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weeknd-ogoc · 5 months

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JUST MARRIED ll ・。.・゜✭・. LANDO NORRIS

SUMMARY: in which lando accidentally gets married to his best friend in vegas! (this is the alternate ending to just married with oscar piastri) FACE CLAIM: leona naomi wong CONTAINS: childhood best friends to lovers trope, ex boyfriend!oscar, small angst and fluff! AUTHOR'S NOTE: this could kinda work as a stand alone but anyways hope you guys like it!

(italics are past conversations)

for as long as you could remember, you truly believed that lando had always been the better friend — ever since you guys were kids he'd always do everything your way and always wanted to see a smile on your face.

you had met lando at the age of eight when your family had invited his family over for dinner, at first the two of you could not seem to get along but then one night that changed.

"lan, you'd really do that for me?" you smiled as you handed him a crown.

he rolled his eyes as he snatched it away from you and placed the gold crown on his head. "yeah yeah just as long as you promise not to tell anyone..."

that night you had played as his wife in a beautiful kingdom that you ruled.

when it was time for him to leave, he gave you back the crown and took off the fluffy orange blanket that was supposed to be a cape. "i guess i had fun, see you tomorrow?"

you nodded and took your tiara off. "so are we friends now?"

"bestest friends but just as long as you promise not tell anyone we're friends..."

as you guys grew up it was always lando who made it known to everyone that you were his bestest friend.

✭

lando had woken up feeling super nauseous but just before he could even go to the restroom, he looked around to see that he was in your hotel room he then looked down to see that he was undressed and to his right he saw you wrapped around the same thin blanket he was under.

“please no…” he whispered as he lifted the blanket a tad bit and saw you were also undressed. “no, no, no.”

when he turned to his left he saw a photo on the nightstand with a just married frame around it. it was a picture of you and him kissing at a chapel — he saw max in the background holding up a little peace sign and right next to him was carlos sainz.

oh he was so going to kill them whenever he saw them.

he debated whether he should wake you up and ask if you remembered anything or maybe just fall off the face of earth.

“hey lan” you mumbled as you opened your eyes a bit.

for a moment it seemed like a normal thing because you guys have had little sleepovers your whole lives but then you felt something off.

“so about last nig-“ he started but you instantly sat up, holding the sheets tightly to your chest and also noticed a big shiny ring on your left ring finger.

“norris, please tell me we did no-“

he passed the framed picture over to you and tried pulling the sheet from you over back to him. “we did.”

you scanned the picture and for a split second you thought about oscar but then you thought about strangling max and carlos. “oh i’m so going to kill them when i see them.”

✭

by the time lando and you were teenagers he already knew that he had deep feelings for you and he tried his best to make sure you didn't find out so when you had asked him to be your first kiss, he happily agreed.

at first he questioned it. "but we kissed when we were like eight."

"yeah but that was just a peck, i want to you know..."

he debated it for a second but quickly nodded. "alright scoot your big butt!" lando huffed as he tried laying down next to you on the couch. "maybe we should move it over to your bed instead..."

you tried your best to scoot over before making that decision but were quickly elbowed in the face. "ow lan, alright move it to the bed!"

so a few years later everyone thought it was a crazy idea when you guys told people that the both of you would be moving into a house together in monaco.

"you guys are fighting like an old married couple." max was witnessing the first fight since you guys moved in together.

you had been giving lando the silent treatment and he was pretending he could care less. "your voice is annoying so i'm glad you're not even speaking to me right now." but deep down he was upset because he loved hearing your annoying voice and you knew that he was upset because he was pouting.

lando's bed was being delivered later than the date it was supposed to come so you had been sharing a bed with him and let's just say he was the worse person to ever sleep with.

which landed him right onto the couch and right before you entered back into your room you watched as he fluffed up his pillow some more. "you'd think because we wasted thousands on this stupid couch it would be more comfortable."

you then looked over to max who was sleeping peacefully, mouth hung open on the next couch.

you groaned and snatched his blanket off of him. "alright norris let's go, just one more night but we're putting a pillow wall..."

he knew that you only called him norris when you were annoyed by him but he excitedly jumped out of the couch and ran into your room, jumping right into your bed and stretching his arms out to you.

you rolled your eyes and slipped into bed right next to him. "i'm not hugging you."

you began setting up the pillow wall but he began throwing them down to the floor, he has always been a cuddler in his sleep and you were not.

“norris, if you don't qui—hey!”

before you knew it he had you pinned underneath him.

"this is giving me serious flashbacks of that kiss w-"

you quickly covered his mouth but he licked your hand and as you were about to flick his forhead, he put his weight on top of you and nuzzled his head right into your neck.

"alright im kidding." he laughed and the both of you were quiet for a few minutes before he spoke up again. "unless..."

you smacked his back in a loving way. "i'm about to send you back to the couch."

he huffed and dropped himself back to his side. "you know i'm going to run away from you one day because you're always mean to me."

you rolled your eyes once more and finally wrapped an arm around him. "fine with me..."

he let out a yawn before kissing your cheek. “it's okay because i'd come right back running a few hours later, can't live without you."

✭

lando had smacked his best friend's arm and then you smacked his other arm with the just married picture frame. "ow!"

"how could you let us get married?"

max explained how at the club the two of you guys got completely shit faced and oscar had came up to you but before anything could be said, lando was making his way over to you after carlos showed him what was going on.

"she doesn't want to talk to you, let's go..." he gently grabbed your hand and took you out of the club with max following right behind you guys.

you shrugged his hand off and sighed. "what did you do that for? what if he wan-"

max stopped the story to point out the dark, bruised hickies the both of you guys had. "now way! did you guys ban-"

"shut it!"

"continue!"

so he went on to tell you guys that lando kept trying to interrupt but you weren't letting him so to stop you from talking he had kissed you — he also mentioned that he did a little jump when lando kissed you because he had been rooting for the both of you for years now.

"i have always loved you and not in the friendly way, i think i might've always had since we were kids..."

you shook your head and flicked his forhead. "you don't mean that lan..." you went on to flick his head again. "we're drunk and we're probably not even going to remember this tomorrow!"

"what!" it was his turn to shake his head now. "i'm sober as ever, i'll remember this night for the rest of my life!" he pointed down to the floor, so the both of you watched as lando attempted to walk in a straight line and towards the end he ended up tripping. "forget about th-"

it was now your turn to interrupt max's story and looked over to lando who was zoned out. "and do you remember that?"

"umm no bu-"

"back to my story!"

to prove lando's point about loving you, he ended up dragging max, carlos and you down to a chapel — carlos had somehow ended up with you guys somewhere between those hours but max decided to skip out on that part.

"i say let them!" carlos said as he watched lando and you bickering about needing rings. "we've all known they like each other so just let them."

max groaned. "fine let's get this over with..."

✭

while lando had been dating his ex girlfriend, he felt guilty because he knew he had feeling for you and sometimes prioritized you more than his girlfriend.

he constantly had to reassure her that you were like his sister and nothing was going on between the two of you but she never believed him. "please lando, you look like you would rearrange the stars and pull them down to wherever she is."

deep down he knew that if he could, he probably would do that just for you.

while you had been dating oscar piastri, you had to constantly reassure him that lando and you were best friends and that was all.

oscar knew that maybe that's how it was on your side but on lando's you could tell he was head over heels for you.

"alright yes, i do love her but it's not like i'll ever get her..." lando sighed. "she loves you."

it was now lando's turn to reassure oscar that he would never try to win you over while they were together.

as max continued with the story but lando had suddenly remembered a conversation with oscar last night — this happened when lando went to get carlos from the club and bumped into oscar who overheard you say he needed a second person to be at the chapel in order to marry you.

"you had your chance with her and you blew it oscar, i won’t blow my chance."

"guess you did end up getting her…” oscar stopped for a moment and thought about the very first kiss the two of you shared. “don’t let her go like i did, trust me it'll be the worst mistake of your life."

✭

as lando walked back to your hotel room to help you move your things into his room, he saw oscar walking out of your room. fuck.

“congratulations mate, i hope it works out with you guys.” oscar gave him a sad smile. “see you sunday.”

he entered your room and you were looking at the framed picture once more. "i love you lan and i think i always have..." before he could kiss you, you put your palm up onto his chest. "promise we're going to make this work and that you're going to love me forever, no divorcing."

"i'm going to love you till the very end." he nodded and finally kissed you. "you're stuck with me for life now mrs.norris..."

"i'm going to love you till the very end to mr.norris."

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justangelheree · 4 months

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escapism-matt sturniolo (18+)

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warnings: drinking, cursing, kissing, break up, partying, drugs, use of pet names, choking, creampie, unprotected sex (please wrap it before u tap it), oral(f receiving), confession?, little bit of soft dom matt not proofread like always🙉

summary: reader gets broken up with, after a little drinking she ends up at matt’s door. will he give in to her thoughts?

i wake up with tear stained cheeks and my hair all messed up. i get out of bed looking at myself in the mirror. god i look a mess over some guy. i sigh as i get up texting my friends we’re doing out tonight and they all agreed.

as i got into the shower i was just thinking was i upset that he broke up with me or that i wouldn’t have a boyfriend anymore? i laughed as i got out. i was still hurt but it is what it is. i needed to get forget about him and move on.

as i got ready i put on my favorite black dress that my ex would never let me wear. felt so good to do whatever i want and god did i look good. it was strapless so my boobs were pushed up and my figure looked amazing.

i sat down at my vanity putting on my makeup and doing my hair. i just have forgot how much of a bad bitch i was because damn i look good. i facetimed one of my best friend nala telling her i was ready to go and ill be on my way to her house.

as i hopped in my car connecting my phone to aux playing the hills by the weekend turning the radio up. i got to my friends house getting out the car an walking in i didn’t need to knock. she gave me a hug “girl im sorry his ass broke up with you he was an asshole anyway. moving on to bigger and better things” she spoke.

“and i hope bigger dicks too” i replied giggling. “you ready to go!” she said excitedly. i nodded as she ordered the uber. as the uber arrived she locked her door and we walked outside into the uber. “everyone should already be on there way” i said looking up from my phone. she nodding sliding some pill on her tongue i’ve never seen before. i shook my head smiling at her knowing she was in for a ride tonight.

about an hour later im a couple shots deep since my group of friends kept ordering them an who was i to say no. my body was now almost numb but in a good way, a freeing way.

on the dance floor me and nalas bodies pressed together as we danced to music in the background. nala grabbed my phone from my pocket going to snapchat and recording me bending down and twerking on her. she posted it to my story giggling giving me my phone back.

i giggle back singing along to whatever song was playing as i walked to the bar. i got another drink sitting on a stool scrolling through instagram when a certain someone’s post came up. matt sturniolo a guy i used to flirt and hook up with before i got a boyfriend and man did he look extra fucking fine.

all of a sudden i got hot and sweaty as a wet patch grew in between my thighs thinking about our past experiences. i started to get needy for something i didn’t even know. i needed to go see him. he wouldn’t even be shocked if i pulled up to his house because we used to always show up out of nowhere just to fuck. god was i really this drunk?

i called nala over to me and said i was gonna leave and she gave me a hug goodbye before sliding a bag of pills and a condom into my purse i laughed at her as she walked back to our friends.

matt.

matt

matt.

was all that rung through my head. i hoped into my uber debating it i should take the pills but then i realized girl wtf no. it was hard to not move around to create friction being drunk and horny.

the uber parked right outside his apartment i opened the door as i grabbed my bag and walked to the door. i knocked on the door hope his brothers weren’t home. the boy i’ve been needy for half the night answers the door.

“princess what are you doing here?” matt spoke rubbing his eyes. i could melt just from his words. “i just came from the club and i need you matty” i said quietly. he nodded as he moved out the doorway so i could walk in. he shut the door turning me around to face him.

“need me to help you baby” he softly said. i nodded my head as i whined. “come on mattys here to help” he whispered as he took me to his room. he shut the door behind him locking it.

as he stepped closer to me he wrapped he’s hand around my throat connecting our lips. i walked back letting myself fall onto his mattress not breaking the kiss. his arms were on the sides of me keeping himself up. his lips found my neck lightly sucking as i moan feeling super sensitive from the alcohol.

“gonna make you feel good” matt spoke as he reached his hands to the bottom of my dress lifting it over my head. he groaned as my body was on display infront of him realizing i only had underwear on.

his fingers touched my folds through my underwear “already wet baby, you been thinking about me doing this?” he questioned. “fuck.. yes matt been needing you to touch me all night” i answered.

he slide my panties down my leg as i lifted my hips up to help him. “been missing this pussy so bad. too bad your shitty boyfriend had to take it from me” he spoke rubbing my clit in circles i moaned out at his actions. “i’m not with him anymore matt.. he broke up with me” i struggled to get out.

“im sorry princess i don’t know why he would ever part from this pussy” he said dipping his head down connecting his month to my pussy. i slide my hand to his head lightly gripping his hair. he moans against me send vibrations threw me.

i rock my hips against his face as a euphoric feeling rising in my stomach. he pushes my torso down so i’m stuck in place as he just devours me. “fuck.. matt keep going” i moan out back arching against the bed.

his hand reached reached up to grab my boobs kneading them. the overstimulation of my body sent the pit of my stomach out on to his tongue. he pulled away licking his lips. “best pussy i’ve ever tasted” i smiled as i pulled him back up kissing his now swollen lips.

i reached my hands underneath his shirt pulling it above his head taking him in. “god am i drunk or did you get finer?” i question giggling. he laughed shaking his head reaching down to take his pants off.

it felt like he was taking ages to get undressed so u spoke up. “matt please..” he aligned himself infront of me. “please what princess?” he gently spoke. “i don’t want to feel how i did last night so matt just take this pain away!” i raised my voice slighty at him.

“ill give you what you want but dont raise your voice at me. every. again.” he stated wrapping his hand around my throat before pushing himself into me. only response i had was a pornagrapic moan coming out my mouth.

“such a good fucking girl” he said as i clenched around him. my hands find his neck bringing him close to my face sharing breaths. his thumb slid onto my bottom lip as i open my mouth and let his finger slip into my lips on my light sucking his finger and swirling my tongue around it.

he groaned as he kept his finger into my mouth holding my jaw bucking his hips deeper into me. my moan vibrating his thumb that rested on my tongue. his mouth taking the place where his thumb once was. “fuck matt give me it all.. please” i said digging my nails into his skin.

he obeys putting all of his dick in me i whine out from his actions. “you got it. take it like a good girl.” he spoke throwing his head back. “fuck.. fuck.. matt!” before i could say anything pleasure rushed over me as i dragged my nails down matt’s back.

he moaned against my neck thrusting into me gripping my hips. “i’m almost there baby doing so well for me.” he whispered as i whined from being overstimulated. a few more thrust and a warm liquid was now filling me up. his moans were being covered by my neck, i reached up to rub his face as he came down from his high.

“can we just stay like this for now?” i spoke softly. “anything you want baby” he whispered back. “one thing i will let you know is that im never letting you or this pussy go ever.” he said wrapping my legs around him as he reposition us. i smiled as i cuddle into him getting sleepy.

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breannasfluff · 6 months

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Lost Without You

Whump Rating: 2/5 TW: Depression

The shadow is defeated. A portal appears and the Chain knows, this is the final one. Tears are shed, promises and light-hearted threats are made, and everyone gives a last hug goodbye. Then, one by one, they step through the portal and vanish.

They were already in Wild’s world. He’d already gone through his last portal without realizing it. The blackness swirls, sucks in, and vanishes. The champion stands in the grass field, alone. The breeze blows through the grass, turning it into waves over the low hills. Far away, a wild horse whinnies. Then silence falls again.

Wild stares at the spot where his family vanished for a long time before finally turning in the direction of home.

Things aren’t the same after the journey ends. Link—no need for a nickname, now—goes through the motions. He helps Zelda, speaks with Purah, and tries to fall into the rhythm of life. The little house in Hateno, despite how he loved it previously, is too empty, now. Each corner is filled with memories of eight other boys and men laughing, joking, and filling his life with joy.

He can’t sleep in his bed without remembering times Wolfie curled up at his feet, or Hyrule crawled in and clung to his arm after a bad dream. The horse shed reminds him of Time, chewing on a piece of straw and telling ridiculous stories they couldn’t discount. With the old man, anything could be true.

Finally, Link gives the house to Zelda for her research and sets out to circle Hyrule. He’ll check in with the other races and towns. Maybe there he’ll find the meaning he lost. Yet each place holds the happiness of people moving on, while he is stuck in the same place.

Friends marry, break up, learn new skills, and build homes. Families change; growing and shrinking, yet never dying. Their lives are ever-churning onward. With each town, Link finds himself looking forward to the next less and less. He no longer has a family to visit. Well, it’s not a bad idea to travel the wilds. He’s often more comfortable there than anywhere else.

At first, it’s a good idea. The wilds are quiet and he falls into the rhythm of nature. There are no travelers out here and he can go days without needing to speak. After a while, he starts chatting to the air, telling his missing companions about his travels.

“There’s a fox mother in a den over there. I snuck up and looked at the kits. I think she noticed me, but I made sure not to get too close. Oh, some grasshoppers; I should catch them for making elixirs in the future. You know, I really cleaned out my stores making potions for everyone.”

The only answer is the wind. Link is quiet for the rest of the day.

The weeks blend together and he fully gives up on seeking out towns. Even traveling is losing its appeal. What’s the rush? There’s no goal; no people who need him to check in. He told Zelda when he left he’d be off the grid for a while.

What’s the use of a hero after the journey is over? He’d barely had time to settle after the first one before he was dumped into the Chain. Now, an eternity without his family looms. Each day, Link rests a little more. For each meal, he has a little less. He’s just…not hungry.

Slowly, he numbs to his surroundings. He takes an infrequent wash when he comes across a lake, but there’s no one to worry about. Link wakes tired and lays on his bedroll for hours, debating getting up and moving further. He collects less until he’s only depleting his supplies, not adding to it. Well, that’s easy enough to fix; he’s not hungry anyway.

Link doesn’t know how long he’s been out here. He could warp home; warm to a shrine or a town. Maybe he should be around people. But the idea of talking to people? Socializing? Keeping up the persona of a hero? It’s exhausting.

Mostly, Link sleeps. Maybe, one day, he’ll climb back into the shrine and they can suck the life back out of him. This body is on loan, anyway. Maybe next time, they’ll find a better hero to fill it with. Someone whose family is still around to support him.

Someone is screaming.

This is odd for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is that Link is in the middle of nowhere. Someone could have encountered a rare enemy, but the scream is…excited? And raising in pitch and volume.

“Where is he?”

“The gem should take us right to him!”

“Do you think he’s underground?”

“What—where do you come up with these things?”

“Like a cave—wait, look over there.”

Huh. That sounds a lot like Wind and Warriors. Silly, because they are gone. Everyone is gone. Maybe this is it. His mind snapped and now he’s hearing voices.

Footsteps get louder and Warriors looks down at him in the grass, hands on his hips. “What in hyrule are you doing down there?”

Wind’s face pops into view, showing off straight white teeth when he grins. “Hey Wild! We missed—hey.” The smile fades, excitement seeping out. “Did something happen to you? You look, uh…”

“You look like shit,” Warriors finishes. He leans down, reaching out a hand. “You good? What happened?”

Link doesn’t take the hand, just stares at them. “That’s it,” he whispers. “I’ve gone crazy. Hallucinations.”

Wind socks him in the shoulder, much too hard to be a hallucination. “Get up! Warriors got a crystal! We need to get the others!”

“What…?” Link finally sits up, then stands. Woah, his legs are kind of shaky. Warriors grabs him, then hisses as his hand closes on a shoulder.

“How skinny are you? Wild, seriously, what happened?”

He transfers his gaze to the captain, slowly tracing over familiar features. “You left.”

“Yeah? Didn’t you have people to come home to?”

Link shrugs. “Not my family.”

“Wild? Are you okay?” Wind tugs on his tunic sleeve. “Did you miss us?”

“Yeah.” He closes his eyes for a long moment. “A lot. How—how are you here?”

The captain snorts and waves a gem on a chain. Took a while, but I got Cia to make a gem that will let heroes open portals. We’re picking everyone up to see how things are going.” He looks Link up and down. “You, my friend, are in dire need of some help.”

Link stares at his feet. “I don’t…know what to do anymore.”

Wind leans against his side, wrapping him in a half hug. “You rely on your brothers. We’ll get you back on your feet, okay? Twi is never going to let you out of his sight again.”

For the first time in a while, Wild smiles. “Let’s go see our family.”

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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

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I’d Do It Again For You

Pairings: Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader

Summary: The tracksuits set fire to Kates apartment while she’s out on a mission with Clint. What will happen when Kate realizes you’re still inside?

Word Count: 3,872

Warnings: Apartment Fire | Violence | Hospitals

Kate was woken up by a persistent ring coming from her bedside table. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room and process what was going on.

When she realized it was her phone, Kate carefully reached over to grab it as she didn't want to wake you up; who was sound asleep with your head laid on her chest.

She looked at the lit up screen which read Clint Barton. Kate mentally groaned and pressed the green button to answer the phone, bringing it up to her ear, "I swear you're like nocturnal. Do you ever sleep?" Kate spoke quietly to not disturb you.

"The work for a hero never stops. You busy right now?" Clint asks from the other end of the phone.

Kate glances at the clock on the nightstand, "Yeah, it's one in the morning. I'm busy trying to sleep with my girlfriend which is something you should be doing too." she replied before going quiet, thinking about the words that just came out of her mouth.

"I- I'm not trying to sleep with Y/N like- like that. I mean I am, but- but not right now. And you shouldn't be sleeping with Y/N too, obviously. I meant that you should be sleeping with- with Laura, but also not like that, you know? You should be resting your eyes—"

"Are you done yet?" Clint questioned, interrupting her rant.

She squeezed her eyes shut out of embarrassment, "Yeah, yeah I'm done, sorry."

"Meet me at the end of the street in fifteen. I need your help with something." he informed her.

Kate gazed down at you, debating whether to go or not. You got so excited yesterday when she told you that she would take you out for the day today, and whenever she goes on missions everything is very unpredictable. She doesn't know if she'll be back in time to follow through with her promise to you.

But Kate knew she couldn’t turned this down, "Fine. But I have to be back before eight. Y/N's an early bird so she normally wakes up around that time, and I promised her I'd take her out today."

"I'll make sure you're back by then no problem. It should only take a couple hours anyway." Clint assured.

"Okay, see you in fifteen." Kate responded, ending the call.

She sighed and stared down at you for a couple more moments, brushing a few hairs out of your face before slowly slipping out from under you to get ready.

She put on her purple archery suit and the back quiver that held her arrows. She considered just leaving a note on her pillow in case she wasn't back before you woke up, and so that she didn't have to wake you. But she at least wanted to hear your voice before she had to leave.

Approaching the edge of the bed, she laid a hand on your side to coax you awake, "Hey, princess? Can you wake up for me for a minute?" she whispered.

You mumble some incoherent words that were slurred together from your sleepy state, making her lightly chuckle, "Hey, I've gotta run out and take care of something with Clint. Are you gonna be okay here until I get back?" she spoke softly.

At that, you opened your eyes and tried to focus them on her, "Are we still going out later?" you murmured.

"Yeah, of course, baby. I'll be back before you even wake up." she answered, caressing your side to reassure you.

"M'kay." you mumbled. "Be careful, Katie? Don't make any dumb decisions. Promise you'll come back to me in one piece."

A smile crept across her face, "I promise, darling." she leaned down to press a kiss your forehead, letting her lips linger there for a few moments before pulling away.

You frowned and gently grabbed her hand when she turned to walk away, and a confused expression settled upon her face.

"You missed." you said.

She noticed the pout on your lips and playfully rolled her eyes, returning to your side to bend down and give you a few long, soft kisses.

"I love you." she whispered against your lips.

"I love you too." you replied before she grabbed her bow and trotted down the stairs of the loft. Once you heard the front door shut, you closed your eyes to try and fall back asleep, knowing that your girlfriend would be there when you awoke again.

As Kate exited the apartment building and walked down the street, she saw Clint already waiting at the corner.

"Who'd you piss off now?" she joked, approaching the well-known archer.

He scoffed, "No one. It's the same guys from last time. They somehow found more men to carry on their work."

"Alright, let's make this quick. I have a girl to get home to." Kate said, walking past him.

"You say that like I don't too." Clint responded, watching the young girl stride down the street.

"Well then hurry up and let's go!" she called out.

He started jogging to catch up with her, "You're going the wrong way!"

"Okay, move faster and show me the right way!"

~~~

A couple hours later, you woke up once again. You were confused as to why since the clock only read 3:24 am. It was only then that you realized you had to use the bathroom.

You laid there with a sigh, not wanting to get out from the comfort of your bed until you got the motivation to finally get up. Right before you closed the bathroom door, you thought you heard yelling coming from outside. But you brushed it off, thinking that you were just tired.

What you didn't know was that you had heard right.

"Kate Bishop!" a man called from outside, but you didn't hear him now that the door was shut.

There was another yell of your girlfriends name followed by a bottle that was lit on fire being chucked through the window, shattering and setting fire to everything around it.

A few more flaming bottles were thrown through the other window panels, causing the fire to spread even more. Neither the fire alarm or sprinklers in the apartment room went off because they had broken, and Kate never got around to getting them fixed.

So you were completely unaware of the situation until you heard the crashing sound made by part of the ceiling falling down outside the door, effectively blocking it.

When you heard that, you quickly reached to open the door to figure out what was going on. Though you winced, flinching away when your hand came in contact with the burning hot door knob.

You covered the knob with the hem of your shirt to hopefully minimize the heat, but when you tried open the door again you couldn't.

It was as if there was something blocking it. You turned the handle again, pushing on the door this time but it still wouldn't budge. That was when you noticed the smoke coming into the room from under the door, and you started to panic.

There wasn't anything in the bathroom that you could use to block the gap between the door and the floor, so you started banging the door, screaming for help.

"Help! Hello, can anyone hear me?! Help!" you desperately yelled, but deep down you knew that probably no one could hear you.

The longer you were stuck inhaling the smoke, the harder it got to breathe. So you eventually got tired of screaming, and passed out on the bathroom floor.

~~~

Meanwhile...

"Dude, the way you fought all five of those guys by yourself was crazy! You've gotta teach me how to do that thing where you rolled and still made the shot!" Kate said, reflecting on everything that happened during the mission.

Clint shrugged his shoulders, "Their fighting style was pretty sloppy anyways. I don't know if you did it on purpose, but when you did that thing with the flip and then the arms; that was pretty cool."

"I know right! I surprised myself with that one. I didn't even know—" Kate's rant was cut off by something that sent an unsettling chill down her spine.

"Hey, Kate Bishop!" she heard a man's voice call out.

She looked at Clint with furrowed eyebrows, turning down the street of her apartment building. But the scene that she was met with made her heart drop.

The infamous Tracksuit Mafia; lighting bottles on fire and chucking them through the windows of her apartment, flames engulfing the floor.

Black smoke poured out of the windows and into the outside air. At that point, there was only one thing at the top of her concerns.

"Y/N." Kate whispered to herself, shrugging off her bag of arrows and dropping her bow to the ground, darting down the street with Clint hot on her heels.

"Kate Bishop! Nice of you to finally show your face!" One of the tracksuits spoke up when he saw her.

But the smile was wiped right off of his face when Clint punched him square in the nose. He took care of the rest them, holding them off while Kate made a b-line for the front door.

She unlocked it with trembling hands, and then bolted up the stairs, taking them two at a time.

"Y/N?!" she called out as she opened her apartment door, the amount of smoke stunning her, "Y/N, baby?!?" Kate yelled again before coughing into her elbow.

She ran around the apartment, looking for any sign of you. When she came up empty handed, she took the stairs up to the loft multiple at a time. She noticed that the blankets on the bed were pushed back, yet you were nowhere to be found.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, pausing on the bathroom door that was obstructed by debris. Kate rushed to the door, almost tripping on her own feet in the process.

"Y/N?! Baby, are you in there?!" she yelled, pressing her ear against the door. "Please, say something if you can hear me!" Kate practically begged. When she got no response she attempted to haul away the rubble blocking the door.

Kate struggled a lot, but she was determined.

After moving the last piece of wood with a grunt, Kate swung the door open, choking on the smoke that left the room. Once she could see clearly, she saw you lying on the floor, unconscious.

"Shit, Y/N!" she cursed, swiftly kneeling before you.

Kate put her ear to your nose to make sure you were still breathing, which she thanked god that you were even though the breaths you were taking were uneven and shallow.

She lifted you into her arm's bridal style and stood to her feet, "Alright, baby. We're gonna get you some help, okay? I've got you." she reassured even if you couldn't hear her.

Kate exited through the fire escape just as Clint knocked out the last tracksuit, "Clint!" she yelled to get his attention.

"Is she okay? Is she still breathing?" he spoke out of breath, approaching her.

"Yeah, but she needs actual help, Clint. I don't know how long she was in there before I got her out, but she's struggling to breathe. We need to get her to a hospital." Kate said, listening closely to your breathing.

"Kate, you know we can't go to the hospital under these circumstances. It's dangerous." he responded.

"I know. I know the risks, Clint. But, she needs professional help and we can't give her that. So please, help me get her to the hospital." Kate was pleading, tears threatening to gloss over her eyes.

The sounds of sirens could be heard from around the corner, making Clint sigh, "Okay, let's go." he said and they quickly made their way to his car that he parked on the side of the road earlier.

Clint got into the drivers seat while Kate slid into the backseat so that she could still hold you, "See, baby? We're getting you help. You're gonna be okay." she softly spoke to you.

Kate started to take your hand into hers until she noticed the red mark forming on it. She held your hand out to examine your palm, her thumb ever so gently caressing below the burn.

"I've got you now, princess."

When Clint pulled in front of the hospital, they bursted through the emergency room doors, "Can somebody help us, please?" she called out in an urgent manner.

A doctor led her to an empty bed for her to lay you down on, "What's her name? What happened?" he asked.

"Her name is Y/N. There was a fire, and she passed out i'm assuming from the smoke. It took me a few minutes to find her and get her out, but I don't know how long she was in there for before that." Kate quickly explained.

"Alright, let's get her on oxygen and an IV." the doctor ordered his colleagues.

"She's gonna be okay, right?" Kate asked as she moved to your side, holding your non-injured hand.

"We treat cases like this all the time, but I can never promise anything." the doctor answered, "In the meantime, you need to get yourself checked out. Your friend as well."

"Me? No, i'm fine. What—" Kate was interrupted when a nurse started to lead her to a different area.

"Those cuts on your face and burns on your hand say otherwise." the nurse spoke.

She gave up on arguing, not wanting to cause a scene while Clint did the same, leaving the doctors to take care of you.

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"Hey, how you holdin' up?" Clint asked as he pulled back the curtain of the room Kate was sitting in.

It was about an hour later, and Clint was all bandaged up. The nurse suggested that he take it easy for the next few days, but he obviously was not going to listen.

Another nurse had given Kate an oxygen mask. Although she wasn't in the fire for as long as you, they just wanted to be safe.

Both of her hands were wrapped in bandages to allow the burns on her hands to heal from when she was trying to get the bathroom door open.

Kate took the oxygen mask off of her face to speak, "Fine. You?"

"Same." Clint answered.

They sat in silence; Kate stuck in her thoughts, and Clint trying to read her facial expression, "None of this is your fault, you do realize that, right?"

Kate shook her head, looking down, "Yeah, well it sure feels like it."

"Beating yourself up over something you couldn't control isn't going to get you anywhere, trust me it's just gonna eat you up inside. It happened, so all you can do now is move forward." Clint said, giving Kate some of his dad advice.

"I'm the one who pissed them off. It should've been me in there, not her." Kate spoke in a low voice.

"But it wasn't you, it was her. Y/N wouldn’t haven’t wanted it to be you in there either. So right now she needs you to be there for her, not filled with anger and guilt." Clint put a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

Kate took a deep breath, "You're right."

"When am I not." he responded, making Kate roll her eyes.

"But when we get out of here I am planning on beating the living shit out of them." Kate said, only half joking.

Clint shook his head with a small smile, "Now we both know going into fight fueled by rage is a recipe for disaster. Believe me when I say I got a pretty good hit on all of them."

Kate lightly chuckled for the first time since all of this happened. She knew that everything Clint had said was true; it always was. But she wouldn't admit that.

Just then, Kates head perked up at the sound of the curtain being pulled back, revealing the doctor from earlier. She immediately sat up straighter, anxious about what she had to say.

"You're here with Y/N, correct?" the doctor asked.

Kate quickly nodded, "Yeah, yes. Is- is she okay? She's okay right?"

"Y/N inhaled an alarming amount of smoke, so we still have her on oxygen to treat that. She also had a minor burn on her left hand that we wrapped up, but she'll be fine and make a full recovery." he informed the two archers.

At those words, they both exhaled a sigh of relief, a weight feeling like it's been lifted off of their shoulders.

"Thank you so much. Is she awake? Can I see her?" Kate questioned.

"She's not awake at the moment, but she should be anytime now. If you follow me i'll take you to her room." the man answered.

Kate glanced at Clint who nodded his head. She stood up and followed the doctor out of the room. After making numerous turns, and walking down multiple long hallways, Kate almost ran into him when he suddenly stopped in front of a door.

"She's right in here. If you need anything just ask or press the red button on the wall." the doctor said, and Kate mumbled a 'thanks' before he disappeared down the corridor.

Kate opened the door, shutting it behind her before dragging a chair over to your bedside and sitting down. She gently took your right hand into her bandaged ones, letting her thumb caress over the back of it.

She gazed down at you; watching the way your chest steadily rises and falls thanks to the nasal catheter in your nose. Your eyelashes tickled your cheeks, and she reached a hand over to brush some stray hairs out of your face before letting it stroke your cheek.

She wanted to talk to you. To say at least something to let you know that she was there, but Kate just couldn't find the words. Luckily, she didn't have to because your hand shifted in hers as a few tiny whimpers escaped from your lips.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes slowly fluttered opened, but immediately shut again at the bright lights in the room. You blinked a few times so that they could adjust to the light before your tired gaze landed on Kate.

She exhaled in relief when your eyes met, "Hey. Hi, babygirl." she cooed, fixing the hospital gown that had started to slip off your shoulder, "You're finally awake. You gave me quiet the scare." she lightly chucked.

Kate noticed how you were slightly squinting when looking at her, "Are the lights too bright, baby? Here, I can turn them down." she said, standing up to dim the lights before quickly returning to your side, "Is that better?" she asked, and you nodded your head.

"Good. How are you feeling?" Kate questioned, grasping your hand in hers once again.

You took in your surrounding; noticing the monitors and machines beside your bed, the IV in your hand, and the window where you could see all of the people walking back and forth through the blinds.

"I'm okay." you answered before furrowing your eyebrow, "What happened? I thought you were taking care of something with Clint."

She took a deep breath, "I was." she started, "We finished the mission, but when I came home, the tracksuits had set the apartment on fire...with you inside. Clint dealt with them while I got you out when I realized you were still inside, and then we brought you here." Kate had to slowly explain since the memory of it all would haunt her forever.

You didn't exactly know what to say as you were just in shock. You didn't really know how everything had happened; you just remembered feeling scared and frantic trying to get out of the bathroom as it filled with smoke.

"I know," Kate said, letting a hand comfortingly stroke you cheek again, "I know it's a lot to take in, but I've got you now." she spoke in a soft, reassuring tone.

As she caressed your face, it felt a little rough on your cheek compared to how soft the skin of her hand normally felt. That's when you noticed you were feeling the white bandages that both of her hands were tightly wrapped in.

You frowned, "What happened to your hands?"

She glanced down at her hands, and then back to you, "I burned them when I was trying to get you out, but it's nothing I can't handle. I'd do it all over again for you."

Your gaze softened as you stared at her until your mouth dropped into a big yawn, making Kate gently smile, "If you're tired, princess, you can go back to sleep. You need to rest while you recover." she said.

"If I do will you cuddle me?" you asked.

She got up from the chair and laid next to you in the small bed. There wasn't a lot of room, but you made it work. It just gave her another reason to hold you closer, "I'll be here the whole time. I won't leave you again, I promise."

You moved into her open arms, resting your head on Kates chest to which she pressed kiss to as you did.

You sat in comfortable silence.

Kate was focused on comforting you by running a hand up and down your back, while you were stuck in your thoughts.

Although you were exhausted, you couldn't help but think back to being trapped in that room with no way out as it filled with smoke, screaming for help just for no one to hear you.

The memory of it was too overwhelming and your eyes started to glaze over, "I was so scared." you whimpered out.

It was so quiet that Kate barely heard you, "I just had to use the bathroom, and then the fire started but I didn't know since the smoke detector didn't go off, and I couldn't get out because there was something blocking the door and then I couldn't breath—"

"Shhh," Kate cut you off, noticing that you were starting to work yourself up and choke on your words. "It's okay, Y/N. You're safe now I promise you. You're not there, anymore. You're here in this moment with me, safe and sound in my arms." she spoke gently, pressing another lingering kiss to your forehead.

"You don't have to tell me about it now. I know you're tired, so get some sleep, baby. I'll still be here when you wake up." she gently assured you.

"You promise?" you asked meekly.

"I promise," Kate responded. "I love you, Y/N." she said.

When Kate got no response back, she looked down at you just to find that you were already fast asleep. Her lips curled into a sympathetic smile, relieved that you were back in her arms, and making a silent promise to you and herself that she'll never let anything happen to you again...also making a mental note to fix the sprinklers and smoke detectors.

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#kate bishop x you #kate bishop fic #kate bishop x female reader #kate bishop fluff #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop x y/n #kate bishop mcu #kate bishop #kate bishop x fem!reader

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starvity · 8 months

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— ☆ first snow with yujin

gn!reader x zb1 yujin

genre: fluff // warnings: nothing much beside hugs and kisses? obviously snow and mention of him attacking you with snowballs lol lmk if i forgot anything though!!

author’s note: writing winter scenarios in september surprinsgly made me feel extremely at peace and yujin... he's just so son to me. thank you for requesting and showing him lots of love!!! <3 (★ω★)/ [requested♡]

it was a peaceful morning, you could only hear the noise of fire cracking, soft steady breaths from yujin and the faint noise of your slippers on the tiled floor. you set the two cups of hot chocolate you had just made on the coffee table and debates whether you should wake up your boyfriend who looks so peaceful and cozy wrapped up in the blanket. you had started the day slowly, engaging in an early morning conversation and immediately falling back asleep on the couch. your eyes suddenly light up as you notice the first snowflakes coming down outside and you knew exactly what you were obligated to do. you tap yujin's shoulder excitedly and he frowns, turning his back to you and diving further into the pillows. "wake up sleepyhead, you're going to miss the first snow!!" you say, tapping his back multiple times.

yujin turns around slowly, his eyes slowly opening and a glimpse of playfulness and excitement appearing in his pupils. he suddenly sits up as he smells the sweet scent of chocolate, absentmindedly grabbing a cup and carefully handing it to you before grabbing his own. he takes a sip of the beverage and hums softly. he then leans down to meet you, who was now sitting on the floor enjoying the warm drink, and pecks the crown of your head as a thank you. after a few minutes, yujin puts his now empty cup down, the loud noise startling you. "hurry up, hurry up, bottoms up!!" yujin cheers, now too excited to go play outside when he notices the snow had already painted the roofs white. you chuckle at him who had already ran off to grab his shoes and jacket along with yours.

he comes back with a beanie messily put on his head, the brim slightly covering his eyes. you giggle as you take the last sips of your hot chocolate while yujin wraps his scarf tightly around your neck (you had forgotten yours at home yesterday.) he smiles as you finally get up and quickly put your puffy jacket on. the boy starts to jump impatiently as you tie your shoelaces but despite his enthusiasm he doesn't forget to check if your beanie is covering your ears well. finally, you two step outside, screams and giggles erupting as the cold hits your face. without wasting time, your menace of a boyfriend takes a pile of snow in his hand and you almost fail at dodging the snowball coming for you.

you end up chasing each other like two little kids, eagerly holding dozens of snowballs in your arms and hiding all around the house before attacking. you leave your hiding spot behind the tree and starts to run excitingly until you accidently bump into yujin and fall on the ground. yujin laughs at your state and you scream as you notice he is getting ready to jump on top of you. he takes you in his embrace, making your roll around in the snow. you end up playing in the snow a bit more, craving a few initials in the ground, making some snow castles and snow angels until he complains about how his fingers are about to fall off. you finally come back inside and change into some other warm and cozy pyjamas. and as soon as you leave the bathroom yujin tackles you back into bed, his cold nose hitting the crook of your neck and his cold hands reaching for your forearms as he snuggles closer to your back. you ended up just lazing around for the rest of the day with a hot meal and some winter movies and you swear you've never felt more at peace.

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animeomegas · 9 months

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NOOOOO MY BABIES

You can't do this to me man! I need them to be happy! (in reference to the kind stranger story)

Seriously though, good work!

-Ghost Anon

Hehe, just for you Ghost anon, I'll add a second part ;D

...

Naruto and Sakura had fallen asleep about an hour ago, apparently such a pitiful sight that the mednin had allowed them all to stay past the end of visiting hours. Or maybe the nurses were just so shocked to see Kakashi willingly in the hospital that they just forgot to kick him out.

He was staring out the window now, just watching the cycle of Konoha lighting up in the evenings, only to slowly darken again as the night crawled in. He wondered briefly at which part of Konoha Sasuke was currently sulking in. He debated going after him but-

"-shi," a weak voice followed by a weak cough startled him. He turned around instinctively, almost going to his weapons pouch out of habit.

You were awake.

Kakashi forgot how to move.

"Water," you croaked, unable to move under the weight of two genin snoozing on your already weakened body.

"Water," Kakashi repeated, hurrying to pour a cup from the jug on the nightstand. His hands were shaking and it took more concentration than it should have for him to refrain from spilling it everywhere. "Here."

He helped you sip the water, gently supporting your head up as his mind reeled. The mednin had said that gaining consciousness would be a great sign of recovery. Through the crashing relief clouding his brain, he then belatedly remembered to press the call button.

You smiled at him and, before the nurses began filling the room, gently nudged Sakura and Naruto awake.

"Mmm, five more minutes," Naruto grumbled, snuggling closer.

"No, Naruto, you need to wake up now, the nurses have to check on me," your voice was weak, but the amusement and affection was still blatantly understandable.

Sakura shot up, eyes swollen and hair wild.

"You're awake!" she said, wrapping her arms around your neck.

That seemed to be enough to wake up Naruto, who shot up, wiping the drool off his chin as he did.

"YOU'RE AWAKE!" he yelled, crashing into you and eliciting two 'oofs' from you and Sakura.

Tears and sniffling started up again, but this time Kakashi didn't find them to be nearly as uncomfortable. On one hand, because these were happy tears, and on the other, because you were there to deal with them.

"Where's Sasuke?" you asked, looking around like he might suddenly pop out of the bathroom or from under the bed.

"Teme left a few hours ago," Naruto grumbled, nuzzling into your neck with abandon.

"I think... it was too much for him. Hospitals trigger bad memories for him," Kakashi said slowly, automatically looking up at you for approval. He was rewarded with a smile that told him he had likely understood the situation correctly.

"Can you two go and find him for me?" you asked, nudging Sakura and Naruto. "I need to have the nurses check up on me now. And Kakashi, can you see if you can find anywhere still open to grab us all some food?"

Kakashi hesitated and he could see Naruto and Sakura doing the same; none of them wanted to leave you alone after what had happened. You only smiled and rolled your eyes.

"I'll be fine, but I want some privacy for my medical exams, okay, so scram, all of you. The faster you complete your tasks, the faster I'll let you back in."

That was all the encouragement Sakura and Naruto needed. They both leapt off the bed, falling a little as they went, and shot out the door, already bickering about who was going to find Sasuke first.

After they were gone, Kakashi sent you a one fingered salute, pulled open the window, and slipped out into the night, remembering to close it behind him in case you got cold. He had a feeling that convenience store food was going to be the only thing he would be able to get so late, but he really, truly didn't mind, because they'd all be eating it together.

As a team.

As a family.

#kind stranger #hcs #a/b/o #omegaverse #headcanons #kakashi #sakura #naruto #sasuke #alpha!reader #gn reader

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st-kitten · 10 months

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"pancakes"

MIGUEL O'HARA x BABYSITTER READER warnings: it's miguel, what do you expect??? words: 2,758

pt.2

You've been babysitting Mayday for Peter for a week, which has been quite fun. Peter is extremely welcoming, friendly, and generous to you. His friend Miguel on the other hand...

Peter called you to his house on an urgent basis. Usually you would look after Mayday during the afternoons, waiting for him to return home in the evening. But, today, he called you in the morning, sounding slightly worried, and asked if you could come earlier. You were of course, happy to do so. You stood outside his door, not knowing if you should knock this early in the morning and cause disturbance or simply wait and rot in place until someone took notice of you. Just as you were about to end your debate, the door opened and Peter rushed out of the house, his Spider-Suit haphazardly put on. "Oh, thank God! Mayday's up and running, she hasn't had breakfast yet. There's crashing and burning out there and I can't do both, you're going to have to-" You took over his monologue reassuringly, "Understood. Go ti-spider!" He nodded gratefully. Before leaping out of the window in the lobby, he looked back, almost heroically, with the morning sun shining behind him, and said, "Could you also wake Miguel up?" "Sure! I'll be alri- wait what did you say?" Peter had already jumped out and swung from one building to another. "Miguel?" You entered the house, closing the door behind you and almost instantly, two small, freckled arms bumped against your leg, hugging them. "Good morning to you too, Mayday!" you greeted. She cooed happily, letting go of you, already hopping onto the sofa, then to the coffee table, and the settee, the floor, then back to the sofa. "Well, your dad told me you haven't eaten yet! So, will you go brush your teeth for me? I'll make us some breakfast." Mayday gave you a small salute, and rushed to the bathroom. More than anxious about your other task... you crept into what you assumed was the guest bedroom and found Miguel O'Hara sprawled ungraciously in the bed. You made a mental note to invest in a king size bed. He occupied most of it and them some... well not. His feet dangled from the edge and one of his muscled arms touched the floor. As you walked towards him, he shifted in the bed, growling a little, causing you to jump and jolt out of the room. Mayday, with the brush in her mouth, toothpaste oozing from her wide smile looked at you with as much admiration as she could. "Yeah, scary, right? He looks like he would punch me for waking him up. But a job's a job, I guess." You re-entered his room, clutching a pan in your hand... just in case. Standing by the edge of the bed, you poked his shoulder. Then you poked it some more. You eventually grabbed it and shook him. "Miguel...?" Upon hearing no response, you bravely moved from his shoulder to his torso, secretly wondering whether his tits were bigger than yours. "Oh, God, please wake up." You nudged him swiftly and to your surprise, he abruptly got up from the bed, swinging his arms at your direction. You held the pan in front of you, hearing his knuckles hit the back of it a few times. "The fuck?" he cursed. His voice in the morning was hot, but nail-bitingly intimidating. You were ready to be thrown in jail for waking him up. You wouldn't even hire a lawyer.

"Peter told me to wake you up." He couldn't see you from behind the pan and you made sure he wouldn't for the next few minutes as you tried to scurry away. You were stopped in your tracks, legs still trying to march ahead. A thick web strand clung to your waist and you were pulled back. There he stood, in all his morning glory, looking down at you. "And who are you?" "Literally no one. Let me go." You tried your best to hide the terror in your voice. "Yeah? Then what are you doing in my room, chica?" "Fighting for my life, apparently..." you whispered. Your bad, he caught it. "With a pan?" He put his hands on his waist. If only God Almighty had given you the sense to not look up... and down at him, you wouldn't have got a glimpse of his morning... excitement taunting you from his sweatpants and you sure as hell wouldn't have whacked him with the pan. Tearing the webs apart, you ran out of the room, leaving behind a mildly enraged Miguel, who massaged his chest (not that it hurt him). You occupied yourself in the kitchen, warming up some milk, praying for your life. Mayday climbed her way up to the kitchen counter, showing you her clean teeth. "Well done! Now you're ready for some tasty breakfast! What do you think about... pancakes?" Mayday's eyes glimmered and she nodded excitedly. Seeing her happy made you calm down and you asked her if she wanted to help. Well, all she did was point to a bowl of strawberries in the fridge, and you assumed she wanted them on her pancakes. For the next few minutes, you peacefully whipped the batter, readying all the ingredients and toppings. One by one, you poured it into the pan (yes, that one), making some smaller and softer ones for Mayday. "Okay, Mayday, here's your syrup and your strawberries. Go crazy," you said, resting your elbows on the kitchen counter, and watched her splatter an endless stream of the amber coloured syrup, until it overflew and encircled the rim of the plate. Mayday then happily proceeded to place strawberry slices all over her little pancake. "Do you want whipped cream?" you asked. Mayday took some time to think and then nodded. Sniggering, you pulled a can of whipped cream out of the fridge and asked her where she wanted it. Pointing stark in middle of the pancake, Mayday hummed at you. "Yes, ma'am." You carefully sprayed some cream, waiting for her to tell you to stop. She didn't. "Okay, that's enough, I guess." You placed the can on the island, watching what looked like a red circle with a white dot in the middle. "I think we did a good job," you said, offering May day a high five. She clapped your hand with her little one and plucked a fork and butter knife. While you made decorated one for yourself, Miguel entered the living room and saw you and Mayday. He'd figured that you were the babysitter. But, he'd never actually seen you. He always assumed it was an old nanny. So, you were certainly a fresh sight.

Miguel sat on the sofa, legs spread comfortably, some magazine in his hand, which he wasn't planning on reading. The room was sunlit enough for him to see you properly. You wore a pale yellow sundress, the straps of which almost didn't want to stay in place and kept sliding off your shoulder. You rich brown hair was tied in a ponytail with the exception of a few errant strands that swayed as you moved. At one point, Mayday began chewing on the fork, so you rushed from behind the island to the dining table, switching the metal fork with a plastic one. Miguel saw a glimpse of your dress and was immensely pleased to find a slit that ran up your thigh. He thoroughly enjoyed your walk back into the kitchen when your hips were on display and they swayed very gracefully. Miguel wondered where the fuck he'd been all the while you were here, being that comfortable. He was really glad he didn't go back to sleep after you woke him up so unceremoniously. You'd felt his eyes on you from the moment he'd walked in; only you didn't know if he was just watching you or conspiring to kill you in a moment of weakness. You walked over to Mayday, placing a napkin by her side and sat down for a moment. "Is it good? Do we like it?" Mayday nodded approvingly. "Do you think... scary Miguel would like some pancakes?" you asked. Mayday shrugged, which was probably the right response. Who knew what appetite that man had. He had fangs, for fuck's sake. "Well... might as well offer him some." You sighed and went to the kitchen, pulling a plate out. You hated how unpredictable he was. But you hated more how he made you feel. Who were you kidding, Miguel was devilishly handsome. Everything about him aroused you. You just didn't know what to do with it. It was easier to just defend your life in front of him because you always assumed he hated everyone and especially you even though he'd never paid attention to you. You never knew the taste of vengeance, but it wouldn't be as bad as blueberries and whipped cream. You thought it would be fun to decorate his pancake to look like him with his mask. Blue, red, and two white lines of cream dedicated to his sexy fangs. You bit your lip trying not to laugh out loud. Miguel wanted to know what made you do that. He wondered if he could make you do that. He wanted nothing but to walk over to you and grab your face. And you gave him the perfect excuse to... You placed the plate on the coffee table and walked away without looking at him or his reaction or the sight of your deadbody reflected in his red eyes. You busied yourself by cleaning the countertop and turning the coffee machine on, planning to eat coffee raw, hoping it would dose you to run away faster should he decide to snap your neck. Realising there wasn't much to clean, you chose to eat your own share of pancakes. Holding the syrup bottle upside down, you shook it, waiting for the thick liquid to start dropping at any moment (yes I know how this sounds...).

"That's funny," you heard him say from behind you. You jolted and turned around, dreading not having a pan with you. Miguel held his pancake in between you, clearly unimpressed. Trapped between the kitchen island and the living guillotine, you leaned back, trying to put some distance. "It s-sure is..." you chuckled. "You want some syrup on it?" Like an opportune meteorite, the upside down bottle decided to glaze your chest with maple syrup. You snapped your own neck inside your head and tossed the bottle away. Miguel looked down at you, especially at the syrup making its way deeper into your breasts. "I would love some..." he said, looking directly into your eyes, a minuscule smirk growing on his face. You hid your embarrassment by rolling your eyes. You tried to push him away with one hand, the other supporting you, but who were you kidding. All you did was strain your wrist. "No, no, I'm serious. Syrup sounds 'just' great." Miguel placed his hands on your thighs, moving them apart very slowly, and wedged himself in between them. He was grateful to the slits on the sides for he ran his hands up your thigh tenderly. You quivered, clutching the surface behind you. Was this really happening? Was Miguel attracted to you? And all it took was a stupid pancake? You looked at him, breath deepening, unsure of what to say. You opened your mouth to protest, but your body wouldn't let you. You just stood there with your mouth agape. Miguel smirked at you, inching closer and closer until you could feel his breath on you. Leaning forward, he tilted his head and licked the trail of syrup off your chest. You burst into flames at the feeling of his tongue on your skin. Fuck fuck fuck, you thought. You hated admitting, but you liked it. A lot. Your hand on his chest tried to push him away, but to no avail. Miguel ran his tongue up your chest, moving toward your collarbone, and eventually your neck, sucking at your skin. He grazed your neck with his fangs and felt you shudder under him. Your mammalian instinct made you tilt your head back, eyes closed, exposing your neck to him. (breakfast is served hehe) Miguel continued kissing your neck, listening to your soft pants and breaths. His hands played with the soft flesh of your thighs, occasionally gripping them and kneading them. He licked a particular spot, just below your jaw, near your ear, which made you moan softly. You grabbed his bicep in response. Miguel smirked, slowly pulling away from that spot, hoping to revisit it soon. "Mayday.. Mayday, Mayday," you panted, telling him that she was in the room and didn't need to see her babysitter get annihilated by... well, her father's best friend. Miguel stopped to look over your shoulder at Mayday, who was chewing on her million strawberries, not caring about a thing in the world. She met his eye and Miguel gave a wink. "Mmm... She's fine. You... however..." he purred in your ear, "que deliciosa, querida."

Hearing him hopefully compliment you in his maternal language made you weak in the knees. He was still in the same position, hands exploring your thighs, mouth latched onto your neck, but the more you felt him feel you. the more your body exploded. A strap of your dress fell down your shoulder and Miguel took it as an invitation to expand his territory. "Look at you..." he mumbled as his nose touched the crook of your neck, moving toward your shoulder. As gently as he could, Miguel sunk his fangs into your flesh, biting you. You instantly gasped, clutching his arm tightly. You were so glad your other arm hadn't broken into pieces. You had to regain your balance. You were as malleable as pancake batter in Miguel's hands. He brought his face close to yours, taking a long look at you, and kissed your lips. You could taste the sweet residue on his lips. His lips moved with yours, perfectly in sync. Unwilling to be patient, Miguel forced your mouth open and slid his tongue inside. He traced his hand down your thigh, the other holding you in place. He went to the one place you were hoping he would. Slowly and and incredibly seductively, his fingers crept inside your dress, reaching your panties. The heat between your legs made him immensely happy. Taking his sweet time, kissing you, he made his way inside, fingertips hovering over your throbbing core. He stopped kissing you and took another good look at you. He loved what he saw: you looking up at him, eyes beady and eager, lips pink and swollen, cheeks blushing shamelessly, neck damp with sweat, his marks all over you, chest heaving, shoulder exposed, thighs spread and his hand in between your legs. You whimpered a little and he asked, "Yes?" You shook your head, not wanting him to stop. And he didn't. His fingers invaded you, once, twice, swiping at your wet skin. You let out a euphoric sigh, closing your eyes and arching your back. Miguel devoured the sight of you. He did nothing but touch you and watch you respond to him so erotically. His gaze pierced through and through. You were so delicate. Hearing you relish his touch only made him want you more. And if there was one thing Miguel was absolutely sure of, was that he always got what he wanted. He felt your grip tighten on his arm as you neared your climax. Miguel deepened his movements, aligning the pace to the point of perfection. He watched you hold back on a throaty moan, really wishing you were alone and undisturbed so he could hear how much you enjoyed him. He felt you come, his fingers soaking in as much as they could. It made him go feral. Wishing he didn't have to, Miguel took his hand out, meeting your eye. He then did the one thing that turned you on wildly. He licked his fingers, tasting you, a small smirk plastered on his smug face. "Buenísimo..." he whispered. When he finally stepped back, you felt the absence of his magnetic pull and stood upright, steadying yourself. Before you even had the time to process what had just happened, Miguel pulled you by your waist and guided you toward the bedroom. Oh, this is happening... you thought. "Mayday, you're in charge. Go wild," Miguel instructed, winking at the child, who leapt out of her seat, pulling down her spider-beanie. Miguel ushered you inside, took his shirt off in a swift motion, and locked the door behind him.

#miguel o'hara #babysitter #miguel #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #mayday #smut #hot #Spotify

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sturniolosugar · 3 months

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DAMAGED PT 5.

pairing y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: Y/N is in a toxic relationship with her boyfriend named Gio. She meets someone named Chris and ends up in a fucked up situation. She’s fighting herself internally and struggles to try to keep her emotions and actions in check.

warnings: none??

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4 pt6 pt7

I wake up to the feeling of hands being ran through my hair. I open my eyes and look over and Chris smiles. I smile back and he pulls me into him. “Good morning ma” Chris says in his raspy morning voice while holding me. “Good morning. Sorry I fell asleep last night I was genuinely so fucked up” I say chuckling remembering that I definitely lost count of how many shots I took last night. “It’s okay I ended up falling asleep shortly after you.” He says while continuing to run his hands through my hair. “I need to go home and shower” I say looking up into his eyes. “Your bogus, why are you always trying to run away from me?” Chris says sarcastically. I sigh and smile. “I’m not. I just know that I don’t even have to look in the mirror right now to know that I look absolutely crazy. I need to shower” I say out loud but telling myself in my head that I wish could stay here in his bed with him forever. “You don’t look crazy. You always look good. I told you this last night” Chris says. My heart beat stops momentarily from remembering the moment that we had in the bathroom last night. I sit there in my own head as the memories from last night cross over my mind. The way his touch felt, the way he stared into my soul, the way he pressed our bodies together. The way I had to make up an excuse to get out of the bathroom with him because I knew if I didn’t things could of escalated really quickly. “What are you thinking about?” Chris asks making me snap out of my thoughts. I just smile and shake my head. “I need to shower” I say. Chris sighs and rolls his eyes dramatically.

I made Chris take me home so I could shower and rejuvenate myself from last night. I wasn’t that hungover but I definitely didn’t feel the best when I woke up this morning. Some time has passed and it’s now evening time. I’m laying down in my bed watching Netflix when all the sudden I get an add on Snapchat. I look to see who it is and it’s an add from “Mia”. The add says “by search”. Who the fuck is Mia? And why is she adding me? I add her back and text her asking how she got my snap. She opens my snap and doesn’t reply. A couple seconds go by before she sends me a snap. I open the snap to see her in Chris’s room. I see Chris shirtless and in grey sweatpants sitting on the end of his bed. My heart sinks. Jealousy spikes and my stomach flips upside down. He’s with another girl. I don’t reply to her snap and set my phone down. I stare up at the ceiling. I’m so stupid. I don’t even have a right to be jealous, we’re not even together. This is why I told myself not to spend to much time with him because I knew I would get attached. My eyes fill with tears and I debate wether to block Chris or not. He really is the only friend I have. But I can’t be friends with him at this point. Not when I have to fight myself everyday to try and convince myself that I don’t have feelings for him. Maybe Gio was right. Maybe he was just trying to have sex with me and ghost me. Im feeling so many emotions at once but I thank myself in my head for not having sex with Chris. Because I would feel even worse right now If I did. But thank god I never let it happen. I open my camera roll and stare at the pictures that we took and sent to Gio. I feel like such a fool. Tears stream down my face as I stare at the pictures of me and Chris.

The next day.

I haven’t heard from Chris all day. He’s probably with that girl Mia still. Or whatever other girl he wants to be with. I haven’t stopped thinking about him. I still haven’t decided if I should just ghost him or not. Maybe it’s for the best if I do.

Im sitting down watching tik tok as I get a text from Chris. “Hey ma wyd? You tryna hang?” The text reads. I shake my head and sigh as I leave him on read. A couple minutes go by before he texts again. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” the text says. I leave him on read again. I can’t get myself to text back. I can’t. I don’t even know how. I don’t know how to pretend like I don’t have feelings for him anymore. 2 minutes go by before another text comes across my phone. “Y/n stop playing. If you keep leaving me on read I’ll show up to your house.” I stare down at the message before leaving him on read again. A few seconds go by before my phone starts to ring. It’s Chris. I watch my phone ring and then shut my phone off completely. I can’t do this. I have to ghost him. It’s for the best. I turn my tv on and start to watch Netflix. I lay down in my bed trying to focus on the show but my mind keeps drifting and thinking of Chris. I should of known better. I should of knew someone like him had hoes. I shouldn’t have been so delusional. I try to shift my focus on the show. I watch the show for about 20 minutes before I hear a knock at my front door. My heart drops. I get out of my bed and quickly walk to my front door. I open the door and to my surprise Chris is standing outside. He looks at me with a concerned face. “What are you doing here?” I ask confused. “I told you that I was gonna show up at your house if you kept leaving me on read. What’s wrong ma?” He says taking a step towards me.

“Chris I think it’s best if you go.” I say feeling sadness fill up my body. “Why? Did I do something wrong? Do you have someone here? What’s wrong?” He says with a confused expression on his face. “Chris I just… it’s best if we’re not around each-other anymore. I’m sorry.” I say trying to hold back tears. “What. No. I’m not letting you push me away. What’s wrong? Just talk to me y/n what’s wrong?” He says stepping even closer to me. “Yesterday a girl named Mia added me on snap by search. She sent me a picture of you shirtless at the end of your bed. It’s okay that you have hoes and stuff but I just don’t think-” I say but am interrupted by Chris. “Wait. Your trying to cut me off because of Mia?” Chris says chuckling and smiling. What the fuck is so funny? This isn’t funny, my heart hurts. “I’m trying to cut you off yes” I say irritated now that he’s laughing in my face when I’m clearly not okay. He shakes his head and pulls out his phone. The fuck? I hear the sound of him FaceTiming someone. I’m so confused what is he doing? “Hey what’s up whore?” A girl says answering his FaceTime call. “Y/n I want you to meet my cousin Mia.” He says smiling and facing the camera towards me. A wave of embarrassment comes over my body and I feel my face get hot.

“Hi” I say into the phone. “Hey girl I tried adding you on snap yesterday. Chris gave me your snap. He told me he thinks that we would get along.” She says smiling. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed right now. “Ohh, sorry I left you on read yesterday I was busy” I say making an excuse of why I left her on read. “It’s okay girl. Your so pretty.” She says. I look over at Chris and he’s just smiling. Chris moves the camera back to him “okay I gotta go but I just wanted y’all to meet” Chris says before they exchange goodbyes and hanging up. He crosses his arms and smiles. “So are you gonna cut me off because I was with my cousin” he says smiling. I shake my head and look down smiling as embarrassment hits me once again.

He pulls me into him and wraps his arms around me. I let out a sigh as I feel relieved. “You were jealous because you thought I was having some random chick over huh?” Chris says and smirks. “No. I just-” I say trying to lie but he interrupts me once again. “Yeah yeah save the lies ma. Do you wanna hang out now? I missed you” he says smiling. I shake my head and walk inside my house and he follows behind me.

It’s been a couple hours of talking and chilling with eachother. “Do you wanna go do some crazy shit?” Chris says out of the blue. “What do you mean? Like what?” I ask curiously. “Let’s go swimming at the beach.” He says smiling. “It’s literally 10 pm Chris.” I respond. “And?” He says shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t even have a bathing suit that fits anymore. I haven’t went swimming in like 2 years.” I say truthfully. “Ill wear my boxers and you can just wear your underwear and bra.” He says trying to convince me to go. “Fuck it I guess” I say agreeing.

We pull into the parking lot at the beach and get out of the vehicle. Chris comes around to my side of the vehicle and smiles at me. He pulls off his shirt and I pull my shirt off as well. He pulls down his sweatpants and is now in just his boxers. I scan his body quickly trying not to stare at him like a fucking creep. I look down at my shorts and get nervous. He’s never seen me in just underwear and a bra. I look back up at him and freeze feeling nervous. “You can wear your shorts into the water if you’ll be more comfortable” He says. “No it’s okay” I respond before sliding my shorts off. He looks my body up and down while smiling. He pulls me into him making our bodies press together. Skin to skin contact feels so good with him. “Are you ready?” He asks. “Mhm” I respond. He grabs my hand and we start running onto the sand towards the water. It’s dark and the only light is the moonlight shining down on us.

We throw ourselves into the water and swim out of the shallow part. The air is filled with laughs and giggles between us. I splash Chris and he splashes the water back at me. He grabs my body and pulls his hands under my thighs causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. I smile from the amount of adrenaline I have from being in the freezing water and also feeling his touch. He smiles at me and stares into my eyes. I look up and see the most beautiful brightest stars in the sky. “The stars are so beautiful” I say while looking up at them. Chris looks up and takes in the view of the stars. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many stars before. “They are beautiful, but not as beautiful as you.” Chris says looking down from the stars and making our eyes lock. I smile and tilt my head. “Your beautiful too” I say as his hands are still wrapped under my thighs holding me against him. The cold water causes me to get goosebumps and the only warmness I feel in the moment is Chris’s body heat. We both sit there for a moment staring into each others eyes. I could stare into his eyes 24/7. “If I died yesterday I would die happy knowing I got to do this with you.” Chris says smiling. God. He’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of. “Me too” I say smiling. There’s a moment of silence as our eyes are locked on one another before he pushes his lips into mine. There it was. That was the feeling I have craved and searched for my entire life. My hands make their way up to his wet strands of hair as I kiss him back. The kiss is gentle and slow. He deepens the kiss but still making sure it’s slow. As each kiss gets more sloppy and more passionate I feel myself lose myself in his lips. My hands run through his hair and he shows sign of becoming more needy. I want this moment to last forever.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smutt #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #fanfic #fandom #sturniolo smut #smut #spotify

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hhighkey · 7 months

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Minor Feelings // PREVIEW!!

Shanks (opla/anime) x OC (female)

Rating: overall will be mature

Story Will Contain: live action implied, age gap, OC had been kidnapped n shanks found her, arranged marriages, eventual smut, wild ass families

notes, eeeh love this preview ,, trying to decide whether to focus on this fic or my mihawk one

Masterlist, vote for which i should focus on here

Two days went by before Marisol's eyelids finally began to flutter, her extremities slowly stretching outwards like a cat. Twitching fingers attempting to grasp at the unfamiliar plush bedding that surrounded her as tiny mewls left her lips. The next thing she noticed was the sound of waves, the sound of a bell ringing in the distance. Then a scent of fresh pine sparked her brain into overdrive, nose contorting in confusion as tingles ran down her spine.

Her morning bliss, gone within mere seconds—an obvious, heavy gaze had been focused on her form and she finally felt it. Alarm bells went off inside her head. Freezing under the blankets, fear tickled from top to bottom as she thought through the sudden situation. This wasn't the bed or room she'd gone to sleep in. And her gut instincts ran rampant with no sense of fight or flight- no sense of if she were safe or in danger. And as her breathing grew heavier turning into quick gasps, it alerted the figure in the corner she was properly conscious.

"You're awake." a thick, gravelly voice she couldn't register spoke, "been a few days, was gettin' worried," the man continued, "couldn't have ya dyin' in my bed."

She debated staying under the covers with the false pretense of protection- If I can't see him he can't see me. But if she'd learned anything about disobedience during her long 24 years of life, was it never ended well. Yet her thirst for adventure and answers always won out in the end. So slowly her grip on the blankets tightened as she pulled them from over her head, letting her face feel the cooler air of the room. It took a second to adjust to the light streaming in from the windows, but when she did, what Marisol saw made her sigh in defeat—

Red hair. A large man with claw marks over an eye. Her stomach dropped as he readjusted his position from where he sat giving her a better look of him. Quickly her mouth ran dry as her brain wracked every conversation she'd had of renown pirates.

Marisol's heavy and still sleep ridden eyes widen in fear, surprise, as she scoots backwards on the bed create more distance between them. Realization dawned. An emperor of the sea was staring her down with dark eyes, and it made her blood run cold. Maybe all along, he'd been the one to plot her kidnapping and simply waited to show his face. Waited until she was broken down.

"So you know who I am." smugness reeked from the smirk on this lips.

She nodded slowly, dazed and still waking up.

"And you are?"

Clearing her throat she croaked out, "I'm Marisol." but wouldn't he already know that?

"Shanks," he replied, leaning back and crossing his arms across his large chest. The top few buttons of his shirt undone, showed muscle underneath that drew her eyes in with shame.

"Why did you take me?"

For a second, he looked perplexed, "take you?" he hummed, "I mean, suppose I did take you from that ship of ridiculously stupid pirates... you wanted to be there?"

"What- no! I-" clammy fingers squeeze together, warmth rising to her cheeks as she grew flustered, body literally shaking from the overwhelming-ness of the situation, "I'm confused."

"You and me both mama, now what were y'doin' locked in a room on that ship of ragtags? They had no business tryin' to board us I can tell you that."

Marisol grimaced as she placed her head in her hands, bringing her knees to her chest. The wheels in her head turned. She needed to think fast- needed to seem genuine in her confusion without revealing too much, not that she wasn't confused. Because, while she didn't understand why pirates came for her, she also understood her Father's unfortunate stature had everything to do with it. And Marisol can't afford for the extremely wanted pirate in front of her to find out her surname. But the panic in her chest made it easy, because she felt she were being swallowed whole.

"I don't even know what day it is. Or what part of the sea I'm in... don't even know how long I've been gone." Marisol's voice was so quiet that Shanks wasn't sure he'd heard her correct. Like a little child in trouble mumbling apologies, the dejection was written all over her.

"I think I understand now." sighing, Shanks got up with a grunt and made his way over to his bed where the strange girl sat. She looked up to follow his movements- watched as he kneeled beside the bed, only an arms length or two away, "it's August 20th."

An incessant ringing reverberated in her ears. Marisol felt her surroundings go blurry, numbness taking over, "fuck," is all she could mutter. The musk of pine invaded her senses as she prodded her fingers into her temple, "it was July 11th yesterday.."

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pavlovianfuckery · 1 month

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lets be mean to dream 2: electric boogaloo

i can't be the only one who has wanted to hook Dream up to an e-stim unit and zap him until his galaxy-brain turns to mush, right? bone apple tea, i guess?

3.3k of filth under the cut, enjoy!

The way he trusted you would probably never cease to amaze you. Not blindly or without the occasional teasing remark but he did, even if you sometimes treated him a little bit like a science project, especially in the bedroom. Lately one of your favorite pastimes had been introducing him to what one might call the many wonders of modern living. Morpheus himself however seemed to prefer calling it "your inexplicable fondness for lewd objects". But since he was in turn fond of you, it usually worked itself out.

At the end of the day you were just glad for the moments he'd spend with you, both in and out of the bedroom. Here in this little bubble you share, he doesn't have to carry all the weight of who he is. All he needs to be is yours, nothing more or less than that. And if for those small snippets of time he could relax a bit and just feel, all the better. Gods knew that if anyone needed a break, it was him.

You weren't sure how he'd react this time, but you were equal parts eager and nervous to find out.

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It takes a few days until you see him again, so by the time he visits you in the Waking you've half forgotten about the unassuming black bag on your nightstand. You'd been debating with yourself how to bring it up, or if you even should. While he'd yet to refuse you, what you had in mind this time would push him, perhaps a bit too much. The decision is soon out of your hands because he notices it the minute he enters your bedroom. He doesn't ask what's inside though, simply giving it an apprehensive look.

"You are in a gaming mood tonight, I see."

There's not much point denying it, so you wrap your arms around his waist and give him a quick kiss.

"Maybe." You grin at him, though inwardly you're still not quite sure about this. Maybe going out and buying those extras was putting the cart in front of the horse? "I wanted to try something a bit different tonight."

"You know that I would deny you nothing, my sweet."

That nearly makes you wince, because he clearly has no idea what he's in for.

"Maybe don't make me any promises just yet," you laugh, taking his hand. "Come to bed?"

He follows you so eagerly, it almost makes you feel a bit bad. Only almost though, because this could potentially be fun. Not wanting to get ahead of yourself you sit down and pat the covers next to you.

"Well?" He looks at you expectantly as he joins you there, lips twitching into a small smile. "It is not quite like you to be this secretive." His eyes are full of mirth as he continues, "Should I perhaps be worried that you have planned something nefarious?"

That's one of the things you love about him, the way he knows exactly how to put you at ease with nothing but a few words. You take a deep breath and let it out through your nose.

"That's not the word I'd use, but maybe it's better if I show you." You scoot back a bit and grab the bag, placing it between you. It's quick work to get it open and lay some of the items out on the covers.

"Is this what you were worried to show me?" He picks up some of the cables and frowns in what for him is very apparent confusion. "Pieces of string and..." He picks up another part and turns it around in his hands, "a box?"

Oh, this will be fun.

"It's not just any box, "you're tempted to waggle your eyebrows at him as you continue, "it's a magical box."

"A magical box."

Between his deadpan delivery and obvious scepticism, you can't quite hold back a snort.

"Ok, it's not magical. It can make you feel really good though." You shift on the bed, already imagining all the things you want to do to him.

"And you wish to use it on me, I assume?" He doesn't sound disinterested so far, which makes your stomach fill with hopeful butterflies.

"Yeah. Kind of a lot. If you want, of course." You inwardly cross your fingers as he considers it.

"Very well." He eyes the items laid out between you again and continues, "Though I am afraid that I am quite at a loss as to how you would use most of these items."

"You don't need to worry about that part, let me handle that." You lean forward and kiss the corner of his mouth, smiling as you hook a finger in the neckline of his shirt and give it a small pull. "The clothes need to go, though."

You don't think you'll ever get bored of watching him undress. Even here in the Waking he could simply magic his clothes away, but he barely ever does, preferring to take his time. Just the sight of the lean muscles of his back flexing as he pulls his t-shirt over his head is enough to make your mouth water. He doesn't usually deliberately put on a show, he doesn't need to. But he must be in a particularly good mood because he really takes his time today. Especially when he bends over to pull his jeans off his legs, making you choke on your own spit. You try to keep your cough discreet, but it doesn't work very well.

"Are you quite alright, my sweet?" His tone is airy and nonchalant, but you know that he knows exactly what he's doing. One of these days he very well could be the death of you.

"I'm fine," you clear your throat, "absolutely fantastic."

Finally, he joins you on the bed, the very picture of leisure as he stretches out on his side next to you. For a moment you almost forget what the plan was, he's that distracting. Right. Less ogling, more setting up. As you rifle through the bag you have a thought.

"Can I tie you up, too?" You hastily add, "Just a little bit?"

"Why would you need to do that?"

You debate how to respond to that but settle on something that's very nearly the truth.

"This is easier if you stay still, so things don't move too much."

He seems to take exception to that and scoffs.

"I am perfectly capable of staying still, I assure you."

"Well..." You tap your lip thoughtfully, "It's not that I don't think you can't, I just don't want you to, I don't know, roll over and make me zap you by mistake or something."

"I see." He watches as you wrangle the cables. "How would you have me then?"

"On your back is fine." You swear under your breath as you hit a knot and start picking it out, careful not to break anything. "There are a few parts to make this work, so I hope you can indulge me for a bit."

"As opposed to my usual uncharitable disposition?" He's clearly teasing you, but he's got a point.

You finally manage to get the cables straightened out and connected to the right channels.

"There we go, that's that done. So now I'm just going to connect these here..." you grab a couple of plain rubber rings from the collection scattered on the bed, "and then..." You rifle through the box until you find what you're looking for. "One of these."

The plug is modestly sized, the only thing setting it apart is the shape, with a sweeping curve and bulbous tip.

"You should be able to handle this one, right?" You're sure he can, but you figure it's only polite to ask. When you show it to him, he looks less than impressed.

"As I am sure you can recall, you have had me with larger before." It's not quite an eye-roll, but it's not not that, either.

"That isn't why I'm asking, but I see your point." You connect it too, then put the box to the side for the moment. Giving the bag another rifling through, you come out with what looks like a small syringe, sans needle. "This next bit can be a bit messy, but bear with me for just a bit longer?"

Thankfully, filling the syringe up with conductive gel is a much quicker process, and in a minute you've got it ready, giving his hip a poke with your finger.

"Turn over a bit for me?" He obeys readily enough, letting you slide the slim instrument into him easily. When you press the plunger down, he gives a little hiss. "Sorry, that's cold, isn't it?"

"By some miracle, I am sure I shall survive," He responds dryly.

That earns him a pinch on the backside as you pull the syringe out.

"The cheek of you! Watch the attitude or you might be sorry in a minute."

That catches his interest.

"Oh, will I now?" He turns over and props himself up on his elbows, eyes gleaming.

Definitely.

"Maybe." You retrieve some padded cuffs from one of the drawers of the nightstand and dangle them in front of him. "Do these meet His Majesty's approval?"

"They do. What is your wish?" He lays back, arms above his head and crossed at the wrist, "Like this, perhaps?"

"Almost. Let me." You attach the cuffs to either side of the headboard and guide his wrists to where you want them, pressing a tender kiss to each one before strapping him in. Making sure that the restraints are tight but not overly so, you stroke his hair. "You good?"

"Yes."

That's good enough, so you start lubing the plug up as he watches you with interest. When you're satisfied with the amount, you tap the side of his knee. "Lift for me."

Sliding the plug into place makes his eyelashes flutter, his breath speeding up by the tiniest fraction as his cock stirs to life. You can't quite resist lapping at him, sucking him into your mouth until he grows fully hard there, throbbing on your tongue.

Sliding the rings on him is a bit fiddlier but eventually you get them in place, one going around both his shaft and balls, the other nestled right behind his tip. It's the first time he's let you do something like this, and the sight of his cock this way is mesmerizing.

"Still good?" Applying more of the gel, you make sure there are no dry spots under the rings. When he still doesn't respond you trace your finger around his tip, just barely touching but enough to make him pay attention.

"...Yes."

"Great!" You turn the box on. "How does this feel?" Turning it up to the lowest setting, you watch him carefully.

"Different, but...not unpleasant."

You turn it back down and fiddle with the settings for a few seconds, setting it to a slow wave pattern before turning it back up, a tad higher this time."How about this?"

That gets a reaction, his brow furrowing and his mouth falling open.

"That is...good."

He lets a quiet groan as you turn it up a bit more, his cock starting to ever so slightly throb in time with the pulses, a bead of precum forming at his tip. You settle in next to him, just watching him for a few moments. This might be the most vulnerable you've ever seen him, and you're enjoying every minute of it. Running your hand across his chest you consider turning it up some more, but decide against it for now, instead gently circling one of his nipples with your fingers. Rubbing the pad of your finger across it rewards you with a small moan.

"You like that?" Without waiting for a response you do it again, watching it stiffen under your touch. Every time you rub him he lets out a small gasp, but he seems too focused on the sensations to reply. You flick your tongue over his nipple and blow on it gently, watching the goosebumps erupt all over his pale skin. "Hello? Earth to Dream?"

"Do that again."

"Do what again? This?" This time you do turn the power up and watch as his cock throbs even more, leaking freely now. "Or did you mean this?" You make your tongue broad and flat, dragging it over his nipple before gently sucking the rosy little nub into your mouth.

That makes him grip the sheets, knuckles white. Despite his earlier confidence, he isn't very still at all, hips starting to arch off the bed. Not ready for this to be over too quickly you dial the power back down, but not turning it off. As he eases back down you kiss his shoulder, admiring the blush slowly creeping across his skin, all the way down his chest.

"You should see yourself right now," you sigh, stroking his hair, "you're so beautiful like this, so perfect. You want more?"

Rather than respond he simply leans into your touch, breath heavy.

"I'll take that as a yes, then." This time you turn it up a smidge higher than before, making him arch off the bed again. Watching his cock throb, you count to ten pulses before turning it back down again. You give him a moment to recover, then do it again, this time counting to twenty before turning it back down, leaving him squirming. For a while you simply repeat the process over and over, up, down, ten, twenty. You’re not sure how long it goes on for, but for every cycle he falls apart a bit more, until he’s nearly vibrating off the bed. "Still good, or do you want me to stop?" You eye his dribbling cock with something like pity. “We can take a break, if you want.”

"Don't..." His lips are red and a bit swollen where he's been worrying at them with his teeth, his voice breathless, "Don't stop, not yet."

"Think you can come like this?" You watch as he rolls his hips, his legs opening and closing.

"I think...I..." He swallows and frowns, "Perhaps, I want...I...."

"Want to try?" You're pretty sure you've never seen him struggle for words before. Usually, he's the one picking you apart until you can hardly speak, not the other way around.

"Yes," he nods, almost panting, "yes..."

You turn the machine up again, higher still. Glancing at the display you can see that it's only at 45% power so far, but he's already chasing it, his almost frantic movements leaving the bedding in a crumpled heap at the foot of the bed. This time you get count to thirty, but he can't quite get there, collapsing back against the pillows in a frustrated heap, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes.

"I can't," he gasps, "I want, I can't...please..."

"Shhh, relax, let me help you," you kiss his cheek, tasting his tears. "Tell me what you need."

Feeling a bit evil you sneakily keep your fingers on the dials, slowly increasing the strength as he tries to speak, making his words come out in fits and starts.

"Again, your mouth, I..."

The meaning is clear enough, but you watch him struggle for a few moments more just because you can. When you put your hands on him his skin is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and the taste of it floods your mouth as you suck his nipple into your mouth again and swirl your tongue over it. Giving the other one some attention as well, you hear his whispered pleas turning louder, growing more urgent as you give him a little pinch.

It's mostly a litany of please, making it clear that for once he's completely lost in sensation, no other thought in that pretty head of his except for pleasure. It doesn't take long for his breaths to become uneven, the 'please' turning into oh, more drawn out for every pulse until he lets go, scrabbling for purchase in the sheets as he finally comes, his release drawn from him in thick bursts. You regret not being able to see him properly, especially when you feel a few stray droplets hit your cheek, because that’s just plain impressive. When his orgasm finally starts subsiding, you reduce the output down to zero, but not turning it off.

"Still with me?"

"I...yes." It's hesitant and a bit breathless, but that's probably to be expected.

"That's good," You brush away a few stray hairs sticking to his forehead. "Look how well you did, love."

Taking a few moments you kneel between his splayed legs and pat him dry with a soft towel as you check the connections, adding some fresh gel to ensure that there are no hot spots. "By the way," you give the base of the plug a few experimental wiggles, rocking it into him a couple of times, "did I tell you my favourite thing about this machine?" Grinning at him you fiddle with the controls, changing the pattern from a slow wave to an alternating pulse, without turning it up just yet. "It's probably better if I show you I think."

When he catches on to what you're doing, he starts fighting the restraints.

"You..." As you start increasing the output he falls back against the pillows again, eyes a bit unfocused as the current bounces between his prostate and his still sensitive cock. "Oh, you cruel creature..."

"That's not very nice," you tut, stroking his thigh. Craning your neck, you can only just catch a glimpse of the base of the plug moving as he contracts around it.

"Release me," he groans, but there's no real force behind his words. Those aren't even the right words, anyway. He could end this at any time, and you both know it. Instead you slowly turn the power up, watching as his soft cock twitches and leaks all over his pale stomach.

"Too much," he gasps, thrashing and pulling on the cuffs again.

"Does it hurt?" You hover your finger over the controls, ready to cut the power just in case.

"No," he moans, face twisted in pleasure as he all but humps the air, his words coming out slurred and messy. "Keep...more."

That makes no sense, but you get the gist. Checking the settings it's still not turned up terribly high, so you kick it up a few notches more until you've got him writhing like an eel in a hot pan, completely uncaring about the pathetic sounds running from his mouth. He doesn't get hard again but that doesn't matter because he spills for you again anyway, a pitiful sound caught high in his throat. There's barely enough to fill a thimble this time around and when you finally cut the power he sinks into the bed, completely limp.

"You alright?" You quickly get to work cleaning him up, gently removing the plug and sliding the rings off his cock before undoing the cuffs, massaging his wrists as you do so. When he doesn't respond right away you almost start to worry that perhaps you'd taken it a bit too far, but then he blinks slowly up at you.

"I...believe so."

This is probably the most relaxed you've ever seen him, and you can't entirely suppress a giggle as you snuggle in close, one arm thrown across his waist.

"Good. So," you trace the curve of his hip idly, "can I ask you something?"

"If it is in my power to answer, then I shall," he murmurs, taking your hand in his and twining your fingers together.

"Okay. So..." You twirl a lock of his hair around your finger. "Is my 'fondness for lewd objects' still inexplicable to you?" As you wait for him to answer, you trail a line of small kisses from his shoulder and up the side of his neck. When he eventually responds, it's with a deep sigh.

"Perhaps not."

#dream of the endless x reader #morpheus x reader #sandman x reader #sandman x you #sandman smut #dream of the endless smut #the sandman fanfiction #my shitty shitty writing (affectionate)

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oletus-manors-log · 1 year

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OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ How interesting! I never manage to dig deep into Frederick myself, but he seems like an interesting fellow. His mannerisms do tend to contradict each other, although I won't lie, the music he composes is very nice to listen to.

Anyway, before I start rambling again, here it is, @tartalimispapas ! I hope that I didn't took too long writing this— believe me, people watching and observing him in matches and out of it can be conflicting, not to mention the chaos in the manor. It gives me a headache sometimes... ”

Insomniac Troubles - Frederick Kreiburg

There are certain things that you have trouble with, even after living in the manor for as long as you've remembered.

One being that you have trouble with matches.

And the other being insomnia.

You were one of the few survivors in the manor that has trouble sleeping. It's almost like a curse for you, considering that it costs you during matches when you're being chased by the hunters. The amount of times Emily had to talk to you about your sleep schedule was also another thing, but you weren't going to tell her about your problem.

There were others that do share your pain in staying up late, like Naib, for instance. Aesop was also another survivor you've seen staying up due to this issue, but it seems that the two have managed to resolve it. How? You don't know.

You weren't exactly close to them, anyhow.

As you woke up once again, you found yourself lying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You've pondered if you could even ask anyone for help on this matter. Although you aren't close with the others, you at least know that some wouldn't mind helping you, like Emily or even Ada.

...

They must surely be asleep, though. I should find a way to tire myself out without disturbing them.

With that thought in mind, you pushed yourself out of the bed, perhaps so to get your body moving. It could be a double-edged sword for you and you could end up feeling more active finding ways to tire yourself out, but in your mind, it'll be worth the effort.

All you have to do is find a way to get tired and lull yourself to sleep. That's it.

...

It has been 20 minutes when you got out of the room to walk around the area, your body still in that sluggish state. It was a bit difficult for you to really do much, and the rooms you've visited were empty.

A sure sign that no one is awake.

It was making you feel more and more tired, which may sound good... But no, it wasn't in the sense that you want to head back and sleep in your room. It was more to the fact you're getting more and more annoyed at seeing no one around to help you sleep.

People often talked about how they feel cranky when they wake up, and now, you can understand why they would say that.

The more you walked around, the more the frustration seem to build up. At this point, if you can't find somewhere to keep your mind occupied, you'd—

...

A song seem to echo on the hall as you stepped in, making you stop in your tracks.

It sounded... Faint, yes, but nice. Almost enchanting.

For a moment, you debated investigating what was up. There were certain things you aren't so certain, and especially with thinking who is playing music in such an hour. Maybe it was someone haunting the halls at this time with how enchanting it is, or maybe it is something else and you aren't aware of?

Well, it could be those things, or it can be a musician- Antonio was unable to play the piano, that you knew, but... Who else, then?

...

Ahh, this will keep you up at night. Maybe it's best you investigate what is going on, then.

With a new task in mind, you went off to see what it was. The music was still playing, so in that sense, maybe you will be able to figure out who it is and even ask if they can tell you what song it is.

Although, while the song was playing, the creaks of the floorboards sounded like it wasn't there as you went to investigate. Alongside that, it also helped you feel more and more at ease— the song was played beautifully, each note sounding like they belong in its rightful place, and even down to its various pauses and dips of its tone.

Safe to say, it was enchanting.

You stumbled a few times when you reached the room where it was being played, the melody growing louder and louder. It feels like it was pulling you in its embrace, and it didn't help but amplify it's effects when you stepped in the room.

It seems you have ended up in the ballroom, the instruments laid aside on the side of the stage. Although the place was devoid of life, you could tell someone was playing the piano from their place.

As you turned your gaze into the sight of the piano, you couldn't help but see the man that was playing.

The light from the lantern showed you his features: his platinum blonde hair was styled in a low ponytail, strands framing his face evenly while his eyes were focused onto the sheet. He didn't even have his pink coat with him, opting to wear a white dress shirt as he played the song on the piano.

The melody simply continued on as you felt your body sway, your footsteps growing lighter as you listlessly went over to listen. Although, you didn't expect him to stop playing to turn and see you.

...

Ah.

This is awkward.

You both stared in place as the music came to a sudden stop, the silence enveloping you both in a rather... Tense grip. You felt like the previous drowsiness you had vanish, only to be replaced with the chill and embarrassment of being found out.

Uh oh.

You hesitated for a moment before you turned around to leave, mumbling a "sorry", but you paused when the musician coughed.

"... Sorry, did you hear me play?"

His voice sounded soft and melodic, much like his song, you noted. Though, you did turned back to face him before nodding.

"Yes. It sounds... Nice, though," you answered, giving him a smile in return. "Can you play it again?" you asked, taking one step forward as you watched his reaction.

He paused, perhaps... Debating on whether to continue. After a while, he nodded and gestured for you to sit down, raising his hands to continue playing.

As he began to play the song, the room began to fill with the melody you heard when you were looking for something to tire yourself out. As he continued to play, you observed his reaction.

The way his eyes seem to flutter close as he continued to play, the smile stretching to his lips as he seem lost in his world, and even down to his fingers glide through the keys of the instrument.

It was mesmerizing. Captivating, even.

And it roped you in.

It didn't took long until you felt your body sway, your eyes fluttering close as the song reached it's peak bit by bit. Letting out a soft yawn, you relaxed and leaned onto the instrument, a smile stretching your lips.

No word can describe the feeling you had listening to his song, and for once, you didn't have to.

The moment the song's conclusion came, Frederick's fingers lifted itself from the keys, his eyes opening to turn towards where you've been seated. He could've said something, but he stopped upon seeing the relaxed look on your face.

Ah...

The fact that you fell asleep while listening to him play was... Surprising. Was the song so good, or were you that tired when you got to the ballroom?

He didn't knew. But maybe he can ask you tomorrow, when you both meet again.

The composer moved to stand up from his spot in the piano, and with a swift turn, he leaned down to grab one of your arms to wrap around him. The other free hand reached over for the lantern, just so that he wouldn't trip over anything in the dark.

With that, he trudged on to the survivor's wing, sealing a sleepless night such as this on a positive note.

#✎ . . . 「 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙍 」 ➠ ❝ Frederick Kreiburg ❞#✎ . . . 「 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 」 ➠ ❝ long-fics ❞#✎ . . . 「 𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙀𝙉𝙏 ! 」 ➠ ❝ answered ❞#identityv #identity v #identity v writing #identity v frederick #idv composer #frederick kreiburg x reader #identity v x reader #identity v x you #frederick kreiburg x you #idv #idv survivor #identity v survivor

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siconetribal · 2 years

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 1

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 (I promise I'll write Marvel something soon!)

Warning: General/vague mention of harassment

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

I had zero intention of writing this little piece. I was set to write something else entirely…and yet this is where my hands led me with the keyboard. I really hope you like it, I'm debating if I should make other parts do this. Please let me know!

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

The bright sunlight was blaring and loud as it pierced through his eyelids. The steady pounding of the kick drum with the bass cranked up to max followed the rude awakening. What did he ever do to the giant burning ball of gas to punish him? There’s no way the series of poor choices from last night that included, but was not limited to; the pitchers of liquor he imbibed with his friends and brothers was the reason behind this torture.

The fuck did I do to you, asshole? A great first night of vacation obviously includes drinking until you’re speaking in colors. Jason Todd squeezed his eyes shut, covering them with a hand to try to block out more of the offending element that assaulted his senses. “Damn, maybe I shouldn’t have that last stein.” He croaked in a deep and gravelly voice. Leaving it be, he turned away from the window and swung his arm across the king bed. His eyes flung open, and his body instantly sat up as his trained reflexes kicked in through the pain.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my room?” He winced at the sound of his own voice that loudly echoed like a megaphone held to his ear. The other person jerked up at the sound of his voice, the messy mop of hair obscuring their face until they pushed it away to reveal two sleepy and confused eyes. Jason glared at the stranger beside him as he tried to make sense of the situation. Ending up in bed with an attractive young woman was nothing foreign, it was the lack of recollection of bringing a woman to his room that set his vigilance on high alert. Blinking, she looked left and right a few times as she forced herself to sit up in bed.

“Woah there, you shouldn’t move around so much and try to keep your voice down. I’m surprised you’re coherent enough to move so quickly.” The stranger reached out and helped steady his swaying body, much to his embarrassment. “Also, this isn’t your room.”

What does she mean by this isn’t my room? There were two things that were clear in this haze of confusion, One, he had no idea who she was. Two, he had no idea where he was. “Easy, big guy,” he muttered under his breath in hopes to dampen the rave that was currently in full swing in his skull. When he felt some semblance of peace, he tried again in a more modulated tone. “Who are you and why am I here?”

“I’m the girl you saved from some overly hands-y old pervert last night. As for why, you wouldn’t tell me where you’re staying, so I brought you here.” She scratched at her head and rubbed her eyes in hopes to quicken the waking up process. It seemed to be working well enough for her. He envied her lack of pain.

Here, here is where? He tried to focus on the conversation but also avoid triggering anymore of his headache. She obviously knows where this is and is comfortable enough to be in bed. Did she bring me, someone she met for the first time last night, to her house?! “Are you trying to get yourself killed? You brought a some random drunk off his ass, total stranger, home with you?!” He instantly regretted shouting. The party was still going strong at the rave in his head, featuring DJ migraine.

“Will you stop shouting and jumping to conclusions?” She glared at the former caped crusader, firmly pressing her hand over his mouth. “You were insisting on walking me home to keep any other unwanted attention away. I didn’t bring you to my house, I brought you to a nearby hotel and checked into a room for the night. I’m not an idiot.”

“So you stayed in the same room as the rando drunk stranger who demanded you take him home?” He scowled, jerking his head back. Something else he instantly regretted as a sharp pain lanced through his brain. She felt bad for him as he winced in pain, but not enough to ignore the current lecture she was getting from him for being nice.

“I said I’m not an idiot, not some rich princess. I'm not gonna book two rooms and trust that you won't run up the room service bill or extend the stay. Do I look like I belong to the Wayne family? If that were the case, I wouldn’t have to deal with seedy perverts like that guy last night.” She rolled her eyes, running a hand through her messy hair. “Besides, if you tried pulling anything with me, I would’ve left you on the road to fend for yourself.” The way she stated it so matter-of-factly made the corner of Jason’s lip twitch upwards as he swallowed a scoff. She clearly had no idea who she was speaking to.

Then again, I was plastered, he clenched his jaw and gripped the comforter that was pooled around his thighs. Anger and humiliation tumbled around inside him like an off centered washing machine. How had he let himself get so wasted? How did he even get so drunk? He was not some superhuman like Bizarro or Superman, but he was not some ordinary human either. He survived being tortured at the hands of Joker and the Lazarus Pit. Actually, since the pit, it’s been harder to get drunk like this. Now’s not the time to think about that! Start assessing the situation! He forced his mind to shift gears and began to take in the details of his surroundings. The room was spotless, spacious, and well furnished with a desk, a lounge chair, flat screen TV, and a window with a view unobstructed by buildings.

The sheets are pretty nice too. This isn’t some cheap motel, she’s going to have a pretty big bill for a last minute night. He frowned at this fact. The next thing he noticed was his companion. She was over the covers while he was under, she was fully clothed while he was shirtless. Judging from the crumpled and wrinkled state of her outfit, it was clear she slept in them. The only thing she was not wearing was her shoes. All of these details only confused him further. If we didn’t have sex, what the hell happened last night? “Ok, so I insisted on escorting you home, and you brought me to a hotel. You didn't trust me to not run the bill, so you stayed the night. Why are we both on the bed?”

“Are you always this demanding, wonder boy?” She rolled her eyes as the interrogation continued, noticing his left eye twitch at her nickname. On the other side, he was not amused at how close it was to a former title of his from his younger years. “Do you treat all the ladies you meet like this, or am I just special?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Tilting her head to one side as she eyed the handsome young man who was looking less and less attractive by the second with all the questions. “What, don't like being in the hot seat?” She batted her lashes.

“Just answer the question.” His lips pursed to the left as he leveled a glared on her.

Not so fun anymore, huh? “Alright, alright, don't get your tighty-whities in a twist! I helped you get to the bed and tried to make some arrangements on the floor, but you insisted I stay on the bed as well and wouldn't let me go until I agreed. Before I even argued, you passed out, and I was stuck being your human body pillow. I'm surprised I wasn't flattened like a pancake.” She grumbled.

“I'm not that heavy.” The infamous Red Hood carefully and stubbornly tried to get his mind to work through the pain and haze. It all seemed so far-fetched, but the gears began to turn, and the memories trickled in. The guys and I were out commemorating our first night of vacation. Some ass was causing trouble and was making a scene. That's right, he was harassing her and I cut in. Took the drink he tried forcing on her, and he got all pissy. He suggested a drinking contest and I said yes. He lightly nodded his head as the pieces slowly began to fall into place, proving her narrative to be true. “You know, you're pretty mouthy to the guy who saved you from a douchebag.” He leaned on towards her, eyes narrowed.

“And you're pretty judge-y to the girl who carried you to somewhere safe and paid for the night.” She leaned towards him in kind, challenging him by not backing away.

“I'm not that heavy,” he rolled his eyes at her choice to pick at his weight.

“Jupiter is lighter than you.” She replied in that same matter-of-fact tone she had been using most of this conversation. The very same that irked him just enough to negate how cute he found it. Or did he find that even more endearing?

“Don't act like you didn't like it.” He scoffed, fighting the corners of his lips that tugged upwards.

“I said you're heavy, not unattractive.” She countered him yet again, unfazed and ready to continue.

“So you like what you see.” A smug smirk easily won against his attempts to remain neutral or peeved.

“I'm rude, not blind.” She scoffed without missing a beat.

“Damn, you really don't quit.” He chuckled, leaning back onto his hands.

“You're finally catching on, wonder boy.” She laughed, climbing off the bed to stretch. His eye twitched again, a small victory for her. “All this banter aside, you sound like you're doing better now. Guess you’re the type that can just sleep it off. Do you need to rest more? Maybe get in touch with one of your buddies to let them know you're alive?” She tugged and pressed on her clothing, hoping to miraculously remove some wrinkles. As expected, there was no such luck.

“One last question,” he crossed his legs and leaned forward on to his thighs.

“Shocker,” she took in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Are you a journalist or do you just love the game 50-questions?”

“I said last one,” he repeated as his lips curled downwards into a frown.

Yeah, likely story, crossing her arms she shifted her weight on to her left leg. Jason noticed how it made her hip push outwards just enough to be noticeable. “One last question. It’s fifteen bucks for every one after.”

“Fifteen per question, that’s highway robbery!”

“You should consider yourself lucky since I’m not asking you to pay for the little rapid fire moments ago. So, you gonna ask, or what?”

“Damn, do you treat all your heroes like this?” He muttered under his breath. She raised an eyebrow, and he instantly knew she heard him. “That wasn’t my question! I was just thinking aloud.” He quickly clarified. She squinted as she debated her next decision. She gave him a silent nod and waited once more for his question. “Why am I shirtless?”

“Hell if I know, maybe you’re a sleep stripper?” She shrugged her shoulders.

“A what?” She’s insane, she has to be!

“Someone who strips while asleep, like how sleepwalkers walk in their sleep. It’s the only thing that makes sense.”

“How does that make any sense?”

“You fell asleep with your shirt on but you’re now shirtless. I was over the covers and you’re under them, there’s no way for me to take it off you, so it had to be you.”

“Do I look like someone who does weird shit like that?” She took the time to carefully look over the handsome and topless young man, appreciative of the view.

“Well, you’re certainly not off to a good start. You demanded some random young woman to take you to her house, forced her to be your human pillow, and interrogated her like this was all some ploy and you’re the victim.” She listed the three main points on her fingers, wiggling the digits as his eyebrows knit together again, creasing the skin between them. He looks kinda cute with this face all scrunched up like that, but it’s nearly checkout time and I’ve got work in a couple of hours. All good things must come to an end. She stood from the bed once more and made her way towards the door.

“Hey, where are you going?” He watched as she picked up one of her shoes and slipped on to her foot. She’s leaving, good. She should, it’s better she’s home sooner. This was the way it should be, and yet he had this churning feeling in his stomach that he was losing something. He hated losing.

“My real home,” she casually answered as she slipped on her other shoe.

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.”

“How will I know you’re going to get home safe?”

“You won’t, you’ll just have to believe I do.” She flashed him a cheeky grin from over her shoulder. “And with that, you’re at a grand total of $90.”

“Ninety, how?!” He sat up, mouth hung open as she placed a hand on the doorknob.

“Make that a hundred and five.”

“A hundred and five, what are yo-,” he slapped a hand over his mouth. She watched as realization dawned in his bright blue eyes.

“Nice catch, I’ll be nice with that one,” she winked. “Well, this was fun. We should do it again sometime. You can even pay me back. But until then, see you around, Wonder Boy.” She gave him a wink and vanished behind the door, laughing as his eye twitched.

Yeah, not happening if you don’t tell me how to contact you! Like I’d even do that anyway, charging me so much for a few questions. He grumbled, scratching his head and rubbing his face. He should be feeling relaxed now that she was gone, but instead the room just felt dull and empty. Shaking his head, he forced himself on to his feet and grabbed his phone from his jacket that was neatly hung on the chair. Such a busy body, why would you take care of some drunk off his ass stranger who’s tossing his shit around without a care? He glared at the worn leather before looking over the flood of unread messages before replying that he was fine and would be back at their hotel in a bit. Things would now go back to normal.

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Hotel Hijinks - my first try at a story. And really only part of a story. All characters are over the age of 21!

Allan was tired. Delayed flights meant a whole day was wasted when he should have been landing at noon. The only benefit to all day at the airport was that was an easy excuse to drink all day. He’d paced himself, well, he wasn’t “drunk drunk.” He also had the upgrade, a few more drinks. “Well, I guess am a bit drunk,” he thought. It didn’t matter. It was Saturday, the hotel bar would be full but the hallways would be quiet until after he was asleep. The ride to the hotel was quick. He checked in and rushed to his room. He had to pee. He was so focused on his one task, he didn’t notice he dropped one of his keys on his rush to his room. He also didn’t notice who picked it up.

Brit was tall and athletic but was not intimidating Very ‘girl next door’. Tonight she was wearing her dark brown hair straight, just past her shoulders. She wore a very tight red dress that ended right at her thighs, and a very cute pair of matching heels. She was already tall, in her heels there were only a few men at the bar who could meet her height let alone beat it. That was okay though, there’d be more time to pick up cute guys later. What she was after was something much different, and lucky her he had just dropped his key right at her feet and didn’t even realize it.

Allan finished relieving himself, and decided there’d be fun tomorrow, but tonight it was time to rest. It wasn’t outrageously late, but the hassle of traveling had tired him out, and the alcohol hadn’t helped. He threw on the tv, kicked off his pants, and plopped himself on the bed. There he zoned, not hearing the lock disengage or the beep of a keycard at his door.

Brit had quickly closed her tab, she’d spent enough time there tonight and there was fun to be had with someone new. She quickly walked up to her room and grabbed her suitcase. It was a hot pink one with butterflys on it and it hadn’t yet even been opened on her trip. She also grabbed a matching backpack and threw it over her shoulder. She’d be needing those soon, the boy looked like he’d had a good bit to drink already. She checked the number on the keycard: 419.

Brit opened the door quietly. She could hear snoring, “wow,” she thought, “he was out fast.”

She debated on whether or not to wake him, settling on letting him sleep. She did take a few precautions, she carefully attached rope to each of the bed corners and to each of his arms and legs. He wouldn’t be going anywhere without her knowledge or approval. Then she sat there, waiting for him to wake up.

Allan thought he could hear the flush of the toilet, but he was sure it was a dream. His limbs felt heavy, and his bladder heavier. Maybe he was just dreaming about going to the bathroom. He tried to get up but quickly discovered the restraints attached to himself and bed. He opened his mouth to shout, but it was immediately filled with something rubbery. He didn’t get a good look at whoever was in his room, all he could see was the silhouette of a person, and that person had a very nice body in a cute little red dress. Brit finished attaching what Allan would discover to be a pacifier gag and backed up. He tried to shout but couldn’t make a sound. He tried to struggle but could not, the ropes made sure of that. He was cute, Brit had to admit. On any other day she’d consider going out with him, despite his smaller and nerdier stature. But tonight she had other plans.

“Wakes wakey sleepy head, oooooh I can’t believe you just fell into my arms little one” she said sweetly. Allan immediately felt like a baby the way she talked to him. It wasn’t condescending or disrespectful, but she spoke with a very motherly tone.

“Hehe when I saw you in the lobby I thought you were cute, but I didn’t think you could be THIS cute. And I can’t believe you’d just drop your key right in front of me. Ohhhhh sweetie you need some help keeping track of your things, that’s where a big strong Mommy like me comes in!” She smiled, a little too happy. Her positivity radiated off her in stark contrast to Allan’s terror and confusion. She continued, “so here’s the deal. I’m going to tell you what I want and at the end you will get one opportunity to say no. But if you say yes, you’re stuck with me. Okay? So first, are you single? As much as I’d love to keep you no matter what, I can’t just take you from someone else.”

Allan shook his head no. He had never had much luck with the ladies. It wasn’t that he wasn’t good looking, but he was awkward, a little unconfident, and always felt the need to move up in his job than go out and meet people.

“Good!” Brit said and beamed. She already knew that would be the answer, but she had to ask anyways.

“So I’ll tell you what I want. I haven’t always had luck with the boys, I’ve always been a bit more motherly than they would like. The problem is, I can’t have a baby of my own. And I realllly want to be a mom. That’s where a cutie like you comes in. I want you to be my baby, and my boyfriend. My “littler” half if you will.” She giggled.

“I would take care of you, you’d never have to worry about make another decision, you could quit your job. But you’d stay in diapers like a little baby. I would change you, feed you, bathe you. Don’t worry, we will go out and do big kid activities too. You’re such a cutie I couldn’t NOT show you off a bit. But even when I let you wear your big boy clothes, underneath will be a thick thirsty diaper, Mommy’s reminder to you that you still belong to her. Behave and do what I want and you’ll absolutely be rewarded. But don’t do what I like and there will be punishments. Oh some of the punishments I’ve thought of are soooooo fun I hope you’ll rebel just a little bit hehe! So. Now I have to let you choose. You know what I want, nod your head yes if this is something you’d want. No, and I’ll let you go and you’ll never hear from me again.”

Allan sat there for a bit, thinking. This was insanely humiliating. He wasn’t a baby, or even a child. He was a grown man with a job and a life! But, this girl was paying attention to him. Was this really the price to pay to not be alone? To not be alone with a total hottie. And she said she’d reward him and he could still be big sometimes. He made up his mind. Or his loneliness did. Either way, his fate was sealed as he nodded yes…

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The Unbreakable Vow

Part 2

Aegon II Targaryen x DarkWitch!Reader

Series Masterpost

Summary: Thin vines appeared as you two put your hand into his, Aegon tried to pull away but the vine didn't let him. It kept tightening around his skin, he feared it might tear his hand off."If you break our vow, you will die, if I break it, I will."

Your presence was something no one expected.

Aemond and his mother often shared looks whenever you were present.

It was as if you were glued to Aegon's side. Little did they know, you technically were.

While you two shared a vow, you also made sure Aegon was more than healthy.

Even the rest of the kingdom started to notice the changes in the young king. He looked thinner, but not sickly, more muscular and sharp.

"People are starting to riot. They will want to kill your dragons." you whispered to Aegon one late night. His eyes met yours as you sat by the feet of his bed, he was already laying down, ready to sleep, but he couldn't.

"Can you stop them?" he asked and you nodded.

"If you want me to."

"At least make sure mine wouldn't die." he made himself comfortable before closing his eyes. You kept staring at him, watching his jawline and his hair.

You didn't tell him about the fire that will come to him. The burning of his flesh. You were honestly still debating if you should stop it, or cure him after the fact.

You stood up and rounded his bed, looking out the window.

You looked down at him once more before leaving his room, you pressed your palm against the closed door a symbol appeared then disappeared.

You went back to your room to sleep.

You went to sleep and as usual, you were back in Aegon's dream. He was currently re-living the day he was crowned. You saw this one many times, the dragon would soon fly in.

You appeared next to him instead of his mother, finding yourself in front of him as his hand grabbed yours.

The dream ended when he turned to look at you, you assumed he woke up.

You were in complete darkness.

Then his voice echoed around you. As if someone was speaking in a well.

"I hoped you would be an angel, saving me from my pain. A gentle woman who would help me. Someone who would finally love me. But I was wrong about you." you looked around, trying to find him but you couldn't. "I hoped you would love me, I hoped that's why you chose to hide in my dreams." you still weren't sure if he was really talking to you but then he stepped out of the dark. "Are you a dream or are you really here?" you wondered how he did this. How did he end his dream without waking up?

"I'm always here Aegon. I was always here. I was here every night. Even when you were too drunk to dream."

"Why?"

"I wanted to see you."

"Why?"

"My mother was hopeless. She fell in love with a man from far lands, she got pregnant. She returned to my grandma, gave birth to me and left me only to run off with another man who would be her demise. She told him our secret, about the witches and he turned against her. My grandma ran away with me. You and I are similar. You long for the love of your mother while I used to be the same, I'm not anymore."

"You were hiding in my dreams to escape your nightmares?" you nodded.

"I am around you all day. It will only take some time for people to realize what I truly am. They will hate me for it. They will say I bewitched you to get what I want but I must tell you, Aegon, as much as I like to play with people, as much as I enjoy toying with feelings. I have never put a spell on you as such. Everything you feel is real. I never put any of that into you."

"Then why do I feel stronger? Why do I look... this healthy?"

"Because you took a vow, it connected your life with mine. You feel like a person of your status and age should. Your features sharpened and your muscles grew, because of that."

"My mother and lords started to ask questions about you. I told them you were a lady I met a long time ago but their questions won't stop. What should I do?"

"Do as you please. You are the King after all, why do you answer their questions?"

Aegon looked into the distance. You couldn't read him in that moment.

"You will marry me. Then their questions and nagging will stop."

"Very romantic. At least imagine a nicer place than a black void to ask for my hand in marriage." you smirked the scenery around you two changed. "Oh, this is just... worse." you said as you realized you were right in front of a whore house. "I much preferred the void." you said as you looked at the building then you looked back at Aegon. "Why do I have the feeling that you love me Aegon?"

"You are the first person who saw me for who I am, not the Prince or the King. You saw me at my worst yet, you didn't leave. You gave me a second chance. And once my sister is dead, I will have my peace. And in my peaceful future, I see you."

"Big words from someone who wanted to burn me."

"You said it yourself, you have been burnt already."

"Twice, they tried to drown me once." you nodded as did he, remembering when you told him. "So, if I marry you... they will stop calling me your whore?"

"They call you that?"

"Of course, they think I'm deaf, I swear it. They don't even know my name, they call me Aegon's whore or the King's whore. It is rather hard for me not to kill them when I hear those words."

"Even if you marry me, you cannot kill them."

"Oh, I know. But I can scare them into thinking that you would." you paused for a second, taking all of him in before letting out a sigh. "I'll go back to your room, I have a ring my grandmother gave me, you shall propose me with that."

"So, you accept?"

"Ask me first."

You woke up and got out of bed, rushing to Aegon's room, you nearly ran into a knight who was walking his rounds.

Aegon was up, sitting in his bed, his blanket pooling around his waist. You went over and sat on the bed close to him, handing him the golden ring with a black stone on the top of it.

"This ring holds a promise. A promise of marriage and I must warn you, if you break your promise of loyalty, it will harm you."

"Is every item your grandmother had a curse?! The necklace now the ring! What will happen? I bed another woman and a snake would come and bite my cock off?"

When you only smiled, Aegon got rather nervous. He had no idea what he just said would be the truth.

"My grandmother was a great witch. Powerful and smart. This is a ring my grandfather gave her, he wanted her to curse it. So, he wouldn't even think of cheating on her love." you put your hand on his face, cupping his cheek. "And considering your reputation with women, I think it is rather fitting." he rolled his eyes while you let out a small laugh. You moved slightly closer to him, only a couple of inches between your faces.

"You are a cunning woman. You would ask me for my crown and I would give it to you just for one night of love. Do you love me?" you saw the tears in his eyes, he looked so vulnerable.

“I think there was never a time when I didn't love you Aegon. Long before you even saw me in your dreams." you put your hand out to him. "I would love to be your wife. Not just to hush the rumours, not just to stop the people from talking but because I truly believe I could be the wife you need as you would be the husband I desire. Can you promise me?"

"How many vows must I take for you to stay with me forever?" his eyes never left yours, his voice low.

"Maybe a couple more.” you smiled. “But even if you don't I will never leave your side."

He placed the ring onto your finger, watching it, knowing what it meant. He only now noticed the symbol inside the ring. A triable with a circle and a single line in the middle. He looked at it, facinated.

"Can you also promise me something? Can you... include it in the ring?" he spoke and you nodded once. "Can you also promise what you asked of me? Loyalty."

"Of course, I shall promise, if I break your trust in our marriage, the curse shall come after me." Aegon nodded as he felt your hand move to the back of his neck, he leaned slightly right before his lips met yours.

Neither of you saw the small light the ring let out.

It was another promise neither of you could break.

And as he pulled you into his bed, slowly removing your night gown, you were certain, you would never want to break your vow.

A/N: Hi All!!! Thank you for the love on part 1! Hope you enjoyed this one. I will for sure make a part 3, an ending to this mini series. Let me know what would you like to see in that if anything. I, for sure, will make it a happy ending! I’m not sure if you guys want more story in it, I was thinking focusing on their relationship instead of following the series/books.

A/N 2: Yes, the ring is based on Tom Riddles’ ring! Thank you for asking.

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Midnight

Nsfw themes, characters aged up, tried to keep gender neutral character best I could, tw: somno, non con, toys, oral, hinting to drugging at the end

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It was quiet in your room, something Tetsutetsu had learned to know. Just like he knew the perfect way to open your door, just enough where it doesn’t make a sound, like he knew where to step on the floorboards so they don’t freak.

He knew this room like the back of his hand and it excited him every time. It wasn’t always like this… Tetsu’s thoughts running vulgar and feral when he sees you sleeping, it used to be so peaceful. He’s had hard times sleeping so he would sneak in and rest on the side of your bed- letting your peaceful aura calm him.

But then… things started getting worse for him. He saw you so innocent, untouched, unmarked. It irked at him, so he placed a hand and waited. You didn’t wake up, not then, not when he moved his hand along your collarbone and throat, not when his hand travelled down your chest and between your legs. You stayed asleep.

Suddenly, he was no longer angry at your work studies exhausting you. It fact, it made it perfect- no… it made him hard. He’s always been so nervous when he comes in at night, fearing you’ll wake up and be disgusted at him. You can’t! He’s your lover, you just don’t know yet, and he’s learning everything about you so he can be the best when you’re awake with him.

That made sense to him, that’s how he justified it. And he fully believed that statement, refusing to believe anything else. Tonight, he was feeling more bold, pent up with adrenaline since his workout got cancelled tonight since the gym is under construction.

He had been so annoyed when he found out, but then remember of his darling angel. Who wouldn’t mind to help him out, of course not, especially since your patrol ran later than usual. He could tell you were exhausted when you came back, he had been angsty with anticipation. You had been beginning to doze off where you were standing and Tetsu was fighting hard to keep his excitement from showing.

“So beautiful… fuck…” He whispered under his breath, just knowing you wouldn’t wake up but the anxiousness in the back of his head was eating away at him, rough hand brushing along your jaw and leaning over to trail his hand down. Lightly wrapping around your throat, feeling that rush of a thrill. Your life is in his hand, you’re trusting your life with him. As it should be, he could only think with his lips grinning largely.

His breathing got heavier, the excited thrill set like a fire under his skin. Leading down to feel your breath lightly fan his face with the gentle puffs, he could smell your toothpaste from how close he was. His eyes were glossy, clouding with desire as he looked at your perfect lips. He debated, he would be the only to kiss those lips- you belong to him. So he doesn’t see why he couldn’t.

Your lips was soft as he pressed his against yours. He could feeling some of the chapped because of the chilled weather, but he didn’t care. Tetsu was too busy pushing his tongue into your mouth, tightening his hand lightly around your neck. That little wheeze of a gasp you let out. “Yea baby…? You like being so helpless for me?”

He whispered, moving his lips against yours as he spoke and shivering in delight. His cock was hard, pleasure shooting through every time the fabric of the sweatpants rubbed against him. He groaned, tilting his head back. “Fuck… you have no idea what you’re doing to me. Gods… You’re perfect.”

He leaned back, straddling your legs as he looked at your shorts. His hand trailing inside, holding onto the side of your inner thighs and teasing by running his finger along the v of your groin. Tonight, he was gonna risk it, he was gonna-

Oh… This was new, he didn’t understand why he hadn’t seen this before. He took off the shorts, scooting his body down to rest his head on your thigh. His silver eyes watching darkly at the vibrator resting inside.

His plans changed, immediately. He sat up, beginning to search around for a remote while praying that he could have control. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw your phone light up with a notification. The phone was clutched in your palm which was strange because you’ve always had it plugged up before you went to sleep.

Unless… He grinned wickedly, already knowing your passcode from the amount of times he had secretly watched you put it in. Bingo, there it was. It was controlled by your phone and he was shaking in excitement, almost dropping your phone as he shakily pulled his out to download the app. If I could control them one day when they’re awake… Fuck…

He had to pull his cock out, feeling like it was painful. His sweats resting under his cock as he leaned back with a groan, rough hand wrapped around his cock. He turned off your phone, plugging it up for you as he took control from his phone.

Your whines made him see stars, turning his head on his shoulder to watch your face. Your eyebrows knitting together, the combined spit glossing your lips and mouth opening to moan at the pleasure that suddenly seemed to kick up. “Oh fuck-“

His thumb slipped, the vibrations skyrocketing with his motion and he panicked. Quickly dropping the phone and looking back at you, widened eyes and cock bouncing from letting go quickly. His sweats dropped to the ground as he stared at you, cold sweat running down the back of his neck.

But you never showed any signs of waking up, making him take a sigh of relief. He picked up his phone, straddling your waist and hand running over your chest. Your cheeks were flushed, panting softly. Those lips…

They let out the prettiest sounds when he messed with the vibrations on his phone, those sounds running straight to his cock. He didn’t care of the pre was dripping on your skin. In fact, he enjoyed it was. Going as far to rub his cock along your skin, eyes darkening at the thought. You were his. This was him marking you, no one else could have you.

He let out a pathetic groan as he pushed the head of his cock into your mouth. Cursing under his breath as he folded his arms on the headrest of your bed, laying his head on his arms as his legs were straddling your face. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

He chanted, trying really, really hard to be nice and hold back. But he couldn’t, oh fuck he couldn’t resist the heaven that you bestowed on him. Hearing your choked sounds as he suddenly rutted his hips forward, whining at the feeling. “Shit baby, you feel so so so good. You’ll forgive me, won’t you baby? I’m just/ Ah- fuck- I’m just training you, gotta have fuck.. perfect.”

He rambled softly, beginning to get lost of the pleasure that is you. Wondering to himself why he didn’t go this far sooner, rolling his hips more and swore he saw white every time your throat tightened with the lack of air. “Come on baby, come on, fuck.. fuck! You can take this, b-be ah good, fuck- for me.”

His hand grabbed onto your hair, fingers tightly grabbing as his sharp teeth dug into his lip from being too loud. Pushing your head as far as you could to his pelvic, feeling your nose smushed against his skin as the drops of blood ran down his chin. Tongue licking it up before it could fall on you, hazy eyes staring down at you as he pulled out his cock.

Spit and cum still on his cock, making him tsk. Your lips were red, swollen and slicked. It was a masterpiece to Tetsu, looking down to see the mess you’ve made. “Such a naughty little thing…”

He mused roughly, voice low and gravelly as his fingers brushed along your hole. Digging them in and groaning at your tightness, pulling out the vibrator and turning it off. “You left me so messy baby… the least you can do is clean me off.”

He spoke, already cock drunk from the nectar you gave. His lips stretched into a wolfish grin as he lined up to your sensitive hole before pushing in with one thrust.

The next morning when you woke up, you noticed that your throat was sore and blamed it on the way you slept since you had slept longer than you had before. But you don’t remember taking out the vibrator, feeling like an idiot once realizing that. You had used it to blow off the steam from fighting low villains yesterday on patrol. But it was out, laying besides you and you shook your head. Not questioning it, thinking making you pushed it out when you sleeping. That made sense…

But of course, as always, Tetsu was careful. You never knew he was there. Greeting you in the morning and hiding that dark lust behind that sweet smile of his, that sunshine personality hiding all the things he wanted to do to you.

Maybe I can find something to keep you asleep longer and have the entire night with you. Fuck… wouldn’t that be fun baby?

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The Insincerity of the Stars

Suguru Getou

[Chapter 18] Lost Sense

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Suguru’s heart beats faster at the thought of you. There’s so much love in his heart for you. When he wakes up, his first thought is you, and when he goes to bed, his last thought is of you. The thought of you brings him so much comfort, yet he hates it.

He hates it because he tries everything possible but you refuse to get back with him. He doesn’t understand why, although you’ve told him why. He doesn’t understand why he’d give his whole life for you, yet, you refuse to do anything with him. But you’ve slipped a couple of times. He’s sure he can get you to completely fall. He has to think it through carefully.

He has to play the long game, yet he’s at his wit’s end. He spends so much money on flowers, chocolates, teddy bears; a lot of stuff that you love. He can’t keep spending so much money on someone who won’t bother to give him another chance. Although he doesn’t realize how many chances you’ve given him.

He nearly gives up, until he catches you walking to your car after work. For a moment he debates on just leaving. But he ends up calling your name before saying, “Wait up!”

You don’t know why, but your feet come to a stop. You turn around to see him, and you watch him walk up to you. You give him a subtle smile as he walks up to you. Your smile, even though it’s not necessarily a happy one, cheers him up.

“Are you busy tonight?” He asks when he comes up to you. You bite your bottom lip before you shake your head. You know you should just lie before he invites you to go out, but you decide not to. You stand in silence for a moment before he decides to ask, “Do you want to do something?”

“I’m so tired. I just want to go home.” You respond and he slowly nods. You chew on the inside of your cheek before you decide to speak up, “If you want a drink, you can join me at home…”

“Oh.” Suguru is taken back by your suggestion. The one time he doesn’t really try anything, you suggest this. Of course, your offer doesn’t necessarily mean anything. For all he knows, you just need a drink and a shoulder to cry on. Which is something that he can take advantage of. “Yeah. That sounds nice.”

“You know how to get there, right?” You question. He nods in response, fighting back a smile from coming to his lips. You begin to walk away, and he watches in disbelief. Is the universe finally on his side?

You get to your apartment way before Suguru, so you begin to tidy up the place a bit. It isn’t a big mess, but it does need some organization. You don’t understand what’s taken over you, but you want to see him again. He’s so sweet with you, and you feel like giving him a chance. Well, not necessarily a chance, but you do want to be able to speak with him again.

Or maybe it’s just your loneliness that’s taken over you. Suguru gives you the attention you crave, or at least he’s trying to give it to you and you turn him down. You keep thinking about why you’re really doing it even though you want to dismiss it. You don’t want to think about it. It’s best for you if you avoid thinking about it.

It’s been around ten minutes, and he still isn’t here. He doesn’t know which exact unit you live in, so you decide to step out of your apartment and go outside the building to wait for him. You’re eager for him to get here, and you don’t fully understand why. You notice his park as he parks outside the building, and you patiently wait for him to get out. It feels interminable as you wait for him.

He finally steps out of the car and walks towards you with a bottle of wine. It seems like he made a quick stop which is why it took him longer to get here than expected. He gives you a small smile. You don’t exchange any words before you walk away, and he follows.

You get to the apartment, and take the bottle of wine from him, setting it down on the kitchen counter. You look for two wine glasses as you tell him, “Make yourself at home.”

“Okay… Thank you.” Suguru takes a seat on your couch. He wonders what the hell happened to you, not that he minds. Maybe his efforts have finally paid off. He looks around the apartment while you pour the wine. It’s decorated beautifully, and the aesthetic really suits you. Not to mention that you have a great view from here. Nothing too magnificent, but regardless, a very nice view.

“Here.” You walk to him and give him a glass half full of wine. He takes it, a thank you leaving his lips. You end up taking a seat next to him, which surprises him. What surprises him is the fact that you had the option to sit elsewhere, but you’re inches away from him.

“How are you doing?” He can’t help but ask. This behavior from you is certainly weird, so he wants to make sure everything is okay. Maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t tried so much. If it’s that, he should’ve stopped trying much sooner. He’s assuming that more will happen tonight. He isn’t too far off. You wouldn’t invite him over for nothing.

“I’m good… A little busy, but that’s it. It’s how it usually is.” You tell him, an ingenuine laugh escaping your lips before you bring your glass up to your lips. You look over him, your face getting warm as you take in how handsome he looks. Maybe that was why you invited him over in the first place. “How about you?”

“Yeah. Me too.” He responds. You begin to make small talk, not wanting to get into bigger and heavier topics because it’d kill the mood. Sincerely, you have so many other important topics to talk to him with, but you both know better. It’ll get you upset, and then you won’t get what you want from each other.

The small talk gets boring after a while, and you both rely on your drinks. Until your glasses are empty. Suguru doesn’t know if he’ll be staying the night so he doesn’t want to drink more than what he can. You stand up, grabbing his glass to fill it up again. Before you can walk away, his hand wraps around your wrist, stopping you.

“Make it clear for me. Are we going to do anything? As much as I love spending time with you, I can’t make any more small talk.” He says, and you bite your bottom lip. It makes you realize that you don’t have that much to talk about other than your past problems. But that reminder isn’t still enough to make you back out. He lets go of you and you put both glasses down on the coffee table.

“You won’t let it get to your head, right?” You ask, looking down at him. He shakes his head, even though he knows he will. This will just confirm that he does have a chance. He stands up and you grab his hand. You lead him to your bedroom, and he can’t fight back the smirk that comes to his lips. You get into your bedroom, and push him onto the bed. You get on top of him, your lips going on his.

Your tongues press against one another while his hands begin to wander around your body. He won’t waste any time. He begins to ride up your skirt before his hands rub over your clothed cunt. He pulls away from the kiss, kissing down your chin and to your neck. He begins to suck on your neck, attacking that one spot that makes the sweetest moans leave your lips.

He pushes your panties to the side, two fingers running through your folds. His fingers begin to circle your clit, while his mouth continues to suck on your neck. Hearing how you sound on top of him is like music to his ears. He stops playing with your clit and sucking on your neck, putting you down on the bed. He gets on his knees on the floor and forces you to spread your legs.

“What a pretty little pussy.” He comments before he spits on it. His tongue runs up and down your cunt before it fixates on your clit. His tongue flicks it repeatedly while he presses two fingers against your entrance. He pushes two fingers in, and you bite your bottom lip to not make an audible reaction.

He begins to suck on your clit while his fingers curl inside your cunt, doing what he knows you love. He wants you like putty under his touch so you’ll come back over and over again. He’s slowly coming to the conclusion that he can’t live without you, so he has to keep you hooked. And the only way is to do what you love.

“Suguru-” You moan as he curves his fingers so they press against your sweet spot. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. He’s so eager with everything, letting you know that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. It’s really no surprise to you though, Suguru absolutely loves eating you out. He always has, which is a trait you’ve always adored because it benefits you greatly.

Your hands go to his hair, and his free hand undoes the bun that keeps his hair together. He lets you pull his hair, and finds joy in it. His fingers pick up speed as your moaning gets louder and louder. You taste so sweet on his tongue, the same as always. He fucking loves the taste.

“Oh– It’s so fucking good, Suguru.” You shut your eyes, out of breath already. You’re reaching your peak and Suguru doesn’t have any intention of stopping until he knows that you’ve came. You get louder and louder as you approach your orgasm, and you finally finish, your legs spasming. He keeps going until he’s had enough, taking his fingers out but his mouth is still sucking on your clit.

He pulls away and stands up, and the face you see when he’s back into your gaze is a face you want to remember forever. Hair messy all over his face, eyes dark as he looks down at you. He begins to kiss you heatedly, and one of your hands goes behind his head while the other begins to feel the bulge that’s in his pants. When he pulls away, he lays back down on the bed. He begins to unzip his pants.

“Want you to ride me, baby. It isn’t fair if I do all the work, now, is it?” Suguru takes his cock out, and once again, you get on top of him. Your hands land on his chest, and you begin to unbutton it. Suguru begins to position his cock to your entrance, too impatient to actually wait for you to finish unbuttoning his shirt. Sure, he wants you to do the work, but he doesn’t think he can wait for you to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

When you undo the last button, you feel his cock slowly enter your cunt. Every single inch fills you up, and you have to wait a moment before you begin to move on his length. Your hands hold on to his chest for support as you move. His hands go to your ass, and his nails dig into your flesh while he praises you, “You’re doing such a good job, baby. What a good girl.”

“Anything for you.” You mutter as you bounce on his dick. Your sex brain manages to bury all other thoughts, which is something that Suguru knows. Something that he’s taken advantage of a couple of times.

Suguru can’t help but admire how beautiful you look on top of him. He loves the sight. He loves this. He loves everything about this and you, “I love you.”

You ignore his words, too focused on moving on his length and reaching another orgasm. That’s why you wanted him here in the first place. At least that’s what you’ll tell yourself. One hand goes down to play with your clit while you move, and when Suguru notices this, he begins to move for you.

“Oh– Fuck, Suguru!” You can’t help but moan as he picks up a pace that you certainly couldn’t go at. You certainly love it more like this though. And he adores the face that you make as you adjust to the pace he’s set.

You look down at him, watching how his eyes are so fixated on your face, admiring your every future. He looks so handsome in this position, but you don’t admire him all that much. Your body rathers admiring the way he moves in and out of your cunt.

“What a good fucking girl.” He praises you while you throw your head back, letting your moans out freely into the air. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as another orgasm threatens to overtake your body. His nails dig into your flesh so hard that he draws some blood from it, but neither of you notice it. Your body is overtaken by pleasure, the pain not felt. Or at least not as strong as the pleasure.

“I’m gonna–” You bite your bottom lip, so close to finishing. The sound of your skin smacking is very loud in the room, but somehow the moans that leave your lips overshadow it. Your legs spasm, your nails digging into his chest unconsciously as you come around his cock.

“Good job.” He continues, feeling ecstatic by the way your cunt wraps around him. He wants to feel this every night once again, and he’s going to get it back. That’s what he thinks about when you’re on top of him, your pussy wrapped around him. “Fuck–”

He comes to a stop, and his cum fills you up. Neither of you say anything as you take his cock out of your cunt. You lay down beside him, and unlike last time, you don’t say anything. Because you know it’ll happen again.

It’s inevitable.

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