto your chest, clenching around him so he could feel more, his eyelids fluttering, biting his lower lip, tendons on his neck popping out, and you realized he was trying not to cum, trying to hold back, so you gave his stiff length a particularly firm squeeze and Taehyung groaned, barely able to shoot you an incredulous look.

You grinned.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You felt it, his cock twitching and spilling into you, eyes widening at the sensation, not quite as strong as porn seemed to make it, but noticeable for sure, pushing out your juices in a rough sputter, loud and obscene, flinching as Taehyung’s hand quickly moved down, rubbing your clit, making you squirm and twist of his cock, almost falling off but he kept his other hand on your ass, digging his nails into the softness, holding you in place.

“Come on, come on, come on–”

It didn’t take much, you were already turned on by the fucking and then the sensation of being filled up, and you cried out, trying not to move your hips, the high peaking.

“Tae, fuck!”

Hot shivers and burning electricity tearing through your veins, jerking your hips forward and tightening around his cock, harsh throbs racking your body you came, pussy squeezing so hard that you felt his cock stiffen again, swelling and growing inside you as your orgasm roughly roused him back to life, both of you moaning at the sensation, feeling his cum and yours drip down your thigh, hearing it plop thickly onto the bathtub below and wash away, stunning both you and him at the lewd noise.

“Whoa…”

You panted hard, letting out a tense puff as he slid out of you.

“That felt… so fucking good…”

You thought for a moment, catching your breath. The pain your felt was only from cramps, although it seemed to be less now. Was that the ibuprofen? Or the euphoria of orgasm? You paused on consider the differences, chewing on your lip thoughtfully.

“I think for me it’s about the same? You feel very similar with and without a condom.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Not for me, you feel way better, I don’t know how I can go back, the condom is seriously a nerf…” he mumbled.

You shifted your eyes. “You didn’t last… the longest.”

His ears turned red.

“W… Well…”

“My pussy is pretty overpowered, maybe she needs the nerf.”

He sighed, frowning. “True… I still stand by the fact that it physically feels better, but more time to enjoy does even it out…”

You tapped your fist in your other palm. “Oh! Let’s do it from behind.”

He blinked. “Eh?”

But you were already turning around, Taehyung stumbling back, pushing the showerhead out of the way and pointing it towards the wall so he didn’t drown, audibly gasping as you bent over and presented your ass, hands spreading open your pussy with one fluid motion. You turned your head back and grinned.

“Yes?”

“Oh, fuck, yes.”

You felt him position the head against your opening and he pushed in, slow, steady, both you of moaning at the feeling, centimeter by centimeter, this position tighter, more heavenly, giving you added control over your muscles so you could pulsate around him. He inhaled sharply, gripping your hips and forcefully pushing in the rest of the way, bottoming out, balls smacking your clit.

“Stop t-that, fuck…”

You let go of your ass and placed one hand on the edge of the bathtub and the other on the wall.

Then you rocked your hips back.

“Ah, yes, Tae…”

“Are you trying to kill me? Oh, shit!”

You continued and Taehyung had no choice, fiercely grabbing your hips to try and get you to stop, but you were undeterred, so he had to ram his cock into you, exactly what you wanted, the sudden sensation of the head hitting you deeply rendering your speechless, and he had no time to gloat, too driven by lust and pleasure to taunt you even if he wanted to.

“A-ah, it’s good like this too, oh, fuuuck, yes, you always feel so fucking tight…”

He had a good rhythm and pace like this, deep, controlled, fast, making sure to give you the powerful thrusts you liked, loud, audible smacks of hips to ass, rough and wet, and you knew you had his cum inside you now along with yours and the added slickness of your period, and, sure, maybe someone found it gross, but in this second (and lucky all subsequent seconds involving this very behavior that would certainly continue at least once a month) you nor Taehyung gave a single fucking shit, pleasure flaring up your core, the dull ache of cramps forgotten, completely focused on the feeling of his cock entering you over and over, your hand on the wall curling into a fist, hitched breaths and flinching shivers taking over, clenching around him, oh fuck, his rock-hard, thick length plunging into your tight, wet hole, too much, so good, your thighs tensing from the overwhelming proximity of release.

“Taehyung, oh, fuck, you’re so good at f-fucking me…”

You could tell he wasn’t talking on purpose, probably clenching his jaw to last as long as possible, but he wasn’t going to last much longer because you smacked your palm into the tile wall, gasping his name loudly, shot into free-fall.

“Gonna cum, fuck!”

That was all the warning he got as your walls spasmed, brutally massaging his cock and he hissed your name, turning into a half-moan, half-whine as he yanked your hips down and slammed into your pussy, fully sheathing himself all the way up to his balls, his cock jolting and spilling his orgasm into you, his hands on your ass shaking so bad they seemed to be vibrating, gripping tighter and tighter, rolling his hips inside you and moaning, prolonging the euphoric feeling.

“S-So good… ah, yeeeeeees…”

It took him a while to still, breathing loud and hard, holding you in the bent over position, the additional time getting slightly awkward, but you waited it out, his grip finally loosening, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up, your pussy too wet and his cock giving up, sliding out, a mess of juices splattering out of you.

Good thing you were in the shower. Easy to clean up.

“It’s… too good…” Taehyung huffed, broad shoulder leaning against the wall to hold himself up, still clinging onto you. “Your pussy does need a nerf, but, fuck, I’m still gonna think about it all the time…”

“Good thing for you that my period lasts at least five days.”

Taehyung looked up to the sky and whispered his gratitude.

“I know you kind of hate it, but I’m still going to thank them.”

“Maybe I have a reason to hate it a little less now. It’s still inconvenient.”

“Yeah, but going in raw…”

Mmm, yeah, that still sounded weird. Oh well.

“You’re not going to tell Jimin, right?”

“You let him go in raw?!”

“Taehyung!”

masterpost

#taehyung x reader #taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyung x you #taehyung fluff #kim taehyung smut #kim taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x you

956 notes · View notes

butwhyduh · 3 years

Note

"There is only one bed" "Exes forced to work together" and "Accidentally cuddling in sleep" with homeboy Dickie please <3

There were certain members of the Titans who said Dick’s superpower was being friends with his exes. Not very many of them had ill feelings for him after breakup despite everything that happened in their relationship. You tried to be like them. Kori could laugh at his jokes while he dated Barbara. Zatanna would often give him an open mouth kiss when she saw him and yet had no interest in dating him again.

But you weren’t like that. You didn’t know how to act around him. Possibly because you didn’t exactly break up normally, or at all. He just disappeared. It had been for a mission but still. He could have called or talked to you afterwards. That’s why you were mad. It was inconsiderate, you thought as you ignored the tiny voice that told you that you couldn’t be normal around him because you still liked him.

And currently you were dying because you had teamed up with Dick on a mission. Both of your skill sets matched for the mission’s needs and so this is how you ended up at the front counter of a Swiss hotel high in the mountain trying to get 2 hotel rooms instead of one. Or even just another bed.

“Madame, I apologize but there is no other room at this hotel. We are very sorry for the mix up but this is all we have. The nearest hotel is 30 kilometers north so I have very little I can do. Again, I apologize,” said the man. “It is the busy season.”

You sighed. “That’s fine. I’m tired. It’ll be fine,” you said grabbing the keys a little rougher than necessary. Dick looked at the man apologetically before following you.

The hotel was actually really nice. Very traditional with red ornamental patterned rugs and golden brown beaded board halfway up the wall. A gold chandelier hung in the front entry. A bellboy carried your bags up to the room and let you in.

The room was just as nice but tiny. Barely had enough room for the bed and a small table with 2 chairs and a tv stand. A little closet sat behind door and the tiny window with covered in thick curtains.

You tossed your bag in the closet without a care and pulled off your shoes. You groaned and stretched your toes before flopping on the bed.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Dick said grabbing a pillow.

“No just get in bed. There isn’t enough floor to sleep on. It’ll kill your back to sleep weird,” you said with a yawn. Dick stood awkwardly. You hadn’t thought about it but you were probably his only awkward ex and he didn’t know what to do about it.

“You sure? I don’t wanna be in your space,” Dick said tentatively laying down the pillow. You patted the mattress.

“You could sleep in the room beside me and I think you’d still be in my face with how tiny these rooms are,” you said and he chuckled.

“Yeah, this hotel is probably like 500 years old or something,” he said laying down. He was on his edge of the bed and you on yours. “Did I ever tell you that we toured out here when I was a kid in the circus?”

You turned to look at him. “No you haven’t. What was it like?”

“It was cold but fun. My mom got mad when I tried to do flips barefoot in the snow,” he said with a laugh. “I was probably 6. She thought I was going to get deathly sick from the cold.”

“That sounds exactly like something a mom would say,” you said with a smile.

“I also remember one of the sword swallowers tried to learn the language to speak to all the pretty women that came to the shows but he learned Swedish instead,” Dick said and you both laughed.

“I bet that didn’t go well.”

“He got lucky and the first woman he talked to spoke Swedish! It was pretty funny,” Dick said with a yawn. “We should probably get some sleep.”

“Yeah,” you said and the pillow felt like heaven. Your eyelids felt heavy and before you knew it, you were asleep. Hours later you woke to light hitting your eyes through the curtains so you snuggled closer to get it out of your eyes. Arms that wrapped around you tightened a little and you felt a humming noise that threatened to put you back to sleep.

Hot breath against your cheek made you move again. This time you woke up to take in your surroundings. A collarbone. Arms around your back. Legs tangled in your own. You hadn’t taken anyone home last night. Who was that? You blinked before realizing that you were in Dick’s arms.

You pulled back a little and he whined in his sleep and held you tighter. His touch was warm and comforting and you almost wanted to be lulled back to sleep with him. But Dick wasn’t your boyfriend and you needed to move. You shifted again and he opened his eyes to look at you in surprise.

“Oh,” he said. You both froze. “Sorry,” Dick muttered before moving his hands away slowly. His didn’t scoot away from you.

You looked at him and the way he looked at you stopped you from moving. It was raw and unfiltered in the mornin light and he clearly wasn’t over you. He looked down at your lips before looking back at your eyes.

“Morning,” you said softly. You looked down as he licked his lips. They looked soft and shiny. You slid your hand to his arm. Almost painfully slow, Dick scooted closer to where your lips were almost touching. You inhaled a little faster than normal.

“Can I,” he said already hold his head slightly turned. You leaned up to meet his lips. Dick’s hands went back around to grip your waist. The kiss started out tentative but didn’t take long to deepen. He tasted the same as you remember and his touch was familiar and comforting.

After a little bit of you both laying on your sides, Dick laid back and pulled you on top of him. You straddled his hips and kissed him hard. Dick made a moan against your lips and gripped your thighs. You rubbed down against him. You could feel him grow hard in his thin sleep pants. Dick pulled back to breathe.

“Fuck baby,” he panted. You huffed out a laugh. “What?” He asked and you grinned.

“Still has the same weaknesses, I see,” you whispered and he chuckled before shrugging. You ground down on him and he inhaled quickly.

“Yeah but so do you,” he said before flipping you over and pinning your hands above your head. You gasped into a moan as he nipped at the spot behind your ear. Dick smirked against your skin. “Yep the same spot.”

“Hmmm using it against me,” you asked and he nodded.

“Always take advantage of weaknesses. That how I was taught,” Dick said. He bent and sucked hard on the spot and you pulled at his hands, wanting to put your hands in his hair. Dick kissed down your neck to your collar and nipped at your collarbone. You made a keening sound.

“Not fair Grayson, not fair,” you said breathlessly and he chuckled.

“I could always stop,” Dick said, his breath was hot on your skin. You groaned and he chuckled. Dick slid his hands under your shirt and pulled back to slide it off. His fingers traced a new scar that you had gotten since the last time you had been together.

“Two Face,” you commented and he nodded before kissing the arcing curvature of lighter skin. You pulled at his shirt and he pulled it off too. He had some more scars too. A pair of red healing marks on his forearm that looked like claws you touched with your thumb.

“Killer Croc,” he said before kissing the valley between your breasts. You hummed in agreement before realizing what he said.

“Killer Croc? You got very lucky,” you said and he pulled back a little.

“Yeah. I mean, it got mad infected and I was out for 2 weeks but yeah, he could have ripped my arm off,” Dick said. He ran his hand along the waistband of your sleep shorts. You inhaled quickly.

“You’re too casual for a man that almost died,” you said.

“Yeah, I know,” Dick answered sliding his hand in your shorts to play in your folds. Your eyes closed and you forgot all about scars and Killer Croc as he fingered you.

“Condoms?” You gasped. He grinned as he kissed along the column of your neck.

“One minute,” Dick said getting up. You watched him move around the room. His boner extremely obvious in his sleep pants. He came back with a few attached together.

“3?”

“Let’s start with one and go from there,” he smirked and you laughed. That was Dick for you. Cheeky no matter what. He pushed down his pants and rolled it on as you slid out of your panties and shorts. Dick stared down at your wet pussy. He already knew from fingering you but he certainly wasn’t complaining about the sight.

Dick climbed back over you and kissed you soundly. “Ready?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly thrust in and you made a soft sound. He started moving and found a good pace. It was great for missionary but it wasn’t like either of you didn’t have the ability to be a little more flexible in positions.

“I want to try something,” you whispered in his ear and he looked at you with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Go on,” Dick said excitedly. You pushed him off of you and he eagerly complied. You stood up and bent at the waist and wrapped your arms around the back of your knees with your legs closed giving Dick one hell of a show.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. Dick moved behind you. “Like this?” He asked and you nodded. Dick slowly slid in with his hands on your hips making all kinds of little noises. “You look fucking amazing baby. Truly.”

You let Dick move for a while in this position. He alternated between holding your hips and grabbing your ass to slightly spread it to watch better. It was possible he’d never been that horny in his life. It felt amazing on your part but there was something you wanted to try without telling him.

You slowly moved your hands to the floor and put your weight on one leg. And with a smirk, you lifted one leg up and Dick inhaled deeply as you lifted it up to his shoulder. He held your leg and moaned loudly. His hips stopped and he was panting.

“Fuck, you almost made me cum right then,” he groaned. His hips started moving and all of took was a little shake of your ass for him to cum despite himself. “Fuck,” he groaned while burying himself deep. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and helped you stand up. You noted a little dusting of pink in his cheeks and ears.

“I’ll get you back. Lay down,” he said and you nodded and laid on the bed. It was no time at all that he had his lips wrapped around your clit and fingers in your core as your grabbed his hair in pleasure.

“Fuck! Dick! Fuck!” You cried, completely ignoring the fact that it was 7 am and you were in a hotel. He seemed to be hell bent on making up for the fact that he came first. Your thighs shook and you weren’t even sure but you probably screamed when you came. Dick peppered kisses up your body with a smirk as you heaved in breaths.

“Like that,” he said wryly, pulling you into his arms.

“You already know that,” you answered. He ran a finger along your arm and kissed your hair.

“So this...” he started but trailed off.

“Yeah...”

“Do you wanna... try again? Us?” He asked.

“Maybe,” you said biting your lip.

“Give it a shot?” He asked hopeful. You sat in silence for a second.

“Yeah. Yeah.”

“Yeah?” He said with a smile.

“Yeah,” you answered shyly. He grinned and kissed you again. He rolled on top of you.

“Since I fucked up the first round, I should make it up to you,” he said playfully. You rolled your eyes with a smile.

“If. You. Can,” you whispered in his ear. By the end of the morning, the hotel security had come to knock on your door to quiet down.

#friday night smut #dick Grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #dick Grayson smut #batboy smut #batboy x reader

1K notes · View notes

invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

Text

Childhood

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

+ This Game of Ours

Jason’s eyes snapped open at a sound that no human should be able to hear.

Ever since he’d been resurrected from the Lazarus pit, his senses had grown abnormally acute – amongst other strange things.

Sometimes he swore he could even hear Y/N’s heartbeat. It was easiest to do with her, after all he was so intone with her very being.

But all of that made nearly impossible for anyone to sneak up on him – let alone in his own home. Which someone was. He could feel it.

Jason’s eyes glanced down at Y/N, who was sound asleep on his chest.

Ever so carefully, he lifted her body off of him so he could slip out of bed.

But Y/N was a light sleeper, unfortunately. She must’ve inherited that from Bruce, even though she wasn’t even raised by the man.

Y/N winced as her eyes opened just in time to see Jason grabbing one of his hidden guns from below their bed frame.

“What’s going on?” Her voice raspy.

“Nothing,” Jason lied. “Stay here.”

Now that she found out about another hidden gun in their apartment, Jason knew he was going to return to a lecture from Y/N. She never hid her hatred for guns, and had asked him to keep them out of their apartment.

“Jason…” Y/N whispered desperately, now more awake and concerned.

“Stay here,” Jason said, more firmly this time.

Then he quickly kissed her, leaving even less room for her to argue.

In only his black boxer briefs, Jason snuck out of their bedroom and into the living room without making any sound. Y/N had always been shocked at how quiet her giant boyfriend could make himself.

Just as Jason raised his gun, he heard the familiar voice.

“Put some clothes on, Todd.”

Damian stepped out of the shadows.

To Jason’s surprise, he was in civilian clothes and not in his Robin uniform.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, breaking in like that?” Jason reprimanded as he uncocked the gun.

But before Damian could defend himself, the bedroom door squeaked open and Y/N was rushing out into the living room.

“I told you to stay there,” Jason growled.

Y/N rolled her eyes at her boyfriend’s overprotectiveness. “Obviously I recognized Damian’s voice, Jason.”

Then Y/N looked at her half-brother for a second and quickly realized Damian had come there for a reason.

“Everything alright, Damian?” She asked carefully.

“Yes,” he lied.

Jason remembered when Damian despised Y/N. He saw her as a threat to his claim to the Wayne throne. But Y/N had immediately made her intentions clear. “I have my own reputation, money, and career that I built without a name attached to me. I want nothing to do with Wayne Enterprises,” she had told Damian as soon as she realized he saw her as some sort of competition.

It took Damian months to even acknowledge Y/N. And he really only did because both his father and Dick – basically his surrogate father – scolded him for not doing so.

Slowly but surely, the two grew closer.

Y/N didn’t put up with Damian’s attitude. But she also didn’t scold him like a child. If he was rude or aggressive, she spoke to him the same way she would speak to a grown man who behaved in such a manner. Somehow it made the boy slowly start to respect her more.

Eventually, they bonded over their mutual love of the arts. Damian was impressed with her photographs, while Y/N was honored whenever Damian decided to share his drawings with her. Y/N had gifted Damian his first camera. And Damian once gave her a few lessons on the basics of sketching and painting.

Who knew Waynes were the creative type?

And it was when Damian’s pets all seemed to be obsessed with Y/N that the boy finally decided to get over his original opinions and feelings.

It was by no means a short or easy battle. But the rest of the family was relieved when Damian finally accepted Y/N as one of their own.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate?” Y/N offered Damian.

The boy just shrugged, but she noticed his eyes subtly light up.

She never understood why he refused to let himself feel joy in the simple things. It was like she could catch him stopping himself from being a kid.

“I’m going to bed,” Jason announced with exhaustion.

It was clear to him that Damian came to see his sister, not him. And he was nice enough to leave the two of them alone. Even though he was a bit bitter that his girlfriend was being stolen from their bed.

Before turning back to the bedroom, Jason invaded Y/N’s space and gently grabbed her jaw before pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Gross,” Damian groaned.

Jason glared and pointed at the boy. “You’re in our apartment, demon spawn. I’ll kiss my girlfriend if I fuckin’ want to.”

Y/N just laughed as she watched Jason close their bedroom door behind him.

“Come on,” she nudged her head in the direction of the kitchen. “Let’s make some hot chocolate. I think I have some of Alfred’s cookies hiding somewhere, too.”

“I don’t know what you see in him,” Damian mumbled.

Y/N smirked and shook her head. Tonight, she wasn’t taking the bait.

Once Damian decided he didn’t hate Y/N, he jumped right to making it known that he did not think Jason was good enough for her. But she knew it was an act – mostly.

“Why aren’t you on patrol?” She asked casually once they had giant mugs of hot chocolate and cookies in front of them, making sure to give the boy extra marshmallows.

“I’m grounded,” Damian muttered.

Y/N tilted her head. “Grounded?”

It seemed like a far too normal concept for a family of vigilantes.

“Yes,” Damian confirmed.

“I’m guessing that means Bruce and Alfred don’t know you’re here…?”

“I snuck out,” he admitted.

“Why did you get grounded?”

“Father found out I was skipping school. And then that I skipped the school dance.”

“Why does it matter if you skipped the dance?” She asked, clearly confused.

Y/N was also struggling to imagine Bruce caring about such a trivial thing like that.

“Father wishes for me to have normal experiences that young man of my age is expected to have,” Damian said with a roll of his eyes.

“School dances are lame,” Y/N commented.

Damian sat up straighter, not expecting that to be her response.

“I skipped prom. I didn’t want to go,” she added.

“Why not?” The boy challenge, somewhat caught off guard by that.

Y/N shrugged. “Bad music. Bad dancing. Tacky dresses. Just wasn’t all that appealing to angsty, teenage me.”

Damian just nodded slowly, and then got quiet.

“I have no desire to be normal,” he finally stated after a few minutes.

“I’m not taking his side, but I get why Bruce wants you to do these things, Damian. You were robbed of a lot of things because of the way you were raised. I’m not saying that it’s bad or good. But I think Bruce just wants to give you the opportunity to experience the life of a – well...of a kid.”

“And was your life normal?” Damian quickly asked.

Y/N nodded. “So normal that it was boring.” She laughed, “My entire life was normal until I met all of you weirdos.”

That got a smile out of Damian.

But then it slowly dropped and he seemed to get lost in his head.

“I don’t…I don’t have any friends,” Damian finally whimpered.

Y/N was shocked by the boy’s emotion.

Damian was always composed.

“It’s like they speak a different language. And it’s one I can never learn.”

“Oh, Damian,” Y/N sighed as she rushed from her seat to kneel beside him. “I know it must be hard to try and fit in. But you’re not doing anything wrong. None of that’s your fault.”

“Father is more than aware that I don’t need the education,” Damian’s voice shook as he tried not to cry. “He only forces me to attend so I can make friends. And that is one thing I am unable to do.”

Y/N let him breathe and have an opportunity to continue before she spoke again.

“I hate school, so I skip. And the school dance seemed so ridiculous to me, so I skipped that too – even after father specifically requested that I attend.”

Y/N sighed, “And did you tell him how you’re feeling when he grounded you?”

Damian shook his head no.

She hadn’t expected anything different. She could easily imagine Damian lashing out at Bruce when he received his punishment, saying that the requests were a waste of his time and beneath him.

Damian was good at hiding his emotional pain – maybe even better than their father.

Y/N was sure Bruce didn’t have a true understanding of what Damian was going through.

“Can I stay here tonight?” Damian asked.

“Of course,” she gave him a sad smile. “How about we take this hot chocolate to the couch and watch a movie?”

Damian shrugged. But it wasn’t a no.

Y/N let him pick the movie.

He chose Fantasia.

When Y/N didn’t hide her surprise, he explained that he respected the animation and loved all of the classical music. Even when they did a child-like activity, he still always found way to remind the world that he was no normal child.

An hour later, both of them had fallen asleep on the couch with the movie still playing.

When Damian felt another presence, he awoke with a jolt and grabbed his hidden knife, holding it to the throat of the intruder.

But it was Jason, gently bringing Y/N’s sleeping body into his arms.

“Once again, demon spawn, you’re in our apartment,” Jason hissed with annoyance.

The man was completely unfazed by the feeling of a blade threatening to slit his throat.

Damian huffed.

“I’m taking her to bed,” Jason explained the obvious. Then he nudged his head at the love-seat across from Damian. “There’s a blanket right there if you want to sleep on the couch. Or you can sleep in the guest bedroom.”

But Jason paused, with Y/N sleeping in his arms, as he noticed a strange look on Damian’s face.

“What?” He urged.

“If you ever hurt her, I’ll kill you myself,” Damian growled softly.

Jason looked utterly unimpressed. “You’d have to get in line,” he answered, making sure to keep his voice quiet to prevent waking Y/N.

But then Jason’s face softened. “Look, kid, I think you know that she’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’d die before doing anything to mess this up.”

“Hmph,” was the only noise Damian made in response.

Jason rolled his eyes and carried Y/N back to their bedroom.

In all honesty, he couldn’t fall asleep while she had been in with Damian. With Jason’s weird enhanced hearing because of the pit, he was able to catch a bit of their conversation.

Jason softly place Y/N back in bed and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. When he joined her on the other side of the bed, she didn’t even wake as she slid back into his arms.

Now Jason could finally go to sleep.

When there was a knock on the apartment door the next morning, Damian and Y/N shared a look.

“I’ll get it,” Y/N sighed.

Jason had made all three of them breakfast that morning.

But now Damian pushed the food around his plate, knowing this was the end of his small rebellion. Who knew what his new punishment would be?

Y/N opened the door to unsurprisingly find her father.

Bruce was wearing a full suit, despite it being a Sunday morning. On top was a heavy, black overcoat with the back of the collar slightly propped up.

“You could have least told me he was here,” Bruce greeted his daughter.

She smirked mischievously and shrugged. “I’m no snitch.”

Damian appeared behind Y/N, not seeing the point in dragging this out any longer than necessary.

“Alfred’s downstairs with the car,” Bruce told his son evenly.

The disappointment in both his expression and tone was obvious.

Damian looked up at Y/N. “Thank you for having me, Y/N.”

“Next time, use the actual door so you don’t give me or Jason a heart attack.”

Damian smiled at that before walking past his father and down the hallway.

“Can I talk to you a second?” Y/N asked Bruce.

Her father seemed surprised by the request, but nodded anyways and closed the door behind him.

“I think Damian is really struggling – more than you think, I mean.”

Bruce’s brow furrowed and he crossed his arms. “He hasn’t even been remotely injured from patrols in months…”

“No, Bruce,” she quickly cut off. “Not as Robin. As Damian.”

Bruce was quiet.

“He doesn’t know how to fit in, Bruce. And you’re putting a lot of pressure on him to live a normal life. Bu he’s never gonna have normal. That was taken away from him before you even knew he existed.”

“He said that to you?” Bruce asked.

She nodded. “In so few words, yes.”

“And I’m assuming you have some advice,” he quirked a brow.

“Well, yeah. Maybe you should just homeschool him.”

“Y/N, the whole point of him going to school is to be around kids his own age. We both know the education is beneath him already.”

“But that’s the thing, Bruce. He’s never going to relate to any of those kids. Going to school makes him feel like a freak. Let him get homeschooled.”

“He needs to learn to make friends,” Bruce argued.

“You’re right. He does. But not with the spoiled brats of Gotham Academy. How many superheroes are you friends with?”

“He doesn’t consider them friends!” Jason shouted from the kitchen.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Fine. How many superheroes are you acquainted with, who have kids around Damian’s age?”

Bruce’s jaw tightened.

“I know you like to keep your personal life away from Batman. But those are the only kids that Damian is ever going to relate to in some way. Do you get what I’m saying?”

To her surprise, Bruce nodded. “You’re right.”

Her brows shot up. “I am?”

Y/N had really expected him to fight her on this.

Bruce chuckled. “Of course you are. Out of everyone in this family, you are the only one who can say they had any semblance of a normal childhood.”

Suddenly his phone dinged and he glanced down at it.

“I have to go,” he regretfully told her.

When he looked back up at her, his face softened. “Come to the manor soon for dinner,” he asked her gently.

She gave him a soft smile and nodded, “I will.”

Bruce nodded in the direction of the kitchen where Jason was hiding. “And bring that one with you, will you?”

Y/N laughed. “He’ll go wherever I go. He’s like a puppy, that one.”

“I can hear you!” Jason called out.

Bruce laughed and stepped forward to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you for looking out for Damian, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Bruce.”

––––––––––––––––––––

#jason todd x reader #jason todd reader insert #red hood x reader #red hood reader insert #father of mine bonus content #Father of Mine #bruce wayne x daughter #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #damian wayne x sister!reader #batboys #batfam #batman family #batsis #batfam x batsis

2K notes · View notes