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ithebookhoarder · 6 months

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Truth or Dare (Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!Reader)

Summary: Married only a few months, you are very much one of the Bridgerton brood - something that often drives your poor husband mad, especially when you happen to be every bit as chaotic and unruly as his siblings... Also known as, you, Benedict and Eloise take a game of ‘truth or dare’ a bit too far.

A/N: What can I say? It’s well and truly fluff-tober over here on my blog 😅

Warnings: Alcohol, mild smut, swearing, Anthony losing his mind, typical Bridgerton sibling shenanigans

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There weren’t many nights Anthony spent away from your side.

They were few and far between, but that didn’t lessen how irksome you found them when the odd occasion called for him to leave you over night. You didn’t know what it was exactly, but you never truly slept well without your husband there to hold you.

Of course, it had to be one of those nights that you truly found yourself in a spot of mischief. Though, in fairness, it had all started rather innocently.

Un-beknowst to you at the time, it was Benedict that had been first outside on the garden swing, sipping from a stolen bottle of whiskey he’d pilfered from the kitchens. He’d been sat there perhaps ten minutes by himself, staring at the stars and lamenting about some problem or other.

Then Eloise had come along.

As was her habit - you later discovered - she had been swift to follow her brother’s example, sneaking out of the house in her nightgown for a reprieve in the night air… and a cigarette or two. Apparently her second-eldest brother was something of a soft touch when it came to her, not that you could blame him for it. You doted on Eloise too.

Then, finally, completing the eclectic cast of characters, there had been you.

Now, in your defence, you hadn’t intended on going out into the garden that night, but had found no other alternative suitable given the blasted summer heat. It was worse tonight that it had been all week, and without Anthony in bed beside you, you saw little point in enduring with the effort of trying to get any rest.

So, you’d decided to make your way quietly through the house and sit outside a while, and pray for a breeze. You hadn’t, however, expected to find both Bridgerton siblings already sat there, having had a similar idea.

“My, what do we have here? Another night owl?”

It was Benedict who spoke first, smiling warmly at the sight of you appearing out of the darkness. He was quick to rise, offering you his swing as a perch to rest upon, beside Eloise.

You were about to protest that it wasn’t necessary and that you could find somewhere else to sit, but a warning glare from Eloise was enough to silence you.

She was all too eager to pat the seat next to her in invitation, looking remarkably pleased to have another addition to their little party.

“Come. Sit,” she ordered. “We were simply discussing how tedious Lady Tremaine’s luncheon will be tomorrow and how we could possibly avoid the whole thing. Now that you’re here, you can help us plot our escape. Benedict’s only suggestion thus far has been some kind of contagious summer cold.”

“I think I actually said that I would use such an excuse, sister,” Benedict corrected with a teasing grin. “Not that we would share it.”

“Traitor.”

“Hardly. It is every man - or woman - for themselves. Right, Y/N?”

“Alas, I think your mother would be rather suspicious at all three of us suddenly being absent,” you sighed by way of explanation as both their eyes turned to you. “Besides, I only came outside because of this heat, not to join some conspiracy.”

“Hardly,” Eloise chuckled. “We simply had the same idea, but I am rather glad you came to join us. Perhaps we should form some secret kind of club - Bridgertons against boredom?”

“And do what? Constantly find excuses not to attend social events we deem too tedious or odious to be dragged along to?”

“Sounds like a marvellous idea to me.”

“It would, sister dear,” Benedict teased. “You always have a talent for causing chaos and anarchy. You’d suit the cause perfectly, even if we both know our mother would never stand for it. She somehow sees through even our best efforts.”

“In which case, it’s time I take a leaf out of your book, Benedict. After all, you always say social events become far more bearable after a good drink or two,” Eloise smirked, gesturing towards the bottle of whiskey Benedict had been steadily nursing. “Perhaps I should follow my brothers example and learn to hold a drink, maybe then things will be more fun.”

“Oh no.” Benedict was quick to shut down that idea, holding the bottle possessively to his chest and shaking his head. “No. I am not allowing you to start drinking. Mother would have my head if she caught you, not to mention Anthony would have all ours heads on a platter in no time.”

The thought of it made you laugh. Your husband was hardly a tyrant, even if he’d been known to have a temper but he was easy enough to handle. A few soft words in his ear or a kiss on the cheek and he was putty in your hands, helplessly and completely in love with you. Just as you were in love with him.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of Anthony, Benedict?” you giggled, causing Eloise to join you. “I assure you, he’s more a kitten than a lion and he’d probably prefer you to allow Eloise to sample alcohol here, under your supervision, than when she inevitably decides to rebel and has her first drink later on, in the middle of some public ball…”

The warning was clear and you all knew very likely true. Still, Eloise was beaming in victory as Benedict cursed to himself, muttering about Bridgerton women and the likely death he’d receive should Anthony ever find out he had allowed Eloise to sample whiskey. “Just a few sips, El. I mean it.”

“Oh hush,” she snorted, taking the bottle before he could change his mind. She was quick to throw back her head and down a rather brave mouthful, causing you to laugh even harder as she scrunched her face up in disgust. “Oh! That is revolting.”

“I told you.”

“Now you, Y/N,” Eloise grinned, turning and offering the offending item towards you. “Go on. Join us trouble makers - I won’t say a word about it if you don’t.”

“Oh, for goodness sake… Give me that then,” you sighed, earning a cheer from them both, knowing it was better to simply surrender rather than try and fight their mischievous whims. It only increased as you took an ambitious swig from the bottle, wincing at the acrid burning sensation it left in your throat.

If only Anthony could have seen you. He’d have probably had some kind of seizure - especially as you took another quick swig before handing the bottle back.

“There. Your turn again, brother dearest.”

“My my. You really are quite surprising,” Benedict sniggered, before winking up at you in admiration. “Who knew it? You can hold your drink better than Colin. He seems cursed to choke any time he drinks anything stronger than a brandy.”

“Well, it is your sex that falsely deemed us the weaker,” Eloise quipped. “It’s not our fault you were ignorant.”

“I’d like to remind you I wasn’t part of that decision and you also looked ready to choke a moment ago, El.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still one of the enemy,” she giggled, earning another raucous laugh from you. Oh, you loved her. If you’d ever been so blessed to have had a sister, you hoped she’d have been just like her. “Now, it is your turn again, brother.”

“Oh … joy.”

“Else we shall have to have some kind of forfeit.”

“A forfeit?” you scoffed, finding the idea absurd. “Like what?”

“How about… truth or dare?”

Benedict froze. “Oh no. Not again. Pall Mall is one thing but we swore we would never play that game in this family again-“

“But Benedict-“

“What’s truth or dare?”

Your innocent question ceased their bickering instantly. Their eyes widened as they turned to you, a knowing and nervous look passing between them. Somehow, you knew this evening was about to get wildly out of hand.

Sometime later, you’d been fully apprised of the rules of ‘truth or dare’. In fact, you’d been something of a natural at it, even if you knew the copious amounts of whiskey you’d all consumed was more than likely the responsible culprit. Else, you’d probably have known better and snuck back off inside before you could make a fool of yourself.

By the end of the night, Benedict had climbed a tree, confessed to being oddly scared of spiders, and been forced to sing the national anthem in French.

Eloise had also made an admirable effort, despite her obviously lower tolerance for drink. She still permitted Benedict to try and arrange her hair, before daring to steal a sock from Colin’s room whilst he’d slept. Then she’d loosened a leg on a dining chair. (Alas, none of you could remember which one but that somehow made it even funnier - even if it would not be come morning when you were forced to sit at the table for breakfast in some kind of roulette.)

You could only pray you didn’t choose said seat.

You could also only pray neither of your conspirators shared your contributions with your husband. You weren’t exactly sure how Anthony would feel at the fact you gone for a midnight paddle in the pond, nor that you’d mixed up the papers on his desk, all before finishing the night with a final dare that involved stealing several cakes from the kitchens… you still swore Mrs Reynolds would notice, come morning, that there were no longer twelve perfect cakes.

That, and Benedict had somehow knocked flour all over the counter, causing you all to erupt in drunken laughter as you’d bolted back outside.

Needless to say, you all looked a sorry sight as you lay in the grass together, staring at the approaching dawn. Had you not been so tired, or drunk, you may have suggested retiring back to your rooms before the house awoke shortly.

“Now that… was fun.”

“Fun? That was more than fun. I haven’t laughed like that in ages.”

“Told you it was a good idea.”

You hummed in agreement with your sister in law.

“I can see why you all favoured this game so much,” you sniggered, winking at Eloise as she sat in the grass beside you. “I can also see why you all agreed to stop playing it… I don’t know what Anthony would say if he saw what we’d been up to.”

“Something sensible and disapproving most likely,” Benedict sniggered. “Our brother, and your husband, can be a right prig, no offence.”

“Oh hush. At least I didn’t let my sister dress me up in her petticoat when she was five.”

Benedict’s jaw dropped.

“Who told you about that?” he demanded indignantly.

“I have my sources.”

Benedict’s eyes narrowed as he turned his head to glare at his younger sister. “Well, you can tell your source that she’s going to have to find someone else to fetch her lemonade at the Cowper’s ball tomorrow night unless she apologises. You can also tell her that I’ll accept either a verbal or a written apology as long as it’s suitably abject. And that means very, very abject,” he added darkly.

“Tell me, Benedict, was it a lacy petticoat?”

With a wordless grunt of annoyance, Benedict groaned, but it was hard to hear over the laughter echoing from you and Eloise. You resembled more a pack of hyenas than two noble ladies - you probably looked just as feral after your night of mischief.

And of course, as was always your luck, that was exactly how your husband found you mere seconds later.

How Anthony had arrived without any of you hearing a carriage pulling up to the house at this time of the night - morning? You couldn’t be sure - was a mystery. Yet, there he was, hands on hips and looking thunderous as he stormed towards the three of you with all the fury of an exasperated headmaster.

“What in God’s name are you all playing at?”

You all froze.

It was as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over you as your eyes widened, and you all turned to stare sheepishly at him.

“Oh, darling. You’re home?”

“Don’t ‘oh darling’ me,” Anthony sighed, attempting to scold you but without much success. His attempt at seriousness was somewhat undermined by his brother’s heckling, singing ‘here comes mother’ and that ‘someone’s in trouble’. That, and with the way you were lying, he was upside down. “What are you doing up at this god forsaken hour? And why are you … is that flour? And why are you soaking wet?”

“I went for a swim.”

“A - you went for a -“

“And Benedict did my hair,” Eloise interjected suddenly, waving her arms about as she gestured to the tangle of hair upon her head. “Isn’t it marvellous?”

Anthony’s expression very much said that he did not think it was marvellous. Nor did he find any of this vaguely amusing.

In fact, by the way he took a long deep breath, you knew he was doing his best not to lose his temper and wake the entirety of the household. His brow always creased like that when he was faced with dealing with his family, but the expression only made him seem more adorable and handsome to you, rather than authoritative. However, you’d never told him so, knowing it would hardly be deemed a compliment in his eyes.

You also doubted he’d appreciate your usual response right now, which was normally to kiss said brow until it eased back into its relaxed form.

“We were just playing a game to escape the heat, darling,” you soothed. “We couldn’t sleep and all had the same idea to seek refuge outdoors… we simply got carried away passing the time.”

“What game?”

“Pardon?”

“I said, what was the game you were all playing?” Anthony suddenly quipped, the warning clear in his tone. That, and his eyes landed squarely on his two siblings, who at least had the decency to look sheepish… and afraid. “Because there is but one game I can think of that would result in a mess like this one, and I’m confused, because I know for a fact that we banned that game under this roof, and any other roof that houses the Bridgertons.”

No one moved.

No one even breathed.

It was as if you were all too scared to risk answering Anthony, even if the empty bottle of whiskey did most of the talking by itself.

“I don’t recall the name,” you blinked. “Right, Benedict?”

“Oh, uh… we… we were just- Eloise?”

Eloise froze, the guilt written all too clearly on her face for her to even try and salvage the situation - though that could also be down to the whisky she had consumed… it was honestly hard to be sure at this point.

“Well, dear brother,” she began, only to trail off as Anthony lifted his hand.

The silence was instantaneous.

No one dared to say another word, let alone move.

You’d never seen Eloise or Benedict so still in your entire life. Hell, you weren’t even sure they were breathing - probably out of fear Anthony would decide to inform their mother about their mischievous exploits.

If Anthony Bridgerton was scary when vexed, then Violet Bridgerton was a nightmare brought to life in human form. After all, as the matriarch of a family of eight children, she had learned a long time ago how to keep her unruly children in line - a harrowing experience you had only had occasion to witness once or twice since your marriage into the Bridgerton family. Once had been when Colin and Gregory had broken a priceless vase when racing around the house, despite being explicitly banned from doing so. The other had been when she had caught Eloise and Benedict smoking outside on the terrace one night.

It was easy to say where your husband had inherited it from.

“Not. Another. Word,” your husband growled, bending down and sweeping you up into his arms in a move that made you squeal in surprise. “Right now, I am taking my wife to bed and I suggest you two do the same - after you clean up your mess. I’ll deal with the lot of you in the morning.”

A laugh escaped you as you tried not to look like you were enjoying the sudden turn of events too much. After all, you doubted he’d be too happy once you were more sober and he discovered the true extent of your nightly activities.

It was why you were only too happy to let him put you to bed, grumbling all the while about letting his siblings run wild. He really was most handsome when he was flushed - a fact you were reminded of as he hastily changed for bed, flashing you a tempting glimpse of his bare torso in the process.

You could tell without asking he was tired from his journey home, as well as fighting the urge to rip his hair out over the chaos he had found upon his return.

Thankfully, his need to be in your arms outweighed the need to scold you over letting yourself be drawn into his siblings’ schemes. All it took was you pulling him down onto the mattress, and climbing into his lap to turn him into a needy, lovestruck puddle.

You’d equally missed having him in your arms, but you’d be lying if you said that your sudden forwardness wasn't also due to a mixture of the whiskey you’d drunk, and the residual giddiness from a night of mischief. A confidence radiated from you as you began to run your hands over his bare chest, taking care to graze the areas you knew made him groan.

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he teased breathlessly, visibly unable to refuse your advances.

“Is that so?”

Anthony chuckled, nodding as he surged his lips towards yours. “Yes, so come here, my delinquent drunken wife, and let me kiss you before you and those doe-eyes of yours drive me insane. Now.”

Your laughter and surrender was immediate. “As you wish.”

Alas, for poor Anthony, that was not the end of the ordeal.

In fact, it was the next morning as you made your way into breakfast that you faced the final consequences of your delinquency.

Despite wishing to remain abed for the entire day, you’d been granted no such reprieve as your maid had entered your room at the usual appointed time and proceeded to open the curtains with no regard for the fact that you had slept a mere handful of hours. Whereas you would normally greet the day with a reluctant smile, you were in no state to manage much more than a groan as you were harshly ripped from your slumber.

If you had somehow not yet come to the conclusion that last night had been a bad idea, then the sudden flare of pain in your head at the bright intrusion was all the proof you needed. That, and the sudden churning in your stomach.

You would never let Benedict or Eloise coax you into drinking with them again.

You had not realised, despite how the idiom went, that what went up was sure to come down again - and you had come crashing down.

Hard.

“If you’re ready to dress, my lady, then breakfast will be served shortly,” your maid chirped, a dress already picked out for you to wear. She either couldn't detect your fragile state, or didn't seem to care as she continued speaking at a painfully loud volume. “My Lord sent me to wake you as he is finishing business in the study. He was up frightfully early, I could scarce believe it went the housemaids told me they’d already found him awake when they went to start the fires this morning. Gave young Samantha a right fright he did, scribbling away at his desk.”

“Oh?” you croaked.

You hadn’t even noticed the empty space in the bed bedside you until then.

Clearly Anthony had risen early, if he’d even gone to sleep at all. Why were you not surprised? Your husband was perpetually in motion, always claiming there was something or someone that needed his urgent attention as the head of the Bridgerton clan. It was just one of the things that made you love him so much.

“Is he still there?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the young girl continued, breezing about your room. “And that’s not the only strange incident this morning. It will tickle you rotten when I tell you the latest drama, but you see, Mrs Reynolds was ranting and raving about how she swore she had made three trays of fruit tarts last night, yet this morning, there were only two. The youngest kitchen maid, Betsy, is convinced it must be a ghost but my money is on Carter - the groom’s boy - he’s always snooping about the kitchen...”

You winced. Ah. Maybe you hadn't been as stealthy last night as you’d hoped after all...

With as much enthusiasm as you could muster, you began to peel yourself from the mattress, trying to appear as if you were listening to your maid’s theories as she dressed you for the day. It then took all your resolve to make it downstairs and to the breakfast table without tripping over your own feet, or emptying the non-existent contents of your stomach.

To your relief, only Eloise and Benedict had so far taken a seat at the breakfast table - and both looked about as miserable as you felt.

“Good morning,” you mumbled, taking your usual chair next to the head of the table. You were quick to accept the steaming cup of coffee Benedict handed you, shooting him a thankful look. “Dare I ask how we feel?”

“I think better than you and my dear sister here,” Benedict chirped, gesturing at a miserable looking Eloise. She had her head in her hands and was desperately trying to look at the plate of food in front of her with something other than repulsion. “Then again, I must admit I am somewhat more experienced in the art of late-night mischief than you both. I also did not have to deal with my brother before going to bed - thank you, again, for that noble sacrifice.”

“Your welcome,” you chuckled, a faint heat rising in your cheeks as you remembered the exact events after you and Anthony had gone to bed. “I just feel bad that you both got left to clean up the mess.”

“Don’t be. I think we got it all.”

“You say that but I can’t remember anything after you started singing in French,” Eloise groaned, massaging her forehead once more. “I have the oddest feeling we may have forgotten something.”

You paused. You could only hope for your sake she was wrong.

However, you were saved from such discussion by the arrival of the rest of the Bridgerton bunch. All conversation about your night-time escapades were quickly forgotten as Colin, Hyacinth and Gregory entered the room, bickering about something you couldn’t quite make out. They were swiftly followed by Violet and Francesca, who both looked unfairly cheerful for so early in the morning.

You could only wish to look so fresh and composed before your first cup of whatever caffeinated beverage you could get your hands on.

Then, finally, came your husband. Entering the room last, he turned and shot you a warm smile. Clearly, your shenanigans had been forgotten - for now - replaced instead by the memory of your other activities, much to the relief of you and your co-conspirators.

In fact, you swore you saw Eloise exhale a breath of relief when Anthony didn't immediately launch into one of his lectures. Instead, he chose to join the rest of his family in helping himself to the awaiting breakfast spread, laid out on the sideboard for them, listening to some ongoing debate between his mother and youngest brother.

“-but you said we could visit the park this afternoon.”

“I know, sweetheart, but I have to take Francesca and Eloise for their final fittings at the modiste. We shouldn’t be too long, and we can go after? Unless, perhaps your brothers will take you. Colin? Benedict? Anthony?”

Benedict looked physically pained at the idea of an afternoon at the park, what with his current delicate constitution and all. You honestly couldn't blame him. “Well, I uh - have a drawing class, this afternoon. Very last minute. Sorry.”

“And I... um, have a meeting at the club?” Colin stammered hastily. “Anthony?”

“Please, Anthony?” Gregory begged, all but pouting at his older brother as the pair made their way to the table. “I promise I’ll do all my lessons this week without complaining if you say yes. I’ll even let you have my pudding tonight.”

“As you asked so nicely, brother, I don’t see how an hour or so at the park could do any harm -” Anthony began, pulling out the chair next to you and lowering himself onto the seat in a moment that felt like it lasted forever as a horrifying sensation swept over you.

You remembered what you’d forgotten.

The chair.

“Anthony, wait-!”

The sudden crash was startling, as was the sight of your husband being sent flying backwards as the chair collapsed beneath him.

No one moved.

No one said a word.

Benedict looked across at you and Eloise, the horror clear in his eyes as he choked the word you felt on the tip of your tongue: “Run!”

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helluvapoison · 2 months

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For All to See

Lucifer Morningstar x Reader x Lilith

Lilith has Lucifer and Lucifer has Lilith. Their eyes are well trained for snakes in the garden, they’re able to watch each other’s backs with ease. Everyone wants to know, just who the fuck are you to the King and Queen of Hell?

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• Technically speaking, they don’t need you

• Your heart lurches at the constant reminders

• Everywhere you look there’s capable hands doing anything you could do, and doing it better

• The guards around the Morningstar estate are appreciated and skilled but merely for show, their wise (albeit chaotic) council of Princes have never led them astray and they have more willing servants than they know what to do with

• It’d be impossible to forget how agonizingly obvious it is that you’re not needed beside them. Occasionally it was a paralyzing thought. You were nothing without them but they could continue on just fine without you

• And Lilith, ethereal, graceful, benevolent Lilith, noticed this. Her own heart ached for you, she loved you!

• You tenderly brushed her hair when she hadn’t even rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Combined with her husband’s efforts, you would make her feel beautiful when her mind told her the opposite. You would be on your feet beside her all day, shooting little thumbs ups that restored her energy when she was nearly depleted. Your unfailing attendance from her concerts to afternoon tea brought a comforting sense of normalcy to the disorder of the realm she ruled

• Lucifer, who loved you no less than she, was furious at himself for not realizing on his own

• You were his alarm clock, gently coaxing him out of bed and making the day seem more inviting than it did when he opened his eyes. You snuck into his room when everyone else (Lilith aside) was banished, claiming only to drop off a tray of snacks but would sit with him for hours on end just so that he wouldn’t be alone. When the world was too big, his own thoughts too heavy, it was you that made him feel bigger and stronger

• And you thought of yourself as inconsequential!?

• Blasphomy.

• They would not let this stand another fucking second

• They covered all their bases, working from the inside out

• You were instructed to join them for a portrait. Lucifer picked your outfit while Lilith did your hair then they sandwiched you between them. It took several hours and you ached from standing still for so long but the painting looked absolutely marvelous. Lilith ordered it to be hung in the lobby

• “Not the bedroom?” You asked quietly, tilting your head up at her

• “As much as I’d love to, no. This needs to be seen by our guests! Besides, I have your darling face right there every morning.” She replied sweetly and kissed your cheek on her way out

• You were utterly floored when you saw a detailed third chair, right to Lucifer’s, in the throne room. Meetings were only held here once a month for the public to bring their qualms to the royals but they took a full day to bring to conclusion. Lucifer’s smile widened at your reaction

• “Do you like it?” He asked knowingly, “It’s for you.”

• “Me? I— yes! Yes, it’s lovely. I just don’t understand, I-I was alright standing.” You blink rapidly, your mind racing to catch up with his words

• “Don’t be silly, dove! These matters are a bore and take eternity. This was long overdue.” Lucifer takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, smiling at you apologetically

• Polygamy wasn’t something to clutch pearls over down here and you were never a dirty secret. Magazines, networks, media just happened to only feature the King and Queen of Hell (Later, Lucifer would always point out the blurry spec that was you behind them or to the side or cut off the page) So when you were yanked between them during their red carpet debut, you stared at the camera flashes like a deer in the headlights. Their grips on either of your hands kept you from floating too high

• While your view on the situation changed drastically, it wasn’t atonement enough for Lilith and Lucifer. They never wanted you to feel immaterial ever again

• “You’re not nothing to us,” Lucifer said, holding your left hand. He hid his face in the crook of your neck where you could feel him smiling against your skin

• “We would never abandon you,” Lilith whispered while slipping a matching golden band around your finger. She had you sitting in her lap, facing away from her. She held your hand up for you to see the new obvious, your next reminder of their devotion for you

• Suffocating on their love for you, you choked back a sob to not ruin the moment. Lilith wrapped her arms around you and Lucifer, bringing you both closer to her heart

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New Blood, Old Regards

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atomicladytimetravel · 5 months

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The Best Part of Waking Up

Summary: Joel comes home exhausted after working fourteen hours, but reader is in the mood. After some begging, reader gives up. Joel wakes her up in the middle of the night to give her what she asked for.

Warnings: Mature content. Porn with very little plot - like is the plot in the room with us? 18+ ONLY. MDNI. Unprotected p in v, creampie, use of the word ‘whore’ (once and reader likes it), use of ‘daddy’, dirty talk, spanking, slight ass play.

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It’s finally Friday, your favorite day of the week. Your husband Joel usually comes home at around 4:00 PM and the two of you have takeout, watch a movie and then fuck like rabbits. Sometimes you just fuck like rabbits. Either way, your body has basically been programmed to expect dick every Friday evening.

You glance anxiously at the time on your phone - 6:55 PM. Joel should’ve been home almost three hours ago, but something had gone wrong at the job site and he had to stay and deal with it. He promised he would be home by seven, but he hasn’t even called to say he’s on his way.

Finally, at 9:00 PM, you hear Joel’s heavy footsteps on the front porch. He opens the door, a sheepish look already on his face.

“I’m so sorry baby,” he apologizes immediately. “Being the owner isn’t all it’s cracked up to be sometimes.”

“It’s alright Joel, you’re home now.”

You cross over to him and hook your arms around his neck. His arms circle your waist and he gives you a lingering kiss. You’ve been horny all day and the slight bit of affection sends you into overdrive. You try to initiate sex, but he gently pulls away from you.

“I’m sorry honey, but I’m exhausted. Let’s get some sleep and we’ll have tomorrow to ourselves, yeah?”

“Mm, pleeeease Joel? I’ll do all the work.”

“As tempting as it sounds, I’m just too tired. I worked fourteen hours today,” he protests.

“But daddyyyy,” you pout, but he puts a finger to your lips.

“No whining. I’m going to go lay down and tomorrow, I’ll fuck you all day. I promise.”

“Fine,” you agree and he kisses you again. He bids you good night and you watch a few more episodes of your favorite show before joining him.

Joel wakes up a few hours later with his cock throbbing between his legs. He tosses and turns for another half hour, trying every method he could think of to make a hard on disappear.

“I should’ve fucked her when she was begging for it,” he thinks to himself. He turns and snuggles close to you, his hard on pressed into your ass. He kisses your neck, reaching underneath your sleep shirt to fondle your breast.

“Wake up baby girl,” he whispers in your ear when you start to stir. He nibbles your ear while he rolls your nipple between his fingers and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“What are you doing Joel?” you giggle sleepily.

“‘M just tryin’ to give you the cock you were beggin’ me for earlier.”

“Mm, but ‘m sleepy now baby,” you whine. You don’t protest when his hand wanders underneath your panties, however. He drags his middle finger through your wetness and uses it to circle your clit.

“Seems like you could use some help t’me,” he mutters into the crook of your neck. “She’s so wet baby. She wants t’be played with.”

You drape your leg over his in response, opening yourself up to him.

“There ya go baby, let me have it,” he rasps in your ear. You whimper quietly as he rubs slow circles on your clit. He dips his finger into your entrance and marvels at just how wet you are.

“Mmm, yeah she wants it bad darlin’.”

You whine as he removes his hand from your panties and he shushes you.

“I’m gonna take care of my baby girl, don’t worry. I just wanna get you naked first.”

You feel him shuffle behind you and he turns on the lamp on his bedside table. You roll onto your back, squinting and groaning at the sudden brightness.

“Sorry, I just wanna be able to see my beautiful girl,” he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. He pulls the comforter off your body and hooks his fingers in the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. He tosses them aside and you sit up, pulling the shirt over your head as he sheds his boxers.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he compliments as he moves toward you on his knees. You lie back as he settles between your legs. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him toward you; he collapses on top of you with a chuckle and quick kiss.

“Thought you were too sleepy,” he teases. You pull his head down for a hot, opened mouth kiss.

“Not anymore,” you mumble against his lips. “Want you so fucking bad.”

“Yeah angel? You wanna feel daddy’s cock?”

“Yes…please,” you respond. He settles onto his knees and wraps a hand around his cock. He pushes the tip through your slit, using it to rub your clit. You grip onto his forearm and moan his name as he continues using his cock to rub your clit.

“Fuck it feels good just like this,” he groans. “Might make you cum like this before I fuck you. Pussy’s so fuckin’ slick.”

You don’t protest; the head of his cock on your aching clit feels too fucking good.

“Yes, please daddy don’t stop. It feels so good, been needing you to touch me all day.”

“Aww, you needy little thing,” he coos. “Always so ready for my cock, my good girl.”

You whimper in response, head tipping back as you feel the beginnings of your orgasm approaching.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’tcha baby? I can see it on that beautiful face. Go on, let it go for me so I can stuff that tight hole.”

“Yeah baby, I’m gonna cum. Keep going just like that, I’m so fucking close.”

He slides his cock through your folds once, twice, and then on the third time, you’re coming undone.

“I’m cumming baby, fuck!”

“That’s it darlin’ - fuck baby girl, you’re gettin’ my cock so wet.”

He slaps the head of his cock on your clit as you cum, prolonging your orgasm. Once you’ve come down, he aligns himself with your entrance and pushes in slowly, groaning at the feeling of your tight walls around him.

“Always so tight f’me,” he grunts. “Fuckin’ perfect pussy made just to take my cock.”

He rocks into you slowly at first, burying his face in the crook of your neck to suck on the skin there.

“My pretty, perfect baby girl,” he whispers. “Oh baby, you feel so good.”

“Oh god,” you whimper. You hook your ankles together behind his back, allowing him to push deeper. You drag your nails down his back and he snaps his hips forward in response; he loves the stinging feeling of your nails on his skin when he’s giving you his cock. He’ll have red scratch marks for a day or two, but he loves the reminder of how good he makes his baby feel.

“Do it again,” he hisses, and you oblige. He snaps his hips forward again with a growl.

“H-harder Joel, please,” you beg.

He sits up and hooks his forearms underneath the crooks of your knees and starts pounding into you. The headboard bangs against the wall with the force of his thrusts and you grip the sheets for dear life.

“Yeah baby? Like this? You wanna get fucked like a little whore?”

“Yes daddy, oh my god!” you cry.

“Fuck yeah, take this fuckin’ cock. Such a good fuckin’ girl.”

“Keep going baby, ‘m gonna cum,” you pant.

“Rub that pretty clit for me baby,” he instructs through gritted teeth. “Cum all over daddy’s cock pretty girl.”

You reach between your bodies and rub fast circles on your clit. Coupled with his hard thrusts, the action causes you to tumble over the edge, legs shaking and wild moans escaping your throat.

“Oh my god Joel, ‘m cumming so fucking hard!”

“Oh god yeah, I feel that pussy squeezin’ me,” he moans. He pulls out when you’ve come down and strokes himself slowly.

“Turn over and throw that gorgeous ass in the air for daddy.”

You obey quickly, arching your back and giving him the best view of your ass. He smacks it appreciatively, the sting making you moan. He spreads your cheeks and whistles lowly.

“Mmm, look at that pretty little ass hole.”

He slides his cock back into your pussy and grabs your hips, setting a steady pace.

“One day I’m gonna stuff both of your little holes at the same time,” he promises. The thought makes a fresh surge of arousal course through you.

“Oh, you like the thought of that, do ya little one?” he chuckles, feeling the rush of wetness that came with your arousal.

“Yes daddy,” you whimper. He stuffs the tip of his thumb into your ass hole and you gasp.

“Feel good?” he questions.

“Yes, please leave it there,” you respond.

“So fuckin’ hot baby. Oh fuck, I love you,” he whimpers.

“I love you Joel.”

His thrusts speed up and your head falls into the pillow below you, muffling your sounds. He grips your hair and pulls hard enough to lift your head.

“Keep that head up. I wanna hear how fuckin’ good I’m makin’ you feel.”

“Yes daddy,” you obey. He doesn’t release his grip, however, and with his hand in your hair and his thumb in your ass, you cum hard around him.

“Oh shit, oh shit, I’m cumming daddy!” you wail.

“Yeah baby, that’s my good girl. Daddy loves listening to you cum.”

He fucks you through your orgasm and keeps pounding into you until you’re having another. He spanks you repeatedly while your pussy clenches around him and you babble mindlessly about how good his cock is.

“I know baby, and you take it so well,” he smirks. “Best god damn pussy I’ve ever fucked.”

“Mmm, fuck, I can’t stop cumming,” you moan as a fifth orgasm hits. “Oh god daddy, I’m cumming so good.”

“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he grits out. “Fuck, I’m gonna unload right in this little pussy. Gonna fill you so full of my cum. My balls are so fuckin’ heavy.”

“Yes daddy, give it to me. Give me your cum.”

His thrusts become sloppy until an animalistic sound tears from his chest. He grips both hips as his balls tighten and ropes of cum fill your pussy.

“Baby girl,” he rasps. “God damn, I’m blowing a fuckin’ load in your pretty pussy.”

You feel some of his cum trickle down your thigh, but he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck baby, it’s already spilling out and I’m not - nnngh - not done yet.”

He finishes with a final thrust and pulls out of you gently. Cum immediately starts dripping from your spent hole and he gets up to grab a towel. He cleans off your thighs and wipes off his dick before finding your panties and helping you into them.

“Keep as much of me in there as you can baby,” he says, patting your clothed pussy. He settles into bed behind you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Get some sleep my love,” he whispers in your ear. “I still intend to keep my promise about tomorrow.”

#joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller smut #pedro pascal smut #the last of us #tlou hbo #tlou series #tlou smut

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dutchess-of-fear · 7 months

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Making Zoro Smile

OPLA! Roronoa Zoro x Reader

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Zoro was taken his usual nap on deck, as Luffy and Usopp was having fun together, as Nami was busy with her maps,

You had been with the crew for a while, Zoro have saved you from Buggy and Luffy wanted you to join and so you did, and well you didn't know why Luffy wanted you.

You don't have any skills, not that you know of, maybe good at cleaning, maybe that's what Luffy wanted you here was cause of your cleaning?

But thought everyone was amazing and friendly to you, you always stayed with Zoro,

Yes, you may have a crush on Zoro, I mean who wouldn't with how handsome he was, and with his beautiful eyes and you know he would have such a wonderful smile, so you always wanted to make him smile, to make him happy

You tried everything, chatting to him, making him food,(though it isn't always the best made) anything you could think of, After a while you just gave up.

You glance at Zoro as he slept peacefully, you sigh as you silently got up and went over to Nami as she looked over at me with that familiar smirk,

"still looking for ways to make Zoro smile (Y/N)?" You slump down on the chair as she placed her map on the table and held my shoulder gently, "I mean how am I supposed to make him smile?" You knew you couldn't find anything to make this lifelong dream now to come true as Nami shook you gently making you look at her.

"His Swords" you look at her confused as she laughed before continuing, "You are great at cleaning, why don't you clean his swords, he would be happy I think?" That actually would work, you thought, as you slowly got up and running out to the deck.

You still see that he was still sleeping, you slowly but surely tried your best to take his swords as he has such mighty grip.

But you thanked the heavens above as you managed to get the swords out of his grip and you quietly make your way to where Nami was,

She was surprised by how you managed to take the swords with ease, as you smiled with such pride and unshield his swords as you marveled at how graceful his swords are, but know it is quite dirty, as you began to clean his swords for perfection.

Zoro had woken up and noticed his swords were missing, he quickly gotten up in a flash and went straight to Luffy, "hey! Where had you left my swords?" Luffy looked at him confused as Usopp backed away slowly as Zoro looked over to him, "I've seen (Y/N) carrying them, she looked like she was going to clean them" Zoro stood there baffled by this as he wonder why would she take his swords and clean them.

"Wait so you hadn't noticed with (Y/N)?" Luffy looked at Zoro with surprise as Zoro stood there kinda awkwardly as Luffy and Usopp explained about (Y/N)'s feeling for Zoro as they said it was completely noticeable, Zoro took in this information as he began to realise how she acted around him, Zoro did found (Y/N) cute, and adorable but he never could outright say it infront of her, he was afraid she wouldn't like him that way.

"Oh Zoro! There you are, I was wondering where you were" he turned around and had seen (Y/N) trying her best to hold his swords together, "I was wondering where they were" Zoro walked over and gently took his swords off her hands, as his hands gently brush over your arm, you immediately started to blush, he was freaking out in the inside but he kept his cool as he had a faint smirk on his face.

He unshielded his sword out to have a look at, and he noticed how clean and sharp it was, it was so shiny he could see his face reflect off his sword, "I just thought of cleaning your swords today as you were asleep, I hope you like it" You tried to quickly run down the stairs but Zoro called you as you froze there.

He walked round to stand in front of you as he put his swords back around his waist again, he placed both his hands on your shoulders as you glance up and saw something you never imagined you would ever see.

Zoro was smiling, and it was beautiful, you couldn't help but smile back to him, as he lean down and gave your cheek a quick kiss "Thank you so much, (Y/N)" you couldn't believe it, first Zoro smiled, and now he had kiss your cheek, could it get any better? "Ah, Zoro! You miss" Zoro knew what you had meant as he lean down and captured your lips in the most sweetest, breathtaking kiss you ever had.

Luffy and Usopp glance over from where they are stand smiling two each other "see I told you Zoro would kiss her first" Luffy said with pride as he walked over the railings and looked out at sea, as Usopp groaned in defeat, "well I never thought they would finally kiss" as he joined with Luffy, leaving Zoro and (Y/N) at peace for now

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earthtooz · 2 years

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bakugo fluff to heal the soul!

bakugo katsuki was fuming in his seat.

it’s not necessarily strange for him to be doing so, but normally it was due to the antics of kirishima and kaminari that gets him all riled up. this time though? it was you.

it all started the moment you stepped foot into the classroom because as soon as mina noticed you, she was already shouting her heart out at this hour of the morning (not that the time mattered much to bakugo because he wanted her to shut up at all times of the day).

but it was what she said that ticked him off even more.

“y/n! you’ve got an admirer!”

bakugo katsuki had to watch in slow-fucking-motion how your face lit up in a (beautiful) smile that almost had his anger raging as wildly as his explosions because it wasn’t him that was making you smile like that.

it wasn’t his love letter that had you giggling and flustered, it wasn’t his bouquet of flowers that you were fawning over and it wasn’t his box of sweets that you were admiring. only he had the right to make you feel like that.

bakugo is brought out of his misery with the familiar voice of a certain red-haired. “oi! thought you’d never confess to y/n, finally grew a pair?” kirishima asked, bending down to match the blond’s seated position.

bakugo scowls harder as he gruffly murmured, “that wasn’t me.”

“oh man! really?” kirishima looked back at your desk, noticing the gentle way that you were handling the gifts, setting them down on the floor beside you. “i guess y/n is popular, better shoot your shot before it’s too late.”

small explosions spark from bakugo’s palms as he screams, “i know, dumbass!”

for the rest of school he had to witness the dazed, delicate expression you wore, paired with a gentle smile that never seemed to fade from your lips the whole day. he even found you fiddling with the card you received, reading it over for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day.

bakugo could write a better one.

and if that wasn’t enough, he had to watch the way you held the gifts closely in your arms, cradled protectively to your chest as you tried to preserve their sacredness, hearing about how you were going to ‘put the flowers on my windowsill. they’ll be so pretty!’.

he was going to blast those stupid floras into pieces, not understanding why you were feeling so special over some stupid extra’s ‘chivalrous’ actions because you deserved far better.

and you better fucking believe that he could make you smile wider than anyone else

that’s what he did, knocking on your door ferociously the next day, bakugo katsuki was holding an even bigger bouquet of arranged flowers, far more grand than the small one you received yesterday, as well as some of your favourite pastries from the local bakery that you always took him to. and as a card? well, it was him. did you need any more?

was his heart racing because of nerves or because of spite? he didn’t know.

“coming!” your voice comes from the other side of the door and sure enough, the telltale sign of a door unlocking reaches bakugo’s ears. you greet him with a smile, “oh, hey! bakugo- whoa, that is a big bouquet of flowers.”

“‘s for you,” he grumbles, unable to look away from your expression, gauging for a reaction. you’re silent for a moment before pointing at yourself.

a weak ‘me?’ slips past your mouth.

“who else, dumbass? you’re the only one worthy of fuckin’ flowers.”

he dumps them in your arms and you gape at him. “wait- was it you that gave me-”

“nope, but you best believe i outdid them.”

you laugh, a sound that bakugo has grown to cherish over the time you’ve spent together. with a softer, adoring look in your eyes, bakugo thinks he’s reached the peak of life as you meet his gaze. “thank you, bakugo,” you say quietly but there’s something in your voice that tells him that you’re trying to keep your giddiness on the low. he can tell in the way that you marvel at the flowers with a wondrous expression, holding them to your heart.

he scoffs, not in a dismissive way, but in a manner of content.

“oi, i’m takin’ you out tomorrow night, on a date.” bakugo tells you and your chest flutters in the way that it always does when you’re around him. “you’re always pretty so i don’t need to tell you this, but dress nice.”

you beam at him and his heart stutters, “‘kay, only for you though.”

“don’t say shit like that!” the blush on bakugo’s face tells you enough as he stomps away.

he’s happy when you send him a picture of his flowers that sit pretty on your windowsill.

#ooc??? slightly unedited bc i don't have time :(#bakugou x you #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo katuski x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugo imagine #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #ao3 bakugou

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megalony · 1 month

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Wish I Knew

This is an Evan Buckley imagine based on an anon request, I hope you will all like it. Let me know what you think, feedback is always lovely.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem@sj-thefanthefan@hellsdragon@im-an-adult-ish@crazylittlethingg@allauraleigh@onceuponadetectivedemigod@ceres27@avyannadawn@sleepylunarwolf@coverupps@justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @luula @missdreamofendless @bradleybeachbabe @woderfulkawaii @amberpanda99 @daggersquadphantom @marvel-and-chicago-fan @angryknightstatesmantrash @minjix @lyjen @kmc1989 @itsmytimetoodream @noonenuts @hiireadstuff @ashie-babie @classyunknownlover @jayyeahthatsme @sp1ritssz @dumb-fawkin-bitch @oliverstarksbae @gimatida @heart-35 @supernaturalstilinski @stefansalvatoresgf @kyky9103 @wutheringhearts2275 @gay4hotmilfs @itshamleth @gillybear17 @chaoticnosleepinfluencer @gs29 @wh0reforsmutstuff @mel-vaz @natashamea18

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: While (Y/n) is out with Athena, she collapses and Evan and her dad, Bobby, rush to find out what happened.

Enjoy.

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Tilting her head forward, (Y/n) pressed her temple against the cold, damp tiled wall. She could feel the water from the shower beating down against the back of her neck and it felt soothing to have tepid, lukewarm water rushing down her skin.

There was barely any swirls of steam surrounding her when the bathroom was cold and the shower was even colder. Not like the burning hot showers Evan took when he came home from shift.

Her eyes fell closed and she let the water dance through her matted hair that was stuck to the back of her neck and tickling the back of her shoulders.

One hand pressed into the wall to steady herself while her other hand dragged through her hair, keeping it pushed back and away from her face. But (Y/n) opened her eyes and tilted her head to the side when she heard the bathroom door open.

It always worried her that their bathroom was right next to the front door. If ever she was home alone, (Y/n) hated taking showers. If someone tried to break in or wandered in, she was in a vulnerable position very close to the front door like this. But she knew Evan was home today.

"Hello," She murmured quietly when the shower door opened and Evan let himself in.

Her hand dropped from her hair and her eyes closed automatically when his arms circled around her waist. But she felt the way he shivered and hissed against the side of her head when he stood under the water with her.

Evan kept his left arm tightly bound around (Y/n)'s waist but he reached his right hand out and turned the tap, heightening the temperature just a little. He was used to hot showers, especially after work, and Evan wasn't a fan of cold showers like this. Why was (Y/n) stood under cold water like that? She would make herself ill.

"Jesus baby what're you doing having it that cold?" He tilted his head down so his lips smothered her shoulder and the water battered down on his neck and slithered down the groove of his spine.

He felt the water drip down and flatten his curls and when it traced down the bridge of his nose and fell onto (Y/n)'s shoulder, he felt her shiver against him.

(Y/n) opened her eyes and looked down when she felt Evan's hands curve round from her hips to grab and squeeze at her waist. His thumb brushed up and down her skin against the water cascading down around them and (Y/n) took a sharp breath when he suddenly bit down on her neck like a vampire.

"I was boiling."

Her lips curved into a grin when Evan lifted his head from the bruise he'd just created on her neck. He leaned over and pressed his wet lips against her temple and stayed there for a few seconds, determining her temperature.

Her skin was rather warm, despite how cold she seemed to have had the shower.

"You okay?" He mumbled against her skin and leaned forward until every inch of her back was moulded up against his chest.

"I'm fine, just a bit queasy."

Taking care to be slow, (Y/n) turned around so she was facing him and dragged her fingertips up his biceps and over his shoulders until she could cup the back of his neck. Her thumbs smoothed across the side of his jaw and she smiled when his hands found her hips and he carefully nudged her back until she was pressed up against the tiled wall.

If she had been feeling more like herself, (Y/n) would of gasped or scolded him for pushing her into the cold wall that made her skin crawl with goosebumps. But the low temperature was soothing on her skin and feeling the water beat down on Evan first made it less powerful when the droplets fell onto her instead.

Most of the water from the shower trickled down the back of Evan's neck but the leftover droplets fell down his forehead and jumped onto (Y/n)'s skin.

"You sure you're good to go out today?" He spoke against her lips that were almost touching his with only a hairline fracture of space between them.

"I'll be fine, I promise." She wasn't cancelling on Athena again. They were heading out with Athena on a shopping trip and then out for tea later. Since both Evan and Bobby were at work, it was going to be the two of them having a girls day.

(Y/n) hadn't spent a lot of time with Athena recently with everyone being busy at work and she missed the woman she classed as her mum.

Her eyes lifted to scour down Evan's chiselled features and she found herself admiring him more than usual.

She liked the way the water dripped down from his pale pink lips and jumped free from his chin. Each droplet made (Y/n)'s chest tighten until she pushed her hands against his neck and pulled him down to her level. Her fingertips stayed pressed into his skin as she connected his lips down to hers.

She sucked his lower lip between her teeth and gave a little bite until Evan growled and pulled her chest up against his.

His hands moved so he had one arm wrapped around her waist and the other moved to grip the underside of her thigh. (Y/n) could feel his fingertip pinching into her skin so he had a good grip and she squeaked when he hoisted her up. He kept her shoulders pressed against the tiles and pulled her leg until she took the hint and wrapped both legs around his hips so she was sitting on his torso.

"Evan…" She muttered his name against his lips and he seemed to swallow up her moans with deep kisses and a smirk that spread across his face. "You've got to go to work soon."

(Y/n) didn't know what time it was, but she knew it would be around about the time for Evan to get changed and head out on shift.

"Hm. Think you can last without me tonight?" His voice was deeper than before and each drop of water that fell from his lashes mesmerised (Y/n).

"I don't have a choice." She mumbled back and stole another kiss from his lips.

She didn't like him working nights, she couldn't sleep without Evan in bed with her and she didn't like being home alone in the apartment. But she wouldn't be alone today, at least. She would be spending the day with Athena and since Athena wasn't on shift today or tomorrow, they would most likely spend the evening together catching up. (Y/n) could occupy herself until Evan came home from work tomorrow afternoon.

"Let's go get ready then." Evan pecked her lips and kept one arm bound around her lower waist to keep her on his hips while he reached out and turned the shower off.

As much as he wanted to stay here all morning, they both had to get ready. And he couldn't stand the shower being that lukewarm any longer.

He walked out the shower and carefully let (Y/n) unhook her legs from his hips and stand back on her own two feet. But his arm stayed bound around her waist and his lips faltered into a frown when he watched (Y/n) sway and dig her nails into his shoulders.

"Babe?"

"Queasy… don't think I'll be eating anything when we go out today." (Y/n) forced herself to smile and swiped the droplets of water from her eyes and nose.

She felt like her stomach was weighing heavy and starting to cramp, but she dind't really feel sick which was a good thing. (Y/n) didn't want to cancel today if she was sick.

"Promise to take it easy today, just come home if you don't feel good." Evan dried off and reached for the pile of clothes he'd brought into the bathroom with him while he watched his wife. He didn't like the way she leant her back up against the wall to keep her posture and balance as she started to get changed. And Evan could see the discomfort hiding behind her eyes.

"Promise."

"Good. Do you want a lift down to your dads?" Evan knew Bobby would already be at the station by now, but he was happy to swing by and drop (Y/n) off at Athena and Bobby's house on his way to work. It would save (Y/n) driving down there herself and leaving her car there to go out in Athena's car.

When she nodded, Evan leaned over and pecked her temple while he dried his hair with the towel. "Alright, let's get ready then, sexy."

***

"What about this one?"

Turning her head to the right, (Y/n) looked across at Athena and pursed her lips, shaking her head. She didn't like that shirt, it wouldn't suit either of them.

Athena nodded and placed it back on the rack, scouring through for another top that she could wear to the station party next week.

(Y/n) held her breath for a few seconds and tried to see if it would clear the building headache behind her eyes. This shop needed some aircon, the room place felt like it was on fire. (Y/n) looked up at the ceiling and tried to see if she was stood beneath a heating vent, but she couldn't see one. Why was it so warm and stuffy in here?

Her hand moved to the collar of her top and she pulled it down to try and see if it would make her feel any better, but it didn't help.

She was on fire. She was starting to sweat and her stomach was beginning to cramp until (Y/n) was finding it hard to stay stood upright.

Her hand moved to her hip and she dug her nails deeply through her leggings and into her flesh until she was sure she was going to draw blood. The tension and sharp scratch drew (Y/n)'s mind away from the dull cramps in her stomach that made her wonder if she was coming on her period or if she was getting some kind of stomach infection.

Either way, she was now starting to feel sick. They needed to go find a store with aircon and maybe get a drink and see if that would settle (Y/n)'s system down a bit. Her free hand reached out for the rack of jackets in front of her and she leaned into them and let the metal rail hold up her weight.

"Why don't we look for some shoes, we both need a few new pairs." (Y/n) swiped her hand against her forehead and cleared away a sheen of sweat while she tried to plaster a smile on her face.

When Athena nodded, (Y/n) felt grateful and relieved and she reached out for her. She let go of the rail and curled her left arm through Athena's elbow, tucking up into her side as her right hand punctured into the strap of her bag on her shoulder.

"I think we've earned ourselves a drink first."

"God yes, and some fresh air." (Y/n) waved her hand in front of her face to try and create some sort of breeze as they headed down the stairs.

She leaned her head on Athena's shoulder and let a little of her weight drop on Athena.

God, she hoped a drink would sort out her system and make her feel better. All (Y/n) wanted was to spend some time with her family and enjoy herself. She didn't want to come down with something and have to go home early and alone. Or have to drag Athena back home with her and turn into a movie night rather than a day out.

They had been out for a few hours though. The pair had gone to a cafe for some drinks before they came to the shopping centre and they had been here for a while already.

Bobby had texted them both and told them to have fun and enjoy themselves and Evan was praying for his shift to go quickly. Because Eddie and invited Evan and (Y/n) to join him and Chris at the cinema tomorrow afternoon and then go round to Eddie's place for a games night.

The last thing (Y/n) wanted was have to go home now and cancel their plans for tomorrow.

"Didn't you want to find a new watch for Buck?" Athena leaned her cheek on top of (Y/n)'s head as they finally exited the shop and went back into the main floor of the shopping centre.

The breeze swirled around them and made (Y/n) feel like she was suddenly getting a high and had become lightheaded. But the fresh air out here wasn't as cold or as refreshing as (Y/n) wanted it to be. She could still feel heat crawling up the back of her neck and licking at her skin like she was being cooked over a fire.

"Yeah, surprise surprise he broke the last one, again." (Y/n) had taken to getting Evan a new watch every now and then and she always got a guarantee on them.

Her husband was clumsy. He would fall or trip or bash about and he had forgotten to take his watch off a few times while at work and broke the links. This time he had caught his wrist in the jeep door and luckily, his watch saved him from a broken wrist but the glass on the face had smashed.

He needed another one.

"What does that boy do with them?" Athena ticked her head to the side and pointed ahead of them at a jewellery shop. They could find Evan a new watch after they had a drink. (Y/n) knew what type Evan liked and how many links he needed so it wasn't too tight or too loose.

"God knows," (Y/n) muttered back but she was relieved to head over to the food court. She wasn't too pleased at how busy it looked, though. Crowds and (Y/n) didn't work together very well.

"Okay, you find a table and I'll go order. What would you like?"

"Anything with ice please." (Y/n) didn't care what drink she had as long as she had something cold, preferably with a full cup of ice cubes tossed in. She needed to cool down before she combusted.

She felt Athena's hand on her back and a kiss against the back of her hair before they parted in different directions.

(Y/n) glanced around but it was like she was seeing her surroundings but not fully taking them in. She needed to find an empty table but her mind wasn't focusing. All she could see were gleaming white tables and a range of lime green and brick red plastic chairs dotted all around her. It looked like she was walking through hundreds of sets of traffic lights.

Finally, a table on the left corner of the food court looked to be empty and (Y/n) made a stumbling beeline towards it. She slung her bag down to the floor and dropped her weight down into a red chair that scraped horribly against the polished floor when she went to sit down.

She folded her arms on the small circular table and leaned her chin on her arm, trying to find something to focus on and look at.

There was a small wooden fence around the perimeter of the food court with lots of multicoloured, fake flowers and green vines and tissue leaves dotted around. It looked lovely, but the colours were starting to blur together in (Y/n)'s eyes as if the shopping centre was a canvas and someone had thrown a bucket of water across the paint.

"Here you go honey- are you okay?"

(Y/n) pushed herself to sit up straight and lean back in her chair when Athena came back over with a drink in each hand.

"Hm, just a bit flushed. Thanks," She took the glass of lemonade she was handed and relished in the condensation clinging to her palm and coating her fingers. Ice. Just what she needed to cool her system down and try to perk herself back up again.

Last time she felt like this while she was out, a drink and something to eat had done the trick and made (Y/n) feel better.

(Y/n) took a sip of her drink, listening to the way the ice clinked together, but she quickly set the glass down when she felt her hands beginning to shake.

She moved both her hands to her stomach and bound her arms around her abdomen, trying to take deep, calming breaths to make the sudden horrid feeling go away. Whatever Athena started to say went in one ear and out the other. (Y/n) couldn't hear her anymore. She couldn't hear anything.

The sound of the other conversations surrounding them, the clicking of heels on polished tiled floor, the various automatic doors opening and closing. The rustling of bags clashing and banging together. None of it got through over the static building up in (Y/n)'s ears. She couldn't hear any of it.

When her eyes started to blur and she couldn't see Athena properly anymore, (Y/n) tried to say her name. She tried to call out and override the panic building up in her system but all that came out was a quiet, mumbling groan.

Her shoulders slumped and her body fell forwards, crashing into the table with such a loud thud that it stopped every passing conversation nearby.

Her arms stayed bound around her waist and when her weight shifted to the right, (Y/n) couldn't stop herself from falling off her chair. She didn't feel anything when her body collided with the floor and her legs got tangled between the table and the chair she had previously been sitting on. The way her head bashed into the floor seemed to flick a switch in (Y/n)'s brain and it kickstarted her hearing and shocked her body back into action.

She stayed slumped on the floor, but she could finally hear what Athena was starting to say and she could control herself enough to whimper and press her burning forehead into the freezing cold floor.

"(Y/n)? Honey, honey are you with me?" Athena crashed down to her knees and reached her hands out to carefully hold (Y/n)'s neck and tilt her head back so she could see her.

The girl she classed as her daughter didn't look good. Her eyes couldn't open properly and Athena could see her pupils rolling towards the back of her head. Sweat flushed her exposed skin and the heat was coming off of her in waves. A light tremble had set across her system, shaking her arms against her stomach and causing her legs to jitter against the floor as she writhed and tried to move.

"Shh, stay still, let me look at you." She pressed the back of her hand against (Y/n)'s temple. She had a fever. When her fingertips pushed down over (Y/n)'s pulse, she could feel each thundering beat of her heart that was going way too fast to be considered normal range. "Can you tell me what hurts, honey?"

She brushed her thumb across (Y/n)'s cheek and tried to smile at her while her other hand fumbled in her back pocket for her phone.

When Athena lifted her head, she could feel her upper lip curling in distaste. People were starting to crowd and gather round, some were even taking their phones out and snapping pictures, but none of them were helping. Her daughter was clearly in agony and distress and all these onlookers thought it was okay to watch and gawp without giving any sort of assistance.

"You." She pointed at a woman close by who was staring and holding both hands to her chest. "Go find security and get a first-aider down here, now. Everyone else, I want you to step back and evacuate this food court. All of you, out now."

The woman in question grabbed her handbag and bolted to find the nearest person who worked here. This was a large shopping centre with two floors and thousands of square foot to cover. There would be a lot of security on each floor and they would have selected first aid workers and probably their own medics on standby for this sort of emergency.

And Athena didn't want everyone crowding round and watching her daughter while she was in distress like this, it wasn't fair. They could all leave and make room for when help arrived and stop overpowering the scene.

(Y/n) uncurled a trembling arm from her waist and flapped her hand out until she managed to grab Athena's wrist. She coiled her arm close to her chest and groaned before she started to gag. She was going to be sick.

"Alright, into the recovery position you go, honey."

(Y/n) let herself go limp and her eyes closed when Athena held her leg and her shoulders and carefully rolled her over onto her left side. She straightened (Y/n)'s legs out for her and tilted her head forward. (Y/n) could feel Athena's knees pushing into her back and her hand stayed on the back of her neck for support just as (Y/n) threw up.

"There we go," She rubbed her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm for a few seconds, and when (Y/n) finished, Athena scrolled through her phone.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"This is seargent Athena Grant, I need paramedics to the lower level food court in the West Side shopping centre. My daughter's collapsed, she's feverish, barely conscious and she's throwing up."

"Paramedics are two minutes away and being redirected to you. What's her name?"

"(Y/n) Buckley." Reaching down, Athena started to smooth her hand up and down (Y/n)'s arm again to keep her calm and try to comfort her. But when she tilted her head down, her lips pressed together tightly and her breath got caught in her lungs. "She's starting to bleed."

Athena could see a patch of blood smeared into the back of (Y/n)'s leggings and around her inner thighs. It wasn't much or drastic, but even a small drop of blood was a bad indicator and signified that this was more than some sort of stomach bug or a sickness fever.

"E-Evan… dad," (Y/n) kept her left arm bolted tight around her lower abdomen that felt like it was on fire. But her right hand clutched onto Athena's wrist and held so tightly Athena had no choice but to lean her chest over (Y/n)'s back and arm.

"I'll call them when we get you to the hospital, honey. I promise, I'll get them to meet us there." She wasn't calling either of the boys until she knew what was wrong with (Y/n) and had spoken to a doctor first. Then she could tell them to get down to the hospital without frightening them. She had to have some answers first.

It didn't take long for the paramedics to reach them. By then, most of the onlookers and crowds were hovering just outside the fence of the food court.

(Y/n) let Athena ease her onto her back again, ready for the medics to assess and move her. And she kept one arm pressing into her waist while her other hand stayed tightly clutching Athena so she knew she was still here with her.

"It's alright, help is here now."

***

"Athena! W-what's happened, where is she?"

Evan couldn't catch his breath properly as he and Bobby weaved down the corridor until they found Athena.

They had only just got back off a three-hour call when Bobby went into his office and realised he had half a dozen missed calls from his wife. She couldn't tell him what was wrong. All she knew was that (Y/n) had collapsed and was now in the emergency room getting tests done.

As soon as it registered in Bobby's mind, he ran into action. He found Hen and told her she was in charge for the remainder of the shift and grabbed Evan, telling him they had a personal emergency and needed to go.

Evan glanced his eyes around the corridor but he could feel his heart jumping up into his throat. They weren't in the emergency room anymore. The receptionist had told them to go down this corridor and follow the signs for X-ray and they would find (Y/n) and Athena halfway down the corridor. But there were no cubicles or rooms here.

They were in a seemingly abandoned corridor with the X-ray department at the end of the hall and two other halls leading to the operating theatre and one leading to the MRI unit.

Where was (Y/n)?

Evan's heart thundered against his ribs when Athena pressed her hand into his chest to stop him from wandering off or going on a rampage to find his wife.

He could see she was close to crying. She had been swirling her ring around her finger which was a worry sign for her and the way she bit her lip and looked up at Evan was another bad sign. Usually he was used to his mother in law frowning at him or telling him off for doing something reckless. She never usually had a reason to be calm and gentle with him.

"She's gone into surgery." Athena looked up at Bobby as his face fell and his shoulders dropped down.

Why was his daughter in surgery? What had happened today while the boys had been at work?

"Surgery? Why?"

Athena didn't know what was wrong when she called them, all she knew was (Y/n) had had bloods taken, been put on a drip and was having scans to see what the cause of her pain was. How had things gone from that to surgery in less than an hour?

"Sit down."

Shudders jumped along Evan's back and he slumped himself down into one of the plastic chairs. This couldn't be anything good.

He watched Athena sit in between him and bobby so she was close to both of them, but Evan hated how she reached across and took hold of his hand. She was trying to comfort him and he didn't like it. Why did he need to be soothed and calmed down like this? What was she going to tell him?

"They did bloods and an ultrasound… (Y/n) was pregnant, but she's had a miscarriage."

Athena pursed her lips and tightened her hold on Evan's hand when his face fell completely.

That wasn't right. Evan would have known. (Y/n) would have told him if she was pregnant or if she suspected she was. She wouldn't leave him in the dark and not tell him. He should have stayed home this morning. He should have made (Y/n) stay home with him too and looked after her and checked if she was okay. He should have examined her better and made her see a doctor earlier.

"She didn't know, and… it didn't come away properly, she got an infection. They had to take her to surgery to remove the tissue and she will be on antibiotics so she won't develop sepsis. As soon as she's out of surgery, the doctor will come and get us and you can both go and see her."

When Evan stood up, both Athena and Bobby worried that he was going to try and bolt down to the operating room and find (Y/n) for himself. Or that he was about to turn and leave, too overwhelmed by this information to sit around and let it sink in.

Neither of them were expecting him to lash out and smash his fist into the wall with enough force to break the plaster and leave a crumbling indent.

When he did it again, hard enough to split his knuckles and splatter blood across the plaster, Bobby rose to his feet and wrapped his arms around Evan. He reeled his son back into his chest but he took a step back when Evan turned and deadlocked him in a hug.

Evan held Bobby like the world was about to crash and burn around them and he didn't know what he was meant to do.

"It's okay."

But it wasn't. How was any of this okay?

***

"Do you still feel sick?" Evan pushed the bathroom door aside and crouched down behind (Y/n) with his hands clasped together between his knees and his lips pressed into a thin line.

He didn't like seeing his wife knelt on the floor in front of the toilet, unsure if she was going to be sick or not.

He knew the antibiotics the doctors had given her weren't agreeing with her. They were doing the job clearing up her infection and preventing it from spreading or from her body developing sepsis. But the tablets were making (Y/n) feel sick and dizzy and giving her hot flushes.

"Hm. Haven't thrown up yet though."

Small mercies.

(Y/n) pressed her hands down on the rim of the toilet and tried to push herself up but all she wanted to do was lay down and curl up so she could sleep.

"Good. Come here baby." Evan cupped his hands over her hips and stood behind her, gently turning her around until she was facing him and he smiled softly when (Y/n) leaned forward. She tipped her forehead down into his chest and gripped his biceps tightly to keep herself upright.

"You don't have to carry me, you know."

(Y/n) didn't want to rely on Evan like this. She didn't want him to have to help her up and down the stairs and do the cooking when they usually shared the jobs around the apartment. She didn't like relying on him like this.

"I want to. You're not well, so I'm gonna take care of you."

(Y/n) let herself go limp so Evan could move her easily. He cupped her wrists and lifted her arms to curl them around his neck. Then his hand moved down to hold her chin and let her chin rest on his shoulder as he leaned down to be level with her.

His hands cupped the back of her thighs and he lifted her up with ease, securing her legs around his torso so she was sitting on his hips. He kept one arm around her bum and his other hand cupped the back of her neck as he leaned to smother his lips against her temple.

It wasn't as if (Y/n) was asking or forcing Evan to look after her. He wanted to. He wanted to do whatever he could to look after his wife and nothing she could say would change his mind on this.

He headed out the bathroom and walked slowly towards the living room where they had been laid all morning. For the last two days since he brought (Y/n) home, they had been cooped up in bed. But Evan thought it was better to stay downstairs now so (Y/n) was closer to the bathroom if she felt sick and be near the kitchen for drinks and food.

And he knew Bobby and Athena and probably Maddie would be popping round in the next few days. They had all agreed to give the couple a few days alone together and Evan told them he was fine looking after (Y/n) on his own. But he knew they would want to see (Y/n) now and check she was okay and on the mend.

When he reached the sofa, Evan dug his hand into (Y/n)'s thigh and kept her secured on his hips so he could turn around and ease down onto the sofa with (Y/n) on his lap.

He slouched down and propped his feet up on the coffee table, loosening his arms enough so (Y/n) could move around and get comfy. She shimmied so she was sat on his lap, her legs stretched out across the other side of the sofa and her head tucked back into his chest. He could feel her breaths fanning through his shirt while her arms stayed curled around his neck and he just knew she had her eyes closed.

With his right arm curled around (Y/n)'s waist, Evan tilted his head to the side and moved his other hand to her shirt.

He liked the fact that (Y/n) was living in his clothes since they came home. She was wearing his loungewear shorts and plain grey shirt that slipped off her shoulders.

"Can I?" He murmured softly and when (Y/n) nodded, Evan rolled her shirt up and feathered his fingers across her stitches.

She had two small incisions in her abdomen with three stitches on each to keep them together. In two weeks, the stitches should dissolve naturally, but Evan wanted to make sure they weren't coming loose or becoming infected.

"They don't hurt, do they? You don't feel too bad?"

"I'm okay." (Y/n) feathered her fingers up and down the back of Evan's neck, but she felt the way he tensed. And the way he sighed as he kissed her temple told her he either didn't believe her or wasn't happy.

"You had surgery, that doesn't class as being okay." Evan kept his lips against her temple as he pulled his hand away from her stomach to cradle the side of her face. "I could have lost you."

He let his body slouch down and tipped his head forward until his nose was buried in her hair and his lips were merged against her temple.

If (Y/n) didn't collapse when she did, if her infection went unnoticed for a while longer, they wouldn't be sitting here. Evan might still be sat in the hospital holding her hand and praying she would pull through. She could of gotten sepsis from that infection and she could of been seriously ill or even dead by now. And Evan had no idea.

He had no idea she was that ill or that she was pregnant or had lost a baby she had no idea about.

Evan didn't like it. He wanted a sign. He wanted to know if he had missed the signs, if he should of been looking out for signs to tell him his wife wasn't well. He should of looked after her better so she wouldn't have needed surgery in the first place.

"But I'm here, Evan… just without a baby, this time." (Y/n) moved her hand from his neck to cup the side of his face and drag her thumb along his jaw. She pushed up from his chest and pressed a slow, tender kiss against his freshly shaved cheek as he tensed beneath her. "I'm s-"

"If you're about to apologise, we're gonna fall out." Evan tightened both his arms around (Y/n)'s middle and pulled her tighter into his chest until it felt like she was about to suffocate him.

He didn't want her apologising. Not when she hadn't done anything wrong. (Y/n) couldn't help getting sick, she couldn't help miscarrying or the fact that she didn't know she was pregnant and Evan would fall out with her if she tried to apologise to him or anyone else for something that wasn't her fault.

"Just wish I knew, you know? I might of gone to a doctor if I knew, I wouldn't of caused such a scene-"

"Baby, you didn't cause a scene, you were ill. I don't want you saying sorry or thinking like that. This shit just happens, but it's not happening again. I won't let it. If you're pregnant again, we'll know and it will go smoothly."

Evan was taken by surprise when (Y/n)'s hand moved to his jaw and she tilted his head in her direction so she could steal his lips in a kiss.

The touch was sudden but welcomed and inviting and Evan pulled her lower lip between his teeth and drank her in. He panted against her lips until he was seeing stars and the noise from the tv turned into nothing but background static.

And when (Y/n) pulled back to try and gasp for air, Evan cupped her wrist and moved her hand up from his jaw to loop it around the back of his neck again. (Y/n) scratched her nails against the short hairs at the back of his neck until Evan was clenching his jaw and leaning into her so there was no space between them. And his lips found hers, stealing them away.

(Y/n) could feel herself going lightheaded again, especially when Evan seemed to draw all the air out of her lungs and gulp it down for himself. His warm lips smothered hers and bit her lower lip until he was going to leave a bruise in his wake, but (Y/n) didn't care.

All she wanted was to stay wrapped up in Evan's arms. Forever.

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spidernuggets · 23 days

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Reader being Jason's girlfriend, who doesn't know about their double life, casually blurting out that she was never a fan of Batman and Robin or that she prefers Superman and the whole family is offended. 😭

love your writing, btw<3

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Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

"No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure."

"Ah, Ms. Y/n, pleasure to see you," Alfred opens the door to see you patiently waiting with a smile.

"Hey, Alfie! Is Jay home? He asked me to hang out with him today."

"He's in the living room with the rest of the family. Come in, come in," he steos to the side, giving you to room to enter.

"Oh, yeah!" You exclaimed, reaching into your bag. "I did that cookie recipe you gave me! They're not as good as yours, but they're sure better than the cookies I've made before. D'you mind taste testing for me?" You ask, handing over a tupperware full of cookies.

"I thank you for the charming remark, Ms. Y/n. I'm sure your cookies are as excellent." He says, taking a bite from a cookie.

"Nah, now you're just being too modest, Alfie," you laugh as he does too.

"Well, this is a marvellous improvement, Ms. Y/n," Alfred says, happily taking another one. "Come on now, let's go join the others."

The two of you walk towards the living room and see everyone there.

"Y/n!!" Stephanie shouts, running over to you, embracing you in a tight hug. "Ugh, it felt like forever since I've seen you! How are you 'nd Jason? Is he being an asshole like always?" She snickers.

You laugh, and before you can reply, Jason is already pushing Stephanie out of the way.

"Don't answer that, N/n. Steph, go away," he grumbles, soon putting on a smile once he stands right in front of you. "Hey, mama," he muttered, pulling you in by the waist, placing a kiss on your forhead.

You giggled at the contact. "Hey, Jay," you kissed his chin. "Hi, Bruce!" You look over Jason's shoulder, wavung to Bruce, who was sat on the armchair, looking through the newspaper.

"Y/n, always a pleasure," he says before going back to reading.

Jason takes your hand and guides you to the couch, making you sit on his lap. "Sorry I couldn't go out for our date today, sugar. Someone wouldn't let me leave," he emphasised, glaring at Bruce.

"It's scarce that everyone is here at once, Master Jason. It's a good opportunity for bonding." Alfred says behind him.

You kiss his cheek, which makes his heart race. "It's okay, Jay. It's nice hangin' out with you and your family."

"Yeah, kick his ass!" Steph shouts at the TV.

Last night's news was playing, showing footage of Batman and Robin, and their alliances, taking out some of Gotham's frequent villains and criminals.

"Do you guys always watch the news?" You asked, curious that they aren't watching something more entertaining.

You didn't notice it, but the whole family seemed to hesitate by your question.

"The news is a suitable way of keeping us informed of Gotham's latest activities. Just in case there are needs of safety plans for us," Damian says, sitting on the chair beside you, petting Titus.

"Plus, it's good to see Batman and Robin in action. Just in case there's anything they need to improve on." Bruce mutters that last statement, sending a sharo glare towards Damian, who, last night, didn't follow direct orders and backfired a section of the mission.

Damian ignored this statement and kept focusing on Titus.

You rested your head on Jason's shoulder. "Mm. I was never really a fan of Batman and Robin."

The whole room freezes, leaving the news to continue playing, and all heads turn towards you. The sudden attention had you tensed up.

"What?" You quietly ask.

"Batman and Robin are always keeping the streets clear of crime. How can you not like them?" Damian asks with a scowl on his face.

"I don't don't like them. They just don't pique my interest." You shrugged.

"Well what about their alliances," Tim asked. "Red Robin? Spoiler? Orphan? Red Hood?"

The questioning about Red Hood had Jason's full attention on you now.

"I dunno, I guess I prefer Red Hood. He's pretty cool," your unsure opinion had Jason mentally punching the air in victory.

"But.. to be honest, I kinda like Superman over all the superheroes," you smiled.

It was the calm before the storm. You didn't think a little opinion could've caused such a ruckus.

Even Bruce looked away from the newspaper annoyed.

"Why Superman? He's only so great because he has superpowers. Batman has no superpowers and can still put so many behind bars!" Bruce exclaimed.

Subtle. Jason thought.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know that you guys like these superheroes so much!" You said, almost scared that you somehow offended the family.

Jason then kisses your temple. "No, no, you're right, babe. Superman tops Batman for sure," Jason says, narrowing his eyes and sending a snarky grin towards Bruce, which, in response, he rolls his eyes and backs away from the conversation, going back to his newspaper.

"Did I say something wrong?" You quietly ask Jason as the other begin yelling at each other about which Batman ally is better.

Jason smiles, caressing your soft face with his rougher, calloused thumb. "Nah, don't worry, sweet thing. They're just mega Batman fans."

"What about you? Who's your fave?" You ask.

"Red Hood, hands down." He immediately replies.

You nod, thinking for a moment. "Okay. I wanna see more of Red Hood then. He'll be my favourite too." You say.

Jason thinks his heart just exploded. He shifts his right arms under your legs, his other supporting your back as he lifts you up, followed by a yelp coming from you.

"Get ready, babe. You're about to absolutely love Red Hood," he says, carrying you to his room, ready to go on a 5 hour lecture about Red Hood and why he's Gotham's greatest hero.

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highladyandromeda · 1 month

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Shadows of the Heart

Prologue

Azriel x Reader

Summary: After years apart, Y/n returns to Velaris, bearing the weight of sacrifice and secrets from her past. Reunited with Rhysand and his Inner Circle, she navigates the complexities of rekindled friendships and unresolved tensions.

Y/n’s powers are inspired by Scarlet Witch from Marvel. She is a sorceress living in Vallahan, with her family hailing from the night court.

Word count: 1k-ish

Warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, but nothing particularly graphic

Azriel stood off to the side, quietly observing the cozy scene in the House of Wind's living room. There was Feyre, nestled comfortably on Rhys's lap, her giggles echoing softly as she leaned in to catch his whispered words. In the corner, Amren made an art out of lounging, a smirk playing on her lips as she peered over her wine glass. Cassian had wrapped an arm around Nesta, her head bent together with Gwen and Emerie, engrossed in a lively discussion about their latest read. The ambient buzz of conversation, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses filled with Rhys's impressive wine, created a backdrop of contented harmony.

Azriel tried his best to shove aside the twinge of jealousy that crept up on him, watching his brothers and their bliss. He didn't want to feel like just an onlooker, basking in the warmth of their happiness, yet here he was. His mind wandered to Elain, who had opted for an early night. Would her presence have allowed him to drift away from this feeling, to find solace in her gentle smiles and tender gazes? It seemed chasing fae after fae with hearts as bright as the sun was his lot in life. Yearning for a sliver of light in his shadowed existence, a beacon like Elain, or Mor, someone to take him out—that's when he noticed it—his shadows, usually so still, began to stir anxiously around him.

In danger, in danger, they whispered, urgency threading through their murmurs.

In pain. Falling, falling, the ones closest murmured, their voices escalating into a desperate shout.

Springing to his feet, Azriel scanned the room, brushing off the puzzled glances thrown his way. Then, a sharp thud echoed, quickly followed by a cry that cut through the relaxed chatter. In a heartbeat, he was dashing towards the balcony, with Rhys and Cassian hot on his heels, all three propelled by the sudden urgency to uncover the source of the disturbance that had just intruded upon their peaceful evening.

Bursting through the balcony doors, Azriel was met with a scene that defied all expectations. Chaotic runes smeared across the floor in hasty, overlapping strokes forming an intricate magical circle. At its heart lay two figures: a faerie kneeling, her skin so pale it shimmered with almost ethereal light, ebony locks sprawling untidily about her. Her eyes, aglow with an intense crimson, matching the runes surrounding her, pierced through the night. Dark stains marred her robes—wounds, he realized, still seeping blood from her arm and leg. She cradled Mor’s head in her lap, their gazes locking in a moment so profound, that Azriel felt the world around him come to a standstill. He swore he felt his heart stutter, a memory long forgotten trying to urge its way out. Mor, his attention snapped to, was equally pale, her lips tinged a sickly shade of blue.

“What did you do to–” Just as Azriel began, he saw the female look behind him, exclaiming, “Rhys!

“Y/n?” Rhys ran to her, his hands frantic, unsure of whether to hold her or lean for Mor.

“Rhys” She began again, her breaths coming out in spurts. She grabbed his hand as he leaned down to hold her, “Poison…she’s been poisoned, needs tonic–”

Barely finishing her sentence, her eyes rolled back and she collapsed, Rhys’s hands halting her from hitting the floor.

“Call for Madja” Rhy yelled. “Mor’s been poisoned and perhaps Y/n as well.”

Before Azriel could react, Cassian stepped up, carefully lifting Mor, while Rhys carried Y/n, both moving swiftly back into the sanctuary of the house.

They found a bedroom with two twin beds, laying one on each.

Madja, a whirlwind of expertise, raced around both, focusing her skills on stabilizing Mor's precarious state. Meanwhile, Rhys was tasked with a grim duty, pressing down on Y/n's wounds, which despite the salves and a plethora of cloths, continued bleeding relentlessly.

"It's the runes," Amren interjected, her voice slicing through the turmoil like a blade. All eyes, save for Madja's, who momentarily lessened the fervor of her tonic mixing, turned to her.

"She utilized ancient magic," Amren stated, her declaration hanging in the air, dense with implications, yet devoid of further explanation, prompting Rhys to press for clarity.

"And that means?"

The urgency lacing Rhys's voice caught Azriel off-guard. Who was this female, who seemed so familiar and why was she so important to Rhys? He felt a spark of anger at the way Rhys held her, despite knowing Rhys's heart belonged to Feyre.

"It means she offered her blood as a sacrifice. Likely to transport herself and Mor here. Inspect Mor for runes," Amren directed without pause.

Before Amren's words could fully settle, Madja cut through the sleeves of Mor’s dress, revealing an arm ensnared by crimson runes, mirroring those that marred the balcony.

It was then that Azriel's senses sharpened, recognizing the scent that pervaded the air—a metallic tang he had initially overlooked in the chaos. Blood. Those runes, those symbols, all wrought from blood. Recollections of the massive circles they had traversed to enter this scene played back in his mind, causing his stomach to churn. It was reflected in Feyre's gasp as she rushed to aid Y/n, while Rhys was overtaken by a wave of nausea.

The room, already tense with fear and uncertainty, was engulfed in a silent horror as Madja's voice, though trembling, broke through the silence. "She's correct. The blood serves as an anchor for Morrigan's soul. The runes must bind Morrigan to..."

"Y/n's," Rhys provided, his voice steady in the thick silence.

"Yes, to Y/n's very essence," Madja concluded. "This means Y/n will continue to suffer, to bleed, until Morrigan shows signs of recovery. In exchange.”

A heavy silence settled over them, punctuated only by the rhythmic thud of Madja grinding her herbs, as the gravity of their situation unfolded.

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Author's note: Hi everyone! I’ve been a lurker in the acotar fandom for ages, this is my first time writing, so do let me know what you think. I'm not totally sure how far I want to take this series, but I do have longer chapters planned ahead.

#azriel au #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x y/n #acotar series #acotar #acomaf #acowar #azriel x oc #rhysand #morrigan #acotar fanfiction #azriel acotar

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arachnoia · 9 months

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fan favorite | miguel o'hara

in which your little side hobby is being a cam girl, except things get messy when you’re your boss’s fan favorite

pairing- miguel o’hara x fem! reader

tags- nsfw, masterbating, size kink?, afab reader, idk how to make tags ! (perspective also changes from reader and miguel !)

———

“Ohh…Fuck I’m close,” You muttered, playing with your clit as you fingered it more and massaged your tits to the camera.

“Papí, please~” You bit your lip, moaning as much as you could satisfy your viewers. You glanced at the chat and flashed a quick smirk while adjusting your mask that only covered your eyes and nose bridge.

¡M2099 te envio 500 dólares! — “Eres tan bélla, mi hermosa”

You pushed your breasts together and stared at the camera seductively, biting your lip grabbing the nearest sex toy, and teasing your clit with it. “Mmmm fuck…”

Miguel bit his lip as he leaned back in his chair, extending the window to the live stream. He was in his office back in HQ trying to finish some work until he got the notification that you were streaming so he jumped on.

After a random night of feeling sex-deprived, he started searching for different things to jerk of to. Then he found you and he can’t help it. He’s addicted.

He’s addicted to the way you moan ever so breathlessly.

He’s addicted to the way you mutter sweet nothings quietly while almost reaching your high.

He’s even addicted to the way you stare at the camera as if you’re actually staring right at him, begging him to stuff his fat, fucking, hard cock down your tight little pussy. And don’t even get him started on the little spider tattoo you have on the right side of your ribcage.

He liked to think that you got it in honor of Spiderman because he’s Spiderman. The thought of that alone made him want to cum already.

He looked at your arched position and closed in on your soaked pussy, all swollen and red due to you abusing your clit in pleasure.

“Oh fuck, mami…” He started to pump his cock with the same speed you were flicking your clit, almost moaning in unison.

How he would love to have your pretty pink lips around his cock, sucking like your life depended on it.

How he would even live to bend you over and fuck you like the little slut you are for him, marveling over your plump ass.

How he would love to have your tiny hands scratching down his back for balance as he fucks you, small and breathlessly whimpering below him.

Just as he was going to cum, you let out an almost pornographic moan and licked your fingers clean as you winked at the camera.

“I’ll see you next time, hermosos. Besos~!”

He stared at you in awe as you shut off the live stream, still fantasizing about you.

It happened too quick and he was sent back to reality once the office was quiet. He looked down and frowned.

He was still hard.

———

Once you switched off the camera and made sure it was off, you groaned in annoyance, “So fucking annoying.”

You took down the backdrop from your living room, adjusted the curtains and laid down on your bed. You glanced at your watch and Spider suit hanging from your closet and covered your eyes. You felt kind of grateful that the apartment complex allowed you to make the walls soundproof. Ever since moving to Earth -928 and refusing to work for a huge corporation, you have needed the money. You went over to shower and put on some sweats.

You threw yourself on your mattress and grabbed your favorite plush. You started turning on your computer to watch your favorite show, feeling like you were finally alone in your thoughts.

That is until your watch started beeping.

You grabbed your blanket and frantically put your hair in a low ponytail, grabbing your watch to see what happened.

Lyla popped out and waved, “Hi Y/N!”

You couldn’t help but frown at her presence. She’s great but now was obviously not the time to call, “Yes, Lyla?”

“Miguel wanted me to remind you that you’re going to be with Jess and Hobie tomorrow. And don’t be late! Anyways bye!”

You nervously waved, “Bye..?”

You rolled your eyes. Of course, Miguel would bother you this late at night to bitch at you. It was annoying and you honestly didn’t care what he was going to tell you. You were going to try to be early.

———

“Y/L/N! You’re late!”

You winced at Miguel’s stern voice. You woke up late by accident and tried to sneak into his office where you were met with Hobie and Jessica who waved at you.

“Hi, Miguel!” You chirped, waving cheerfully. You wanted to die.

“Morning, Y/N,” Jess smiled.

You went over to her and hugged her gently, “How are they?”

“Well they kicked so far and-“

“Can you not? We have a mission to go on.”

You frowned at Miguel who sneered at you. In all honesty, he’s good-looking and you’d definitely fuck if he gave you the chance. You can see why some girls would like him, but that doesn’t stop him from being a dick.

He always would target you due to your carefree demeanor in contrast to his strict composure.

“Who spat on his breakfast?” Hobie frowned. He sat on top of a huge metal piece that was scattered throughout the space and was playing with a nearby cord.

“I expect every single one of you to follow my lead. Especially a certain someone, Y/L/N.” He narrowed his eyes toward you, which made you glare back.

Again, if he didn’t target you, you’d wanna fuck.

———

“What the fuck?”

You could see why you needed exactly four to handle the anomaly.

As everyone started to attack the anomaly, you started to swing at him full force, using some of your previous fighting experience to knock him down. It wasn’t until it hit back, throwing you across and heading your direction, and threw a sharp piece of metal, cutting the side of your ribcage. You yelled out in pain before you could even start attacking more.

“I fucking hate this,” you groaned and ripped the hole in your suit bigger, exposing your bloodied side a bit more by an inch to let the cut air out.

You felt bad just staying there until Hobie and Miguel apprehended the anomaly while Jess put it in a force shield.

“So incompetent…” Miguel rolled his eyes as he looked at you, “Can I? Or are you going to be a little bitch and-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

You glared at him, who smiled smugly. He was a cocky piece of shit sometimes.

He studied your injured figure, furrowing his eyebrows and squinting at your side to look at it further. He looked like the personification of confusion due to the look on his face.

“Go ahead, O’Hara,” you laid on your other side for him to see.

“Okay…” His usually stern voice had a bit of a crack and you felt like laughing a bit before he cleared his throat, “Lyla, scan her.”

Lyla popped out as her usually cheery self, “Hi Miguel! Hi Y/N! Ooo that does not look good-“

“Lyla.”

“Mkay!”

She let the orange-yellow holographic screen go through you, showing your results in a small screen. “Okay. Considering you just got off a mission, your heart rate is a bit high but get that cut checked.”

“Yeah, sure sure- SHIT!”

You felt completely off guard when you felt Miguel carry you. “It’s not like I could have you fail to walk too. Pendeja.”

Lyla giggled and smiled, “So-”

“Bye, Lyla.”

She rolled her eyes and saluted, disappearing a second later.

You rolled his eyes, peering over at Jess and Hobie who laughed at you. It was fucking embarrassing to be carried by your own boss who thinks you’re incompetent.

“Where are we going?” You breathed out. And before you knew it, you were at the infirmary at HQ, the area completely bare of people. You gasped as he immediately placed you on a cold metal table.

“Where do you think?”

You could slap the smug look off his face. You frowned and looked away. It didn’t help that he loves to make eye contact so every time you talked, you had to look into his ruby red eyes, which killed you inside.

“Take off your suit.”

You whipped your head in his direction and had your mouth agape, “What the fuck did you-“

“Oh shut up. It’s not in that way, I just want to see your cut. Plus it’s probably nothing I haven’t already seen before.”

You didn’t know what to say. His words were glazed with arrogance and it intimidated you more than usual.

You obliged and started stripping off your suit before laying back down. You felt slightly embarrassed since you were practically naked, only left in your bra and panties and it was in front of your boss.

He scanned your body, eyes staying on your ribcage, and pursed his lips. He had a pensive look on his face as he looked at you and sighed, “I’m going to clean your cut.”

Okay.

“Alright…”

You felt tense, literally could be able to cut the tension with a knife, “No mames, you need to be more careful,”

“Yeah, I guess…”

“Can’t have my hermosa hurt.”

You felt your blood run cold, peeking over to look at him and his smug face, “What?”

His face made you feel unsure of what he said. Maybe you misheard. Maybe you were delirious due to the injury. It wasn’t that bad but you did lose some blood.

“What did you just say?”

“Oh, nothing…”

You sighed a bit, shivers going down your spine as his fingertips brushed on your skin, cringing at the sting of the alcohol that was rubbing against your wound.

“Stings?”

“Yeah.”

His fingers danced around a particular spot, caressing it gently, “You have a nice tattoo here.”

“Mhm. Thank you.”

———

To say Miguel was baffled was an understatement.

You couldn’t be?

The annoying Spider he trains? Be the seductive streamer he watched every day?

That couldn’t be.

The tattoo looked almost too similar. It looked almost identical to the one she had. If it was you, he wouldn’t know how to feel.

Even though he targets you, he couldn’t help but feel a bit fond of you. You’re incredibly talented and flexible but you just have to argue back with him.

Your eyes were similar yes, but the thought was eating him up inside. He had to find out.

He can’t recall what he thought when he swung over to your quarters a few blocks away from headquarters in downtown Nueva York, and caught you playing with yourself behind closed doors. Moaning the exact way his favorite streamer would.

Such a whiny submissive voice.

He wanted to open the door, yes, but it would be too sudden. Too…

“Miguel?”

Your voice sounded tired, as if you were barely running a fucking marathon. He could hear your accelerated heartbeat, your small breaths while you spoke. And it made him want to go absolutely feral.

“Yes? Hi.”

He sounded shy, which was in complete contrast to his aggressive attitude.

“Why are you here?”

The entire apartment was dark, only being shined by moonlight from your wide windows overlooking Nueva York.

“Your cut…Is it fine?”

“Yeah…”

You looked up at him, nervously biting your lip, “Why are you here?”

He pursed his lips and ran his fingers through his hair, “I wanted to see how you were. Y’know, so I can know if you can perform well tomorrow…and later in the night.”

It wasn’t until he looked down that and saw you, still gripping the sex toy you had previously used on yourself.

He started walking closer to you slightly, “What do you have there?”

You appeared to get flustered and backed away from him.

“N-Nothing.”

He reached for your arm to see the pink dildo, his eyebrows raising and a smile playing at his lips to your flushed face.

“Doesn’t look like nothing.”

The way he looked at you made you even more aroused. Your wistful expression made him hard as you helplessly gazed at him, your features accentuated beautifully by the moonlight.

With that, he kissed you, surprised by you dropping the dildo and kissing him passionately. He caressed your ass while doing so and lifted you up, carrying you to your bedroom.

He laid you on the bed, taking off your clothes and getting rid of his suit at a press of a button. Your expression was full of surprise and that stroked his ego immensely. He began caressing your breasts whilst kissing at your neck, leading down to your stomach and upper thighs. You threw your head back, clawing at his back as he started to flick his tongue against your clit.

“F-Fuck…Miguel!”

He felt you squirm in pleasure as he kept thrusting his tongue, his fangs teasing your folds. He couldn’t help but smile at your aroused nature.

As soon as you were going to cum already, you screamed, scratching at his shoulders, “Please…Miguel!”

He stood up, licking his fingers and smiling, “Eres tan dulce.”

Your eyes went to his his hard cock erected. The view made you whine and bite your lip, “You’re so big! Miguel, what if you don’t fit…”

“Don’t worry, mami. I’ll fit…”

This is what he wanted. And you looked so beautiful.

“Eres tan bélla, mi hermosa…”

And before he was going to thrust into you, finally diving into your wet, tight pussy, he woke up in a cold sweat. He looked over to his bedstand clock, marking it 2:34 in the morning.

He shifted around his sheets and felt his dick hard.

“Fuck…”

masterlist — part two

sol's notes- this was also just a drabble! thank you guys so much on everything and requests are open!!

tags - @ashanomly @obi-mom-kenobi @tojisbabygworl @toaffes

#miguel x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel spiderman #miguel ohara x reader #miguel spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #atsv #atsv x reader #miguel smut #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #sol (not de janeiro)

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abbyromanoff · 4 months

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hey babes 😏😏😏

LIKE MOB BOSSES CAROL AND VALKYRIE?! I HAVENT SEEN THE MARVELS HUT IM SEEING IT TOMORROW AND IM SO EXCITED BUT YEH AND MAYBE LIKE SOME JEALOUSY AND LIKE 😏😏😏 PUNISHMENTS AND SHIT

DOUBLE TROUBLE

PAIRINGS: CarolValkryie x reader

WORD COUNT: 679

WARNINGS: smut, double penetration, degrading, punishment, slapping, edging, overstimulation, threesomes, that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Reminder that this will be my last ever smut post!! Going forward I will not be writing smut so I apologize for those who did not get their asks answered

“No, I- I can’t,” You mumbled weakly, too tired to fight off the women surrounding you. Valkyrie was behind, her tip teasing the entrance of your tightest hole while Carol continued to slide in and out of your cunt. Her strap would rub her clit perfectly to cause just the right amount of friction, and her moans blended in with yours.

“Yes, you can, and you will.” Valkyrie groaned, seemingly tired of the ‘attitude’ you had been throwing towards both of them. Valkyrie wasn’t able to visit you and your girlfriend often, only when it was serious, and Carol had decided it was one of those times. You were nearing your period, and your hormones were spiraling like usual. Although, it was also the Holiday’s, and you had been missing both women, so you were in a worse mood than they could’ve expected.

“Look at that, baby, you’re taking Captain's cock so well,” You sniffled quietly, and they had to stifle a chuckle at your weakened expression.

“Don’t praise this little slut. They’ve been so, so naughty, it’s only fair we give them what they’ve been asking for.” Although it wasn’t at all what you were asking for. You wanted to be with the two women, between the two in a similar position as to how you are now. But you wanted to hear their soft praises on the shell of your ear. You wanted to feel their lips slowly moving down your neck and body. You wanted their hands to lovingly slide across your breasts, unlike the way they were groping you currently. You wanted to cum on their tongues, their fingers, their cocks; whatever it was they could give you. But you wanted them more than anything, and if this is what they were giving you, you wouldn’t dare to complain.

“Fuck, I’m already halfway, baby. You think you can take the rest of me, hm? You think this tight fucking ass can take Daddy’s cock?” You sniffled but lacked a response, causing a slap to arrive across your cheek. You whimpered, but quickly nodded without a thought, your mind barely registering what she asked.

“This must feel so fucking good, huh, darlin’? Having two cocks just destroying your holes, giving you no room to protest. This messy cunt seems to be betraying you when you say you don’t want this, little one.” Carol muttered close to your lips, quickly leaning down to take your bottom lip in her mouth as she bit down slightly, causing you to hiss in further pain. You didn’t know how much longer you could take, but you hoped they’d give in soon.

“C’mon, I know you want to cum for us,” She spoke once again, and you heard Valkyrie let out a deep groan as your skin touched the base of her strap. You shuttered, feeling both women deeper than ever before inside of you, the only hole left to fill was your mouth.

“Shh, just open, pretty girl.” You didn’t entirely understand what they meant, so you opened the barrier of your lips and spread your legs even further, both mumbling dirty praises in response. You felt two fingers thrusting into your mouth soon after, opening your eyes to see an arm from behind wrapping around to visit the said area. Her knuckles pressed against the sides of your cheeks, and you gagged as she forced herself impossibly deeper.

“I think this little slut likes having their holes filled, ‘cause they’re making a fucking mess.” You led your eyes down, quickly shutting them in shame as you admired the wetness leaking from you. You had never been this turned on, what were they doing to you?

“P’ease, Captain; please, D-daddy, let me cum f’ you.” In an instant you felt the two stilling inside of you, and it seemed they had wordlessly matched their arrivals as their moans seemed to bounce off each vibranium wall. This only brought you closer, and the dirty scent of sex filling the room only brought you further arousal.

“Cum for us, you dirty slut,”

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kirbyskisses · 11 months

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“rellenar” // miguel o’hara

something i wrote to help you all pass the time while i work on “te amo” chapter 3.

cw: fem!reader, size kink, pain kink. no spoilers or plot or anything just pure filth. minors and blank/ageless blogs do not interact!!

“you can take it, can’t you mamita?” miguel groans, grinning as he presses his lips against the shell of your ear.

you sniffle out pathetically because it’s clear that you can’t. you can’t take his fat cock bullying its way into you between a mess of spanish curses and you hiss when his claws skid against the plush of your thighs. thighs which are getting pushed farther and farther and farther back.

“m-míguel -“ you pant. his tongue strolls across his fangs - you‘re so pretty and delicious when you look like you’re about to cry.

“déjame entrar, princesa.” he snarls, sweat dripping throughout his brown hair. and you are trying - trying so hard to stop your tiny little cunt from squeezing down. you want him in but it wants him out - leaky and pulsing and convinced that something this big must be an intruder.

he groans when it clamps tighter and you let out a broken sob when his clawed hands grip harder, leaving red welts. it takes concentration to retract them and he should feel bad for hurting you - but he can’t concentrate when your broken noises makes him twitch inside you; miguel feels like he’s floating.

“miggy - h-hurts!”

“told you to let me the fuck in,” his hips snap forward wracking out another sob from you. he inhales sharply, fat mushroom-like head of his cock managing to slip deeper. a deep, sound of pleasure emits from his throat, pulling his claws away. they retract into his fingertips, your lips letting out a whimper of relief as they had come dangerously close to breaking the skin.

“gonna take the pain away,” he lies, immediately amplifying it with a heavy slap to the thigh. and another, and another, his large hot palm intent on making you shake. “you just have to open up for me, querida.”

miguel was always rough and your body always enjoyed it.

“puta madre…” he quietly marvels, thick veiny fingers reaching down to skid over your plump folds and clit. your juices easily coat his fingers, dripping out as your cunt cries transparent white tears of arousal from the controlled pain.

your face is equally teary and one of his hands moves to caress your ruddy cheeks.

“there she is.” he snarls out, finally slipping deeper and soaking in the leaking hot sense of relief that rushes around his cock. he lifts your waist as if you weigh nothing, making an easier angle to slide down into your wanting, crying little entrance. without warning his hips snap forward and suddenly his length is all inside you, heavy balls slapping against your slit.

“te llevaste todo, qué linda.” he coos. your gummy walls feel like they’re melting around him and your hands cup over your face to try and hide your expression; a look half of pain and half of bliss. miguel won’t stand for it, grasping both and forcing them above your head.

“mírame.” he threatens lowly, sharp teeth emphasizing his angered snarl. “these stay here or holding back those thighs. hide your face again and see if i don’t web you into place.”

you blink away tears at the stretch of him, legs thrown over his shoulders, body completely folded to take every inch from tip to base.

“¿entiendes?” his heated eyes bare down on you, as you whimper out a pitiful “sí…”

“what was that?” he quirks an eyebrow, one languid movement of his hips pulling to leave just the very tip of his cock in your folds.

“s-sí, míguel. yo entiendo.”

miguel nods, approving enough to reward you by plunging his full length back into your begging cunt. he growls deeply at the almost disgustingly wet squelch it gives. the grip of one of his hands tightens around your two wrists as he holds them. the other presses on your stomach gaining him a slurred cry.

“is that it, baby? is that your spot? right there?”

he takes the noise that wretches out of you as confirmation, grinding his palm into the heated skin of your tummy as his dick slaps in and out, only pulling away his hand when his wet tip starts kissing the spot from inside.

the mass of his muscles and the dangerous sounds of his voice as he fucks deeper than he should be able to - it all keeps you from struggling. your body is engulfed by the heat of the sheets on one side and the sweaty warmth of his body weight on the other - his arms caging you on either side.

“c’mon mama. dámelo. dame que quiero. sé que puedes hacerlo.”

and you do because suddenly you’re cumming, spilling so perfectly around him. your climactic noises swallowed by his tongue gliding its way over yours, his cock glistening wet with a thick ring of white around the base.

pulling his mouth away, he caresses your face - his expression made hungrier by your dazed eyes.

“told you… doesn’t hurt anymore does it? let’s see if you can take it again, rellena.”

#smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x black reader #miguel o’hara #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #x latina!reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman 2099 #he’s so big. like he’s so large #it just… so giant.

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prythianpages · 3 months

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Like An Angel | Eris x Reader

summary: Eris is dancing on the edge of despair when he finds you. The one person who reignites the flickering flame within him, breathing life back into his weary soul.

warnings: angst, slight mentions of abuse/burn marks

a/n: this is purely inspired by Kali Uchis's song Igual Que un Angel. I've been listening to it all day on repeat, it's sooo good! Eris came to mind when I thought of which ACOTAR male to pair to this song and I have been wanting to write something for him for awhile now 🥰

Eris slumps into an intricately carved chair, sore and bruised body sinking into the softness of the cushions. He hastily undoes the top buttons of his white dress shirt, wincing as he catches a glimpse of the maimed skin below. Exhaustion tears through his mind, body and soul. He tilts his head back, a silent effort to contain the tears that sting at the corners of his eyes, despite being in the privacy of his room. He refuses to let those tears cascade down his cheeks. He refuses to let his father’s cruelty win.

Sensing the weight of his pain, the oldest and leader of his hound pack approaches with a measured grace, emitting a soft, empathetic whine. Ember, her dark fur tinged with the wisdom of seasons, brushes against his trembling hand. The remaining hounds, still and watchful on their plush cushions in front of the fireplace, pivot their heads towards their master, their sharp eyes mirroring her concern.

A gentle lift graces the corner of Eris's lips as he strokes Ember's fur. He then eyes the other hounds and notices there is one missing. “Where’s Clover?” He quietly asks Ember.

As if answering his question, Ember nuzzles him once more before pacing toward the window. Intrigued by her behavior, Eris follows suit. He pulls back the heavy curtains and a panorama of gloom unfolds before him. The sky is laden with heavy gray clouds that hang low, concealing any glimpse of the sun. Raindrops compose a melancholic symphony, mirroring his inner turmoil, as they tap rhythmically against the window.

In the midst of the rain-soaked courtyard, he easily spots Clover–the youngest but fiercest of his hounds. She’s prancing around one of the court’s magnificent fountains, tail wagging happily behind her. Eris feels the beginnings of a smile forming on his face. It falters when his eyes catch the movement of another presence outside with Clover.

You.

You’re like a burst of sunshine on the gray canvas of the day– like an angel sent from above to shine light into the darkest corners of his soul, reigniting the flickering flame within. Your soft pink dress molds to your skin, yet you remain indifferent to the elements. As Eris marvels at your beauty, he thinks heaven must be your residence because not even the pouring rain can bring you down.

He blinks sharply, snapping out of his trance, as he hears the echo of Clover’s bark. His eyes widen when your laughter follows, and he watches as Clover chases after you. It's not the usual chase he sends his hounds for. This one is rare, playful, and Eris finds himself at a loss for words when Clover licks your arm and nuzzles against you. Such a tender gesture from one of his fiercest hounds. You must be the Cauldron’s favorite, he thinks as he feels a gentle stirring within him, awakening something deep in his chest.

Eris can’t bring himself to care for the way the cold rain stings at his fresh wounds nor the way his shirt and pants drenches immediately along with his hair. Clover’s ears twitch at the approaching footsteps but you don’t seem to hear them. You’re lost in your own world, eyes shut as you tilt your head up toward the sky and embrace the cool touch of rain against your burning skin.

Clover nudges at the hand at your side, alerting you of the new presence behind you, before happily darting toward Eris. He can sense the way his beloved hound holds back, as she must smell the injuries hidden beneath his clothes. She licks at his hand instead of jumping on him.

Eris wonders if he should wait to see how long it takes for you to finally notice him but he’s much too impatient for that. He clears his throat, and at the sound, you gasp, spinning around to meet his gaze. His amber eyes pierce through you, delving into the very depths of your soul, causing you to falter and instinctively step back.

A fleeting frown threatens to mar his features. He banishes it, concealing any vulnerability behind a stoic mask. "Who are you?" he questions, his voice sharp, the intensity of his gaze unwavering.

"y/n," you respond, blinking at him, your eyebrows furrowing at the abruptness of his tone. Your own voice carries a softer, much lighter tone and it’s as if the sky responds to your warmth, the rain slowing to a mild drizzle. Definitely the Cauldron’s favorite. "And who are you?"

Eris, with a taunting scoff, asserts himself as he takes a step forward. Closer to you. "You enter this court without knowing who I am? Has your mother neglected to teach you any manners?"

A downpour of regret engulfs him, more turbulent than the relentless rain from earlier, as he witnesses the glistening in your eyes and the subtle downturn of your lips into a frown.

“My mother is dead,” you say quietly, more to yourself than him, as you drop your gaze.

“I’m sorry,” his tone carries a genuine sincerity, and for a fleeting moment, his impassive mask wavers, the amber gaze softening. It invites you to meet his eyes once more. “I’m Eris.”

“Eris,” you repeat, eyes widening in recognition. There’s no hint of anger or guilt in your eyes at his earlier harsh demeanor. He finds a rare softness instead, the corner of your eyes crinkling as your lips form a small, welcoming smile.

“It’s nice to meet you, Eris.”

There’s a gentle fluttering, akin to the delicate wings of butterflies, awakening in the pit of his stomach because now that he’s up close and the rain has stopped, he can appreciate the depths of your beauty as you smile at him.

Clover nudges at Eris’s waist, eliciting a wince from the male. Your gaze swiftly descends, settling on his exposed chest, where a glimpse of red and irritated skin meets your eyes.

"Are you hurt?" you ask, and Eris is unexpectedly comforted by the genuine concern etched across your face over him. Someone you just met.

Engrossed in observing every little subtle shift in your expression, Eris fails to notice the hand you extend toward him. Delicate fingers graze against his skin, tender and cautious to avoid causing further harm and his breath catches in his throat. He’s almost certain you can feel the rapid heartbeat beneath.

“y/n! I’ve been searching everywhere for you! What are you doing out here? Are you mad? You’re going to catch a bloody cold and–” Sawyer, one of Eris’s younger brothers, voice wavers, prompting you to take a couple of steps back and put as much distance between you and Eris.

“Brother,” The younger Vanserra greets Eris as glances between you two. With his hands behind his back and shoulders held high, he approaches Eris. Fear flashes in his eye and he comes to an abrupt stop when Clover lets out a deep menacing growl, baring her sharp teeth at him. A striking contrast to the way she regarded you.

“I see you’ve met my future bride.” Sawyer steps closer to you instead, lips curling up into a smirk as he wraps an arm around your shoulder, forcing you closer to him. Eris doesn’t miss the way your body tenses at the possessive gesture.

Future bride. As the words sink in, Eris feels a rage of distaste simmering beneath his skin. No.

“Your father and mine are asking for you.” Sawyer says to you, brown eyes taking in your drenched form. His nose crinkles in disgust. “Gods, you’re a mess. Let’s hurry and get you changed. My father does not take lightly to those who make him wait. Why are you barefoot??”

Sawyer doesn’t bother to spare his brother a glance as he pulls you along with him, missing the way Eris fists clench at his sides. Even Clover’s gaze darkens, not liking the way Sawyer speaks to you in a condescending manner.

“I didn’t want to get my shoes wet…”

Eris hears you reply quietly as you struggle to keep up with Sawyer’s longer strides and the burn marks marring his skin are nothing compared to the burning ache set alight in his chest. Clover nudges his hand, sensing his distress the same way Ember had earlier.

“Heaven must’ve sent you, love,” he murmurs softly, his voice full of longing, as he recognizes the magnetic pull, akin to a golden thread, in his chest the further you walk away from him.

It’s as if you feel that pull too. You’re turning back to steal one more glance at him and in that moment, a myriad of emotions floods your wide eyes. Yet, there’s a purity that remains in the depth of your eyes, mirroring the innocence of heavenly beings and bringing life back into his weary soul. If only you had a halo and wings, the image would be complete…

Eris was aware of Sawyer’s upcoming arranged marriage but he never fathomed for someone as sweet as you to be his bride. People like you are a rarity, the subject of fervent prayers. A heart like yours is precious and on the verge of extinction in a brutal world like this.

You’re pure light, a beacon of goodness. One that the Cauldron favors but how cruel, he thinks, that the Cauldron does not favor him. It’s a bittersweet dance of fate because though you are close to him, you remain just beyond his grasp…promised to another.

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