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greatooglymooglyyy · 2 months

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Attitude Adjustment (Chris Sturniolo)

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contains: angst, bickering, relationship arguing, smut, softdom chris, hair pulling, fluff, kissing, protected sex, female receiving, 1.7k word count

a/n: based on this idea i had. sorry it took so long i couldn't figure out how to end it. i still kinda hate the ending but fuck it we ball.

“It’ll only be for like an hour and a half-”

“Chris-”

“Baby. We’re out of video-”

“So you basically invited me over to fucking abandon me here?” I ask, unable to hide the irritation I feel bubbling up. I sigh deeply, rolling out of Chris’ arms and grabbing my phone. Out of my peripheral vision, I watch him rub his hand over his face and sit up.

“Babe, we’ve been together all day. Just give me an hour." He gets out of bed and stretches before heading into his bathroom. I know I’m being a bit of a bitch to him but I can’t help it. Our schedules have been so crazy lately that every hour I get matters these days. Seems like I never get him to myself anymore and it’s starting to grate on my nerves.

Chris comes out of the bathroom and heads to his closet, stopping to scoop his favorite sweatpants off the floor. I roll my eyes and grab my Airpods, popping them in my ears and turning my music on full volume.

After a couple of minutes, Chris comes over and leans down to kiss me but I dodge it, not ready to stop being petty yet. He rolls his eyes and reaches to pull my headphones out. “Can we please not do this? This is my literal job.”

I kiss my teeth and Chris takes a deep breath and steps away. Nick calls his name from the top of the stairs and he yells back that he’s coming before grabbing his wallet.

“Alright. I love you, baby. We can talk about it when I get back.” He says over his shoulder as he reaches for his door handle.

“Whatever, Chris. Just leave me the fuck alone. I don’t even care anymore.” I snap. Chris pauses his movements and gives me a look that has me squirming. He walks over to the bed and squats down in front of me, the intensity of his eye contact making me lean back.

“Stop talking to me like you’re crazy, bro. Am I speaking to you like that?”

“No,” I mumble, crossing my arms and refusing to meet his eyes.

“Alright so watch your fucking mouth.”

I nod, struck silent, and he leans in to press a quick kiss on my temple before he stands, finally heading out the door.

I sit there for a minute staring at the wall contemplating my sanity. Because there’s no reason why that was the hottest Chris has ever been to me.

*******

It’s quite possible I’ve never been this bored in my life. I’ve started three different TV shows on Netflix, started doing handstands, and scrolled until my for you page started getting weird. I’m half lying on the bed, half hanging off, when I hear the boys come back. I spring up and turn off the light, throwing myself into bed and pretending to be asleep.

A few minutes later the door opens and Chris comes in, hesitating for a second when he sees it’s dark. I squeeze my eyes shut, listening to him move quietly through the room. When he gets in the bed, I feel him lean over me and run a knuckle over my cheek.

“You know you’re a terrible actress right?” He laughs, reaching over to pull me into his arms. I smack my lips and yank away, sticking to my plan of being a brat. He sighs, dropping his head back on his pillow.

“How do you still have an attitude after two whole hours?”

“Thought it was only going to be an hour and a half?” I mock, turning over on my stomach to face the wall.

“Okay.” Chris sits up and turns on his lamp before flipping me over to face him. I blink at him rapidly, startled by the sudden movement.

“This is what we’re not gonna do.” He says, gesturing between us. “Either talk to me or let it go. Those are your only two options.” His tone is harsh but with his thumb smoothing over my arm, it doesn’t feel as mean.

I sit up and face him, crossing my legs. “I just want a day or two where I don’t have to fight for your attention,” I say quietly. Chris nods slowly, tilting his head like he’s thinking.

“Okay.” He says, pulling me into his lap. “I hear you. I’ll try not to film on nights when you're here. At least until I can see you more.”

I look up at him and smile, placing a kiss on his collarbone. “Thank you.”

“That was easy, huh? Talking and shit like we’re adults-”

“Don’t ruin it,” I say, reaching up to pull his face down to mine.

I kiss the corner of his mouth and it pulls up in a lopsided smile. I keep going, kissing the other corner before both his top and bottom lip. His eyes trail my face, darkening as he waits for me to kiss him fully. But instead, I slip off his lap, rolling back to my side of the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a frown, leaning so he’s hovering over me. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.

“Just wanted to see how much you want to kiss me,” I say casually, tangling my fingers into his hair.

Chris leans down and presses his lips to mine roughly, pushing my head into the pillow and anchoring a hand on my hip. His other hand dips under my shirt, sliding higher as we deepen the kiss. He pulls away to start lining kisses down my neck, driving me crazy.

“I always want to kiss you. Even when you're really fucking annoying." He says as he slides down my body, stopping to place a kiss above my belly button. He runs his tongue back up the trail of my body before he stops to yank off my shirt and bra. The light from the lamp makes me a little shy and I reach to turn it off but Chris stops me. “Leave it on, I want to see you.”

He slides back up to kiss me again, sweeter this time and full of love. I smile against his lips and mumble low, “You’re such a softie.”

Chris breaks the kiss and raises his eyebrows, giving me a challenging smirk. “Oh yeah?” Before I can respond, he sits up and grabs my panties, ripping them off in one motion and tossing them over his shoulder.

“I always wanted to do that.” He says, sliding down to run his tongue over my hip.

“I’m going to kill you.” I breathe out as he moves closer to my core.

“I’ll buy you some more.”

“It better be Victor-” I cut off my complaining with a moan as he swirls his tongue over my clit. He pushes open my legs and leaves one hand running up and down my thigh gently.

I lace my fingers back into his hair and he looks up at me as he slides a finger inside of me. He picks up his pace, thrusting inside of me roughs and adding another finger while matching his tongue motions to his fingers.

I tighten my grip on his hair and moan out his name, squirming up until my head hits the headboard. Chris moves his arm to spread across my stomach and pins me in place, never pausing his movements.

I throw my head back and rock my hips up as I call out his name and tell him I’m close. He only stretches me out more, curling his finger up to hit the spot that always takes me out.

I turn my head and moan into the pillow as I ride out my orgasm, still calling out Chris’ name. He presses a final kiss to my clit and then pushes himself up my body. He kisses me hungrily before he leans over to his nightstand.

“Still got an attitude or what? Let me know.” He teases as he stands to take his clothes off and slip the condom on.

“Shut up, Chris,” I say, rubbing my hand over my eyes.

“Alright, so we’re still working on it. Got it.”

He flips me over onto my stomach and hops on the bed behind me, pulling me up until I’m arched where he wants me. I look over my shoulder at him as he lines himself up to enter me, his tip rubbing against my folds, and he meets my eyes as he pushes in.

He gives me barely any time to adjust before he’s hammering into me, both hands gripping my hips and pulling me to meet his thrusts. I grip the sheets, whimpering, but Chris doesn’t slow his strokes for a second.

“Wow, you’re quiet.” He says ruggedly. “Where’s all that fucking mouth you got?”

I open my mouth to talk shit back but he readjusts, pressing his hand into my back and pushing me into the mattress. Somehow he picks up his speed, digging deeper into me than I thought possible. I try to say his name but all that comes out is a series of unintelligible sounds and he laughs roughly.

I reach a hand back against his hip but he grabs it and pins it behind my back, using it as leverage to pull back and slam into me again. “You feel so fucking insane.”

The breathy candace of his voice makes me moan out louder and Chris gathers all my hair into one hand and uses it to pull me up against his chest. The new angle has me seeing stars and I throw my head back on his shoulder as he places sloppy kisses on my neck. He reaches down to rub his thumb over my clit and I buck against him, my body shuttering from the intensity.

I’m so close now and he can tell, gripping my face and tilting my head so he can meet my eyes. “Go ahead, baby. Give it to me.”

I do exactly as he says, maintaining eye contact, as I fall again. He throws his head back at the feeling, muttering a low, “fuck,” and moaning out my name as he comes.

He drops his head against my shoulder for a second, breathing heavily, before he pulls out slowly. I fall back onto the bed while he heads to the bathroom to clean up. I’m still lying motionless when Chris comes back out and sits on the edge of the bed. “Come on. Take a bath with me.”

I smile over at him and slide out the bed, following him into the bathroom. I sit on the counter as he runs the water and pours in my bubble soap.

He comes back over to me and stands in between my legs staring at me. “You didn’t say you loved me back when I left.”

“I just let you break my back. I think we’re good.” I say as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“Not the same.” He states matter of factly, leaning closer and brushing his lips against mine. I smile and then pull back, giving him a mock-serious face. “Christopher Sturniolo, I love you so much.”

He grins and kisses me again, deeper this time. “One more time?”

“I love you,” I whisper, chasing his lips but he pulls back.

“Again?”

“Alright, fuck off.”

He laughs and steps back so I can slide off the counter and head over to the tub. I get in after turning the water off and Chris follows, sliding in behind me.

I sigh contentedly, letting my head lay against his chest as he tells me about how filming went. I laugh at his stories and chime in softly, wondering how the hell I could ever be mad at a boy this sweet.

Well, at least until tomorrow.

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mockerycrow · 11 months

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Hello Dearest!

May I request König (I love this man) and the 141 squad (separately) where fem! reader catches them staring at her joocy ass as she's slightly bent over a table, translating some papers for them, and when she turns to see if they're listening she catches the way their eyes panic and look elsewhere.

Please my lord, I'm on my knees

-juvia

Fem!Reader Catches The 141 + König Looking At Her Ass

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I’m having a 400 follower celebration!

A/N: i hope you enjoy!! also this gets a bit dirtier than i intended,,,,

You’re standing up with your hands on the table, slightly bent over it with your eyes scanning the documents in front of you. The words that flood these pages hold valuable information and it’s a language none of the main members of the 141 understand. Your their main translator for any documents and prisoners as you’ve studied and have become fluent in a variety of languages. Your eyebrows furrow as you lift one of your hands and move the document a bit to the side to reveal the one underneath it, and then that hand hovers over the laptop you have set aside to type up your translations. Your back is arched in such a way where your ass is slightly bending outwards. “Hey, where did you guys say you got these document from?— What Country?” You pick the document up that caught your eye and your eyes scan every word, muttering quiet translations. You notice he doesn’t say anything, causing you to look back at him. “Hey, are you listening?—“ Suddenly his head looks the other way with a clear of his throat and you’re left confused. Did this topic make him nervous? Did something happen when they got these documents for this reaction to occur?—and then it hits you. He was staring at your ass. “Were.. were you looking at my ass?”

-> John Price

He clears his throat and his fingers go to his chin, rubbing at it nervously. Price hoped you didn’t notice him staring; he couldn’t help it. The way your back is arched just puts your ass on the most perfect display, and the way your pants are hugging your ass?? God, it’s like you wore them to kill him.

He can’t deny it, not when you so clearly caught him red handed. “Guilty.” He responds, his eyes darting anywhere but you. He’s being careful, as he knows this could very well go a way he didn’t want. “I’m sorry.”

Price has always noticed you around base, always thought it was a pleasure working with you. Your skills and talents in quick translation always impressed him. Your quips and your remarks have always intrigued him as well. It’d be a lie to say this is his first time staring.

“I don’t mind.”

He nearly asks you to repeat yourself but the glint in your eye, combined with your eyelash batting and the way you’re sticking your ass out even further, openly letting him take it in.

You then turn back around to your work, purposely bending your leg to stick your ass out into such a glorious pose, causing him to swear under his breath.

-> Kyle Garrick

He laughs with a nervous hue, his hands behind his back, one hand gripping the wrist of the other. Kyle can feel his heart pounding through the pulse on his wrist. His face feels hot from embarrassment as he clicks his tongue and rocks on the balls of his feet for a second, avoiding any eye contact with you. “Nope.”

You smirk because you know he was, you saw that split second of enthrallment, admiring the way your pants hug your ass, curving in on the underside, folding in such a perfect way, showing off how grabbable it is, how the meat of it would sink under his fingers. His face begins to heat up as his fingers twitch, the want to squeeze filling his gut.

“Mhm, sure.” You didn’t sound mad, in fact you sound.. amused. You turn back to your work, but not before pulling your pants up even further, digging into the crevices of your muscle. You pretend you don’t hear the quiet, shocked “damn” come from his lips for his own sanity.

-> John MacTavish

His cheeks are red while his hand scratches the back of his head, which he does when he’s embarrassed. Soap hesitantly looks at you again after a second of not responding. You look back at him with a smirk curled on your face, tilting your head as you oh so innocently change poses by leaning your back more into a down position, arching your back ever so slightly more than before.

Okay, now he was definitely obvious with his staring. Soap has to admit that he’s glanced once or twice before, but he never stared when he thought there was a chance where he could get caught.

You hum and turn back to the documents below you, and Soap thought that was that for a moment—oh, how he was wrong. You begin to talk.

“I know you were,” You quip. “How long?” He jolts ever so slightly, offering a nervous chuckle. You note his accent seems to thicken and drip from his voice like thick honey now. “What d’ya mean?” You look at him with a raised brow, and he gives you a smile that shows his gums. You roll your eyes playfully.

“Y’know, if you just admitted it, I would’ve let you touch.” Wait, what?

-> Ghost

He weighs his options and lets out a heavy sigh with an admission of guilt which you grin at; it’s not easy to get Ghost to admit to something like this. Admit to a mistake made on the field, sure, no problem, he’ll take full ownership but fuck, this is different.

You tread carefully, but you bite your lip, keeping your eyes on his. You notice the way his eyes are slightly wider than normal and he’s looking away; you guarantee that he’s blushing under that black grease and dark skull mask and you love how nervous he seems.

“It’s alright to look.” You murmur, and you turn your head back to the papers in front of you. As soon as he knows you look away, he looks back at you, and more specifically your ass. “I know these pants are tight, hm?” You can’t help but tease him about it, bending your spine so your ass is out more. “I beg your pardon?” His words are slow and connected in a swift sentence, his voice slightly tight.

You don’t respond verbally, but you shoot him a look over your shoulder that says it all, and he returns a lidded look that involuntarily pulls a grin from your lips.

-> König

“I apologize..!” He blurts out as he looks away, his fingers intertwining nervously. He did not mean to stare, really, but your pants are so tight and he’s usually really respectful and he doesn’t usually stare, and he can usually keep his eyes from wandering—

You tilt your head as you notice the man just lock up in place and you can’t help but bark out a laugh, causing him to glance at you before glancing away, pure shame radiating off of him. “König, it’s fine, I don’t care,” You begin, the corner of your lip lifting in amusement.

König keeps his eyes off of you even after you say you don’t mind as he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but that doesn’t stop his mind from wandering. He wondered if those pants fit you that tight everywhere? Did you own any pants that fit you tighter?

His eyes do end up on your ass again as he wonders if you own any tight leggings, the type that are sheer and and hug your legs and waist tight. The type that leave little to the imagination as it hugs the swell of your ass and the roundness of your cunt—

“König.” “Es tut mir Leid!!”

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enwrites · 10 months

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Cloud Nine (p.sh)

parings: brother’s bff!sunghoon x afab!reader

warning: 18+ MDNI !! not proofread (sorry for mistakes)

genre/cw: smut, e2l, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, sunghoon is a creep kinda, brother’s best friend trope, spit play, oral (male receiving), pillow riding, degradation, size kink, strength play, choking, breeding, spanking, sunghoon is pretty mean to reader, one year age gap, jay is your brother (lmk if anything was missed!)

synopsis: You and Sunghoon have never gotten along. Ever. Constant bickering and fights to the point your brother is fed up as well. What no one knew was how badly you wanted Sunghoon spewing those same words to your face in your bed. What happens when he sees something he shouldn’t have seen?

wc: 3.6k words

a/n: hi hi !! this is my first ever fic on here !! pls let me know how this was and im happy to receive any feedback <3 a hee fic is currently in the works, i just had sunghoon brain rot so i needed to let this one out LOL (update: part two coming soon ;))

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From as long as you remember, you have always hated your brother’s best friend— Park Sunghoon. Nothing about him amused you and you especially hated the way he always seems to be at your house every weekend. You couldn’t escape him. From his annoying laugh to his stupid ego, you hated everything.

But you couldn’t help but be so attracted to him. Yes, he was annoying but man was he just everything in a package. Tall and gorgeous… not to mention his insanely fit body. You couldn’t help but wonder how big he’d be, hovering over your small frame. But everything disappears in an instant the moment you hear loud knocks on your door.

“Y/n can you get that! It’s Sunghoon!” your brother Jay yells at you from the kitchen. The knocks persist as you stay put, pretending to ignore your older brother as it was his friend anyways. Why should you open the door for a monster? “Y/n please, I’ll make you something to eat too,” your brother begs you. With a loud groan you mutter a “fine” and drag yourself off the couch, heading to the door to open it. Before he could loudly bang on the door once more, you pull the door open. He looks at you with a disgusted face.

“Ugh, did not wanna see your face at the door,” he spits, walking past you making sure to bump your shoulder with his. You slam the door shut giving an annoyed smile back at him.

“If you had forgotten, this has been my house forever, you’re lucky I even open the door for heathens like you,” you spit back, your voice laced with venom. He squints his eyes at you, sticking his tongue out as he makes his way towards the kitchen. “Jay, can you tell your annoying little sister to shut the hell up for once oh my god,” Sunghoon complained to Jay as he walked into the Kitchen.

“How about you both shut the hell up,” Jay annoyedly said rolling his eyes as he put the pizza he’s been working on in the oven. He was never fond of the both of you constantly barking at one another. He thought maybe he was insane for thinking he felt some sort of tension between the two of you. He loved you both but seriously wished he could sew both of your mouths together whenever he felt like it.

“HE STARTED IT!” You yelled in protest. You crossed your arms as you stood at the kitchen doorway, Sunghoon sticking his tongue out at you once again before turning to Jay.

“I don’t care who started it, can you both just give me a single day of peace!” Jay exclaims letting out a sigh. A migraine was surely going to form sooner or later for him. Before you both can protest, he ushers the both of you out so that he can finish making the pizzas with some sanity left. You both grumpily make your way to the couch and sit on opposite ends. To your surprise, at least your favorite show was playing when you got back to your seat on the couch.

“This show is so stupid, I’m changing it,” Sunghoon says as he reaches for the remote on the coffee table. Before he could get it, you immediately jumped up and grabbed the remote first.

“NO. This is my favorite show and my house, I’m not letting you change anything,” you loudly said to him. But he wasn’t going to let you go easily.

“I don’t give a flying fuck if this is your favorite show or not, I wanna watch something else,” He spits back. With that, he lunges at you towards the remote. You hurriedly crawl back to where you were, making sure he couldn’t take the remote away from you.

“Sunghoon stop it,” You struggled to let out as he was enclosing you on the couch. Your breath starts to hitch the closer he gets to you. You could feel him breathing on you. He pins you beneath him, his arms longer than yours as he reaches for the remote you try to hold behind your head. Sunghoon didn’t realize how compromising of a position you both were in until he finally reached for the remote in your hands and looked down at you.

There you were, under him, staring back at him with your doe eyes, crop top hiked up just a bit to where your bra was showing. He didn’t realize how short your shorts really were until now. Eying you up and down, he licks his lips. His thoughts were interrupted with you trying to get him off of you. You have come to your senses and realized how turned on he had just made you, immediately trying to push him off. He just pins your arms down more, inching closer to your ear.

“Stupid girls like you don’t deserve to do things they wanna do,” he whispers. His hot breath sends tingles down your body and you swear you get a little wetter. You try to push him off once more but he doesn’t budge. “Are you going to apologize to me for being so annoying now?” he asks. He looks at you, finding it amusing the way you’re struggling under him right now. He can’t help but think how you’d look naked under him. Sunghoon has always had a thing for you.

“Apologize for what? For your mother raising a dickface, that's you?” you bite back, rolling your eyes at him. Before he could say anything, Jay yells from

in the kitchen the pizzas are done. Sunghoon loosens his grip which gives you the perfect opportunity to push him down and onto the floor, scurrying your way towards your brother. Sunghoon gets up shaking his head… this wasn’t over for him.

Hours passed since your little altercation with Sunghoon earlier in the living room. You couldn’t get him out of your head. Your mind was racing and it didn’t help that he wore his stupid gray sweatpants once again. Thinking about the way he pinned you down and whispered in your ear was enough to get you excited again. With that, you take your shorts and crop top off, leaving you in just your lace undergarments underneath. You just so happened to put on a white matching set— Sunghoon’s favorite color.

To the thought of Sunghoon, you lean back down onto your bed and start to rub small circles on your panty covered clit. It’s embarrassing how wet you already were just thinking about him. You rub just a bit more, sliding your fingers up and down your pussy, feeling the wetness that pooled down there. But this wasn’t enough. You were so desperate and in need of something to satisfy you. You sit up, grabbing the second pillow beside you, putting it beneath you.

Folding it just a bit, you straddle it. Slowly grinding down onto the pillow under you, imagining yourself riding Sunghoon. You hump the pillow in desperation, trying to get off. You grind and grind, wishing Sunghoon’s cock filled you up instead.

Unbeknownst to you, Jay had fallen asleep to the movie he and Sunghoon were watching. Realizing that his friend was asleep, he decided to make his way to find you, just to mess with you again. He always found it so cute how annoyed you’d get to his teasing. But today was different, he wanted more. If it weren’t for Jay, he swears he would’ve taken you on the couch right there and then. Making his way down the long hall towards your room, he notices a faint light coming from the small crack of your door. He carefully steps closer and to his surprise, the sight before him was nothing he ever expected to see in a million years.

There you were, on your bed, wearing nothing but a skimpy lace lingerie set, grinding down on a pillow so desperately. He watches you, making sure he stays as quiet as possible to not get caught. There you were, humping a pillow, your hips grinding over and over, letting out the cutest sounds he has ever heard. Did you know your door was a bit cracked? Who cares, he was enjoying the view.

Sunghoon palms himself as he watches you, not wanting to even blink in fear of missing the show. He just couldn’t believe this was happening. Before the realization of him being a creep watching you pleasure yourself through the crack of your door, that’s when he hears it. You had moaned his name. His dick twitched in his pants, painfully hard and needing to be released.

“S-Sunghoon, you feel so good,” you moaned, increasing your speed on the pillow. He swore he was gonna explode right then and there. He had to have you. But he knew he had to punish you as well. He pushes the door open even more and to his surprise you hadn’t noticed yet. Hell, you haven’t even noticed the fact that he closed the door before him as well.

Loss in your trance, Sunghoon watched you just for a bit before making his move. He clears his throat to get your attention. Startled, you urgently grabbed your blanket to cover yourself, shocked to see Sunghoon in your room. There he looked at you with a smug smile painted on his face.

You swore you saw evil behind those eyes.

“Oh don’t stop now, I was enjoying my show,” he pouts, walking closer to you, standing in front of your bed. “Go on, I’m here now, isn’t that what you wanted?” he asked in a cheeky tone. Your face was red and embarrassment washed over you. You wanted to run away. You felt like a deer caught in the headlights.

“I’m not gonna tell you again, go on, continue what you were doing,” he demanded, pulling your blanket off of you. You were at a loss for words. But something in you gave into him. You start to straddle the pillow again, grinding your pussy against it. Embarrassed, you tilt your head down, trying to avoid any eye contact. You can’t help but get so turned on as he watches you. You hump your pillow desperately letting out whines and moans, trying your best to not be too loud.

“Hoonie~,” You moaned loudly, humping your pillow as you grew wetter. You felt so dirty. You couldn’t believe this was happening right now. You felt like you were on cloud nine and he hasn’t even touched you yet.

Sunghoon smirks, he takes in the scene in front of him, he couldn’t take it anymore and slips his pants down, freeing his hard on. He starts to slowly stroke, watching you as you pleasure yourself. His tip was red and angry, leaking a bit of precum already. He wanted to see more of you.

“Take your bra off,” he demands. You look up at him, shocked to see him pleasuring himself. The sight of his cock making your mouth water. He was huge. No way you can fit that in you, you don’t even think it’ll fit in your mouth. Nevertheless, you obliged and took your bra off, your boobs slowly falling out of the cups. Embarrassed, you try to cover yourself again. He takes his pants and boxers off right away, signaling for you to get closer to him. He needed to feel your mouth on him.

“As much as I love to see you getting yourself off, I need your pretty little mouth on my cock right now,” he said, sitting down on the bed beside you. He pushes you off the bed and onto your knees right in front of him. Watching you carefully, he grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes your face against his cock.

“Open wide,” he instructs, hand still in your hair. You reach your hand up to his shaft, opening your mouth to finally get a taste of him. His tip was already leaking. You put his tip in your mouth. He lets out low groans, guiding you as he grips onto your hair even more. As you expected, he definitely could not fit into your mouth. So using your hand that was on his shaft, you start to stroke him as you suck him off. Getting lost in the pleaser, he needed to be down your throat and that he was gonna do.

“Hands behind your back now,” he firmly said, the tone of his voice catching you off guard but you obliged, your panties getting stickier as the seconds passed. You put your hands behind your back and he starts to buck his hips, his tip reaching further and further down your throat. The sound of him groaning fills the room immediately. You just prayed to the lord your brother was sound asleep.

With his dick down your throat, you can’t help but feel so turned on. This was dirty, you’ve never deepthroat a dick in your life. Well dicks as big as Sunghoon’s. He watches you, making sure to keep eye contact.

“I’ve always known you were a little whore, but letting me fuck your little mouth while your brother’s asleep down the hall?” he grunts out, slamming his cock in and out of your mouth. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, taking in the pleasure. He felt as if he was in a dream. Your eyes teary as all you can let out are moans against his dick. Being too turned on, you snaked your hand from behind your back and into your panties. You attempt to rub your clit as he fucks into your mouth. Now it was your turn to close your eyes from the intense pleasure. Your moans intensify, catching Sunghoon’s attention.

There he saw you, touching yourself. As much as he enjoyed watching you get off, never did he allow you to pleasure yourself as you were pleasuring him. He forcefully tugs you by your hair and off his cock, shaking his head at you as if he was disappointed. You take this time to catch your breath, puzzled at why he suddenly stopped. He then pulls you up by your hair, making sure you were eye level with him. He takes his other hand and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks to make sure you were looking right into his eyes. Chills ran through your body.

“Did I say you can touch yourself?” he quietly asks, you can feel his breath on your face. You shake your head, looking pitiful in his eyes. “Did I say you can touch yourself?” he repeats, that venomous tone coming back to his voice. You were nervous.

“N-No…,” you shakily said. Your breathing intensifies. Sunghoon lets out an almost evil laugh. “I guess this little slut needs a punishment.”

With that, he tosses you onto the bed. With your backside up, he drags your body to the edge. Standing right behind you, your legs hanging off, he starts to caress your cheeks. Taking in the beauty of your backside, it took everything in him to not take you right there and then.

“Take your panties off,” he demands. You angle your butt up just a bit and reach behind you, slowly pulling them down, making sure he sees everything. He was watching you as if you were his prey and he was about to get ready to feast on a meal. The glistening sheen of your arousal stares back at him as you fully remove your panties. He couldn’t wait to have you. He makes his way closer to you, one hand on your ass and the other sliding up and down your folds. You were soaking, practically dripping down your legs.

“Please… touch me Hoonie…,” you softly spoke, the lack of physical action killing you on the inside. Still painfully hard and turned on, he swore he was going to explode right there, hearing your soft voice begging for him to touch you. Before you could speak up again, he spanks you. Caught off guard, you let out a yelp, the action turning you on even more. And then again, a spank lands onto your cheeks. His other hand’s still feeling your wetness, teasing you in an agonizing way. “I wanna hear you beg.”

You shiver a bit as his voice drops even lower than before. You couldn’t believe you were letting him do this to you in the first place. Feeling a sense of pride wash over, you were getting a bit fed up and were about to protest until yet another slap landed onto your cheek. This time harder than the previous two.

“I said– beg,” he leaned down and whispered in your ear. You gulp, feeling trapped beneath him.

“Hoonie please… need you so bad,” every sense of pride and dignity was thrown out the window as you let those words out of your mouth. “Sorry I can’t hear you. What did you say?” he snickers back, egging you on. With one hand now on your waist and the other rubbing his tip up and down your slick folds, he needed to hear you say it one more time. Too horny to even fight back, you crumbled beneath him, just wanting his cock in you as soon as possible.

“Sunghoon please fuck me already, I need your cock in me right now!” you loudly said, he leans back down and into your ear he whispers a “good girl.” He pushes his tip into you, already feeling like your pussy was sucking him in. You both let out a moan. He felt so big in you and it was just the tip.

“S-So… big …,” you muttered. He chuckles. “It’s just the tip baby, can’t handle my cock already?” he presses. You shake your head letting out a tiny squeal and he enters you even more. Fully into you, you felt as if you were being stretched out to the max, no way could you handle this. Yet your pussy was craving more.

Sunghoon couldn't handle it, without giving you any proper time to adjust, he starts stroking into you. Grabbing onto your waist with both of his hands, he fucks you hard on the edge of the bed. Seeing your small frame beneath him and the way your body was just engulfed by his hands, he gets even more turned on.

“So fucking tight Y/n, so fucking wet and all for me– is that right doll?” he grunts out as he slams his cock into you, trying his hardest not to cum. But your cute little moans were making it so hard for him, he felt so lost in the pleasure.

“Y-Yes all y-yours Hoonie~,” you moan loudly, not a single worry in your body. Just you and Sunghoon. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to see your face. In a swift second, Sunghoon flips you over, still standing at the edge of the bed, he puts your legs over his shoulders as he pumps deeper into you. Fucking you into your bed, he leans down, grabbing your face he pulls you into a heated kiss. Your lips mesh together like they’ve been dying for this moment all their lives. He reaches down to your neck, giving it a small squeeze, startled, you open your mouth which gives him access to stick his tongue. Your tongues dance with one other, Sunghoon starting to feel drunk off of you. After what felt like forever, he pulls back, hand on your jaw, holding your mouth open. He spits in it. You let out a loud whiny moan, feeling more aroused than ever before in your life. You instantly swallow, making him lose his mind.

“You’re such a filthy little slut, swallowing my spit, letting me fuck you like this, is this what you wanted– huh?” He speaks to you, all you could get out were little yelps of “yes.” With your arms snaked around his neck, he pushes your legs off from his shoulders, shocking you he lifts you up off the bed and starts to pound into you harder and harder. You knew Sunghoon was fit but you didn’t know he was that fit. Taking you by surprise with this new angle, he holds you up as he fucks you hard, his pace increasing. You start to feel a knot in your stomach form, getting so close to your climax. Your pussy clenching around him, so tight and pulsating, he knew he was getting close as well. Room filled entirely of moans, skin slapping, and the smell of sex, you needed him to fill you up.

Before you knew it, with one hard pump, you screamed, cumming all over his cock. Overstimulated, he sets you back down onto the bed, helping you ride out your orgasm as he was soon to reach his. The feeling of your wetness and your cum all mixed into one was enough for him to unload right into you. With a few more strokes, he releases, holding onto your body as he rides out his own climax, pumping his seed into you. You felt so full and exhausted. He carefully pulls out, watching as his cum spills out from your pussy. It was a sight he never wanted to forget. He quickly grabs his phone to capture the moment, fingering his load that was spilling out of you back into your hole. You couldn’t help but blush, feeling a bit embarrassed. Sunghoon lays beside you, as he trails kisses along your neck.

“Fuck– you’re all mine,” he said against your neck. Before any realization could hit the both of you as to what you guys just did with one another, the distinct sound of buzzing came from both of your phones. Your faces went pale.

*Jay added Y/n and Sunghoon to a group.*

Jay: You guys are fucking disgusting.

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douceurrrr · 4 months

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SCANDAL

paring(s): felix catton x black!start!reader

summary: farleigh is his best mate but his sister is just too good and someone knows.

warning(s): mdni! smut, profanity, she/her pronouns, oral sex (f), f-ing in secret, Oliver lurking lol, jacob elordi’s hotness may be fatal!

PS: ik farleigh is his cousin but pretend he’s not

Being farleigh’s sister meant coming to saltburn every summer and coming to saltburn every summer meant being with felix. You and felix had been in a secret relationship for a couple months now and your brother hasn’t suspected a thing. It’s weird because felix would kill anyone that touched his sister but when it came to farleigh’s sister, he could resist. You know it’s wrong but you loved the way his hair brushed against your thighs when his head is in between them. It starts with him sneaking glances at you during breakfast and dinner and ends with you in his bed.

“shhh! he’s asleep felix.” you whispered with a smile. felix had successfully pulled you out of the room you shared with venetia and into his, liked he’d done many nights before. “oh hush, love. oliver sleeps like a child.” felix says, moving your box braids off your shoulder to peck the skin there. oliver on the other hand made sure he didn’t sleep that night.

You and felix had finally made it to his room. “y’gonna let me taste you, love?” felix whispered in your ear, making sure to leave a kiss on your neck before lifting his head up. you nodded, slowly placing yourself on his bed and spreading your warm, brown thighs. before felix leaned his head down, you heard the floor creak, “wait, i heard something.” you lifted your head towards the door but there was nothing there.

“it’s probably nothing, love. but here-” felix then got up and closed the door. “there. feel better?” you nodded but you were still a little concerned. felix then hooked his fingers underneath your lace panties, putting them in his pocket. he then grabs your thigh and pulls to him with force.

his metal, eyebrow piercing was cold against your thigh as he licks his tongue through your wet folds. swirling on your clit. you moaned into his pillow as he watch your face fill up with pleasure.

it encouraged him to do more, wanting you to struggle to keep your sanity. “try to keep quiet, darling. wouldn’t want your brother hearing, let alone oliver.” how does he expect you to be quiet when he eats your pussy the way he do?

the more close you got the more pressure he added to your clit. he had your back lifting off the bed as you the band in your stomach break as your mouth opened in awe at the pleasure. “y’wanna wet my dick, huh?” felix stands up from the bed, fumbling with his belt. you sit up from the bed, watching him struggle with his pants from scrambling too fast.

“need help?” you giggled but he had already shoved his pants down, crawling on the bed to you. it was like lion and prey. he kissed you, hungrily. and you kissed back with force. felix then breaks the kiss. “alright enough of the fucking foreplay, ready love?” he huffs, positioning his cock to your center. you obviously nodded and bucked you hip into him, attempting to speed the process which made him laugh and rub his tip on your clit, making you even more anxious.

“felix please.” he couldn’t say no to you, especially when your making those pretty sounds for him. you finally felt his cock slip through your folds with sharp thrust. “fucking hell that’s incredible.” he groans in your neck, moving in and out of you.

you couldn’t help but to bite into felix’s shoulder to hide you moans as he pounds into you with your legs wrapped him. you press your feet onto his ass, making him take you deeper which made him go even faster.

“fuck felix, m’close.” you moaned in his ear, which would’ve been enough to make him cum.

“cum f’me, angel.” felix replied, sharpening his thrust and hitting that spot that made you see stars before cumming around him. “fuck.” you whimpered as he slows his thrusts, walking you through your orgasm while whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“you’re incredible.” felix whispers as he slips out of you and flops on his back. the room smelled like sweat and sex as you gather your clothes, about to leave when felix stops you. “just sleep here, love.” felix says but you knew you couldn’t without venetia noticing your absence but you nodded anyway and crawled back on the bed, laying your head on his chest.

The next morning, felix had been staring at you the whole breakfast without anyone noticing (or so you thought). After breakfast, you made your way to venetia’s room when oliver stops you. “oh oli! hi.” you smiled but he wasn’t.

“you know you’re a slut right?” you face dropped at his words. “w-what?” you replied, not knowing what he was talking about.

“you think i don’t know about you and felix? how you moan for him?” oliver says. your blood runs cold. “fuck you, you don’t know what you’re talking about.” you sneer at him, attempting to walk past him but he grabs your arm, tightly.

“poor farleigh. he doesn’t know how much of a slut his sister is for his best friend.” he says before letting go of your arm when lady elspeth comes. “oliver love! come. there’s someone i want you to meet!” she says, cheerfully.

“coming.” oliver replied, switching his attitude like nothing happened and walking away with standing there, astonished.

but who would you tell?

#black!reader #felix catton x reader #felix catton #saltburn #saltburn x reader #farleigh start #oliver quick #fanfic #woc #felix catton x black!reader #felix catton x start!reader

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miirohs · 4 months

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piercing [y.j.i]

pairing: Tattoo Artist!Yang Jeongin x Reader wc: 0.8k cw: n/a an: the choker pics bro.... the way these choker pics have a grip on my fucking psyche is insanity. yang jeongin stop please. for my sanity.

“You ready for this?” Jeongin asked, back to you as he rearranged his materials.

The lights above you shone brightly, illuminating the surroundings of the little room, little stickers and doodles slapped all over the blue-gray and beige walls.

You observed him from your seat on the examination table, eyes flitting over his neck, tracing the flowers down his back until they disappeared under his white tank top.

The jacket he had been wearing sat abandoned next to you, shrugged off as soon as you were in the room alone. When he turned around, you averted your eyes, pretending to be looking at the worn fabric.

Watching you, he spoke again, slower this time as you hadn't responded to him the first time.

“Are you sure you wanna go through with this baby? I can’t promise it won’t hurt,” He warned, pulling his gloves on and ripping a packet open with his teeth, “and it’ll be pretty sore for the first couple hours.”

“It’ll be fine,” you answered, looking down at your scuffed up sneakers. You were already slightly regretting it, and you weren’t even 10 minutes in.

“Hey- hey look at me? You’re doing great, just hold still for me, yeah?” He deftly grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to make awkward eye contact with him as he moved your head side to side. You watched him, tapping his pen against his dimples.

“What kind of piercing did you want again babe?” Pen in hand, he paused to look at you, expectant.

“A- uh, a helix, I think?”

He nodded in response, messing with his lip piercing as he tried to mark down the area on your right ear. He always did that. Fiddled with his lip ring when he was nervous.

“Did that hurt when you got it?” You pointed to the lip ring.

“A little. I’d say recovery was worse in my opinion,” he stated matter-of-factly, letting go and handing you a mirror. “Does the placement look okay to you?”

“Yeah, it looks great-“ You said, giving it a small glance before turning back to his ring, reaching out to run a finger over it. It wasn’t cold, surprisingly.

“You didn’t even look at it,” He groaned, flustered as he grabbed your face again to double check.

“Hey! I’m not the professional here,” You mumbled, trying to pull down his hand from your ear, “but I think it’s fine right where it is!”

“Okay then,” He said, a little flustered, turning away from you to grab whatever was on the cart, “if you’re sure, I can start right now.”

Your stomach dropped as he held a packet, inching closer to you. It was almost as if he was treating an injured animal.

“Can you please hurry up, you’re making me nervous,” you peeped, shaking slightly.

“Just stop moving,” he said nonchalantly, needle tip pressing against your helix.

As it pushed through, the pain flared, earning a whimper from you. It was very brief, fading into a dull yet prominent throbbing in your upper ear as he inserted the cool metal.

“Looks like you did it,” he whispered, running a finger over your knuckles as he held you, “good job.”

“Y-yeah,” you winced, watching as he discarded the needles, running you through basic procedures as you reached up to grab the piercing spot.

“and if anything happens- hey, are you even listening?” You blinked, finding him looking at you quizzically. His hand was wrapped around your wrist, pulling it down.

“I just told you no touch! You’re supposed to keep that area clean while it heals!” He whined, pinning your hand to the table as he brought something to your ear.

You grinned, pulling him in by his choker, lips smashing into each other.

The metal was warm, tasting of something artificially sweet as you caught your teeth on it, tugging on it.

He hissed into the kiss, yet pressed even deeper.

“Yeah, I’ll just check to see if one of our piercers other than Felix is available- Oh!” Chan had the door wide open, foot halfway in as he stared at the both of you.

“What. Are. You. Doing?” Chan yelped, hands over his eyes as if you had done something offensive in front of him.

“Hey, I was just giving him the kiss i owed him!” You giggled, earning another whine from Jeongin as Chan stepped out, obviously embarrassed.

Through the crack of the door, you could make out him whispering: “please hurry up and finish if you will.”

“I think we have to go now,” You whispered, and he trapped you in between his arms, leaning against your ear.

“This isn’t over.”

“I doubt it is,” You smirked, tracing his arm as you let go, prancing out of his room, “I’ll see you later Innie.”

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dabislittlemouse · 7 months

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tainted angel🪽 (pt.3)

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 4

ෆ DABI X HAWKS’ LITTLE SISTER

ෆ cw: Dabi being a flirt and a pervert, corruption kink, smut and dubcon incoming, stalking

The dead silence of the night is always something that calms me down. When the whole city is asleep, that’s when I head out, walking on random dark alleyways and empty parks with no destination in mind, just to clear my head.

Though this time there was a destination. It had been 3 hours since the phone call with my angel, by now she should be asleep.

Unless she was lying to me. That will get her in trouble.

But no. As I reached her house and climbed on her balcony, the lights were already off. A grin forms in my face as I notice that the balcony door was open, letting the chilly breeze creep inside her room.

So inviting.

Entering inside, I can see some of the surroundings, my eyes easily adjusting in the darkness.

Ah.

There she lays, in a deep sleep wearing nothing but a silky nightie, her white fluffy wings smaller and spreading on the bed. Her pretty golden hair falling on her face, her breathing is slow and soft, my hungry eyes already fixed on the movement of her chest. She has to be a real angel, cause no human out there has ever looked this mesmerising. My scarred hand reaches to remove the hair off her face, careful to not wake her up. My finger caresses her cheek softly, then it goes down to her chin, and trailing lower, reaching her chest.

I can see her nipples perking through the fabric of her nightie.

You’re a fucking tease y’know that babe? Leaving the balcony door wide open, wearing something like this. You knew I was coming didn’t cha?

I reach closer, my face mere inches away from her figure, as I take in her scent. Fuck, the same sweet intoxicating scent as before. It makes me salivate, the sight in front of me is making it harder and harder to not do anything reckless right now.

I am more than capable to fuck her just like this, or play with her lovely tits while I jerk myself off. Until she wakes up, panicking and horrified at the sight of a stranger stroking his cock to her sleeping figure. Damn that would really traumatise you angel.

I need to be patient. Can’t have her scared off, running to her brother for help, where’s the fun in that?

“Oh, I’ll make you fall f’me” I whisper, my lips press softly against her forehead. “I’ll have ya question your morals and your sanity soon enough”

I reach to the pocket of my coat, grabbing a few small blue flowers that I picked while walking earlier. Thankfully they weren’t crushed. I put them right on her bedstand, a little gift for when she wakes up in the morning.

Before I make my way to leave I notice the amount of plushies and small figurines she’s collected around.

“Cute” I mumble to myself before disappearing in the night. She’s gonna have to tell me ‘bout her collection one day.

****

The tomorrow’s meeting was about all the support and supplies we’d be gathering on the upcoming war against heroes once Shigaraki wakes up. A bunch of boring crap really, but as a lieutenant I had to show up and pretend that I care. Didn’t get much sleep last night, and for some reason those bastards just looove to have meetings in the morning. Helps to start the day fresh they say. Buncha’ idiots.

My mind is filled with nothing but her.

Damn it doll, y’gonna have me lose this war if you don’t leave my mind. I’ll have to punish you real bad for that.

“Hawks, what a pleasure to have you back again!” ReDestro says. I sit back on the chair, a lazy smile spreading across my face at the sight of the number two hero.

I jerked off to your sister’s voice last night, hero. And you have absolutely no idea.

I cough slightly, trying not to laugh.

After the meeting ends, I reach for Hawks, throwing an arm around him as if we’re close buddies.

“Oh hey man!” he laughs nervously.

“Such boring meeting don’t cha think?” I say, pulling a pack of cigarettes from my pocket. I offer him one but he declines.

“Yeah maybe, but every meeting has its importance.” he replies and I just roll my eyes.

I remove my arm off him, my eyes fixed on his.

“How is your sister doing?” I grin, puffing smoke out of my mouth, directly on his face, which is irritated with annoyance.

“Since when do you care about her now? I told you to not bring her up” Hawks replies sternly.

“Man you’re no fun. M’just trynna have a conversation here.” I raise both my hands, but he knows better than to believe I don’t have any sick intention behind all of this.

“I made sure to warn her that day to stay far away from you” Hawks says.

“You warned her that same day?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Yup. She has no business with you”

The same day she was warned. She ignored the warning and continued talking to me on the phone the other day, giving me the damn blue balls with her sleepy sexy voice. Angel, aren’t you naughty?

Not containing my thrill any longer, I head outside the PLF mansion, walking towards the forest. Outside it’s sunny, the brightness making me squint and almost killing my eyes.

I grab my burner phone, dialling her number. She picks up almost immediately.

You thrilled too huh?

“Rise and shine, angelface. Slept well?”

Of course you slept well. You lay there so pretty and peacefully, I saw you myself.

“Morning Dabi!” she says, excitement clear in her high pitched voice.

After a small chitchat, I decide to.. poke her a little.

“I hope you liked my gift~” I say and for a few seconds I was met with silence.

“…gift?” she mumbles in confusion, before letting out a small gasp. For sure her eyes fixed on the blue flowers that popped up out of nowhere in her nightstand.

“Stop with those jokes” she laughs nervously.

“Y’think I’m joking around? You wound me princess, after all that I went through to gather some pretty flowers just for you..”

Her breathing becomes irregular. Damn, did I scare you?

“H-How did you get them in my room?”

“How do you think?”

“Umm…”

Poor angel, you’re stressing out.

“By the way” I interrupted, changing the topic. I decide to not answer her questions, and just leave her be with her thoughts. “Hawks told me you’re forbidden from talking to me~”

“Y-yeah but..” she swallows. “He won’t give me any reason why. And also, I don’t need guidance anymore, I am not a child..”

“Exactly” I grin. “You’re a big girl. M’sure you’re more than capable of making your own decisions, right princess?”

“Yeah.. right” she says, doubt in her voice. “But anyways, about the flowers you still didn’t-”

“Oh shit, I gotta go. Talk t’ya later” I say, before hanging up.

I have in fact nowhere to go. I just wanted to leave her drown in questions without answers, in overthinking and confused emotions. As much as I want to get her and make her mine, I decide that to have her yearning for me and her poor little heart burning for me is way better instead.

Her brother won’t give her a clear answer as to why I should not be approached. She still doesn’t know how those flowers got there, her brother’s best friend would never do anything bad right? Like, getting inside her room in the middle of the night when she’s asleep, salivating at her like a depraved man. He would never.

But you’ll see much more of me soon.

I send her a text message, I need to move things further.

If she shows up, there’s no turning back.

Tags: @mostlyheinous @touyalove @awalkingshame @ch3rrykoolaid @dabihawksluva @syrenkitsune

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save-the-villainous-cat · 3 months

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Married hero x villain

When villain just comes to hero’s rescue right after they’ve been severely tortured by supervillain (or superhero, whichever one is fine), and hero breaks down bc they lost their wedding ring during the fight and villain is like “baby that ring is nothing compared to your own life and safety, plus I can always buy you a new one.”

“Fuck, your stats are horrible,” the villain noticed. They still stared at the calibrations their little device offered, refusing to believe that the hero was in such a bad condition and still conscious.

Then again, the hero wasn’t quite human.

“I’m so sorry,” the hero whispered. The tears wouldn’t stop and the villain’s heart splintered with every drop.

“It’s not your fault,” the villain said. They tried to be rational, to shut off their emotions and concentrate on the hero instead of their anger. The villain knew they would take care of the supervillain later and they knew it wouldn’t be pretty. Carefully, they wiped the tears and blood from the hero’s face. “You’re safe now.”

“I can’t really breathe,” the hero said.

“I know, your left lung collapsed.”

“Has that ever happened before?” the hero asked. The villain could tell they were in immense pain but refused to show it.

“Yeah, a few months ago. It wasn’t this bad, though. Now, come here.” The villain pulled up their spouse but they noticed too late the hero’s ankles were broken. The hero moaned — nearly screamed — and the villain picked them up immediately, just like on their wedding day.

The fabric of the villain’s suit twisted in the hero’s hand.

“Shit, I scanned you all over, how did I miss this…?”

“Scan probably crashed. Happened to me when I tried to scan a dead person. Too much info. They really messed me up this time,” the hero whispered. The villain felt them shake in their arms, felt blood soaking through their own suit.

“Hey, it’s okay,” the villain said. They tried not to hold their spouse too close. They didn’t want to cause any more harm.

But despite the villain’s plan, they felt their own sanity slipping away. They had to swallow a sour taste in their mouth, had to blink away tears.

The villain needed to be strong for their hero but deep down, they knew how this was breaking them. How all of this was made to break them. Stealing their spouse in the middle of the night, torturing them, hiding them, playing with them; all of it happened because the supervillain wanted to toy with them.

Panic was an old companion and the villain was sure they would meet them soon enough. And if that happened, panic would beat the living shit out of them.

“Let’s go home,” the villain said, their voice shaking.

“Honey, I need to tell you something,” the hero said and the villain held onto them a little tighter, protective and worried. Their spouse was doing pretty well for nearly dying. No doubt, their superpowers made them harder to kill, but the hero was dangerously good at pretending they were fine.

The villain risked a look down at them in their arms and there were even more tears on the hero’s cheeks.

“I’m so sorry,” they sobbed and the villain had a million horrible suspicions running through their mind. What had happened to their hero? What had they done to them? The villain was losing it, was going to murder the supervillain with their own hands. “They took my ring.”

The hero’s tears wouldn’t stop, in fact everything got worse. The villain could tell they tried to swallow their tears. But their lips trembled and their eyes were red.

“Honestly? I’m just glad you’re alright.” One crack, then two. The villain’s voice gave up and so did the villain. They let the little wall in their mind crumble completely and let emotions take over. Everything broke down and the tears followed. They held the hero close, shaking.

Likewise, the hero stopped pretending and let the tears fall.

It was a curse. Pretending to be alright, so you wouldn’t worry your significant other. The villain hadn’t planned this but they couldn’t help it. Maybe the hero was the only person they could be their rawest self with. Maybe the hero was the only person who truly, deeply knew them.

Someone who had seen all the ugly parts, all the disgusting parts, all the faults and mistakes, all the imperfections and unpleasantries. Someone who, despite all, stayed.

“Oh god, my love,” the villain sobbed between tears, “god, I thought you were gone.”

“You’re not mad?” the hero asked and the villain shook their head, lost in complete despair. They needed a second to gather themselves.

“It’s just a ring,” the villain whispered. The hero wiped tears off the villain’s cheeks and the villain had to smile softly. “Marriage is so much more than one ring. All I ask for is your safety.”

The hero leaned their head against the villain’s chest. They seemed calmer as their fingers went over the villain’s forearm.

“I can always buy you a new one,” the villain promised. “But first, we have to get out of here.”

For the next few months, the villain didn’t let the healing hero out of their sight.

#bro stop talking and get outta there yall are dumb fuck u #ugh disgusting couples yuck (sarcastic)#NOT PRROOOFREADDD #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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christinesficrecs · 5 months

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do you have any fic recs for season 3a? i’ve been rewatching and i really like the storyline 🥹

Well, Post-3B is my jam but try these ones. 🩷

Don’t Speak by fatale | 68.9K

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Thunderstorms & Polish Lullabies by Whispering_Samir | 10K

The one where Stiles time-travels just in time to save Boyd and Derek from the Alphas, and manages to heal everyone, including himself, just a little in the process.

There’s Monsters at Home by calrissian18 | 83,575

How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.

Derek despised him.

Forging Bonds by mikkimouse | 27.5K

The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—

Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.

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Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.

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#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #tw season 3 #tw season 3A #alpha pack #jennifer blake

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meowordeath · 5 days

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A/N: This isn't proofread and bug autocorrected to big sometimes so hopefully there aren't too many mistakes !

My weird bug lover… | Francis Mosses x gn!reader 🤍

Content warning | talk of bugs, spiders, fluff

wc - 500+

Francis, he loves you with all his heart, truly he does! but he’d prefer you didn’t try to hand him every bug you came across outside, or try to bring them home. “Francis! Look, look, look!” You shout excitedly, running toward him with your hands cupped, obviously meaning you had something.

He sighs, walking toward you. You halt in front of him with a big smile. “Mmm what did you find this time, my love. Is it a caterpillar? or maybe a pretty looking beetle?” Even though he didn’t like bugs he always held his hand out for you to hand over whichever bug you’d found.

“No, it’s a Ladybird spider!” You say placing the bug in his hands with excitement. Francis froze as the spider started crawling up his hand. “Isn’t she just super pretty! Let’s take it home!” You look at your lover's face which is much paler than it usually is.

“Francis? You okay, you look sick” His hands are shaking slightly as he forces on a brave facade. “I… I think it’s best if we leave the spiders outside love…” He moves his hands slowly toward you gesturing for you to take the spider back. You pout taking the spider from his hands. “But, it kind of looks like a ladybug, what if we just pretend it’s not a spider!” You smile at him, which usually gets him to give in.

He shakes his head though. “I won’t change my mind this time, love. We already have a few too many bug enclosures in our small apartment, we don’t need more.” He is not letting a spider into his apartment. The few different species of beetles, snails, praying mantis were enough, plus you had ordered a scorpion through the mail, if he had to deal with a scorpion plus a spider in his small apartment he might pass away on the spot.

You let the spider crawl off your hand onto a bush giving it a small goodbye, before turning back to your lover. “Mmm, why can’t we just get a cat and dye it ladybug colors?” He said linking your hands. “No way, it’ll knock my enclosures on the ground, and you wouldn’t want a bunch of beetles roaming the apartment would you?” He felt a shiver go down his spine at the thought.

“You're right, let’s stick to just bugs for now.” He said squeezing your hand. You find his reaction a little amusing as you giggle. “Oh! that reminds me I saw an advertisement about this butterfly garden, we should go!” You give him that same smile you use to get something, and this time he gives in.

“Mmm, okay at least it’s butterflies. I can handle butterflies.” You cheer, before seeing a huge beetle climbing a tree out of the corner of your eye. You gasp. “Look! It’s a Hercules Beetle, we have to take him home at least!” You say happily pulling him toward the big bug.

Francis didn’t even bother giving the bug a glance, his eyes not moving your face. You always look so happy finding bugs, though he lost a little sanity everytime you handed them to him, the cheerful look you had always made it worth it.

Sorry it's a little short! Hope you liked it! :3

#francis mosses x reader #thats not my neighbor #milkman x reader #francis mosses x you #milkman x you

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sinner-as-saint · 2 years

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after dark.

Morpheus x Reader (one shot)

Run-through: You always dreamt of him. The beautiful, mysterious, enchanting stranger who took you on adventures each night when you slept. He was your secret, no one in your waking life knew of him. Each night as you drifted off to sleep, you spent hours in his company. And it was always peaceful and wholesome with him, sure some nights your dreams were somewhat steamy, but it was always comforting and safe with him. But of course, he only existed in your dreams, right? It’s not like he would take offence if you were to, say, fool around with someone else in real life. Right? Well, so you thought. Until the line between dreams and reality begins to blur, making you question your sanity.

Themes: smut, fluff, possessive!morpheus

You had the biggest smile on your face as you ran to him, into his open arms.

“Morpheus!” You squealed, finally reaching him. Wrapping your arms around your favourite dream man, you pressed yourself against him.

He let out a pleasant hum as he hugged you. “You seem happier than when I last saw you.” He commented, and you caught the hint of a tease in his voice.

You pulled away from the hug to look at him. The last time… you felt your face burning when you remembered it. The last time you saw Morpheus was just last night, and you two may or may not have gotten cosy in what he referred to as his ‘throne room’.

You linked your arm with his as the two of you strolled in the meadow. It made you feel like you were in Victorian times, wearing a pretty dress and out on a stroll with a handsome man.

“You remember that job I told you about?” You asked, turning to look at him.

Morpheus smiled at you, “I remember. You spent half an hour telling me how it has been your dream job since you were just a child.”

You got extra excited because he did remember. You stopped walking and turned to face Morpheus properly.

“Well…” You took his hands in yours and smiled up at him, “I got it! They called me just this afternoon and told me that I was the perfect candidate!” You hugged him again, inhaling his familiar scent. A familiar scent you could only describe as dreamy - like rain, like a pine forest in the winter. Something cool, but also mysterious. “Oh Morpheus,” You sighed, “You have no idea how much this means to me. Can you believe it? I…”

As you spoke about how much this job means to you, Morpheus just smiled and held you in his arms. Smiled and pretended he had nothing to do with the fact that you so conveniently got the job right after telling him all about it.

Morpheus once accidentally stumbled upon you while you were in The Dreaming. And he’s been infatuated ever since. You were roaming around the meadow when he found you; wearing a pretty dress and, as cliché as it sounds, chasing the butterflies. That day, he couldn’t help but approach you and talk to you.

You two spoke for a very long time and only when it was time for you to wake up did Morpheus realise that he didn’t want to let you go just yet. So he promised you that he’d meet you again, in your dreams the very next day. You kissed him on the cheek and your dream ended. And ever since, he’s met you in your dreams almost every single night.

When you were done talking, Morpheus just leaned in and kissed you. A soft, deep kiss. Like a lover would. And it left you breathless. When you opened your eyes to look at him, you sighed again.

“Sometimes it feels like you’re real.” You said, nuzzling his jaw. “Sometimes I wish you were.”

Morpheus’ grip tightened just a little around you. You felt him tense up but it was so slight that you didn’t think twice about it. Then he said something which he often did. In that deep, dark as night and powerful voice of his he said, “I am real.”

You chuckled then, agreeing just for the sake of agreeing. Reaching out to poke his arrogant nose. “Of course you are, my Lord.” You teased him.

He exhaled loudly, a faint smile on his pretty mouth as he pulled away from your finger when it sought to poke his nose again. “Tell me,” He spoke, taking your hand in his again and urging you to walk with him, “Where do you want to go today?”

Each night was an adventure for you. Morpheus would take you wherever you wanted to go. Up on the mountains, by the rivers, in castles and kingdoms (sometimes even his own). He’d take you to cities that don’t exist and in libraries which seemed endless.

And today you said, as you smiled at him, “A beach at sunset, please.”

Morpheus gave you another one of his rare, soft smiles, “Very well, my darling.”

As soon as he said it, there you were all of a sudden - on a beach. It was all golden rays from the setting sun, golden and warm sand, and the gentle waves crashing on the shore, the water glittering. The cool breeze. The scent of the sea. It felt like peace.

You closed your eyes for a moment, the dreamy beach feeling all too real as you breathed in deeply. You tilted your head back, letting the golden rays of the sun wash over you. And just then you felt Morpheus’ arms wrap around you from behind.

You giggled as you imagined just how out of place he must look on a golden beach. Him with his dark hair, and dark clothes, his long dark coat. And that constant princely pout on his mouth. “Thank you.” You whispered, hoping he heard it over the cool breeze.

“You’re welcome,” He said, the timbre of his voice making his chest rumble. He nuzzled your cheek, rubbing the cold tip of his nose against your skin.

“I wish I could stay here forever. With you.” You said, leaning back against him.

He said way too quickly, “You could.”

You laughed again, melting against him as he held you. The two of you watching the sunset, well you did more of the sunset watching because Morpheus just looked at you instead.

A while later, when you were both sitting on the blanket that appeared out of nowhere on the beach, Morpheus asked, “You’re awfully quiet today.”

You sighed, leaning back against his chest. You were currently sitting in between his parted legs and there was nothing more comfortable than leaning against his warm, powerful body. “Just thinking.” You mumbled.

Since it was a dream, the sun wasn’t exactly setting with time. It just stayed there, half submerged in the horizon and perfectly golden. And even after what felt like a couple of hours, you still couldn’t get enough of looking at it, and the saturated clouds and sky around it.

Morpheus wrapped an arm around you, pulling back and more into him. “About what?”

You gently caressed his hand which was resting on your stomach, “About just how perfect things have been going for me ever since I met you. Are you some kind of magician?” You asked, teasing him.

He had a little smirk on those perfect lips of his as you tilted your head just enough to look at him. “No, but I do keep telling you that I am the dream lord.”

“Mhmm,” You hummed, believing him for a nanosecond. “Then you know all about everyone’s dreams?”

“And nightmares.” He added.

You chuckled, “Well, then tell me. What did I dream the most about when I was very little, like five or six years old?”

Morpheus looked like he was thinking about it, and then said, “Dragons.”

You were only surprised for half a second, then you laughed it off. You thought that Morpheus was just a product of your subconscious, so of course he knew everything that you knew - even the things you’d forgotten. “Very good, Dream Lord. And what about now that I’m all grown up?” You asked, still in a playful tone.

“Me.” Morpheus said, sounding proud and powerful. “You dream of me.” He said again, letting his hand trail down your body, petting you and caressing you through the thin fabric of the dress. “You dream of this.” He whispered, grabbing the material of the skirt and pulling it up to reveal the soft skin of your thighs. His hand dipped down in between your legs, caressing you there and toying with the soft lips in between your thighs.

You gasped and let out a quiet moan as he teased your clit, circled the tips of his two fingers around it, spreading your wetness around lazily.

“You dream of this, do you not?” He questioned, sliding his two fingers down your wet slit and teasing your hole. “Tell me, my darling. Do you not?”

You whined, squirming a little against him, “Yes, Morpheus. I do.” You whispered, and right after, he slid his fingers into you. Gently, stroking your walls as you slowly rode his fingers. His touch was always soft but fiery, even though he was always calm and collected - there was something electric about his touch.

“You’re so warm.” He kissed along your jaw as he finger-fucked you. Nibbling and biting your skin, but also kissing and tasting it. “Does that feel good?” He asked, whispering into your ear as he kissed around it while his fingers ever so gently sped up into you. “Do my fingers feel good?”

You nodded, holding back a moan as you said, “Yes… more, please,” You tried to grind your hips harder against his fingers but he wouldn’t let you, not just yet.

He chuckled darkly against your ear, making your body tingle and throb for him. “Tell me you’re mine.” He whispered. “Tell me you’re mine alone.”

You sighed in pleasure as he reached deeper inside you, his fingers curling just right inside your warm, wet hole, making your arch your back, whining for him. “I’m yours, Morpheus. All yours, and yours alone. Please, just let me come.”

His other hand reach out to toy with your clothed nipple as he quickened his pace, fucking you faster and deeper with his fingers. “Alright.” He said, “Come for me.” And you did. Whining and squirming, your walls clenching around his fingers as he thrust them in and out of you as you came all over them, drenching them with your wetness. Morpheus smirked, kissing the side of your face while you recovered. “Well done, darling. I’m afraid it is time for you to wake up now.”

You groaned, turning around to face him. “I’m gonna miss you. I always do.” You said, cupping his face and leaning in to give him a loud kiss on his pouty, pink lips.

He smiled faintly, “I will see you tomorrow. And good luck with your new job.”

You gave him one last hug before you parted.

Then you woke up in your bed, in your apartment, excited to start the day.

—

The next few days were filled with so much workload and so much excitement, and so many new friends at work that you barely slept long enough, or deeply enough to dream. You took light naps, waking up every hour or so.

And each time you did, it felt like you weren’t alone in the apartment. You blamed the paranoia on work and all that, but it got harder and harder to ignore each time. One night, as your eyes shut slowly, you could’ve sworn there was a tall, dark figure standing at the end of your bed.

It didn’t scare you though, as crazy as it sounds, it felt familiar. And although the thought crossed your mind a few times, you laughed it off because there was no way that your dream man would just materialise into your real life. He existed only in your dreams. Only there.

One Friday evening, a male colleague asked if you wanted to grab a drink before you went home. And you agreed. The guy was funny, charismatic and good looking. A round of drinks turned into three, and then you two hooked up in the pub’s washroom. You both agreed that it was just sex, you both needed the release. And you with the dreams you’d been having, even more so.

Though, a part of you kept comparing your colleague to Morpheus. But then he made you come a few times and you forgot all about it.

Morpheus isn’t real, you told yourself, enjoy this right now. Morpheus isn’t here. He’s not real. He can’t be.

After helping each other clean up, sharing smiles and laughter and wishing one another good night, you and your colleague parted ways outside the pub. And you walked home.

It was still a little busy at that time, and yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched. You walked a little faster then, turning around to check behind you every minute until you were well inside your apartment.

Quick sex at the pub and the day’s work had taken a toll on you so all you could do was fix yourself a quick dinner, get the in the shower and get in bed.

And that was when you dreamt. Although tonight was entirely different. Whenever you dreamt and met Morpheus, it was always bright and sparkly. The colours seemed extra lively. The air was always cool.

But tonight was anything but. You found yourself standing on a wooden jetty, just above a dark body of water. It was hauntingly beautiful, but a little frightening nonetheless. The sky was dark, so was the still water. Water so still that you couldn’t help but imagine all the nightmares that must hide beneath the surface.

Nightmares… was this a nightmare? Morpheus had once promised you that you would never experience a nightmare ever again in your life. But then, what was this?

You looked around and there was no one there but you. In the eerie silence, and the air seemed a little chilly. You were on this edge of the wooden structure but you still refused to walk down it because who knew where it might lead?

“A nightmare?” You whispered under your breath.

“Not quite.” Said a deep, dangerous voice.

You looked around and saw nothing at first. But then you really looked and there it was, the two glowing orbs that seemed like they were floating your way. The closer they got, the more they looked like two eyes instead.

“Morpheus?” You called out, genuinely confused. “It’s you.” You said, finally being able to see him. It looked like he stepped out of darkness itself, like he was made of it. His long dark cloak swayed gently as he walked down the jetty to get to you like he was in no rush at all.

He remained quiet as he approached.

So you asked again, “I’m having a nightmare?”

To which he replied, “No you are not. I have simply selected this place to speak with you.”

You almost chuckled, “You selected? Morpheus, this is my dream. You can’t control my d-,”

He cut you off, in that same composed and cold tone he said, “What part of me being Dream of the Endless did you not grasp?”

That shut you up for a moment. But then you said, “That’s not real. You’re just something my mind constructed. You’re not real.”

He looked amused. Even though you argued, you seemed a little confused. As though you weren’t fully confident in what you were saying. “You say I’m not real?”

“No.” You said plainly. You’d take a step back, but if you did you’d end up in the dark water. So you stayed put as Morpheus stepped closer to you.

“Are you certain?” He asked, like someone who’s waiting to prove you wrong.

“Morpheus…” You whispered as he reached down to wrap his hand around your wrist. “Please, what’s-,”

“Come,” He said, “Let’s show you just how real I am.”

One minute you were standing on the edge of that jetty, looking down at the dark water. And the next you were in your apartment. In your bed. With Morpheus standing very still next to it.

You wanted to scream, but instead you got out of bed and moved the furthest you could from him. “There's no way this is happening. I must be dreaming.” You kept pinching yourself, hard enough to leave bruises on your skin.

Morpheus smirked, “This is not a dream. I’m here,” He said, walking over to where you stood, pressing yourself against the wall. His fingers trailed up your neck, making you shiver before they slid into your hair and tugged on it, tilting your head a little. “Now, I would like for you to tell me why you let another man touch what is mine.” He stared down at you with his jaw clenched. “Answer me.”

You were basically drowning in confusion and denial, and still you would be lying if you said that his voice didn’t shove unholy thoughts in your head. But… he was here. You realised. He was tangible, not just a fragment of your unconscious mind. He was… you struggled to say the word ‘real’ but he was.

“No,” You whispered. “I… I dream about you but you can’t be real. Morpheus, you can’t be.” You said, like you could coax him into ceasing to exist in real life.

“Answer my question,” He leaned in closer till his eyes were all that you could see in the dimly lit room. “Why did you let him?” As he spoke, his lips brushed against yours, making you shiver. “It seems to me that you forgot who I am. You forgot that you belong to me.” He said, sounding calm but dangerous. “Need I remind you?”

Now wasn’t the right time to feel all tingly down there, but you couldn’t help it. It was the familiarity of him that prevented you from being scared of him. Somewhere, you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. In fact, you had more of an issue with believing that he was real instead of being afraid.

“Morpheus…” You whispered, your lips brushing against his as well as you said his name. In desolation it sounded like. You weren’t ready to accept this just yet.

And he knew. He scoffed, letting go of you and stepping away. “You reek of him.” He pointed out, his eyes glossier than normal. He looked disappointed. “I will come back when you are ready for me to. And we will talk. Until then, I will be keeping an eye on you so…” He leaned in closer to whisper, “My darling, I better not see you anywhere near him again.”

You could do nothing more than just stare at him. He’s real. He’s real. He’s real. And then he was gone.

You didn’t sleep at all that night, fearing that you might dream of him.

–

And for the next few days, when you slept you didn’t even dream at all. Just calm, dreamless nights. You were restless though. Morpheus had been such a constant in your life for so long and now he was just… Gone.

Were you ready to see him again though? You shivered just at the thought of him. Not in fear though, something else entirely.

He was real. He was indeed Dream of the Endless. He was the Dream Lord, and the King of Nightmares. His castle was real. The endless library was real. The Dreaming was real.

Now what?

‘I will come back when you are ready for me to. And we will talk.’

You tried to ignore it, that feeling deep within your heart. That part of you which longed for him. His voice, his touch, you missed him. Endless or not, you two had too much history for you to just forget about him.

So one night, you decided you wanted to talk to him. Except, you didn’t know how to contact him. You tried to force yourself to sleep so maybe you’d find him in your dreams - where he apparently lurks around. But you were too nervous to fall asleep. And being unable to fall asleep had you frustrated.

You sat on the edge of your bed, your head in your hands as you cursed, “For fuck’s sake, Morpheus, how do I-,” You cut youself off as you felt him.

His electric presence in the room. He was here.

“You called?” He said, and it sounded more like a taunt.

You lifted your head up to look at him. You had one of your table lamps on so his eyes looked extra shiny. “I can’t take this anymore. And… and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Morpheus walked over to where you were. You let him. You let him reach out and touch your face as you looked up at him with tears of frustration in your eyes. You wanted to be angry, but you couldn’t.

“You cannot take what?” He asked, sounding more gentle than you expected. Although there was a fire in his eyes which isn’t normally there.

You scoffed, pulling away from his touch as you stood up to face him. “This. Us. Whatever this is. It has to stop.” Your voice cracked, “I…you need to put an end to this.”

Morpheus just stared at you for a moment. Then asked, “And I should let him have you? I should let someone else take what is mine?”

He sounded every bit of the King of Nightmares that he apparently was. Dark and broody, arrogant and powerful. You tried to look away from him, but there’s always been something about the look on Morpheus’ face - like a bored monarch - that made it hard to look at anything else in the room while he was in it.

You spoke softly, “Morpheus, I didn’t know. I didn’t know what this meant. I just went with it thinking it was all fake, that it was all just dreams. But now…” You trailed off, not knowing how to word what you were feeling.

What did you want? For him to leave, forever?

“But now,” Morpheus said, “Now that you know it has been real all along, you wish for it to end? You wish to never see me again?” He questioned with a sly smirk, like he knows the answer.

You frowned at him, defeated, “I don’t know.”

Morpheus stepped closer to you, dangerously close. So close that every fibre of your being tingled and longed to be touched by him. The air around him was almost just as electric as he was. “That is not an answer, is it? Yes or no?”

You sighed, avoiding his eyes as you spoke, “How does this make any sense? I’m just human and you’re… you’re like, God.”

He scoffed, then grabbed your chin so you couldn’t look away from him, “I am more than your god. I’m Endless.” He sounded as arrogant as one.

“That doesn’t make it easier, does it?”

“Yes it does.” He argued quickly. “You belong to me.” He said like it was a finality, his hand trailed down your body, gently, starting from your neck, down to your breasts and all the way down to your thighs where he gripped your hips and pulled you into him.“You’re mine. And by my side is where you belong.” He whispered in your ear while his hand ran up and down your body.

Your body felt like it was on fire under his touch. Your back arched a little, leaning into his touch. As always, you melted. “Morpheus…” You gasped as he squeezed your breast and leaned in to kiss your neck, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your throat as he kept you in place while he tasted your skin.

“Shh, my darling,” He whispered against your skin. “Let me. Let me make you mine.” And next thing you knew, you were being pushed down on your bed. He pinned you down on the soft mattress by your throat while he stared down into your eyes. “You will let me, won’t you?” He asked, staring down at you with those pretty eyes.

You nodded quickly, “Yes.” You said, breathlessly.

“Good.” He sounded pleased. He made quick work of removing your clothes and then pulled away just enough so he could look down at your bare body beneath him. He held your stare as he took off his clothes. And the way his body moved was hypnotic; taut, lean and all clean lines.

Before you could do anything, Morpheus was kissing down your body and you were a whimpering mess by the time he kissed along your inner thighs. He smirked when you let out a loud moan as he kissed your throbbing clit ever so gently.

You couldn’t resist him. You melted right under his touch as his tongue gently licked down your folds, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh as he pushed his face further into your wet core. You heard him growl before he bit down on the soft skin at your inner thighs to get your attention.

“Look at me.” He mumbled. And when you did he said, “This is mine. Do you understand me?”

You supported yourself up on your elbows and looked down at him, nodding in agreement. Pleased, he held your stare as he attached his mouth to your core again, making you whimper in pleasure. Your legs began shaking a little as he took his time and dragged his tongue up and down your slit.

“Tell me,” He demanded, “Tell me you’re mine. He whispered before he got back to teasing your sensitive spot with his warm and wet tongue, relishing your taste.

“I’m yours, Morpheus. I’m yours and you know it.” You said, moaning as your back arched off the bed as a wave of intense pleasure washed over you.

“And you better remember it. Because if I see someone else touch you like I do ever again, I will make sure they never know sanity again.” He said casually before getting back to teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

“Morpheus, please…” you moaned pathetically.

But he didn’t make you come so easily. He licked around your clit one last time before pulling away and kissing his way up your body again. He leaned in to kiss your open mouth eventually, making you gasp and moan and turning you into a breathless mess.

“You’re mine.” He mumbled against your lips, settling in between your legs and his hand reached up to wrap around your throat - as if to remind you that you were his.

You touched him wherever you could, your eager hands roaming his body. “Yes…” You whispered back against his lips. You were a whimpering mess by the time he aligned his erected cock to your entrance.

You shuddered, moaning as you felt all of him filling you up. “You feel that? Do you feel me inside of you?” He asked, tightening his grip around your throat. He smirked when you nodded, “No one else is going to make you feel this way.” He said, leaning in to gently brush his lips against yours but not kissing you just yet. “Do you hear me?” He asked in that growly voice of his.

“Yes,” You said, breathless and whining when he refused to move. And you knew that your soft whimpers only fueled his pride. “Morpheus, please.” You begged, trying to grind your hips against his. But even then he didn’t make a move. He just held you there, pinned under him as he let you feel him properly. His jealousy was quickly taking over him, and so was his hubris.

“Why did you let him touch you the other night?” He asked, surprising you just a little. Because of course he would bring it up right here right now. There was always a subtle cruelness to Morpheus and you could see it well now.

“Morpheus, please.” You pleaded, your brain barely working with how badly you needed him to fuck you.

“No,” He said, “You do not get to beg me. Not now.” And for a moment there he sounded properly cruel. The tone of his voice sent shivers down your spine as you squirmed under him, desperately trying to get some friction. “Tell me,” He continued, “Do I not give enough? Did I not make most of your dreams come true? Was my love not enough for you?” He questioned.

You could barely think straight, but even then, you heard the hurt and the irritation in his voice that was not just cold, but lethal. “I’m… I’m sorry.” You whispered, looking up at him.

“And now you apologise.” He taunted through gritted teeth as he dug his knees into the mattress before pulling out and fucking into you hard. “Do you have any idea what it was like for me to watch that?” He questioned, fucking you slowly, cruelly.

You cried out in pleasure as his cock filled you up again and again.

He tightened his grip around your throat as he sped up into you, growling right in your ear, “I am going to make sure that never happens again.” He whispered, sounding menacing while you were a moaning mess under him as he sped up into you. “You so desperately wanted to be fucked, did you not? Well, I am going to make sure to always keep you satisfied.” He hissed in your ear in that dark voice, speeding up again.

He stretched you out deliciously, perfectly. Filling you up and reaching all the right places as he went, occasionally biting down on your lip as he pounded into you relentlessly.

“I feel good inside of you, do I not, my darling?” He whispered, getting a little breathless himself as he watched you squirm and whine under him.

You nodded, barely able to form a proper sentence. “Yes… you do.”

Morpheus lifted one of your legs and hooked it to his waist, pushing himself deeper inside you, smirking down at you as he felt you clench hard around him. He stared down at you with a handsome and arrogant smirk on his face. “Are you close?” He asked, “Will you come for me?”

You whimpered, “Can I?” You asked.

He almost let you. Almost.

“Do you deserve it?” He asked with the kind of authority in his voice that only made you clench around him harder. He didn’t slow down as you felt you fluttering around him. Instead he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud, lust-drunk and right on the edge. “Do you deserve to? After what you did?” He asked as he fucked into you relentlessly, knowing that he was only making it harder for you to hold back.

You had tears streaming down your face, but he still didn’t let you come just yet. “Please…” You begged.

“Promise me first,” He whispered, leaning down to stare deeper into your eyes, “Promise me you will not turn to anyone else to satisfy you ever again.”

Your walls clenched around him violently and your back arched off the bed. “I promise. I promise, Morpheus please…”

You felt the pressure building up inside you. A burning knot getting tighter and tighter, wanting to explode but just waiting for his command…

“Come for me.” He said finally.

And your orgasm washed over you right as he said so. Your leg around his waist was trembling, and so was your whole body as you came for him. Gasping and moaning, squirming beneath him given he didn’t stop thrusting into you as you came.

You felt your mind getting foggy, your walls tightening around his length, gushing out around his cock while he still pounded relentlessly into you until he came as well, grunting and breathing heavily, filling you up so much that you could feel it. Some of it trickled out of you when he carefully removed his cock from your body and looked down to where his cum dripped down your inner thighs.

“Mine.” He said, one final time. His voice coarse and deeper than usual.

As he wrapped his arms around your trembling frame, you whispered against his warm skin, “Yours.”

#morpheus x reader #the sandman #morpheus smut #dream of the endless

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goodday-goodmorn · 9 months

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Alright! Starting this shitshow of a blog off strong with a platonic yandere Bruce Wayne fic!

Heavily inspired by- @blughxreader and their batman stuff! Go check ‘em out- (specifically the one with poor reader and the rooftop escape, those are my fav’s <3)

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Also inspired by this qoute:

'They can't do that,' she said finally. 'It's the one thing they can't do. They can make you say anything -- anything -- but they can't make you believe it. They can't get inside you.' (Gorge Orwells, 1984)

“You know, i’m pretty sure that you helping me right now would be going against natural selection.”

Bruce sent you a look, something dark in his eyes. You knew it was coming however and shamelessly avoided looking at him for that exact reason. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have said that, he never was one for jabs or jokes that hinted in any way about you dying.

“You’re kind of a mother hen ya know that? I mean, i knew before but this is really solidifying it ya know?”

It was a deflection and you both knew it, usally Bruce wouldn’t let you get away with those. But once again, these were not the usual circumstances. Truth be told he was probably just glad you were talking again, that you had some life back in your eyes, albeit only a small amount.

“Your soup is getting cold.”

Ah damn it. You were hoping he wouldn’t notice. A stupid hope, consdiering he notices fucking everything.

“So it is.”

…

A sigh, “Kid, you need to eat.” You knew what it meant. It was a silent question, ‘are we gonna do this the easy way or the hard way?’, because either way, you would be eating.

You swallowed, truth be told, you didn’t have the motivation to eat. Nor the appetite, but the alternative was him talking you through every bite and you really didn’t want that right now.

So with a sigh of your own you picked up the spoon, at least you didn’t have to cook anything, all you had to do was eat what was in front of you. You could do that. Barely any effort. It was simple.

So simple.

The spoon stays in the bowl, your hand resting on it as you stare at the soup.

It’s delicious, you know it is, Alfred's food always is, and he’d made one of your favorites too. Something nice and hearty so you would be full for a while and wouldn’t have to go through the effort of eating again too soon.

Bruce was watching you when you looked up, ever watchful, ever observant, waiting to see if he had to intervene.

You swallowed, you never liked it when he stared too hard. His gaze was always so intense. With heavy limbs, you scoop a spoonful of soup and start eating.

Bruce’s gaze softens and he lets out a soft, “Thank you.” He ruffles your hair and you don’t have the will to stop yourself from leaning into it right now.

Give and take, give and take…

You eat in silence, you’re propped up on some pillows on the bed, Bruce is sitting next to the bed on a chair.

Maybe it had been a stupid idea to ask for him, a very stupid idea but at the time you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t deal with the boy’s clinging, not like this. Not when you woke up feeling like anything but a person.

See, a few hours ago, you woke up and felt fatigued, and apathetic. Two oncoming signs of a depressive episode.

It only got worse as the day went on, you tried to be alright- you really did but, you just couldn’t do it. This whole act of playing house with the Wayne’s was already tiring enough, but for your own sanity you had to keep it up.

After all, if you fought hard against all their afflictions they would only dig their heels in and make your situation a lot worse so- you always figured from the beginning it was better to give in early.

At least, on the surface anyway. Not resist their affections, hell you hadn't even once pulled any sort of escape attempt, or tried anything. You’d barely even argued either.

Your lack of resistance was met with open arms and eagerness. Of course- they knew you were only pretending, that you didn’t view them as family, but they knew it was only a matter of time until you came around.

After all, if you act for something long enough, your brain will eventually start to believe it.

Alas, you were a stubborn little shit, and giving in voluntarily had only seemed to help you keep up this mentality longer.

Until this morning anyway.

When you woke up, feeling like shit and simply couldn’t deal with playing house with your ‘brothers’. So, in your moment of weakness, when you didn’t want to do anything or let them drag you around or cuddle or watch movies, you had done something rather unexpected.

Which of course, was to simply shut down.

They were worried as shit, but when they finally did manage to get you to talk, your shaky whisper of, “I want dad.” -Had been shocking, worrying and exciting all at once.

(It had also been a touch too real, your voice had sounded so small, so far away, and in that moment you really did just want the comforting presence of Bruce.)

So now you were here, so deep into the throws of not being a person you barely felt like moving; sitting in your bed with none other than Bruce Wayne by your bedside, stroking your hair lovingly.

You were done with the soup now, as much as you could eat anyway, before Bruce could even say anything you reasoned with him, “I’ll eat more later. Promise.”

Promises held a lot of weight here. Something practically unbreakable, Especially with Bruce. Especially with you, maybe that’s just because you liked when they had weight. It was nice; To have a concrete thing to swear on that you knew would not be broken.

Bruce probably used them to build trust in his words or something, you didn’t know, and quite frankly you didn’t care right now because well- you got to use them too so…

He thinks for a moment, and then nods, agreeing easily, “Okay.” And with that he takes the bowl from you. He’s… he’s rather agreeable right now, usually he would confirm or try and fight you more on that.

Maybe he was being more lenient because you willingly came to him? Or because you were being open right now, or maybe because he felt bad for what you were going through or-

Gods you don’t have enough energy to ponder this.

You nod and lay back down, he guides you down most of the way. Now you’re back like before, lying in bed, cheek smushed against your pillow, starting at him blankly.

You break the silence as he pulls the blanket over you.

“What type of bird do you think everyone would be?”

He looks back to you, a small upturn of his lips and eyes crinkled slightly in an amused manner. “Why do you ask?”

You shrug, “Bored.”

A partial truth. In reality you were thinking about all that poetic shit about you being like a bird in a fancy golden cage. A very very well cared for bird with access to some deep fucking pockets but you know, still in a cage. Even if the cage is real fancy and has amazing food, even better wifi, and a home movie theater.

(You think Bruce would let you install an indoor pool? Or a jacuzzi. …He probably would. You should ask sometime, ah- you’re getting off track here.)

So anyway- fancy bird poems and then you started thinking about what type of bird you would be and then it kinda spiraled from there.

“Hm. Well, that depends, who do you wanna start with?”

“Mmm… Alfred, cause i think he’s the easiest.”

A little amused quirk of his brow, “What bird is he then?”

“Penguin. Cause he’s always dressed all fancy, and penguins got that sleek fancy vibe about them. They are kinda short for Alfred though…”

Bruce nods, as if taking your words into consideration, “Emperor penguin then. They’re the biggest penguin species.”

Contuiting on just to have something to blabber about you confidently say, “Jason is an emu.”

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After a very engaging deep dive into what types of birds everyone was-

(Tim was a woodpecker on account of all the times you’ve seen him slam his head into his desk while working; Dick was an ostrich because if Jason was an Emu then those two had to match; Cassandra got the honor of being a crow; Damien was a kinglet, a ruby crowned kinglet, purely because they are small and for some reason you only recall pictures of seeing those bird look annoyed, Bruce was a harpy eagle because they look big and grumpy, And finally you were a pigeon.)

-You were now half asleep as Bruce read to you like you were a little kid.

It was… nice. Like all the other times you were forced to hang out with the Wayne family. (Only this time you hadn’t been forced, you had called for him.) Nice but with that ever present little weight in the back of your mind, reminding you of just how much these people had taken from you.

Right now though, that little weight was… it was a lot easier to ignore.

You let Bruce’s calming voice wash over you, you were barely listening at this point but he paid no kind to your lack of attention.

This was nice.

No one had ever taken care of you when you went into one of your episodes before. Usually you had to suck it up and work yourself up to go get some food and water before laying in bed until the feeling went away.

It was a terrible feeling, a staggering sensation just on the edge of emptiness. But not there enough for you to not feel anything, it was almost as if everything was muted. All sensations dull, your thoughts weren't but you were apathetic to them.

In short, it sucked. Majorly.

But now, here you were, tucked into bed, fed a warm hearty meal, and being read to with such tenderness and care.

You didn’t even notice that your eyes started to water. But Bruce did. He noticed everything.

Gently, so gently, he wiped away the tear about to fall from your eye. His own were soft as they stared at you. Soft and filled with a look you couldn’t decipher, a look you didn’t want to decipher because the closest thing you could even begin to compare it to was- …was love.

Love.

Fuck- love.

You knew there was something wrong with this family, of course you did- they kidnapped you for pete’s sake, but- but they also had been unconditionally kind to you didn’t they?

You… You couldn’t-

“-do this anymore.”

Your voice was soft, just barely above a whisper. A quiet confession.

‘I can’t do this anymore.’

Bruce sighed, his voice level, but quiet, fitting of the atmosphere. “You don’t have to, it’ll be so much easier if you just give in kiddo.”

He cupped your face in his hand. His own skin was scarred, rough, callous, and yet he held you with such care. It was almost reverent. He gazed at you with an almost sad look, as if your passive struggle hurt you more than him.

(It probably did. He didn’t have anything to worry about after all, you would break eventually. You could only keep telling yourself this was pretend for so long.)

“…”

Stubborn. Always so stubborn in the most muted way; silence. You weren't one to make large outbursts, or outwardly resist, but even so, passive stubbornness. It was something Bruce was fond of; how resilient you were.

You look away from his gaze, not meeting his eyes. His eyes, always so intense, always so much behind those icy blue scaleras.

“Is it-“ You start, the chemical imbalance in your brain making you honest right now.

You realize suddenly that this is the first real conversation you’ve had in months. There was no keeping up the act here. No holding your tongue or dancing with your words, no overthinking about what response would make you the perfect sibling, the perfect child. No catering, no push and pull of deciding how much of you you want to put into your words.

This was honest. The most honest you’ve been since you were kidnapped.

Bruce tilts his head slightly, patiently waiting for you to continue. He could sense a breakthrough, and he always did know when it was better to hold his tongue.

“…Is it worth it?” You say, eyes filled with so much emotion simmering just under the surface.

Bruce has a good idea as to what you’re asking. He knows you. Knows the way you think, the way you come to conclusions, your speech patterns, he knows you well.

(And yet it’s not nearly as much as he wants to. He wants to know more, to know everything, he wants for you to share such details about yourself willingly. He wants you to come to him after a rough day and listen to you rant. He wants to hear you laugh as you discover a new interest. He wants-)

“Yes.”

He strokes your hair gently, voice impossibly soft.

“It’s worth it.”

He answers your asked, unasked questions without a moment's hesitation.

‘Is it worth it to do all this? To keep me here against my will? To have me locked away like some canary in a gilded cage?’

“If it means you are safe and happy.”

“Is this really happiness?”

“It can be if you let it.”

“…”

“Don’t you like it here? You have a loving family, a nice house, you never have to worry about food or safety ever again.”

“…”

He cups your face with both his hands now, making you meet his gaze. Always intense. Too intense. You can’t handle the weight of his love for you.

Flicking your eyes to the wall you mumble, “There’s a saying. If you love something, let it go.” It’s weak, half hearted, you aren’t even sure you really mean it. (You aren’t even sure if you want to be let go anymore… you can’t imagine returning to a life before all this.)

(And Bruce knows this.)

You look back at him, meeting his eyes because you- you just- you know it’s stupid to ask but you can’t stop yourself-

“Why?”

You don’t need to explain any further. Bruce always seems to know what you’re asking.

‘Why me? Why do any of this? Why go through all the trouble just to keep some random kid?’

“Because I love you.”

He says it so easily. So simply, so calmly, as if it is undeniable fact, so once more you ask with more feeling this time,

“Why?”

You can’t stop yourself from leaning into his hold as he gently presses a kiss to your forehead. It’s childish, it’s stupid, it’s dumb, it’s humiliating-

He wipes away new forming tears, still cupping your face, “Because you’re precious.”

You choke out, “You don’t even know me.”

“So then, let me know you.”

Weakly, you shake your head, his hands fall from your face as you choke out, “I- I don’t- i can’t.”

“Hey, look at me sweetheart.”

You do, looking up at him and seeing only the love of a father. You don’t know how to handle such a sight. It’s foreign and it burns and yet, you are drawn in like a moth to a flame.

“We already love you kid. Nothing could change that.”

“You love the idea of me.” You counter, shuffling to prop yourself up a bit because laying down for this just seems too- too vulnerable.

He sighs, “If you think that then we seriously should have had this talk sooner.” He mentally tsk’s, he knows he’s been putting it off for so long because well- you’ve been good. And the family was happy and you were adjusting better than anyone expected you to.

It seems his negligence has resulting in this problem growing however.

He says your name, folds his hands and looks at you calmly, “-If the family wanted another child, then we would have gone to an orphanage.”

You swallow, he continues, “But, we didn’t want just any old person. We wanted you.”

You try to deny his words, no one’s ever wanted that before, and yet you can’t. Because it’s the only thing that even begins to make sense in your head. The only logical reason any of this would have happened.

You can’t deny it.

They love you.

They’re insane, they kidnapped you and yet- yet they- it doesn’t-

“-make sense.” You whisper, even though it’s the only thing that makes any semblance of sense.

“I know, you’re confused and not used to this and scared, but you’re the only thing holding yourself back. If you just let yourself believe we’re a family, you’ll feel so much better. This mindset is only hurting you sweetheart, you need to let it go.”

You look at him, eyes wet and so vulnerable as you whisper in a small voice, “I don’t know how to.”

And he pulls you close now, into a hug, it’s a bit of an awkward angle because he’s on a chair next to the bed and you’re on the bed, but you barely even notice with the way he’s pressing you to his chest. He’s warm as he wraps his arms around you and gently strokes your hair, consisting, comforting.

“We’ll be there every step of the way, start small.”

You shudder. The weight in the back of your mind is back in full force. He's asking you to give up your last bit of resistance. Your last act defiance. He’s asking you to give yourself up voluntarily. To fully endorse the idea that they are your family.

The worst part is, you don’t find yourself all that horrified with the idea.

If anything, you’re more scared that you’ll mess up somehow and piss them off with the real you and end up locked in a basement or something.

You don’t- you don’t know how to have a family. How to have siblings, a father- you don’t know how to interact or what to say and what to do- what if you fuck it up? what if you aren’t acting enough like a family and-

“-breathe with me kid. Com’on, in for 5.” He’s stroking your hair still, talking with you as he counts. You find yourself unconsciously following the deep rumble of his words.

“That’s it… hold for 4. One, two-“ It’s actually really nice to listen to him. Pressed so close like this you can hear the purr and rumble of his words in his chest. You can feel his chest expand with his own steadying breaths.

“Exhale for 6. One, two, three-“ You repeat his number sequence until you find your breathing is back to normal. Not that you had noticed how frantic it got to begin with.

Bruce hums, you feel the vibrations. You can hear his heartbeat like this. It’s nice, being held in his arms. “Good job kid, better?” His voice is a smooth rumble.

You nod weakly against him.

The two of you stay like that for a bit, him holding you as you listen to each other's heartbeats. You ground yourself with his and find your eyes drooping once more with sleep.

You make a noise; a hum of sorts and he sends you his own in return, soft, questioning.

“I-“ You clamp your mouth shut, thinking about what you’re about to say, thinking about if this is what you really want.

In the end you settle on this being the best choice, “I’ll try.” You swallow, mouth suddenly feeling dry, Bruce doesn’t give you any time to regret it though. He presses his face to your hair, affectionate.

“I’ll make the transition as comfortable as possible.” He promises against your hair, not being able to hide the smile in his voice.

You swallow again, starting up with slight nerves clear in your voice, “B-but i told you i’m not exactly very likable s-so don't regret it when i start speaking my mind and-“

That gets a laugh out of him, an amused kid huff, “You can’t possibly be any worse than Jason or Damein.”

You give a weak smile, “I dunno old man, think I could give ‘em a run for their money in bluntless.”

Bruce is smiling, you see it when he pulls away and looks down at you with such adoration. “We’ll have to see then.”

He’s happy, more than happy at finally hearing you be you. As much as he wants to keep you in his arms and listen to you for the rest of eternity however, that was a rather exhausting conversation. You look more than ready for some rest.

Gently, (always so gentle with you, as if you were somthing to be treasured), he laid you back down on the bed.

You let yourself be tucked in. You let him press a kiss to the top of your head. You let him turn off the lights.

“Um hey B- D-Dad?”

Bruce notices the slip up, but he lets it go. You’ve just made a lot of progress, and you’re clearly trying.

“Yes?”

“Do you uh- can i call you something else? Dad just feels really weird and kinda artificial at times so I was thinking maybe something more natural like maybe Pops? Or something like that i don’t know i just-“

“Of course you can.” He cuts off your nervous ramble easily, “You can call me whatever feels most natural, kid.”

You suck in a breath, soothed by his clam tone.

“O-okay. Cool… cool cool cool. Uh well then, could you maybe- maybe er- read to me? If that’s- if that’s alright..?”

Bruce was so proud of you. So much progress was made not too long ago and you were already trying to push yourself out of your comfort zone. You were trying so hard, bless you, you precious darling child.

He turned on the bedside lamp and took his seat on the chair once more, picking up the abandoned book.

Truth be told, Bruce was a busy man and he should be leaving because he has patrol in an hour, but he’ll be damned if he can’t carve out time for you. Especially when you asked to see him today.

(Especially when you were finally willing to view him as a father.)

“Would you like me to continue this one or do you want a different book?”

You jerkily nod, “That one’s fine.”

So, he begins to read once more, his voice a calming drawl that washes over you. Your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, and soon you are yawning and drifting off.

Once Bruce is sure you’re asleep he closes the book. With such a soft gaze he gently brushes the hair out of your face, smiling to himself. Then he gets up and turns the light off, walking out of your room and letting the door close with a soft click.

He isn’t surprised to find all of his boys camping out at the door.

He sighs, looking over the lot of them. From the looks of it they’ve been camping out here all day, or have been continuously coming back.

The only one who even has the decency to act sheepish that he’d been caught is Dick, and even then, he barely looks sorry.

Bruce shakes his head fondly at his boys, ushering them all out of the hallway to your room to let you sleep in peace

#reader insert #fanfic of a fanfic #fiction #bruce wayne #platonic yandere #Dad Bruce wayne #i can’t believe i’m posting this #this is very self indulgent #inspiration #Wrote this after reading some of Blugh’s stuff late one night #fanfic #Erm- Blugh if ur seeing this hi?#platonic yandere batfam #Darker undertones #(?) kinda #dark themes #not super tho

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billyrayjo · 29 days

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Fangs

Damon Salvatore x F! Reader

** I am literally psychotic for this man. If anyone has any recs of any longer fics to read for Damon, please send my way! I feel like there aren’t enough lol **

~ just pretend this is an alternate vampire diaries universe where Elena stays with Stefan after turning!

Thinking about making this a short series with roadtrip x one bed trope! Let me know if that’s something you’d want!

If it were up to you, your best friend would’ve never fallen for a vampire in the first place.

Not only would you have a little more peace and quiet, but you might have at least a slight grip on your sanity.

You are currently standing in your bathroom, cursing to yourself as you try to wipe off the dried blood on your neck. You’d been bitten a few hours ago, the hectic events of the night putting a pause on your ability to treat your wound earlier.

As sad as it is to say, the bite really didn’t affect you like it should have. You’d been bitten too many times to count, and with Stefan using you as a message from Klaus, the well-being of your bestie’s oddly likeable boyfriend took precedence over a vampire bite.

The cotton ball slipped out of your grasp again, landing on the counter silently, drawing a “mother fu-” past your lips before a throat clearing snatched your attention to the doorway. Leaning smugly against the doorframe, clad in a leather jacket and jeans, arms tucked across his chest, was your biggest nightmare.

Damon Salvatore.

Since his brother had gone missing with Klaus, he had recruited you as his partner to aid in finding him. His exact reasoning was something along the lines of you both “sharing an interest” in finding him for the people you love or something. Stefan is your best friend’s boyfriend, so finding him was important to you. Working alongside his handsome devil of a brother, not so much.

Damon is reckless. He’s selfish and uncaring, willing to sacrifice anyone or anything for his own wants and needs. He’s rude, snarky, sarcastic, and impulsive. All of that in mind, that’s not the reason you despise him, surprisingly. You despise him for the ease in which he pulls a blush to your cheeks, the tingling feeling he leaves behind when he brushes against you, the knots in your stomach that appear when his baby blue’s meet your gaze.

That is what is despicable about Damon to you. The ability he has to completely knock you off balance, leaning into those giggly teenage fantasies every girl has. It’s dangerous.

Knowing this, you can’t help but roll your eyes in frustration when you take a glance at his smirking face standing in your bathroom doorway. He’s been doing that lately. Popping in for visits unannounced, anyways. They started with purpose, him discussing a new lead about Stefan, gathering the intel you had gathered on your own investigation. Now, though, it seems like he just does it because he’s.. bored?

“Well hello to you too.” He mutters, scoffing at the greeting he received from you.

“I’m busy, Damon.” You mutter, cotton ball back up to your neck. You let out a sound of despair when you accidentally graze the open hole in your neck, throwing the cotton ball back onto the counter before letting out a sigh of defeat.

“Yeah, busy failing. If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re trying to make it worse..” he argued, standing up straight to come stand behind you in the mirror.

You avoid his gaze in the reflection, instead choosing to pull out a new cotton ball and douse it in peroxide to busy yourself. Once the ball is saturated, you look back at yourself in the mirror, leaning in closer to get a better view of the wound.

“My bad. I’m not yet an expert on how to treat a bite from a creature that shouldn’t even exist, I suppose.” You grumble, moving more of your hair out of the way to examine the area.

You had already gotten ready for bed, your hair in long loose curls from the style you did that morning, makeup cleared and skincare applied. You didn’t let yourself over analyze the fact that you were wearing a massive tshirt and tiny sleep shorts, though.

Damon sighed behind you. You felt a little tug on the ends of your hair before he murmured a quick “let me see” and turned your shoulder to face him.

Giving up, you dropped your shoulders in defeat, turning away from the mirror and leaning your weight into the counter top. You crossed your arms over your chest and raised one eyebrow up to the ceiling as you met Damon’s gaze.

“I figured Klaus would’ve killed you by now for trying to detain Stefan.” you mused, lip fighting its way into a smirk at your own humor. Damon’s eyes followed the movement before coming back to your own. He let out his own little smirk as well, and you tried not to shiver when his hand slid into the juncture of your neck to angle your head. His fingers easing into your hair and warm palm on your pulse point almost had your eyes rolling back into your head.

“Kill me? You’re hilarious. Klaus knows better than to try that.” He jokes, free hand coming up to wipe at the wound with the cotton ball you had previously. You let out an annoyingly girly giggle at his response, lifting your eyes to look at the well behind his head as he leaned in closer to your neck.

“I seem to recall you being bedridden for days with a werewolf bite a few short months ago. Received by none other than the man himself.” You dramatically sighed, bringing your finger up to tap your chin as if in deep thought.

Damon just shook his head with a huff at your antics, finally getting the last few bits of blood off of your neck. The silence was comfortable as he moved onto applying ointment to the wound.

After a few minutes of doctoring, you felt your eyes getting heavy and your head leaning more into Damon’s palm. “Alright. We’re almost done. Sorry for boring you to death.” He teased, hand coming up to poke you in the side as your eyes flew back open.

“Hey!” You whined, hand coming up to slap at his chest, albeit very weakly. Letting out a huff, you pulled your hand back in and crossed it back under your other arm.

“Remind me to never come to your rescue again. All I’ve gotten in return is snoring and abuse.” Damon grumbled, finally sticking down a bandage before throwing the wrapper in the trash.

“I’ll show you abuse” you murmured, grabbing onto Damon’s outstretched hands to turn you back around. You met your gaze in the mirror and then inspected the bandage up close. “Wooowww. Someone really knows their stuff.” You tease, eyebrows wiggling in your reflection as you keep looking closely.

Damon just rolls his eyes in annoyance before grabbing your wrist gently and easing you towards your bedroom. He pulls back your blankets before helping you ease into the bed, pulling them back over you once you’re settled in.

“Get some shut eye soldier, we’re going to Alabama tomorrow.” He whispers towards your ear in a smirk, raising back up to pat on your shoulder gently before walking away.

You shoot up suddenly, gasping out a “We’re what?!”.

Your question falls on deaf ears, your room dark and empty with the curtains swaying in the breeze.

** OKAY. I MIGHT ACTUALLY MAKE THIS A SERIES. POSSIBLE ROADTRIP x ONE BED TROPE COMING SOON EEEEKKK!! LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK*

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rainbow-nerdss · 2 months

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Neck kisses for the soft prompts if it inspires? 💜

Ahh thank you so much! I've been imagining this intensely in my head since you sent the prompt, finally had time to write it today! 💙💙

(I'm picturing this set sometime not long post-tsunami, but I don't think it's super relevant other than for Chris' age)

Eddie darted for the kitchen for a cloth to clean the mess as Buck stared down at himself.

Chris was apologising, on the verge of tears when Eddie got back, handing one cloth to Buck and using the other to dab at the stain on the couch.

"I'm so sorry, Buck!"

Eddie abandoned the towel and knelt in front of Chris. "It's just soda. I promise, everything's okay."

"That's right, Chris," Buck added, giving up on his own cloth. No harm done! I'll just have to borrow a shirt from your dad, if I can find any that fit my arms." He punctuated this with a smirk and a wink, and Eddie threw a damp towel at his head.

"Hey!" Buck protested, throwing it back at Eddie.

Chris laughed, but he frowned again, looking at the damp stain on the couch. "Does this mean you won't be able to stay over?" He asked.

Buck followed his gaze and grimaced. "Well, the couch isn't an option, no..."

Eddie watched Chris' eyes well with tears. He knew how much Chris loved when Buck stayed over, and circumstances had prevented it for the past month. Eddie couldn't see his kid disappointed again.

"I'm sure my bed is big enough for two," he said.

"But, hey, that rug looks just as comfy as—" Buck offered at the same time, cutting himself off when he heard Eddie's suggestion.

Well, there was no turning back now.

Buck gave him a sheepish smile once Chris was safe in bed.

"I can sleep on the rug, if you—"

Eddie sighed. "it's fine, Buck. Like I said, my bed's plenty big for two, and don't pretend you don't get aches and pains from the couch, I see the way you have to stretch out your legs every time you stay over. The floor has got to be worse again."

"If-if you're sure..." Buck followed Eddie to his room and hovered in the doorway until Eddie tossed a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt at him. When he got back from the bathroom, he was more confident, back to the same old Buck.

"Just so you know, I've been known to cuddle in my sleep," he joked.

Well, Eddie assumed it was a joke, for his own sanity.

"I'm sure I'll survive. You have a preference about what side you sleep on?"

Buck shrugged and threw himself down on the left.

Eddie was hyper aware if Buck's presence in the bed next to him, taking up so much more space than anyone Eddie had shared with before. Eddie was sure he'd never get to sleep like this, but Buck's body was like a space heater, warmth radiating across the sheets, lulling Eddie to sleep.

He woke up to a still-dark room, a heavy weight across his waist, a solid pressure against his side. He was too warm, but he was so comfortable he couldn't bring himself to move. Still more asleep than awake, Eddie leaned into the warmth, and the grip around his waist tightened. A hand—Buck's hand—flexed against his hip.

Slowly, Eddie became aware of all the points if contact between them, right down to the way Buck's breath ghosted against his neck.

Distantly, Eddie wondered whether he should roll away, keep some sort of distance between them, but he couldn't bring himself to. Buck shifted in his sleep, until it wasn't his breath tickling Eddie's neck, but his lips. An accidental brush at first, becoming more deliberate, until he was peppering every inch of Eddie's neck he could reach with kisses.

Was he awake? Was he dreaming of someone else? Eddie should wake him.

"Buck?" He whispered, quietly enough that he hoped Buck wouldn't wake.

Buck hummed, then froze. "E-Eddie?" He started to pull away, but Eddie stopped him, wrapping a hand around Buck's forearm, holding him in place.

"It's okay, Buck."

"It's—what do you..?"

Eddie rolled over to face Buck. In the dark, he could only just make out the shape of him. Eddie let his hand move, slowly stroking it up and down Buck's arm until he relaxed.

"Oh," Buck whispered, almost reverent. "You-you too?" he asked.

"Me too," Eddie whispered back, pressing his forehead to Buck's. He snaked his arm around to Buck's back, and pulled him closer until he settled once more into Eddie's space, face tucked into the gap between shoulder and neck. Buck's lips pressed to his pulse point, purposeful this time.

"Eds, I—" Buck started, but Eddie shushed him, curling his fingers into Buck's hair.

"It's still early, Buck. Let's just sleep. We can talk in the morning."

Bucks arm tightened around Eddie's waist, then relaxed as his breathing evened out. Eddie took a moment to smile before sleep pulled him back under.

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milkycottoncandy · 1 year

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Give Yourself To Me And More

Attuma of Talokan x Female!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ content, obsessive behavior, somewhat dark!Attuma, rough (consensual) sex, choking, tit slapping, breeding kink, dirty talk

Minors Do Not Interact!!!

Summary: Attuma liked to think he was a patient man. Being Talokan's commanding general has taught him how to stay composed in stressful situations, and for the most part he knows patience is a virtue. However, you test his limits everyday with your lingering touches, bright smile, and kind words that make it hard for him to hold back, to leave you untouched and still pure. But like all the strongest of men, eventually they must fall.

Word Count: 2,895

Skip to the three *** if all you want to read is the smut (I'm not judging at all lol).

Translations:

Ma', in querida- No, my darling

In yakunaj- my darling

Author's Note: Hello my Attuma sluts!! Decided to give you guys this and I hope y'all enjoy it. This is my first time writing smut so please, be nice! I will only accept constructive criticism and no hate will be tolerated. Besides that, please enjoy!

Do not steal, copy, plagiarize, or repost my works. Reblog's are fine.

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It felt like Chaac himself was testing him.

He was solely focused on making the surface world and all who inhabited it, who forced his people into the dark, cold, unforgiving depths of the ocean, pay for their crimes, all while being confronted by the dangers that were at every corner. Dangers like you.

To him, you were a radiant goddess, and this world was unworthy of your existence. You were always beautiful from the beginning, and it seemed like each time you both interacted with each other, his feelings became even stronger. What made it worse is you always focused your attention on him. You would bring him homemade lunches, offer to massage the aches in his body after he was done training, be the first to welcome him back after a successful mission, and so much more. It was a miracle he hadn't died from a heart attack with the way it always swelled when he was near you.

You were the light in his life, and it didn't help that you started to appear in his dreams and late-night fantasies, making him feel shameful the morning after. In his mind, he had taken you many times, taking pleasure from you like a lover. You were begging him, touching him, letting him touch you, making him feel less lonely when you weren't near him. You were the reason to keep Talokan safe. You were something worth fighting for. In his mind, you were his, and he was yours.

But reality would reel him back in, like a fish attached to a hook, and he would remember you were simply being the kind person you always were. You laughed and smiled with everyone, you were amazing with children, and you never hesitated to offer help when asked. It's like you were taunting him with your gentle affections, always holding his hand and pulling him to somewhere more private so you both could indulge yourselves in each other's lives. He loved when you would hug him, you felt so soft in his arms, and he would kill a thousand men if that meant never having to let you go. He adored you. If you told him to jump, he'd say how high.

You were enchanting.

You were mesmerizing.

You were a danger to his sanity and beyond distracting.

Attuma wondered how long this would go on. How long he would pine for you, yearn for your attention, for you to say his name like you loved him, pretend like the thought of someone else sweeping you off your feet wasn't possible. That was his worst fear, waiting too long and someone taking you from him. He would kill that person with no hesitation. Would there ever be an end to this madness? Was he doomed for eternity to feel this way about you? Would he be forced to act like you weren't the first thing on his mind when he woke up and the last thing when sleep would finally overtake him?

One night, he decided it was enough. You pushed him to the limit, and he was going to be honest with you about his feelings. On the way to your house, his mind was a sea of questions and doubts.

What if she doesn't feel the same way?

What if I ruin what we have?

What if she thinks I'm unworthy?

What will I do without her? Without my light?

By the time he got to your front door, he had thought of everything that could go wrong. For a moment, he wanted to turn back. He didn't want to lose you. He didn't want things to change in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable around him. Despite his uncertainty, he gently knocked on your door and waited.

You swiftly opened the door, and it was like all his thoughts drifted away into nothingness. You were wearing a blue silk nightgown that outlined your body perfectly, and Attuma had to control himself from staring at your cleavage. Your eyes brightened, and that smile that made him feel weak slowly adorned your face.

"Attuma!" you squealed in excitement and hugged him, digging your face into his neck. You smelled amazing, like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon.

He hugged you back and, for a moment, felt like maybe the world wasn't so bad since you were in it. He felt you pull back, and he looked to see you admiring him. You both stilled, and, in a way, were speaking to each other with your eyes. You both had been friends for so long that verbal communication wasn't always necessary.

"Please, come in" you slide your hands down his arms to his, gently pulling him into your house. He followed willingly, and once he was fully inside, you closed the door behind him.

Attuma loved your house. The beautiful decorations, the smell, the atmosphere. Everything.

Your light touch to his back shook him out of his thoughts, and you led him to the familiar couch you both have sat on more times than he could count. You relaxed into the cushions while facing him with a smile, which he returned.

"What brings you here, my warrior?" you asked, taking his hand and delicately tracing his palm while you waited for his answer. Namora and K'uk'ulkan were right. You were going to be the death of him.

Attuma felt like he had fallen into ice water. He remembered the reason why he was here, to tell you how he felt. At this rare moment, the fearless general was scared. A part of him wanted to lie, come up with an excuse that he wanted to simply talk with you, and that was all. But you didn't deserve that. No, you deserved everything and so much more. He quietly swallowed, and he braced himself for all the possible scenarios that could happen.

"Y/N, I have to tell you something," he stated, taking your hands in his and scooting closer toward you on the couch.

He never took his eyes off yours, and you felt your body tingling under his gaze. He could sense your nervousness and continued with his confession.

"I have strong feelings for you, Y/N. Feelings stronger than love. Feelings I can't hide from you anymore."

The room was silent. You looked at him with a mix of shock and surprise. His face was serious and unchanging. Attuma didn't like this, and the doubts started to rear their ugly heads back into his mind.

You idiot, you really thought she would feel the same? Now she's gonna hate you forever, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Attuma wanted to leave. Leave and never come back. He knew this was a bad idea. He shouldn't have let his selfishness get the better of him. And now he was going to lose you forever. He was going to lose you, and it would be no one's fault but his. Why would he ever thi-

"I feel the same," you whispered. He thought he was dreaming. He had to be. He was going to wake up in his empty bed and realize none of this was real.

Oh, but it was real. Here you were, looking at him with nothing but love and understanding. You smiled, not in a mocking way, but in a genuine way. You had felt strongly about Attuma since the day you laid your eyes on him. You dropped so many hints that, to you, went unnoticed. The soft touches, the persisting looks, the sincere compliments, and so much more. In your mind, he was yours, and you were his. Your body felt like it was on fire, excitement slowly bubbling inside you.

Attuma didn't know what to say. The girl of his dreams admitted that she felt the same about him. He was like a deer in headlights, still and unmoving.

Say something, you fool.

"…You do?" he breathed, his eyes slowly softened.

Chaac, you're hopeless.

"I do," you answered, your tone was nothing but sincere.

The sight was laughable, two love-stricken fools gazing into each other's eyes like lovesick puppies. But you and Attuma didn't care. He loved you, and you loved him, and that's all that mattered.

Attuma paused. He didn't think this would happen. He knew every battle strategy, where and when to strike the enemy, how to keep them in a position where they couldn't win, but being with you, it's like he forgot everything. But he did know one thing. He wanted you.

He wanted you bad.

"May I kiss you, Y/N?" he pleaded desperately. Of course, he was a gentleman, and if you said no, he would be perfectly fine with that. For you, he would wait as long as you believed he needed to.

"Yes," you replied, ecstatic and smiling so hard your mouth started to hurt.

***

He gently grabbed your face, and your lips collided with his, moving in perfect sync like waves against the shore. It started off innocent but gradually became more animalistic and primal, and soon you were straddling his waist while his large hands cupped your ass. You decided to tease him by grinding on his manhood, causing a low groan to emit from his throat that made your pussy shiver. He teased you back by pulling your hair, revealing your neck, and started to litter the area with kisses and love bites, going lower and lower. You uncontrollably moaned, unaware of his hands drifting up toward the straps of your nightgown. He suddenly yanked down both the straps and massaged your breasts, uttering a groan while massaging the soft skin in his hands.

"So beautiful for me," he praised, his large hand wrapping around your throat, making you whimper.

You moaned like a whore. A dirty, filthy whore. And Attuma wanted all of it. He wanted all of you.

"Attuma," you whispered, eyelids growing heavy as you struggled to stay conscious. It felt like he was squeezing the life out of you, and you felt your vision start to cloud until he roughly pulled you towards him.

"Ma', querida, you're not getting out of this that easily," he slapped your breast, making you scream. He then kissed your hot skin as an apology.

Suddenly, you felt yourself being lifted by the giant brute and quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs, somewhat around his large waist. He swiftly made his way towards your bedroom, eyes never leaving yours. When he reached your room, he gently laid you on your bed, and you shivered, questioning what his next move would be. Silently, he slid your nightgown off your body, leaving you in your blue panties that were soaked with your arousal. For some reason, you felt self-conscious, and your hands were attempting to shield your body from his gaze.

"Don't you dare," he warned, and you listened without hesitation, your hands retreating back to your sides.

Attuma then made his way on top of you, touching and kissing every part of your body. He eventually made his way to your underwear, and he bit down on the material, slowly pulling them off and revealing your wetness. You gasped at the sight. You couldn't believe this was happening. Without warning, he raised your legs and rested them upon his shoulders, his mouth only inches away from your pussy.

Just as you were about to beg him, you shrieked as he licked your cunt. Your eyes widened, and you screamed as Attuma clamped his mouth around your clit and sucked relentlessly, rolling the bud with his tongue and making your legs shake. You were instantly wet, juices gushing out of you. Lewd noises filled the room as he devoured you, mixed with your vulgar profanities while you desperately grinded on his tongue.

You trembled under him, reduced to nothing but a panting mess as you could do nothing but take it. You held onto the bed sheets for dear life and sobbed as he gave you the best orgasm you've ever had.

Attuma drank every drop of your wetness, feeling your pussy shake against his lips. He could've stayed between your legs forever, but he had bigger plans to get to.

Begrudgingly, he released your clit from his mouth and laid your legs down. He slowly moved back to the edge of the bed and stood tall, admiring his work. He wiped his mouth and started to undress, and you caught a glimpse of his battle scars covering his body. He truly was magnificent.

Your eyes moved further down to his cock. It was hard and girthy, and you noticed precum oozing out of the tip. You swallowed. This was going to be a night to remember. He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over you, rubbing his dick against your pussy. Nothing could brace you for what was about to happen next.

You screamed as he slammed himself inside you, stretching you open and filling you up. You looked to see your belly bulging with the shape of his cock, it was completely obscene.

Attuma groaned; you were so deliciously tight around him, your soft walls pulling him in as he rutted up against you. He grabbed your hips with a bruising force and pulled you impossibly closer, your tits flushed against his chest. He fit inside you so perfectly, and you took him so well, it made him wonder why he had waited. He should have done this a long time ago.

He set a brutal pace as he repeatedly pounded into you, causing the bed to shake and your eyes to roll back. He couldn't take his eyes off the way your pussy engulfed his dick with each thrust. You looked so dumb and pretty, just like in his fantasies he imagined and touched himself to in the late hours of the night. Your moans were sweeter than any siren song, and Attuma wanted to hear you sing for him more.

"You're so wet," he grunted, pulling out and slamming back in.

"You're a little slut, aren't you? This is what you wanted all along, isn't that right?" You shook your head and cried, it was too much, and you screamed as his dick continued smacking against your womb.

"A-Attuma, please slow down. You're going to break me!" You wailed, trying to push him away.

"I. Don't. Care", he snarled, pounding hard into you after every word. You felt a hand on your throat, and your pussy squeezed him even more.

"Naughty little girl," he teased as he kissed and sucked on your neck. "Wanting my cock like the dirty slut you are. I'm gonna make sure you're pregnant with our babies. That's what you want, isn't it?"

"No! N-No, please!" You begged. That wasn't true. You marveled at the thought of having his children. You felt so horny, feeling his dick pounding into you. Attuma leaned forward and held you in a tight embrace, forcing you to look at him as you slowly surrendered to your desires.

"You're mine," he growled. "Only mine. Say it!"

"I'm yours!" you shouted. You didn't care if everyone in Talokan heard you. You only cared about who was on top of you, who was worshiping you, who was inside you. You were so painfully close to another orgasm, and Attuma knew it.

"Cum for me, in yakunaj," he pleaded, resting his forehead against yours. You could barely speak, barely form a coherent thought as that familiar ache started to build up in your core. You were getting closer, and you loved it, the feeling of coming undone in front of him.

Attuma bit into your shoulder and you threw your head back and came. Your pussy squirted around his cock, and you almost passed out from the pleasure. Your back arched as he came inside you, filling you up with his warm seed. You moaned his name as your body twitched against him, trying to regain some sense of normality. That was the best sex you've ever had in your life.

For a while, you both stayed like that, gasping for air while he remained deep in your warmness. Sadly, he pulled out, and you whimpered at the empty feeling. His cum felt dangerously good inside you, and you shivered, basking in the fact that he claimed you, ruining you for anyone else. You looked up to see your lover, who was also coming down from his high.

Attuma looked beautifully wrecked, his hair a mess and sweat glistening on his body. You didn't look too bad either, but you weren't complaining. You pulled him down for a kiss which he gladly reciprocated. You were both tired but happy.

"Attuma," you sighed exasperatedly, "that was amazing," you praised. He smiled and caressed your cheek with his hand. You giggled and kissed his palm, running your thumb over where your lips once were. He returned the action and held your hand to his heart. You felt your body heat up at the gesture. You sat up and started peppering his face with kisses, and he did the same to you.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you more, my warrior."

And at that moment, Attuma's world shined even brighter now that you were his.

End.

Thank you so much for reading!💙

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bowieandqueen11 · 1 year

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Can’t Lose Family / Joel Miller Imagine

Request: Joel request- him helping Reader get her medications and she repays him with a kiss even though they aren't together?

This turned into a much cuter found family fic than I meant it too lmao but also sorry not sorry @miraclesabound!!

Warning: strong language, fighting infected, mentions of guns and knives, mentions of what happens with Sam and Henry, mentions of blood, and mentions of Sarah!

This one’s pushing 4,000 words lads which has to be my longest one shot - I spent all day writing this, so if you enjoyed please support me by commenting and reblogging!

(I do not own the Last of Us or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @manny-jacinto.)

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If you found one more goddamn empty first aid kit, you were going to tear a clicker’s head clean off its stupid mushroom neck.

It hadn’t been an easy journey even getting to this point. Despite Ellie’s numerous protests, snide looks, and even grabs at your jacket with a ‘questioning your sanity’ kind of look, you and Joel had both agreed that a supermall was the best next place to look for the specific kind of medication you needed.

‘It’s the only place left in this state we haven’t already scoured’, he had muttered from in front of you, pulling up Callus’ reigns and bringing the horse to a sudden halt. The building seemed to loom up from the corner of your eyes like a shooting spore; beams of light seemed to light up its cracks, spraying dust upwards through the shattered windows and clawed bricks until they flew out and danced across the sky. It whistled with every blow of wind, grumbled and heaved with the weight of its walls, howled with the furious screeches of the horde of infected that vacated the forgotten premises.

From where she was sandwiched between the two of you, Ellie managed to squeeze her head out past Joel’s shoulder and scoff. Your grip on her shoulders tightened as she tried to turn her head back to throw you an averse scowl. ‘If you guys go in there and make it back in one piece’, her words are jolted by her nose face planting into the back of Joel’s jacket, Callus rearing up his front legs and whinnying at the piercing cry of what sounded to be a recently turned runner convulsing about in horrendous pain. You straightened her back up on the saddle, and she let you wrap your arms around the top of her stomach to keep her balanced. ‘I swear, I’ll eat my backpack.’

Joel just looked past his shoulder to give her a bemused look.

‘Still would be better than having to hear another one of them lines from your joke book.’ Ellie slapped him on the shoulder, but she couldn’t hide the fact that she was looking down at the sprouting shoots breaking through the strewn concrete on the road to hide her growing smile. ‘Shut up old man. You can never escape Will Livingstone.’

You tapped Ellie’s shoulder, and when she turned to see the mischievous glint in your eye, she nodded with a grin. ‘Hey Joel’, you started, waiting for his grunt reply. ‘Do you know the last place I went before the outbreak was too a zoo?’

‘Is that so’, he sighs, not even bothering to turn his head with the foresight to realise where this was going. Hearing Ellie snicker into her hand, her other clutching into his shoulder with anticipation also brought some clarity. ‘Yeah, the only animal there was a dog. It was a Shizu. Get it? Get it, a Shit-zo-’. Joel just gave a groan that erupted from the pit of his stomach, pretending not to laugh as Ellie erupted into giggles, throwing her head back against your chin.

Joel gazed forward, looking out past the large stretch of empty highway and over the impending treeline speckled in the distance towards the swirl of dull pink and sweet lavender that had begun to transfigure the sky. ‘Yeah, see, this is the problem’, he grunted, ‘maybe being a runner wouldn’t be so bad.’ He couldn’t hide the fact that he was beginning to grin too.

Ellie snorted, and waved her hand out towards the upcoming building. ‘Well if you go in there, I think your wish will come true.’ Her words brought a fresh wave of silence over the three of you; the kind of forlorn, contemplative stillness that hadn’t shrouded itself over your little makeshift family since you all lost Sam and Henry-. You shuddered, not wanting to go back there anymore. It had been hard enough burying them, let alone trying to deal with the solitude of Ellie’s guilt and the barricading walls Joel had thrown back up at even the mention of the too small grave. It had been hard, the last few weeks, and you didn’t want the people you loved most in this derelict world to fall back into a hopelessness you had fought so hard to drag them out of.

You didn’t miss the way Joel had glanced back down at his watch though, his face hardening as he steered Callus on.

‘It will be alright, Ellie’, you patted her shoulder and winced as the sound of more infected began to ring out through the dusk and pierce your ears. Ellie shook: not with fear of them, but with terror at the thought that it could take just one wrong move, one wrong moment in this life for her to be left alone again. To be left behind. To lose everyone she loved, yet again.

But she was brave, and strong, and ready to fight for every scrap she had in spite of the world’s indifference. ‘I know,’ was all she whispered as the three of you came to a stop in front of the mall’s perimeter. The resignation didn’t last too long, though; as soon as Joel had given you his hand to help you down onto the curb, Ellie had started up again at the groans of the building’s floors constricting with the cold.

As Joel had given you a boost up past the half-blown brick wall leaking frost out from the west side of the building, Ellie had thrown her hands up in disgust. ‘Fine!’, she grabbed Callus’ reigns and led him over to a bent piece of iron fence at the edge of the perimeter. ‘If either of you fuckers decide to become infected, I’m gonna kick your shins!’ Even with the crossed arms and huff that followed, when you turned your head to look back at her, she had given you a silent, pleading nod warning you to both come back in one piece. With a final reassuring smile in her direction, you had left the girl stroking Callus’ back, and leant down to heave Joel over into the grave darkness.

The first thing you heard was the sound of sneakers pounding through the walls, the huffing and sliding of about ten bodies coming running towards you. Drawing out your knife from your back pocket, you readied yourself for the oncoming onslaught, but it never arrived. Instead, you were blinded by the sudden flash of gunfire as Joel stepped in front of you, using himself to shield himself from the infected unhinging their mouths and running into the gunfire. Only when he was sure the last one had stopped twitching on the ground did he lower his gun and turn to look at you, raging frenzy clear in his eyes.

Yet he was so gentle. So, so gentle with you. He clicked on his torch and clipped it onto the lapel of Frank’s old plaid shirt, stained once again with the scent of blood. He reached out a hand towards you, chest heaving as he turned his back to the litter of bodies now staining the linoleum floor.

‘Are you- are you alright?’ He didn’t know exactly what to do, bless him. So unsure as to how, or if he should show affection anymore. His face fell stern as he looked you up and down, yet his fingers itched against his thighs and clawed at his jeans, as if he were desperate to touch you and make sure himself. You reached out to him with one arm, and he tenderly took your wrist within his fingers. He couldn’t quite bring himself to hold your hand yet, to allow himself that sort of vulnerability, to ever give in to that sort of familiarity with another person again, but it was a step in the right direction.

‘Are you okay?’ The question was more desperate now, more sober, and the most genuine reflection of his pounding heart as he flipped your hand over and used his pointer finger to check your pulse. Sometimes, when the three of you got into tough scraps, it would be the only thing that could bring him back from that fear induced rage. You pretended not to feel his thumb shake against your wrist bone, instead nodding and dragging your fingers down to squeeze his own. ‘Let’s keep going. Ellie will be freaking out by now.’

‘Yes, I am! What the fuck was that!’, you heard echoing in from outside, the alarm in Ellie’s voice filling the vacuous hallway.

Joel managed to huff out a laugh, before shouldering his gun back round his side and nodding at you. He swallowed thickly, but even as you brushed past him to head further towards the shops, you could see how desperately he was scrunching his lips to try and push away the worry that flickered in his eyes.

And now? After all that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

You kick the empty case clear half way across the store, grunting in victory as you hear it smash against the legs of a frayed mannequin and toss it down onto the floor. An ash cloud of dust sprays up at the movement, making Joel cross his arm in front of his mouth and hack a cough as he’s sprayed in white.

‘We still haven’t tried the door behind the counter.’

‘Joel, we’ve tried every damn door in the country. Plus, it’s sealed shut, and I don’t see you packing any shivs to open it.’ You sigh and squat down to the ground, holding your head in your hands for a second. You only open them once you realise the thudding sound you hear is Joel moving over towards the back wall of the pharmacy, straight towards where a huge mass of spasming, bloated fungi seems to be pulsating on the wall.

‘Are you out of your damn mind?’, you seethe, as Joel reaches into his backpack to strap his gas mask on.

‘On the contrary, I seem to be the only one in this room with any sense.’ Although his words seem to bite, you can hear the mocking tone drip through the crinkled words as they rasp out past the ventilator. Joel joins you in squatting down to the floor, although his movement is done a lot less gracefully and with a lot more complaining about sore joints. He moves the light away from where its strewn over the floorboards to land straight in the middle of the heaving mess, and the sight nearly makes you gag in shock.

‘Ugh, Jesus’, Joel mutters, his face contorting in disgust as he clenches his fist open and closed in preparation. The figure clenched into the wall in front of him was barely recognisable: it’s drooping face was now sprouting from behinds its eyelids, mouth open as if in a never-ending frozen scream, its lab coat caked in dried old blood that seemed to suggest he wasn’t the only one to die in this dank room. ‘Well, here goes nothing.’ Tentatively inching his hand forward, Joel waits for the poor bastard to come tearing off the wall and clamp its three teeth left around his fingers. Thankfully, both for his sake and your heart, which had decided to start pounding through your ears, Joel is successful in inching the infected’s hand out of the way. He reaches into the breast pocket, sighing in relief and turning towards round to your expectant face.

Perched between his thumb and pointer finger is the rusted tip of a key.

‘Bingo’, he whistles as he stands up, stretching out his back and clicking his spine back into place. You shake your head as he heads off, following him round the counter edge and butting him out of the way once he reaches the back door. Shaking the handle one more time for good measure, you nab the key out of his hand and ignore the cry of indignation he gives you.

‘It’s my stuff we need, so I go first. Those are the rules.’

You slot the key into the lock and give it a firm twist.

‘Absolutely not.’ You nearly jump when you feel Joel’s hand firmly clamp down on top of your own, effectively trapping you against the doorknob. You glare over at him, but feel the bitter remark you were about to whip out about how ‘he always puts himself in danger before me or Ellie’ dies on the tip of your tongue when you see how scared he looks.

‘I go first.’ You tut. The grip on your hand grows firmer. His breath hitches as he bends and takes a step closer to you. He’s so close now, you can feel the rapid air escape his nose and brush over the side of your cheek. For a moment, neither of you are able to move; you’re both caught in some invisible entanglement, some building consequence the two of you have never been brave enough to breach before, some kind of tender understanding. You nod your head, realising now just how earnestly the two of you had been dancing around it: how the whole time you had known each other, one was always preparing to die for the other.

‘Please...I go first.’ His gaze drops to your lips, and then to your nose, and then finally settles, for the first time in a while, firmly on your eyes. Unwavering. Resolute. He lurches forward on the balls of his feet, and for a second you think he’s either about to headbutt you or kiss you. Instead, he gently uses his side to butt you out of the way, before turning his efforts to shouldering the door open in three abrupt pushes.

He lurches in, the door giving way before he expected it and taking his feet out from under him. He rolls to the floor, grunting with the effort as he nearly side rolls straight into the side of an empty rack of shelves. With the light in the musty room as bright as a grave, you’re left trying to figure out where Joel has gone by the sound of an empty pill bottle rolling across the room.

‘Joel? Joel! Where the fuck are you?’, you whisper, reaching your arms out and crouching down to try and find him in the darkness. ‘Shit, is that you? Are you alright?’ You grip onto something soft and squishy, Joel’s leg? It seems clad in denim, although slightly torn, as if he had skinned his whole knee slamming against the floor.

You realised your mistake only a second too late. Instead of the welcome, gravelly honey voice of one Joel Miller, and perhaps even the calloused fingers cupping your cheeks before taking your own to lurch himself back up, you were met by the spitting shriek straight into your face. ‘Oh, fuck!’

You roll backwards, slamming the back of your head straight into an iron railing. ‘Oh, doubley fu-’ Your shout is muffled by fingernails scraping over your forehead, a hand grasping onto your face and digging in until you could feel blood begin to run down the bridge of your nose. Grappling with your hand, you simultaneously try to pitch your knee up to stop the clicker from completely detaching from the wall and clambering on top of you, and wrestling past its bumpy elbow to reach the knife stuck behind your back. Gnashing teeth leaves drool dripping down onto your neck, and you groan with the effort of trying to stop them from tearing a chunk out of your jugular.

You finally manage to grasp onto the hilt of your knife, trying to lift up your backside to slide it out of your pocket and straight into the skull of the infected on top of you. It doesn’t matter though. A second later, it feels as if molten is being poured in gushes down onto your bare skin; you stifle a shudder as the blood leaks out from the clicker’s eye sockets and sprays over your shoulder blades. You squint, just about managing to make out the outline of Joel’s clenched teeth and furrowed brow as he pulls the crowbar he had managed to find out of the thing’s skull. Pushing it to the side, it flops unceremoniously onto the floor.

‘Jesus...’, you warble out, still slightly in shock that you had come so close to the end right there and then. So clumsily close. So stupidly.

Joel doesn’t give you a chance to finish your thought. You swear it must have hurt when he threw himself down onto the ground, not even pretending to be calm and collected as he comes sliding on his knees over to you.

‘Are you hurt?’

‘H-huh?’

His hands are shaking as they reach up to roam over your face, his movements rapid and rushed and so carelessly unlike him that it only winds you deeper into your confused stupor. Before this - sure, he may have been concerned, but it was always hidden behind a thick wall of confidence and level headedness. But this, this was different. He was gripping onto the sides of your face as if the skin was about to peel away from your body in front of him; he was trembling in the way only a man marred by ghosts could be. As the flashlight blinked across the floor, the glass smashed into fractured shoots by Joel’s fall, all his mind can see with each glare is Sarah suspended in front of him.

‘Are you hurt?’ His voice is shaking as he speaks, tilting your face back and forth as if he’s scanning you for any scrabs and bites, yet his fingers are moving too quickly to truly take any of you in.

‘I’m fine, I’m fine. I just, ah-’, you cup his hands and bring them to rest within your own, both of you using each other’s weight to try and lever yourselves to a standing position again. ‘I think my ankle is twisted slightly.’ You watch his eyes widen, and try your best to shoot him a reassuring smile despite how shaken you were feeling. ‘It’s alright, it’ll be fine once I shake it off. Especially since I see another med-pack over there.’ You let go of one of his hands to point past his shoulder, finally coming back to yourself when you spot another plastic box hanging, squished in between the pharmacist's desk and the wall.

Despite the elated glow that seems to suddenly gleam in your eyes as you hobble over bits of broken glass and clamber over the smashed up computer monitor, Joel doesn’t let go of you the whole way. Not even when you unclasp the lock and throw the lid back, tilting your head back and laughing in near hysteric delight when you see the full bottles still nestled in dust inside. They move from your hands, up your arms and around your shoulders, squeezing your biceps as the two of you make your way quietly back through the supermall and back out towards the hole to freedom.

‘Fuck me! I thought you guys were gonners for sure!’ For a second, as you glanced out and saw Ellie bent over with her hands on her hips with the relief of seeing the two of you dumbasses hobble back into view, you thought the young girl was going to collapse to the ground. Instead, she took a deep breath and turned back to you with a surprisingly serious look on her face. ‘Did you find any comics in there?!’

‘Are you kidding-’ Joel murmurs out with a huff, waving his hand at her in dismissal. Ellie only raises her hand in a shrug before flipping him off, but the two of them are both smiling as Joel offers you his hand. You take it easily, but before you drop down to the grass again, you surprise Joel Miller for about the third time that day.

Before he even has a chance to blink, you lean towards him and press your lips against the side of his stubbly cheek. His eyes widen, but even as you press a second, quicker kiss against his cheek, he seems too stoic to pull away. When you finally do, he raises two fingers up to the wet patch now gleaming on his skin, and looks at you with a rapturous confusion.

‘Thank you. For everything. For still being here’, is all you whisper with a final look back at him, before falling down through the sliver of dark orange that still falls like firelight between the breaks in the pine trees. Ellie welcomes you back energetically, nearly knocking you over with the speed in which she comes running towards you and wraps her arms around your midriff, squishing the side of her face into your chest.

Joel watches the two of you for a moment: the way Ellie looks up at you as if you were pure unbridled hope as she unlatches herself from you, the way you grab her hand and help her hop back up onto Callus’ back, coming to rest on the side of the saddle before animatedly falling into conversation with her, most likely checking up to make sure she was doing okay with all of this.

He blinks back the wistfulness from his eyes as he stands on the stone strewn crag of the building, the soft ground suddenly seeming so far away. As he watches you, he tries to figure out what he feels: love? Longing? Guilt? Before he even notices, he finds his gaze has drawn itself back down to his wrist, the shattered clock face seemingly staring him down and stifling whatever happiness he was trying to feel.

He covers it with his hands, rubbing his fingers over the side as if it were burning his skin and he couldn’t bear to carry the weight of it anymore. But then you call over to him, and Ellie waves her hand up and beckons him to come down with a bright grin and yell, and suddenly the heaviness seems to unburden, to unlatch its grip on his stomach.

Sure, the misery of his past still haunted him, still dragged behind his head as he jumped and landed on the ground with a thump. But as he slowly jogged back over to the two of you, the shadows were beginning to lift. The light was beginning to break through, and Joel Miller couldn’t remember feeling so bullishly light in all his life.

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