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silent-stories · 1 year

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐅𝐀𝐑 - 𝟑

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: There will be a party at your house even if you didn't organize it. The only thing you can do now is invite Eddie and hope he will come.

Part 2

Friday morning, everyone at school was talking about the party you were having at your house that night. The only problem was, you'd never decided or told anyone you were going to throw a party, much less invite half the school.

You understood what was going on when a girl whose name you didn't even know told you she couldn't wait to come over to your house that night.

You knew whose fault it was.

"Since when do you like parties?" Max asked as she walked next to you towards school with her usual skateboard under her right arm and the sun's rays making her blue eyes shine.

"And I still don't like them." You answered with frustration. "I'm not the one who organized the party."

"Oh, so it's not you who organized the party at your house?" The redhead laughed.

"Max, I swear. It was Aaron, you know, the new one?" You absent-mindedly kicked a pebble in the school parking lot, wondering what you could do to fix that shitty situation that guy had put you in.

"Oh, I know who he is. Everyone seems to be talking about him lately." The redhead answered.

"I can assure you that he's not as perfect as everyone believes. He's quite an asshole, if you wanna know."

"Oh, I knew it!" She exlamed. "I never liked that guy. He looks too much like Jason."

Your gaze fell on a young boy who was looking in your direction, not far from you.

"But I think I know someone you like." You commented with a smik.

"What?" she asked before you nodded at Lucas.

Max lowered her head hiding a smile.

"What are you waiting for? Go to him."

She rolled her eyes.

"Go!" You repeated giving her a light push in a playful way.

"Okay, okay." She laughed as she put her skateboard down and stepped on it with her foot. "See you later, okay?"

"Bye!" You said as she reached Lucas.

You watched them as they walked close and laughed with each other, you wondered if you and Eddie were something like that too. They were cute.

But now you had to suppress all your desire to kill Aaron and try to have a conversation with him.

"Aaron!" You called to him in the school corridor perhaps a little too loudly, causing some heads to turn in your direction, as you recognized his blonde hair from afar, talking to a fourth year girl.

You grabbed him by the arm, turning him towards you.

As usual, he flashed you the sparkling smile that you so wanted to punch right then.

"What the hell did you do?" You blurted out, clutching your bag in your hands.

"I don't know what you're talking about, honey."

Breathe, Y/N. Breathe.

"First, don't call me that. Second, you told everyone there's going to be a party at my fucking house."

He rolled his eyes, as if it wasn't even his fault.

"I just told a few friends that there was a chance there was a party at your house. And my friends told their friends. And their friends-"

"I get the point." You cut him off. "But I told you I didn't want to."

"And I told you it would be fun. Really, I didn't want to make everyone think there was actually going to be a party. It was just an idea."

"Well, thanks to your great idea, half the school will be at my house tonight."

"I'm sorry okay? I just-"

At that moment you glimpsed Eddie at the end of the hallway, wearing a black sabbath shirt, ripped jeans and making his way through the sea of students.

You liked the way your eyes always managed to find him despite the hundreds of students who went through the hallways of the school every day.

"I gotta go." You suddenly said even if you stopped listening to his words a few minutes before and you walked away from him while he was still talking.

"Hey, wait!"

You've had enough of him for all day.

Eddie saw you talking to Aaron and he couldn't hide from himself that every time he saw you with him he felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach and every time he tried to convince himself it wasn't jealousy.

It couldn't be, you weren't his. You never were and you never would be.

Yet every time you shyly smiled at him in the hallway, tou almost made Eddie believe he might have a chance with you, that things really could have worked out between you despite everything.

Despite the looks and despite what others thought of him.

Even if you weren't his, Eddie was definitely yours. And maybe it always would be.

Maybe he was from the first time he'd seen you outside of school talking to Robin, when he still didn't know your name. Or maybe he was even earlier, since Dustin had mentioned you while they were getting ready for a campaign and he mentioned his ex-babysitter who for three years had helped him and his friends come up with backstories for their characters and also draw them.

"Man, she was doing it because your mom was paying her." Eddie had commented at the time.

"Oh no. It's not just for that, trust me. You should meet her, you'd love her." He had answered.

He didn't know yet that he really would. Maybe even too much.

"Hi." Your voice brought him back to reality, he hadn't even seen you reach him and now you were walking beside him, occasionally brushing your shoulder against his.

"Hey." He smiled. "You have history now, right?"

"Yes. And you too, this time you won't skip it."

"Hey! I don't skip classes!"

At least he didn't do it anymore with history, it was the only class he was glad to be in, just because you were there too.

"Yeah, sure." You chuckled as you moved a little to the left to let a freshman pass.

"I heard there's going to be a party at your house. I didn't think you liked parties." Eddie said as you walked to your classroom.

He had heard people talking about your party too and was surprised because he remembered that when you had told him that you would rather stay at home and watch a movie on the couch than go out.

"Please, not you too." You sighed.

"What?"

"I didn't organize the party."

Eddie raised his eyebrows.

"Aaron told everyone even though I said I didn't want to and now it looks like half of school will be at my house tonight."

Eddie placed a hand on your shoulder softly pushing you aside to prevent you from colliding with a guy who was running down the hall despite the hundreds of signs saying not to.

The gesture was so natural that he almost didn't realize he had done it.

"You know, I don't like that guy." It was the first time he said it out loud to you.

"Yeah, me neither."

Eddie was surprised. Didn't you like Aaron? He even thought there was something going on between you two. Was it possible that he misinterpreted it?

"So, will you come?"

"What?"

"I asked you if you will come to the party."

"I'm not one for parties."

"Well, luckily for you, neither am I."

Eddie chuckled, shaking his head.

"Eddie, please. There's going to be a lot of people I hate and that I don't even know. At least if you come there will be someone I really like."

You said you liked Eddie with such spontaneity and simplicity that he wanted to hear you say it a hundred more times.

"I don't know." He said finally, as you crossed the threshold of the classroom.

He didn't want to disappoint you but he couldn't come.

It was kind of weird being invited to a party after years of no one ever doing it but it was nice to know that you cared enough about him to ask him to come. Thinking about it, maybe kids had stopped hanging out with him when he was in about second grade, when they found out his father was involved in illegal activities.

But he really couldn't and he was sorry. He was sorry because you were the best part of his day and he wanted to hang out with you and spend every single free moment outside of school with you.

But with you. Only with you. Not with everyone else in the school, who would watch and judge and laugh at him when he showed up at an event like a party of a girl like you.

Eddie watched you in amazement as you took the seat next to him in class, it was the first time you'd done so since you'd been late that day.

"Please?" You asked again, Eddie could hear the hope in your voice and his heart ached because he really wanted to, but he knew someone like him couldn't come.

"I'll think about it, okay?" He hated himself for that.

You smiled. "Okay."

I'm sorry. I won't come. I know I won't come. Don't hate me, please. Everyone already hates me. Don't hate me too.

The teacher started talking and Eddie found history rather boring like all the other times, he was spinning a pencil he rarely used for taking notes between his fingers when you handed him a folded note.

He looked at you questioningly and you glanced at the note, as if telling him to open it.

When Eddie did it he nearly burst out laughing.

It was a stylized drawing, done entirely with a blue pen, much uglier than what you were capable of making: on one side there were you two, Eddie immediately recognized the stikman who represented him thanks to the bush of curly hair you had drawn on his head and the one next to him was definitely you.

Your arms were linked and Eddie thought that meant you were holding hands, but he couldn't be sure.

You were both smiling, unlike the others on the opposite side of the page, drawn with no hair and no clothes, with angry expressions and smoke billowing from their non-existent ears.

Eddie was betting that Jason and Aaron were among them, but since they were all the same, he couldn't tell for sure which was who.

Eddie stifled another laugh. It wasn't one of the prettiest drawings you had done but it was definitely the funniest.

"What the hell is that?" He asked in a whisper, a huge grin on his face.

"It's us at the party having fun and not giving a shit about Aaron and the other assholes that will be there."

Eddie's gaze returned to the drawing. It would have been nice to turn that into reality.

"Because you are coming, right?" You asked again.

Eddie looked you in the eye and fuck, it was really hard to say no looking into your eyes.

"Maybe." He finally said.

"Okay. Maybe."

You haven't spoken the entire lesson. When the bell rang you had to run away because you had a test you couldn't be late for, so you didn't see Eddie carefully fold the paper you handed him and close it in the middle of a book.

It would probably be one of the few things he would keep for his entire life.

Part 4

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igotanidea · 10 months

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Mine: AK!Jason x reader

Is it second update today? Yes. But I'm on a roll and I simply cannot keep @thesandsofelsweyr waiting anymore (thank you for requesting!)

Summary/request: "why are you shaking" angst with AK! Jason

Warning: a bit smut-ish, but nothing explicit. (not in this part at least....)

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„Why are you shaking?” he didn’t even bother taking his helmet off and the distorted voice coming from it really did make her tremble. Not that she was going to admit it, even though he was angry at her.

“I’m… I’m not.” she stuttered

“Stop lying to me!” oh, shit, he was angry. What about? Did she do something? Or did his other mission went south? Again? He wasn’t telling her anything, how the hell was she supposed to guess what got him spinning?

“I’m sorry.” She squealed and took a step back, slouching to make herself smaller “I….”

“What did you do?” he hissed

“No…. nothing, I swear…..”

“Nothing?” he took another step forward, the words hanging in the air like an axe that could fall onto her neck in a second. She had to be extremely careful at the moment. “Nothing, princess?”

“I…..”

“so you are trying to tell me, you weren’t fantasizing about your past life? Hm?”

“Jace, I…..”

“Stop calling me that!” he yelled, grabbing her arm and shaking her violently, getting another broken sob which she could not hold back “it’s not who I am anymore!”

“But you are….” She tried to calm him, but it was for nothing

“I don’t know what little fantasy you got in your head, but let me tell you: it’s not gonna come true.”

“please….” she begged struggling against his bruising grip

“Look around, Y/N. See where you are? This is Arkham. Not Wayne Manor.”

“I know… I know… I…..”

“Shut up! When will it get into your silly little head?! No one, no one is coming to save you!

“I don’t need to be saved….. I’m with you and ……”

“Me?” he laughed viciously “you still think you can save me? Oh, honey.” He raised his gloved hand and brushed her cheek, but it was more threatening than loving and she shook upon the harsh feeling “such a delusional, brainwashed, stupid girl, aren’t you? Batman won’t rescue you! And neither will Robin. And definitely not Nightwing! Oh… “sudden realization hit him “that’s who you were thinking about while touching yourself weren’t you?” those cameras he had all over Asylum were not for nothing. “Did those silly dirty thoughts make you come?”

“Wha….. what? I didn’t …… How…..?”

“STOP LYING TO ME!” he yelled again, this time in full voice and a few tears fell down her cheeks. He still didn’t believe she loved him. HIM. Not his brother. His twisted mind worked in two completely opposite directions. On one hand he was jealous and possessive and wanted her under him, wanted to love her, on the other abused and threatened her, convinced that those were the only methods of keeping her. Jason was simply too afraid of letting her lose, worried that the second he let go she would run away, not wanting to stay with the monster like him. He believed he needed to force her to love him, no matter how much she assured him it was different.

How wrong he was.

And it made her angry and desperate. Determined enough to sacrifice her own health and safety to prove that to him.

“I DON’T FUCKING CARE ABOUT NIGHTWING! I DON’T FUCKING CARE!” she yelled through the tears, not caring about the consequences of that outburst. “I don’t….. it’s you…. It’s…..” her voice broke, as well as her legs and she found herself on the floor, unable to stand anymore.

Well, not for long, since Jason grabbed her arm and yanked her back to her feet, pressing her back to the wall. For a moment they just stayed like that and then he removed his helmet, finally reveling his face, those beautiful eyes conveying so many mutually exclusive emotions. With one hand he tossed it to the floor, not caring anymore and she trembled, suddenly fully aware how close he was and how many pain he could bring her.

Not more than Harley though.

“Y/N….” he whispered “Y/N, Y/n, Y/n…..” her name fell from his lips like a silent prayer.

“I’m ready for my punishment now.” she closed her eyes

“You’re such a good little pet, aren’t you?” he laughed condescendingly “are you scared of me?” he removed one of his glove and traced her trembling bottom lip.

“No.”

“You should be.” he whispered those cliché words and not giving her any opportunity to answer leaned forward and kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t delicate. It never was with him.

It was angry and rough and animalistic and predatory, almost like he wanted to swallow her whole. Y/N moaned at the feeling and locked her hands on his neck, pulling him closer. Since this time he was still in his armor, Jason did not push her away. She couldn’t truly feel his body and scars under all those layers so that he could accept. But it didn’t mean she was off the hook. He bit on her bottom lip. Hard, drawing a bit of blood and the metallic taste of it in his mouth spur him on even more. He grabbed her legs and locked them on his waist, hoisting her up in the process, grinding against her, getting some more of her sweet sounds. “Did it feel so good in your fantasies with Nightwing?” he mumbled into her skin, mouth tracing the path starting on her jaw, ending on her collarbone.

“No…” she whined, tangling hands in his hair, pulling lightly, not strong enough to try and explain that it was never Nightwing in her wet dreams “No…..”

“You’re not getting away from me.” He bit on the sensitive skin, her head falling back in ecstasy. “You’re mine.”

“Yes. Yes. I’m yours. Please….” she wanted so much more from him, but asking would be just so stupid

“You want more, princess?”

“please….”

“too bad I’m not into giving mood.” He smirked and let go off her, causing her to drop to the floor. Again. It was just getting to intimate for her and he couldn’t not have that. “Too bad you will have to take care of yourself. I expect a little show tonight, princess. And you better think about me while coming. You hear me?” he crouched next to her, grabbing her chin and forcing her eyes on him.

“Yes.” She nodded

“I want to hear you moan my name. And then maybe, maybe…. you can convince me to help you. It’s up to you whether I’ll be good for you or not. Just remember….” He leaned forward and whispered in her ear “you’re mine.”

And then, almost like nothing happened, he stood up, collected his helmet and left the room, leaving her panting and gasping and with the sudden urge to give him the best show of his life.

Anything to have him.

Anything....

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justmeinadaze · 4 months

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Little Girl Gone Part 2 (Steddie X You)

Part 1 Here

Warnings: Mafia Gangster Eddie/ Officer (Slightly Mean) Steve/ Fem Doctor Reader, SMUT, dirty talk, degrading (lightly), choking, spanking, Slight FLUFF, they like her

ANGST: Obviously (and not just cause I'm me), Boys interrogate Andrew (mentions of punching him and making him bleed, stabbing his hand), mentions of shootings, mentions of Child Abuse (definitely trigger warning), Eddie talks about an incident with his father that lead to him "getting his ass beat", mentions of Andrews abuse upbringing. Eddie talks about his fears of having another partner brought into his particular life style. Steve get a little short with the reader in the beginning but he apologizes. Cliffhanger ending again because I can :)

Word Count: 6818

“Not if we shoot you first.”

At Eddie’s words, you cocked the gun and pulled the trigger.

The man in front of you screamed in pain as Steve grabbed his arm and pried the weapon from his hand, shoving him to the ground. He hastily passed it to the gangster before stepping over the person you had just shot in the shoulder.

“Y/N, give me that.” The adrenaline and fear of what you just did coursed through you as your hands shook. You knew he was speaking but you couldn’t understand a word. “Y/N! GIVE ME THE GUN NOW!”

A heavy exhale left his lips as you pointed the weapon at him causing him to pause as he held his hands up once again.

“Honey, everything’s ok. Hey, look at me. No. Don’t look at him. Focus on me, baby.”, Steve cooed as your eyes constantly flicked to the gangster in pain and bleeding on your living room floor. “I’m sorry I shouted. I’m not angry with you and neither is Eddie. Right, Ed?”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

“See? You did good, baby girl. Now, remember what we said about letting us take control?” Tears began to stream down your cheeks as you nodded eliciting a soft smile from him. “Good. That’s good. Can you let us take care of this for you? Can you give me my gun, Y/N?”

Slowly, he inched closer to you, extending one of his hands as he continued to whisper praise.

“Good. Good, baby. You’re so brave. I’m going to grab the gun now, ok?”

You nod your head a bit to aggressively and once again he smiles as he reaches for his weapon. After gradually removing it from your grip, Steve yanks you to him as he firmly presses your face into his chest.

“Everything’s going to be ok, Y/N. I promise. Stay right here with Ed and I’m going to grab my radio real quick just to make sure no one calls in the noise. I’ll be right back, ok?”, he instructed, running down the hallway once you confirmed.

“Hey. How did you know where we were?”, Eddie growled from his place on his heels beside the other man. When he didn’t respond, he roughly grabbed his collar and tugged him upright. “Answer me.”

Andrew spit in the gangster’s face and he threw him back down, kicking him in the stomach for good measure.

“Alright, here’s some pants, honey. I want you to get dressed and put on some shoes. You’re coming with us.”

“We should take her to my loft. The boys and I can watch out for her till we get all this resolved.”

“Am I not safe?”

Both sets of eyes turned to glance your way at your question and before they said a word you knew the answer.

“Definitely not now after you shot one of Jason’s men.”, Andrew laughed sarcastically. “As soon as he finds out, he’s going to send people to rip you apart, you fucking whore!”

Steve stepped towards him, pressing his foot against the bullet wound making the man howl in pain.

“Shut. Up.” After his last word, the officer punched him in the face so hard it knocked the man out. “Y/N, come on. I need you to focus! Put these on and grab your shoes—”

You palm collided with his cheek hard and Eddie hastily placed himself between you two.

“This is all your fault! I told you I never wanted to see either of you again!”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t hear you protesting last night!”

“Fuck you, Steven!”

“You don’t get to fucking call me by my name like that, little girl. You will show me the respect I fucking deserve!”

“HEY!”, Eddie bellowed, silencing you both. “Steve, grab this asshole and put him in the trunk of your cruiser. We’ll interrogate him in my building. Do you think you can manage that?”

With his eyes never leaving your own, he nodded before turning to do what the gangster commanded. Once the officer was out of sight, he faced you, gaze and tone equally as intense.

“Put on your clothes and pack anything you may need for the next couple of days. After we find out how he knew where we were and make sure it’s safe, you can come back home.” When you started to protest, his eyes darkened to a level that told you it was time to listen. “This isn’t a negotiation. You’re coming with us. Now, we’ll be leaving in 15 minutes whether you have a bag or not so I would stop wasting time and do as we say. Do I make myself clear?”

Scoffing in annoyance, you begin to head towards your bedroom to pack but a ringed hand abruptly grabbed your bicep holding you in place.

“I said do I make myself clear? I don’t like being ignored.”

“And I don’t like random gangsters breaking into my apartment.”, you sass.

His eyes continued to bore into yours as his grip remained steadfast; neither of you willing to back down.

“This is the second time in two days you’ve saved my life.” Eddie’s sentence threw you off guard as a shaky, nervous breath escaped your lips at his change in tone. “I’d like to return the favor by saving yours.” Releasing his hold on you, you gave him one final glance before running to your bedroom.

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The Munson gang ran an entire area of Hawkins but the head himself had an entire building dedicated to him and his business. It was common knowledge that this was a place meant for certain people for certain reasons but rumors around town said police could never get a warrant or find anything incriminating to seize it and arrest people inside.

“Stay by me and don’t say a word.”, Eddie commanded, flashing you a comforting smile when you nodded.

Steve parked his cruiser around back, taking a side entrance so no one would see him going in, let alone with one of the rival gang’s men over his shoulder.

As you entered through the front door, the gangster’s entire demeanor shifted into a more authoritative one as he stood up as straight as he could and hardened his features.

“Hey, Mr. Munson. We were really worried about you.”, a doorman greeted at the front desk.

“I’m fine, Marcus. No reason to worry. I’m going to my loft; can you make sure no one bothers me? I don’t care if it’s the fucking mayor. Tell ‘em Edward Munson is busy.”

“Yes, sir.”

You watch with wide eyes as he motions for a man in a security uniform with his finger and whispers something you can’t hear into his ear. As you both stroll towards the elevator, a bunch of men run past you and exchange words with the man before disappearing from your view.

As the doors close, Eddie pushes the top floor button, noticing your eyes scan the other floors.

“These two floors are for men that work for me. Most of them are people who can’t afford homes or a place to stay so I set them up here. This one is for the kids and people to relax. There’s a pool there and a bar for everyone to have a good time. In this job you need to know when to let go and let your hair down.”, he smiles softly as he continues. “The floor above that is where we keep supplies and do planning if we need to. I have an office there as well that I work from when meeting with partners and things like that. And this…”

The elevator door dings as it opens to a small hallway leading to a door that the man opens and gestures for you to enter.

“This is my apartment.”

Your jaw drops as you step inside and marvel at the gothic style décor of the massive space he called home. There were many feets of open space filled with black furniture to match the setting. Along the walls were different guitars as well as media posters including multiple bands you imagined were his favorites. Near the open kitchen area was a set of stairs that led directly to his open bedroom where you were able to see a huge comfy looking mattress next to a window and a nightstand with some books you couldn’t make out from where you were standing.

“This place is gorgeous.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. Definitely a step up from a trailer.”

Steve banged the front door open as he wrestled with the man in his grip and tossed him roughly to the floor.

“He was awake when I opened my trunk.”, he grunted in frustration as he headed towards the dining room table to grab a chair.

“Y/N, why don’t you put your stuff on the couch and go to that fourth floor I mentioned. There’s a kitchen and you can—”

“I’d like to stay…please…”

Eddie’s eyes scanned you carefully as he delicately took hold of both your arms.

“Pretty girl, what’s about to happen isn’t going to be pleasant. You’ve already dealt with and seen enough these past few days.”

“I’ve seen a lot most of life.”, you breathily chuckle. “Especially in my field. I just…this involves me to and I want to know how worried I should be. Plus…”, you glance towards the officer who was tying the rival gangster to his seat. “I’m scared and I feel like the safest place for me to be is next to you two. You promised me that…that you’d keep me safe.”, you whisper.

After pushing some of your hair behind your ear, he kissed your forehead before heading towards a closet off to the side. As Steve backed away from Andrew, it was just then that you noticed his chest was bare except for his holster making you salivate at how delicious he genuinely looked. The sound of his throat clearing brought you back to reality when your eyes landed his smirking face.

“Caught you.”

“I was, um, I was looking at your abs—”

“I bet you were.”

“At your bruises, officer.” His grin grew as he placed himself in front of you. “You’re going to aggravate your wounds if you keep doing things like this.”

“Doing what? Lifting people over my shoulder?” His strong palms take hold of your hips, picking you up, and placing you on the kitchen counter nearby. “I think I’ll be ok. Look, I’m…I’m sorry I was short with you back there. What you did was incredibly brave.”

“I forgive you. I’m sorry I smacked you.”, you murmur as you cup his face causing Steve to sigh happily as his eyes fluttered shut.

“Are you sure you want to be here for this, honey? It’s not just what we’re about to do to this man but who we have to become.”

His eyebrows raise in surprise when he feels your lips softly connect with his own before his eyes open again to meet yours.

“I want to see it.”

Nodding, he removes his holster and places it beside you just as Eddie comes up beside him, handing him some brass knuckles.

“I want you to know, Y/N, that what you are about to see is NEVER a way we would talk to or treat you. You never have a reason to be afraid of us.”

Eddie’s tone was a mixture of soft but strong as if he desperately needed you to understand this. It made you wonder if past relationships they had been in especially himself were scared away by the behavior they were about to display. Or maybe this particular man had experienced behavior like this on himself from someone he trusted.

Again, you weren’t sure what it was about these men but you trusted them when they said this even reaching for the gangster’s face and kissing his lips.

Flashing one last comforting smile, you watched as their faces slowly fell, their eyes darkening as they slipped into a particular headspace and turned around to face the unlucky man tied to the chair.

***

“You know, I think it’s funny…that you two keep lying to this woman…you and I both know you can’t keep her safe.”, Andrew chuckles as he throws his head back to glare up at them. “You couldn’t even keep him safe!”, he sasses as his eyes gesture towards Steve.

They both smile at each other and Eddie places his hands on his knees as he dips his head into the man’s eyeline.

“How did you know where we were?”

“Lucky guess?”

You jumped as Steve’s fist flew, hitting the gangster in the face so hard that blood flew from his lips.

“I always find it funny myself that Jason keeps men like you around who have zero insight whatsoever.” As Eddie spoke the officer continued to deliver blows to different parts of Andrew’s body. “Because if you did, you’d realize how much trouble you’re actually in.”

“Fuck…you…”

“How did you know where we were?”

Another witty retort, another punch delivered. They went around like this for a while with both men getting nowhere. As your eyes scanned the rival gangster, you noticed even with considerable amount of damage he received, he didn’t seem to be phased at all. While this lifestyle was rough and Andrew had probably been punched many times there was no way he could still be as cognitive as he was.

“Were you beat up a lot as a kid?” Your voice cut through the chaos as all the men glanced your way. “Since you were a child, maybe?”

Steve’s eyes scanned the bleeding man as his jaw clenched and he tried to sit up straighter. He had seen this before many times in interrogations. You were on to something.

“H-Hurting him like this won’t get through to him. He should be at the very least passed out by now but it’s kind of like a built-up tolerance. He’s been through this already and since he’s still so young… I would assume either he was bullied—”

“Which wouldn’t be the case, would it, Mr. Jock-I’m-Best-Friends-with-a-Prom-King?”, the cop teased.

“…Or he grew up with it in his house.”

Eddie’s gaze shifted from you back to Andrew as he folded his arms and waited for a response.

“Well look at that, Andy. It looks like you and I have some things in common.”

The gangster casually reached into his pocket and flipped open his switch blade eliciting a small whine from you at the action as the veins in arm flexed while holding it to the man’s throat. Why was that so fucking hot?

“Your father was a businessman if I’m not mistaken, just like my friend here.”, he muses as he pats Steve’s shoulder. “From the stories I’ve heard from him, I’m not surprised your dad was an asshole. Me on the other hand, I had the head of a mafia corporation as a parent. Trust me, Al definitely knew how to teach me and my mom a lesson.” The knife he was holding gradually traveled down Andrew’s chest to his stomach.

“One day while he was at work, I stole a pack of cigarettes from his nightstand thinking with how much that man smokes he’d never notice. Joke was on me because when he got home, he dragged me out of bed and threatened to cut off my fingers if I didn’t tell him the truth.”

Abruptly, Eddie slams the blade into the man’s hand making him scream before Steve covered his mouth.

“I told him what he wanted to hear and fucker still beat my ass.”, he laughs sarcastically. “How did you know where we were.” When all Andrew did was cry and whine, he twisted the knife causing him more pain.

“I followed you! I fucking followed Steve from the station! Goddamn it!”

“Did you tell Jason where you were going?”

“NO! The last time I called him was as this fucking dumbass left! Jason told me, to grab you and kill Steve if he got in the way! I didn’t even know anyone else was in the apartment! If I had I would have fucking taken her out.”, he spat through gritted teeth. “Jason doesn’t care about your fucking whores, you fucking dick!”

As Andrew kept shouting obscenities, Eddie slowly moved till he was standing directly in front of you and his fingers reached out to caress your cheek.

“But, oh, just you wait! Because when I tell him what happened, he’s going to torture them both in front of you so you can watch them fucking suffer! Sweetheart, I don’t know what these assholes promised you but I assure you aligning yourself with them is the biggest mistake you’ll ever making make!”

“Close your eyes, baby.”

As soon as you do what he says, you squeak and cover your ears as the deafening sound of a gun rings loud through the room.

“Don’t open them until one of us says, ok?”

You nod as you listen to them move quickly around you. Eddie makes a phone call to a couple of his men and murmurs instructions to them when they come up to his home. Mid way through everything, you feel strong arms grip your wrists to wrap your arms around a sweat dripping neck.

“It’s alright, honey. It’s just me. Hold on tightly, alright?”, Steve cooed as he lifted you off the counter and carried you up the stairs before placing you on a mattress. “You can open your eyes now.”

As you carefully pry them open, you are met with the officer’s soft honey irises as he kneeled in front of you on his knees. After removing your shoes and pants, he notices your hands that you had placed in your lap were subtly shaking.

“Everything’s ok, baby girl. He was just shouting those things to rattle you. Andrew was never the carefullest criminal. I know he was Jason’s friend but I’m surprised he kept him around with all the mistakes that kid made.” His large hands cover your own as his thumbs comfortingly rub against your skin. “Eddie and I aren’t like that. We are very meticulous especially when it comes to each other. We aren’t going to let anyone fucking hurt you.”

You only muster a small nod before Steve tilts you back against the pillow and pulls the covers up to your shoulders.

“Steve? Will you stay with me please?”

“Yeah, um, let me clean up a bit.”

Once everything was resolved, Eddie exhaustedly climbed up his stairs, taking off his shirt and tossing it aside before freezing at the sight in front of him. You and his boyfriend were fast asleep on his bed with you seemingly gripping his hand for dear life. Steve had placed his arm around your waist but you intertwined your fingers with his own and clung to his arm like child holds a teddy bear. He was the big spoon to your little one and for the first time in a long while the man he loved seemed to be sleeping peacefully.

Carefully, he slid in beside you, kicking his shoes gently to the floor, and drifting off to sleep himself.

############

“10-4 that’s a negative on Officer Harrington. If anyone gets eyes on him please be advised the captain is looking for him.”

Steve’s eyes groggily shot open just as Eddie rolled over to unclip the walkie from his vest on the floor and hand it to him just above your head.

“Yeah, hey 10-4. Officer Harrington here. Does…Does he need me to come in?”

“For your shift? Yes, he would appreciate that.”

Checking his watch, he bolted awake and jumped from the bed to hastily put on his clothes.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I overslept. These 48hr days are killing me. Tell the captain I’m on my way! Over and out.”

“Are you late, Steven?”, Eddie joked as he cracked his eyes open to watch the man fumble with his wardrobe.

“Fucking…woman is like a valium. I’ve never slept so…heavy in my life.”, he mumbled as he threw on his vest and double checked to make sure all his equipment was attached.

“Is it her or the long hours you’ve been working lately to protect me?”

“Is she staying with you today?”

“Way to avoid the question, sweetheart. That’s up to her. Since Jason and the rest of them don’t know about her she can go home and we can follow through with leaving her be.”

Steve paused, letting his shoes dangle in his hand as what the man was saying fully sunk in.

“Oh, I guess you’re right. I just, um…”

Eddie’s eyes fully open as he sits up and leans his head on the officer’s shoulder while comfortingly rubbing his back.

“I know. I like her to but she really needs to think about if this is a life she wants to be a part of. We didn’t exactly have a choice but she does.”

***

When you wake up, you find yourself alone in bed again but as the familiar panic washed over you, the smell of bacon and eggs settles your worried brain. Glancing beside you, you notice your bag was put on a chair near the bed as well as a towel as if to silently inform you that you could take a shower before coming down if you wished.

Grabbing your things, you tiptoe into the bathroom and quickly change. When you finally pause and exhale a nervous breath, your gaze shifts taking in the beautiful area before you. The claw tub was exceptionally huge with an equal size attached standing shower. The black tile matched the décor of the rest of the apartment with the white contrast of everything else making the furniture stand out.

As you pulled up your hair, you took in the items on the sink in front of you taking amusement in the fact that none of it looked expensive. You’d figure as a man who owned this kind of space and ran an entire gang, EVERYTHING he owned would be top-notch. Not to say that you didn’t enjoy the smell of Eddie’s cologne or Steve’s travel sized bottle of hair product. You weren’t the type of woman that needed lavish things and appreciated the fact that it didn’t seem like they did either.

After spraying on your own body spray, you tossed your things to the floor and took a seat on the bed to slide on your shoes. You didn’t mean to be noisy but you couldn’t help being curious as you took in the things around you. On the wall directly across from you was a framed poster for the movie “Evil Dead” and directly beside that a guitar with a signature scrawled across that you couldn’t make out from where you were.

On the nightstand were regular things such as a clock, cigarettes with an ashtray, and a book you assumed was fantasy by the fantastical cover but a framed photo caught your eye as you lifted it to take a closer look.

It was an image of the officer and the gangster in bed holding each other with Steve asleep just below Eddie’s bare chest. His tattooed arm extended out in front of him to get them both in frame as he softly grinned while playing with the other man’s hair.

Smiling to yourself you placed the image back down where you found it and quietly opened the drawer below. Your eyes flicked to the gun that was nestled there, ignoring it as you flipped through some papers you found with words that made no sense and sketches of he and his boyfriend in oddly sexy looking Renaissance style garb.

“Steven Harrington, the salacious, handsome Paladin came to bring justice to Rouge Edward Munson but little did he know that this particular man had a little magic up his sleeve seducing the knight and falling love. Edward had never been in love before but he knew after that night in the Paladin’s carriage, he would do anything for him.”

“I love you to, you nerd.”

You giggle at what you assume is Steve’s comment and place the papers back in the drawer. Near the back was a photo album and your smile grew as you looked at the images within.

“Hm. Steve was right. You are nosey girl.”, Eddie scolded in a light tone as leaned against the railing by the stairs.

“You really love him don’t you?”, you ask, flashing him a picture of the officer rolling his eyes with a smile as the long-haired man laid himself over his shoulders, locking his hands lazily around his neck.

“Yeah, I do.”, he answers as he comes to sit beside you. “I honestly never thought I would…fall in love you know…and definitely not with a fucking cop but…like that saying says, ‘You can’t control who you fall in love with.’”

The gangster’s eyes carefully watch your face as you continue to flip through the images of them together, only looking away when he noticed you blink as your head tilted. The photo you were looking at was what you guessed was a younger Eddie in front of a woman in a beautiful pink gown with wavy curls like his own. He was grimacing as she kissed his cheek but that didn’t erase the happiness that emitted from his demeanor.

“Is this your mom?”, you ask and he affirms. “You look like her.”

“Heh. Thank you, princess. You have no idea how much hearing that means to me.” Turning the page, you find a couple more images of them together but as you continue forward you notice his body language change as a 10-year-old Eddie is standing between two men that look vaguely like him. “That was taken right before my dad left me with my uncle.”

“What happened to your mom?”

“She died.”, he sighed as he suddenly grabbed the album from your hand and put it away. “Come on, I made you something to eat.”

After following him down, you place yourself on one of the stools and wait patiently for him to slide a plate in front of you with a cup of coffee. You mutter thanks as you begin to eat trying to ignore the fact that the gangster’s chocolate-colored irises were once again burning a hole into your skin as he stared at you.

“When I was six.” Eddie stated matter-of-factly as he leaned over the island close to where you were sitting and continued. “My mother died when I was six. I lived with my dad after that but…let’s just say he wasn’t the best father.”

“Was the story you told last night real?” When he nods, a sad sigh leaves you. “I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

He shrugs brushing off the feeling of sadness that always washes over him when he talks about this topic.

“So, yeah, since it seems the Carver’s don’t know about you…I can take you home…and you’ll never hear from us again. I’m, uh, sorry about everything. I promise you won’t get in trouble or anything like that.”

“Oh. Do you want me to leave?”

“No…but I don’t want you to feel trapped either.”, he sighs. “Y/N, we like you so much. I know you said we don’t know you and I understand that but there’s something about you…” When he pauses, you watch as he stands up straighter and hardens his expression like he did when you two first walked into his building. “Steve and I had no choice in the life we chose. Like I told you the other night, I’m a gangster; I kill people. Steve’s killed people and done some other terrible shit that could get him put in prison for the rest of his life. We’re both assholes and as I’m sure you’ve notice have tempers at times. We like to control as much as we can which is hot as hell in the bedroom but can be infuriating anywhere else.”

Stepping around to your side of the island, he swiveled your stool till your body was facing his as his fingers gripped your chin.

“If you stay you’re ours. No one would hurt you or disrespect you because you’d be ours and everyone knows not to mess with things that belong to me.” Your breathing stuttered as his thumb grazes your lips. “We like that you’re strong with a bit of an attitude but you seem like you can also submit and listen which is perfect for men like us. Because that tells me you can handle us, not just out there but under the covers as well.”

Your eyes close as the tip of his nose grazes yours, the humid air from his breath warming your lips.

“Or anywhere else we feel like having you. Against your apartment wall, in the back of Steve’s police car, or even… on this countertop.”

Grabbing his face, you bring his lips to your own mewling at the taste of his tongue as it glides along your own. There was an immediate sense of urgency in your movements as if you didn’t have him now you would implode.

“Wait… your cut—”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. Trust me. Fuck.”, he groans, pulling you out of your chair and spinning you around to bend your top half over the marble in front of you.

Eddie hastily yanks down your pants and panties before fumbling to free his cock from his shorts and spitting in his hand as he strokes it along his length. With his palm pressed to the small of your back, you both moan as he runs his tip between your folds, collecting your slick, and guides himself into your core.

“Oh fuck. Steve was right. Fuck, princess, your pussy is so fucking tight.”

“Eddie…”

“Yeah, baby? Does my dick feel good?” You whine at his question, your hips pushing back to meet his thrusts allowing him to hit that sensitive inside of you that has your eyes rolling as your head hangs. As one of his palms abruptly smacks your ass, the other grabs a handful of your hair, and tugs you backwards till your feel his lips against the shell of your ear.

“I asked you something, little girl. When I ask you something I expect a fucking answer. Does my dick feel good stretching your tight little pussy open?”

“I…I can’t…”

Eddie grumbles through clenched teeth as he wraps his arms around you; one looping around your tummy and the other across your chest so his hand can lightly grip your throat. He pressed your back against him and you whimper as he rolls his hips slower but harder, slamming his cock impossibly deep into your cunt.

“You can’t what? You—fuck—you can’t fucking use your words to answer me? Aw, poor pathetic little girl. So dumb off my cock she can’t even speak.” The palm near your stomach travels between your legs and slaps your clit making you jump. “And so sensitive to. I like that.”

Turning your head slightly, you press your forehead against his cheek and Eddie dips his chin so his lips can kiss yours.

“Y-Your cock…your cock feels so…so fucking good, Eddie!” You rush out your last few words making him grin as he pushes you back down against the counter and pounds into you.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I want to feel you squeeze me.”

Your hands clung to the counter as your body shook and you came hard around him. The gangster grunted at the feeling chasing his high until you heard him moan your name under his breath and feel his release warm your insides.

After he pulled out, you turned your body to face his right as his forehead leaned against your own. Eddie’s eyes were still closed as he continued to pant, his palms resting under your shirt against your lower back.

“I’m afraid.”, he murmured throwing you off.

What could a man like him possibly be afraid of? His eyes gradually opened meeting your confused ones before continuing.

“I wasn’t prepared for Steve nor was I prepared for how much I would come to love and care about him. I would kill for that man and if anyone took him away from me…” He exhaled heavily, shaking his head as if to wipe away the thought entirely. “Like I said, there’s something about you… we weren’t prepared for you either and the way I feel about you after these few days… I’m afraid to be vulnerable like that again. Not just for me but for my business. Another vulnerability is another thing someone can use against me. It’s not just about me when it comes to this gang. I have a lot of people that need me and look up to me…sort of like your patients.”

Your hands cup his face as you tenderly lean forward to kiss his lips.

“Maybe…we all have some thinking to do. I know you said you didn’t have a choice in your lives but you both very much did and do. Being a doctor was who I was meant to be but I very much had a choice of where I opened my clinic and the people I help. I could have turned you both away… I knew Steve wasn’t going to hurt me… but I helped you…”

Eddie nodded in understanding, backing away from you as you two got fully clothed again.

“Would you like me to drive you home?”

“Please.”

###############

Steve exhaustedly sauntered into Eddie’s loft, pulling off his gear and everything he didn’t need as he tossed them on the couch.

“Hey you.”, the long-haired man smiled as he came down the stairs and tenderly kissed the officer as both men fell onto the sofa behind them.

“How was your day?”

“Long. They’re still looking into Carver’s men being murdered but at some point they’ll give up. The higher ups honestly prefer to let you guys duke it out on your own.”

“Did they mention Andrew?”

“No but it’s too soon for Jason to really be worried yet. I imagine you’ll hear from him before we do.” Steve smiled softly as Eddie’s fingers gently ran through his tussled hair and petted his head. “How’s Y/N?”

“She’s good. We had a bit of a talk today and then I took her back to her apartment—”

“You what?”, the officer interrupted in a sharp tone. “So that’s it? You just said a few words and that was that?! You just took her home?!”

“Steve, calm down—”

“NO! Don’t tell me to calm down!”, he shouts as he rises to his feet.

“I thought we agreed that if she wanted to go home and be left alone we would honor that.”

“You didn’t even let me get a chance to say how I feel!”

“Oh? How DO you feel, sweetheart? What would you say if she was here right now?”

“I’d say that I fucking care about her! I think she’s witty and kind... She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life. Besides you, I’ve never wanted to protect and take care of someone more than I do her. Every day I go out there and risk my life but no one fucking cares except you which is one of the many things I love about you. She makes me feel the same way. I feel like she genuinely cares if I’m in pain or hurting.”

“She’s a doctor, babe.”

“It’s more than that, Ed, and I know you know that. FUCK! I wanted to get to know her better. Now she’s going to think we just used her for her clinic and sex. I hate that that’s the last idea she has of us.”

“I don’t think that at all.”

Steve’s head whipped around at your words finding you at the bottom of the staircase in similar pajamas they saw you in when you were watching over Eddie.

“You didn’t let me finish so I thought I’d let you get it all out.”, the gangster smirked. “I was going to tell you I took her back to her apartment because she asked to get a couple of things so she could stay with us for a few days.”

“So we CAN talk and get to know each other better.”

Relief painted Steve’s face as he listened to you speak before determination darkened his eyes and he strides confidently towards you, lifting you into his arms, and carrying you back up the stairs.

Tossing you onto Eddie’s bed, you couldn’t help but giggle as he roughly but needily tore off your clothes as his lips roamed all over your skin.

“I told you, sweetheart, passionate with a good heart.”, Eddie teases as he takes a seat in the chair beside the mattress.

You grinned his way as Steve sucked and nibbled on your neck, his pant covered cock grinding against your core as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Fuck. Did you get to feel her today?”, the officer groaned towards his boyfriend as your lips picked up where he left off, trailing down his jawline while your fingers unhooked his belt and tried to push down his trousers.

“I did and you were right.”, the gangster answered as he leaned forward to capture Steve’s lips. “Her pussy is too fucking good and so tight especially when she comes. Just like you, baby.”

You and Steve moan loudly as you grip his length and guide him into your dripping heat making Eddie’s smirk widen as he licks his lips.

“There you go, pretty boy. Fuck her harder with that big, thick cock. Little girl doesn’t mind it rough, do you baby?” The moment your head shakes, a hand shoots out to pinch your cheeks and adjusts you so your eyes meet his. “What did I say about unanswered questions?”

The man above you pants heavily as he watches your face while his partner’s palm shifts to your throat and squeezes. When he releases his grip, a hiccup and a mewl leave your throat that has Steve grunting aggressively as he pumps into you harder till your eyes close.

“I…I don’t mind it—shit—I don’t mind it rough. Steve, please.”

“You want to see something that really gets him going?”, the gangster whispered in your ear.

You watch as his palm gently runs through his boyfriend’s hair, down his back, and guides effortlessly over his ass. Steve’s head shot up, his mouth falling open into a wide O as Eddie pushed two of his fingers deep inside of his entrance.

Pushing up on to one of his palms, he pounded into you making your cunt cling to him as you listened to all the beautiful sounds that fell from his mouth.

“There you go, baby. Make her cum. Make this good girl cum.”

The coil in your stomach violently snapped, your back arching into his chest as you cried and screamed his name. It was too much for him as Steve fell flat on top of you and chased his high, slamming his seed deep into your body.

“Are you okay?”, you murmur as you nails run softly down his back.

“Yeah…fuck…I’m fine. I’m…I’m glad you decided to…to hang around.”, he pants as he tries to catch his breath.

“Need some water, hun? We ain’t nearly close to being done.”

You both chuckle at Eddie’s words as he tilts down to kiss your lips.

##############

ONE WEEK LATER

“What’s got you all smiley?”, one of the nurses asks you as she passes by your office.

“Nothing, I’m just happy. Am I not allowed to be happy?!”, you joke as the young lady laughs at your response.

“You are absolutely allowed to be. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you wear any other emotion beside stress and worry. Dr. Y/L/N wouldn’t have happened to meet a new guy now did she?”

“No…”, you blush.

“Oh my god, you did! I have to know everything.”

“Isabella, did you come to my office for a reason?”, you deflect.

“Your new patient is here and ready to see you.”

You grin at her as you head down the hallway to the exam room, your grin promptly falling as you read the chart.

“Izzie, are you sure this is the right file?”

“Um, yeah. Why?”

“No reason.”

Her eyes continue to scan you over as you heavily exhale and open the door, stepping inside. A gentleman in a nice suit and a green button up underneath turned to face you beaming from ear to ear as he stepped closer to where you were standing.

“Hello there. You must be Dr. Y/L/N. It’s nice to make your acquaintance. I’m Jason Carver.”

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WAIT! why did I jusr figuire out requests are open? If it’s ok with you, can I request Jason x female reader (daughter of Eros) and it’s making up with one another after an argument which was mainly consisting of reader being slightly jealous and was afraid Jason would leave because she has severe abandonment issues? Thank you! (Also, I always love your aesthetics)

❝ A Thousand Times Prettier ❞

Pairing; Jason Grace X Fem!Reader (Child of Eros) Warning; Fluff, Angst, Comfort! So sorry if your name is Maddie :( Y/n's also a little bitch at the start A/N; Aunty Juno's got an idea. . . I LOVE THIS IDEA, sorry if your name is Maddie btw

What does that whispy little brat have that you don't have double? (Y/N) thought to herself.

That little bitch Maddie Prescott. Child of Apollo, is she now? So prissy and perfect! With perfect golden locs that shimmered down her back, rosy cheeks and thick glossy lips! Such a... fucking slut!

You couldn't help but hate her... Actually why did you hate her again?

Maddie didn't do anything wrong. She wasn't a bitch, brat or a slut. She was just failing at training and asked Jason to help her out or give her some tips. She wasn't flirting with him or being seductive in any way.

But (Y/N) couldn't help but feel jealous. Was this lady trying to take Jason away? No. No. No. No. No! Too many people have left, she couldn't lose another!

(Y/N) sat in the Zeus cabin. Sitting on a beanbag, flicking through a magazine Piper had given her. Grumbling over how pathetic a certain Apollonian was.

The cabin door opened up, Jason walked in with a bit of dirt on his face from the training grounds. “Hey, hun. Whatcha reading?”

His smile was sweet and gentle, he was never a rude man towards (Y/N). Not ever! But (Y/N) was still mad.

“A magazine.” She replied flatly, keeping her hard gaze on the pictures. Something about the latest scandal on Olympus.

“Ooo, anything interesting, dear?” Jason asked, wiping the dried blood off his chin and taking off his boots.

“No.” A cold reply came out of (Y/N). Jason thought she didn't mean the first cold reply, but a second one? That wasn't like his lover.

“You.. You alright?” He asked, hesitantly walking towards the daughter of Eros. (Y/N)'s cold gaze glanced up from the magazine.

“Oh I'm fine. Maybe you should go and hang out with the Prescott girl, hm? Maybe she'll be nicer than me.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

Jason cocked an eyebrow. “Who?” He asked confused. “Wait, Maddie?”

“Yea, considering she's got all your attention lately, just go off and love her! I know you want to.” The child of Eros replied with a icy glare.

“Babe, what?” Jason was dumbfounded. “Why would I love Maddie? She's just been needing help with her training, I don't love her.”

(Y/N) looked him up and down with a glare. “Mhm. And I'm Hera's concubine.” She said sarcastically.

“Don't mention Hera, I've had a long day, I don't want to hear about her.” Jason groaned in annoyance at the mention of her.

“And I don't want to hear about Maddie either. But that's all I hear!” (Y/N) added, with a scowl on her face.

“Look at me, (Y/N).”

She didn't want to look at Jason. She wanted to be and at him, but he had done nothing wrong; why was she so upset then?

“No.” A defiant response answered from (Y/N)'s lips.

“Look at me, honey.” Honey, a nickname that made her melt. Especially when it came from a lover of hers.

(Y/N) reluctantly looked up and stared back at Jason, who had a hard expression. “Why are you so mad at Maddie?”

Tears threatened to spill from (Y/N)'s eyes. Her eyes went glassy and her lips turned down in a pout. “She's a bitch, that's why.”

“What's she done to be called a bitch?” Jason asked back. A quirked eyebrow dawned on his face. “(Y/N). Answer me.”

(Y/N) didn't want to answer. “...”

“Honey.”

“...”

“Dear.”

“...”

“Sweetheart.”

“...”

“Babe, c'mon,” Jason sighed. Her defiance was annoying. “Just tell me.”

A tear ran down her cheek and slid down her throat. “She's taking you away I just know it.” Her voice was still angry and her body was curled up in a ball.

“Are you jealous?” The son of Jupiter asked gently.

“No! I'm not jealous! I'm a child of Eros, not a pathetic.. jealous.... mortal.” (Y/N) hissed out.

“Why are you even jealous of her? You're a thousand times prettier than her!” Jason bit back. His words made more tears spill from her eyes.

A silence filled the room, muffled sobs from (Y/N) were the only present sound.

“Do you want a cuddle?”

The Jupiter son asked, which the child of Eros didn't verbally answer to—but she did get up from her seat and bury herself in his chest.

Jason caressed her hair and held her tightly against him. Comforting her as she sobbed. She hated feeling abandoned, and he knew that.

But he was loyal to her, why would he leave a girl that he saw as a goddess?

#jason grace x reader #hoo #jason grace angst #jason grace x y/n #jason grace x you #jason grace fanart #pjo FANFIC #hoo fanfic #child of Eros #son of Jupiter #thalia grace #thalia pjo #Jason pjo

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A/N: Yeah. IDK, I started writing this on my lunch break because I can't fucking help myself and then couldn't focus on Jason when I got home until I got it finished (typical) so here we are. This might be very fucking shaky - I'm easing back into the writing thing so I'm sorry if it's not great lmao. Enjoy angels! x

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY. dom!reader, sub!Marcus, oral (f receiving), face fucking/grinding, degradation, praise, hair pulling, slight brief choking, dirty talk, brief use of colour system, mentions of free use

He’s on the phone when you quietly slip through his office door, and your heart warms at the wash of surprised joy that floods his face at your unexpected appearance. He holds a finger up to let you know he’ll be a minute before his attention drops to the papers strewn across his desk, and you take the opportunity to discreetly lock his door.

He takes no notice, too immersed in relaying case information and potential hits to hear the click of the latch. Success. You wander over to his desk, rounding the messy surface until you're able to perch on the edge just to the side of him, ensuring to keep the documents he needs out from under you.

It's been days, perhaps weeks, since you've seen him - well and truly seen him. Sure, he comes home every night to curl around you, when the pixels on your phone screen showcase some absurd early hour. Sure, he hovers in the mornings, long enough to coax you awake with the sweet roll of his lips against yours and it's just so damn lovely... but today? Today it's not enough.

The nights without him, where you're left with nothing but your fingers to try and ebb the throb churning deep in the pit of your stomach - they're torture. No matter how you do it, how often you do it, fingers stiff and tired from the exertion of hurtling yourself up yet another peak... it just doesn't work. The feeling remains, simmering just below the surface.

There's just some things that only he can do, and easing that hot, unrelenting ache is one particular skill that he's mastered over the course of your relationship.

Finally - God, finally - that fucking phone leaves his hand, and then he's looking up at you, giving you a soul shattering smile that does absolutely nothing to calm the wild fire growing along your veins.

Such a pretty boy.

"This is a pleasant surprise," he says.

Oh, sweet thing, you have no idea.

“You’ve been neglecting me, Marcus."

Your words stop him in his tracks, that beautiful smile ever so slightly wavering on his lips. A frown soon starts to follow, and for a moment he seems speechless. Tsk'ing lightly under your breath, you slide the small distance along the desks edge until you're fully in front of him, smoothing your hands along his collar until your fingers can pluck at and fix his skewed tie.

"Work, work, work—that’s all it’s been with you lately."

“Oh," he murmurs regretfully, throat bobbing above where your fingers play, "honey, it wasn’t my intention to—”

One quick tug of the tie and the words die instantly on his tongue. His eyes widen in surprise, darting between your own as the silky fabric cuts softly into the skin of his throat, and you tilt your head in faux confusion.

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

You see the moment it happens, where a dreamy sort of glaze rolls over his warm eyes and then he's softening in your hands, completely at your mercy. Completely yours. Tongue darting out across his suddenly dry lips, he gives a slight shake of his head, and you hum in quiet approval, loosening the tie back to its original state.

“Whatever will I do with you?" You muse as you fix the tie back into its usual perfectly neat knot.

The question is rhetorical of course, and he wisely keeps quiet. Your hands wander once you're bored of fiddling with the silky fabric, running along his broad shoulders and up his throat, thumbs smoothing over his cleanly shaven jawline and tracing over his plush lips that part under your touch.

"I've missed you," you murmur, leaning forward to steal a taste of them.

He exhales softly under the pressure of your mouth, lips yielding to yours and following their direction with ease. It's slow, so painfully slow and sensual and passionate, and it's glorious.

God, how you've missed him.

You've missed him, and the scent of his cologne, and the subtle wash of his shampoo. You've missed how he makes you feel; how one hand on the cheek makes you feel so delicate, so cherished and loved and wanted; how one wet stroke of his tongue against yours makes you practically dizzy with pure need.

It's all reflected back at you when you finally break away from him, swimming in those eyes that blink ever so lovingly up at you.

"Can you do something for me, sweet boy?"

"Anything," he whispers huskily, eyes fluttering when your lips ghost over his, "I'll do anything you want."

“Oh? Good. Get on your knees.”

The desk chair is kicked back immediately, and he soon drops to his knees in front of you, hands naturally coming to rest on his thighs. Those wide doe eyes never leave yours, waiting for your approval, your instruction, anything.

"There's that good boy I know," you breathe, gently carding a hand through his soft hair, heart thundering as he practically melts like butter under your touch. "Always so good for me, aren't you?"

"Yes, ma'am. Only for you."

"Good. Now, sweet, sweet boy, as for your apology for leaving me all on my lonesome for so long..." you lean back on his desk, bracing your weight on your elbows and slowly spreading your legs as far as your business skirt would allow, "get to work, and make it quick, Agent. You’re a busy man, after all.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He wastes no time in shoving your skirt up and out of the way, molten eyes darkening further when he finds no underwear in his path. The cool air hits your exposed pussy, the arousal built from days of no touch from him no doubt glistening noticeably along your folds in the harsh fluorescent office lighting.

"Fuck," he exhales sharply, before the firm stroke of his tongue glides agonisingly slowly along your slit.

The wet heat of his mouth soon encloses around your clit, and you hiss from the bolt of pure electricity that rockets along your nerves - finally. It's both a sweet relief and complete torment. It's almost too much with how sensitive you feel, how every little lick and suck to the nerve feels like pure fucking blissful agony.

He does as he's told, tongue rolling and smoothing and rubbing over your clit in all the delicious ways you like before diverting his attention elsewhere, dragging and pushing the thick width of muscle into your cunt and groaning when he feels you flutter around it.

Your hand flies to knot tightly in his hair, and you exhale shakily as another rough moan vibrates the very centre of you. God, you should tell him to keep it down, but even you don't care anymore.

Ever so slightly, you start to rock carefully against his face, using your hold on his short locks to keep him close and still as you start to find your pleasure at your own pace. Maybe it didn't have to be as quick as you thought, maybe this will be how you keep him for a little while.

"Colour?"

"Green," he replies hoarsely, lashes fluttering against his cheeks.

His hands fly to your thighs, digging into the soft flesh of them in an attempt for purchase, more noises spilling from his throat as you start to slide your wet cunt more firmly back and forth against his mouth, his nose dragging against your clit with every upwards roll.

“Oh Marcus," you mutter softly, chest heaving from the onslaught of ecstasy your body is being assaulted with, "what would your team think of you right now? Trembling at the desperation of being used, like some pathetic little fucktoy.”

He shudders heavily against you, panting into your cunt like a man starved.

“You like that idea, sweet boy? You want me to use you? Whenever I want, wherever I want it?"

He makes a strangled noise of approval, brows pulling together as his face pinches in euphoria. The mere idea of him being so fucking into playing your own personal sex toy aids in building that pressure building steadily in your core with every slick grind against his mouth.

Just a little more. Just a little -

"Fu-uck," you whine, head rolling back on your shoulders as the tight promise of release starts to linger just in reach, "that's it, pretty boy. Stay just like that. Just like - fuck, you're doing so good. So good for me. My sweet boy, my - God, Marcus -"

An eruption of stars overtake your vision as you fall from that deliciously sharp edge, your thighs briefly coming in to close around his head as you ride out your climax against his face. He merely groans loudly against you, greedily taking everything you give him and more.

You feel boneless when the bliss eventually fades into a pleasant glow of warmth along your limbs, and you carefully sit up and readjust yourself on the desk as Marcus struggles to catch his breath beneath you, your arousal and cum smeared so prettily over his jaw.

"Are you okay, hon?"

His dazed eyes roll to yours, and he gives a wide, lazy grin.

"Yeah, I'm -" he exhales deeply, stretching his neck from side to side before nodding, "I'm good. Are you okay?"

Chuckling quietly, you give a small nod and brush some of the sweat that built along the back of your neck away, taking your own deep, steadying breath. You reach for the box of tissues on the corner of his desk, and swipe some into your hold.

His eyes, full of adoration, follow your every move, and soften even further when you start to clean the mess gently from his skin. He catches your hand before you can move too far from him, and you let him coax you closer, until he's able to press a tender kiss to your lips.

"I love you."

"I love you," you grin, "sit tight, handsome. I'll get you a water -"

Your legs give in the second you stand, and if it weren't for Marcus hurrying to steady you, you would've met the floor in seconds. He's laughing as he helps you down onto the floor next to him, running a hand along your thighs to massage some feeling back into them.

"Maybe we'll give the water a pass for now," he grins.

"That might be a good idea."

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #marcus pike x you #marcus pike #pedro pascal x reader

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toxinoire · 7 months

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Feeling inspired so if Heathers the Musical was filmed on a set.

Director: And, action!

Veronica: A future gas station attendant.

Kurt: ....

Kurt: ...You have a zit right there.

Veronica: That wasn't your line.

Kurt: I know, I forgot my line.

Director: WAIT keep that there. That is perfect!

Veronica and Kurt: What-

~~~~~

Heather: If I took a meat cleaver down the center of your skull, I'd have matching halves. That's very important.

Heather:

Heather: Pfft-

Heather: Heather!

Heather: Sorry, sorry. I can't help it because now I am imagining you holding a meat cleaver trying to measure Veronica's angles.

Director: This is the 75th take.

~~~~~

Heather: Honey whatcha waiting for-

Heather: *push* SHUT UP HEATHER!

Heather: *falls*

Heather: Ow.

Heather: Oh crap wait-

~~~~~

Everyone: Holyyyy shiiiitttt

Veronica:

Veronica: Crap, wait I forgot my que, sorry.

~~~~~

Heather: VERONICA DON'T FORGET THE CORN NUTS IT'S NOT A PARTY WITHOUT CORN NUTS!

Veronica:

Heather:

Both: Pft-

Director: Damn it you two.

~~~~~

Ram: Why do you gotta be so weird all the time-

Martha: Says the guy who wears his underwear for half the musical.

Ram: Martha please stop, we need to get through this scene.

~~~~~

Heather: My d---'s bigger than John Lennon!

Director: HEATHER STOP-

~~~~

Kurt: Veronica, please take this seriously.

Veronica: Kinda hard to when you're singing about balls and well, you two are actually gentleman in real life.

~~~~

Kurt and Ram: Big sword fight in her mouth~

Martha: How do you even fit two d!cks in one mouth?

Heather: Martha, you're not even in this scene.

~~~~

JD: We can start and finish war- *drops gun* Oh shit.

Kurt, in a spiderman position on the fence: Hah you dropped your- *falls* AH

~~~~

Veronica: Shouldn't you three be dead, why are you in this scene?

Heather: The director thought it would be funny for Kurt and Ram to attend their own funerals.

~~~~

Miss Flemming: *reading the lyrics for Shine A Light* Do...Do I have to say this?

Director: Yeah.

Miss Flemming: "I faked it" Did you forget we casted my real husband for this-

~~~~

Heather: Are you saying Westerburg is a bad place?!

Heather: No I- *starts laughing*

Heather: Heather, come on.

Heather: Sorry, it's kinda weird to see you be mean when you're the nicest person ever.

Heather: We need to get through this scene.

Heather: Okay, okay. Bully me, give me your best.

Heather: Oh my gosh Heather.

~~~~

Martha: *practicing* I took that scab and put in a loc- Okay, I don't want to say that.

Director: You have too.

Martha: My character is supposed to be an innocent bean, not a creep.

Director: Because she's not a creep.

Martha: No one fucking puts a scab in a locket!

~~~~~

Veronica: This is it! I won't cry-

JD: But I would.

Veronica: Jason stop interrupting me while I sing this song is very hard to sing.

~~~~~

Veronica: How am I supposed to take this seriously when Heather's in a kimono and Kurt and Ram are in their underwear posing like 🧍🏻‍♀️

~~~~~

JD: I WAS MEANT TO BE YOOOOUUUURRRSSSSS

Veronica: I'm in the closet-

JD: Veronica, stop.

~~~~~

Veronica: I wish you'd come with me!

JD: I wish I had more TNT!

Veronica:

JD:

Both: *starts laughing*

Director: Damn it! Take 67!

~~~~~

JD: Our love is Gooooooddddd

Veronica: Say hi to God.

Heather³, backstage: Kaboom~

~~~~~

All: BEAUTIFUUUUUULLLLLL

Director: CUT!

Everyone: Oh thank goodness.

Heather: That was a hard note to hold.

#veronica sawyer #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #chansaw #heather chandler #heather duke #heather mcnamara #dukesaw #mcnamawyer #poly!heathersxveronica #jason dean #martha dunnstock

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Oh I’m about to go feral over handyman Jason. I can feel it coming

Jason heard the soda can on the counter and grunted his thanks as he worked on the bolt he was trying to loosen.

"Maggie Mae," he heard you call softly, "You want some lunch-"

"A margarita on the rocks."

"Mags, that's not-"

"Honey. I am 74. I'm gonna drop dead way before my liver can fail."

You snort, "Want a Porterhouse and a pack of menthols to go with that?"

"Menthols are for pussies."

Jason barked a laugh and then promptly had to muffle a swear when his tool slipped and bashed his thumb.

"Why didn't you tell me Jason was here?" she asked.

"Hey miss Maggie," he called.

"Did my girl take care of you or did she just put you to work?" she asked, nudging his booted foot, prompting him to get out of her way she she could make her drink.

"She got me a soda, Mags I'm good-"

"Do you want a sandwich-"

"No I'm-"

"Y/N will you order a pizza or something?"

"Mags," he cut in laughing. "Really I'm good. I got a sandwich and some chips out in the truck."

"That's not enough for a hard working boy like you," she scolded.

"You've done it now," you tell him, rolling your eyes as you pull out your phone. Now that Maggie's on a roll there's no stopping her. And trying will just get you scolded... she took a nap and woke up feisty.

"It's fine-"

"It is not, Young man. You will eat a good lunch and-"

"Mags, why doesn't he just come back for dinner- if he doesn't have other plans. You know I'm making you some fajitas and-" You break off, wincing when Jason pulls hiis head out from under the sink and mouth 'sorry' when Maggie rounds on him as he started to protest.

"No actually dinner would be better- Lane and Dallas need help with some pool stuff and I gotta go do that after-"

"Dinner it is," Maggie said huffing, rimming her rocks glass with salt. "Be here at 7pm sharp."

'Thanks' Jason mouthed over her shoulder, ducking back under the sink. You couldn't be too mad at him, right? And would it be inappropriate to ask if you were dating anyone... Just. You know. So he knew.

#Jason Todd #Jason Todd x reader #handyman!jason #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

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m-writes-stories · 4 months

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I'm Always Here - Part 4

Warnings: pregnancy talk, medical talk, preeclampsia, talk of terminating pregnancy, language,

Word Count: 1675

“I’m sorry to inform you, but you have a serious health condition. About 5-8 women are diagnosed with it, but it affects everyone differently”

“Which is?” Travis asked.

“Preeclampsia. It's a serious blood pressure condition that develops during pregnancy. The bleeding was just your body shedding its uterine lining, because it doesn’t believe there is a baby in you. Which really doesn’t have anything to do with preeclampsia but it is just something that can happen. I’m so sorry.”

“So what’s the best option for us?” You asked.

“You can continue with the pregnancy, but there can be serious complications. I can 100% sit down and talk about them with you guys. Obviously we can terminate the pregnancy–”

“No, that won’t be happening,” you said.

“What’s the risk? Travis asked.

“Fetal growth restriction, which is where the placenta does not receive as much blood as it should, causing your baby to be undersized. Preterm labor, which is where you give birth prior to about 35 weeks. Placenta abruption, which is where the placenta detaches from the uterine wall. And worse case scenario–”

“Our baby dies,” you said.

“Yes.” The doctor says.

“Ok, so what now?”

“Now we just take this pregnancy one day at a time. We have some time before we really notice any problems. So we will just make an appointment every other week until we start to notice a major problem.”

“Okay, can I be discharged today? Is that possible? Or-“ you asked the doctor.

“You can be discharged today. But I want you to be as cautious as possible. So no stressful events, not as much physical activity—“

“No stressful events? Travis plays in the NFL, his games will always be stressful to me.”

“Honey I will be fine with you not being there.” Travis says.

“But babe-“

Travis gave her a look.

“Trav, I am not missing your games. I want to go to them,” tears sprung to your eyes, “I feel like I wouldn’t be supporting you.”

Travis hugged you, rubbing your back. He felt bad.

“Would going to games be bad?” He asked the doctor.

“It depends on how stressed she gets at games. If it is super stressful then I would recommend not going.”

“Ok, I mean I guess I can watch from home.”

“Yeah, and you will have Avery.”

“That’s true Avery always lowers stress.” You said, “I can try going to one game and see what I do. If I get too bad I can go home.”

You and Travis headed home. You were in the passenger seat and grabbed his hand for comfort. You needed it right now at this moment.

“It’s gonna be ok, I promise. We are gonna get through this, pretty girl,” Travis said.

“I want a boy.”

“What?”

“I want a boy. I want a boy so you can teach him to play football, I want him to do wrestling, but most of all I think you would be a good boy dad.”

“You want to be a football mom don’t you?”

“I’m already gonna be a wife so why not?” You smirked. “But I think you will be an amazing boy dad. You are an amazing girl dad, but I really think you will be an amazing boy dad. Someone you can wrestle around with.”

“Are you saying our daughter can’t be a wrestler?”

“No, I’m just saying you and our son would be best friends.”

“Oh okay. Secret codes and everything oh that would be awesome!” He cheered, “Jason would love that.”

“See what I’m saying. No secret codes to hide things from me though.”

“Oh never. You are a good mom. I hope you know that.”

“Oh I doubt myself many times.”

“Why? I could have never asked to have a better mom to two of my kids.”

“I need a break sometimes.”

“Every parent, not just moms, need a break sometimes. And that is ok. You are the best mom to Avery and I know you will be a great mom to our second kid. Speaking of which, when do you think we can find out the gender?”

“Jason and I already discussed this.”

“Wait, so you’re telling me, that you talked to my brother before you talked to your future husband?”

“Jason is throwing the gender reveal.”

“Why can’t I throw the party? I throw the best parties.”

“You threw Avery’s. Jason wants a turn.”

“But I’m better at it.”

“Trav, if I were to allow you to throw my party, it would turn into, somehow, some way, a party for you.”

“True.”

“Plus Donna is gonna help along with Kylie and the kids.”

“So if I can’t throw the gender reveal party, can I throw a party just because?”

“No.”

“Why not? I love to party.”

He pulled into the driveway and you got out slamming the door heading inside.

“Baby wait.”

“No Travis. We have had this argument before. You can’t just party all the time. You wanted to step back up as a father. So step the fuck up. We are having another kid. I’m pregnant with our second child.”

You walk into the house going up the stairs. You go into the bathroom, shutting the door. You couldn’t let Travis see you like this. You were vulnerable.

“Baby, I’m sorry. This is new to me. I haven’t been around for basically all of Avery’s life, I don’t know how to be a dad. Or even to be a responsible adult. Please open the door.”

You opened the door, tears running down your face. You didn’t wanna look up at him. You didn’t wanna show him.

“Baby, please look at me. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how to do this yet. This is a big adjustment. I’m sorry.”

You looked up at him. You were ashamed of this. You didn’t want him to see.

“I promise that I am going to try to be the person you need me to be. But I need you to understand that this is going to take some time, but I love you and I want to be here for you, Avery and our new baby.

“Travis, I’m gonna need you more than ever to step up. I can’t be wrestling around a toddler while pregnant. I hate to say this, but for a little while I need you to be strict on Avery. I need you to be a parent, and not just a fun uncle for her.”

“Okay, I’ll be dad. I got this.” He said.

“I hate doing this but it’s for my health Travis. You know that. I don’t want-“

“Baby, I know. We gotta play good cop bad cop for a while. And that means to keep my wife healthy, I gotta be the bad cop.”

You leaned him down and kissed him, giggling.

“You called me your wife?” you said, tears starting to collect in your eyes once more.

“Yeah, you’re gonna be my wife. Better start calling you my wife.”

“Does that mean I can call you my baby daddy?’

“No, that is not what that means,” he said sternly.

“Fine, my husband.”

You walked back out into the living room. Avery was at Donna’s house, so you and Travis could have a night to yourselves.

“Babe, what does your schedule look like tomorrow for the game?” you asked Travis.

“Pretty standard.”

“Standard? I haven’t been with you for almost a year. What does the standard look like?”

“I have to be at the facility at 11 since it is a 3:25 game. Then I probably won’t be home until between 8-9.”

You already knew this would be a long pregnancy, just knowing how many times you had cried in the last 24 hours. And now you were crying again.

“I’m fine Travis, just the hormones. This sucks. I’m going tomorrow.”

“First, honey you aren’t fine and that’s ok, something made you upset. And second, why? You don’t need to go to the game.”

“What are all your cocky friends gonna say when your wife doesn’t show up to a single game all season? Or what are their snobby girlfriends and wives gonna say? Everyone is gonna think that I am only with you for your money.”

——

The next morning, Donna was over and walked upstairs seeing you with your hair in rollers, in the bathroom at your vanity.

“Good morning sunshine. You are glowing today,” Donna said.

“I most definitely am not glowing.”

“Is Travis still here? I don’t remember seeing his car in the driveway.”

“Trav!” You yelled, “give it a few seconds.”

Travis came sprinting into the bathroom.

“What? What is it? Are you ok? Is Avery ok? Is baby #2 ok?”

“I think that was a record.”

“Same.” Donna laughed, “his face was priceless.

“I know.” You chuckled, “that was great.”

“So everything is okay?”

“Yeah your mom just wanted to know if you were still here.” You said.

“So you yelled, like that?”

“It worked. Did it not?”

“No it did. I don’t think I have ever ran that fast.”

Avery walked in and hugged her mom.

“Avery honey I’m gonna be using hot tools here in a minute you’re gonna have to go somewhere else.”

“Ok mama. Daddy can I watch tv in your bed?”

“Sure baby.”

Travis took her into the bedroom and got a movie set up.

“He is a good dad.”

“I had to bitch at him several times for him to be one.” You said getting the rollers set.

“Really?”

“Yup. I’m gonna go to the game today. He bucked me hard over it.”

“Why doesn’t he want you to go?”

“I went to the hospital yesterday.”

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“Remember the blood stain?”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, it turns out I have preeclampsia.”

“Oh my god, Y/N I’m so sorry.”

“So I can’t be stressed out and I’m going to his game. And so now he is a little mad at me.”

“I mean he is just looking out for you.”

“Yeah, just sometimes it’s too much.”

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cozy-earthbaby · 9 months

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3 of a Soul - (part 3)

(Repost)

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(A/N - Everyone is over 18 to make life easier)

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Jason was pissed.

There was nothing really else about it.

It started with Replacement.

Jason had asked him the check out a new cafe that had popped up close to his turf that was giving him all the wrong vibes. Just standing outside the place made Jason's skin crawl and the pits go wild. Obviously, there was something wrong with the place, and who beast to sus it out than the most paranoid of the Bats? So far so good. Then Tim kept going back, and not even going back to investigate. No. He was gone for hours in there just enjoying himself and getting unrelated work done.

That really set Jason's mood off.

So, what did he do?

He got Dicky involved.

Who then dragged along Demon Brat.

Surely, they would get to the bottom of what was going on, right?

Wrong.

They had become just as bad as Tim! Dick was even stopping in there as Nightwing before patrols and getting a drink to go. It was getting ridiculous! And it was pissing Jason off to no end.

That's how he found himself standing outside the cursed establishment, swearing to himself as his brothers eagerly pushed him to the door.

"Come on, little wing! This place is great! Just wait till you meet the boys. Danny is a riot! and Pete is such a sweety. They're great!!! Oh. and maybe you'll get to see Ro! They're something else I tell ya! Trust me. You'll love it in there." Dick was clambering on as they neared.

"I swear Dicky. If you make me regret coming here, I'm putting glitter in your shoes." Jason grumbled out bitterly.

"Todd, don't be immature. Danny is harmless, Peter is amiable, and Ro is respectable. There is no need for you to act like a child." Damien chastised in a bored tone.

"Amiable? Respectable? Don't let them hear you say that! You won't hear the end of it." Tim teased out, clearly excited to enter the cafe.

The bell let out a chime as the four of them walked in the door.

Jason immediately felt the pits both rise up and curl into itself. Looking around, he locked eyes with the cause, and the cause looked back. Time seemed to stop, and Jason couldn't take his eyes off the man before him as he approached the counter. He was pale, almost sickly, a tad shorter than Tim but taller than Damien, with impossibly dark hair, eye bags, and the brightest blue eyes Jason had ever seen. His presence both demanded attention and demanded for one to look away. The world froze as their eyes met, eyes matching eyes, the eyes of predators. A lazy grin and a cocked brow rested on the young man's face, looking almost excited. A challenge. A challenge Jason didn't know if he could win. Fear. Jason was seeing green.

"Don't even think about it!" A feminine voice called out, stern and authoritative. From the back came a tall strawberry blonde, standing in what could be described as a 'scolding mom' pose. A handsome young man with chestnut hair and sweet honey doe eyes stood next to them, amused smirk on his face. "Danny. We talked about this."

Like a broken spell, the world returned to normal, not a bit of green to be seen. The pits had gone quiet.

Jason almost felt... at peace.

The young man seemed to deflate into a dramatic sigh. The intimidating aura that was coming from him all but vanished, breaking the illusion of whatever that was.

" But Rooooo! He's perfect! Look at him! Just one little fight, please?? I promise I won't break anything." Danny wined out as he lazily gestured to the group of boys, all but Jason clearly amused.

"No means no, Danny, you heard them! Sorry about Danny, we just got him to stop biting people. Sometimes he forgets." The other boy sang out. His New York accent was strong and playful. The friendly tease caused a snort from Jason's brothers and a dramatic gasp from Danny.

"Petey! 'Att's so unfair! I was just gonna great the guy! Just a little friendly fight!" Danny whined out, flopping onto the other man. "I wasn' gonna be doin anything too crazy! Swear!"

Peter flicked Danny's head, earning a groan. Blinking away his confusion, Jason couldn't help his smile with a chuckle, the two of them were strangely charming how they acted off each other. Dick was right, they were kinda funny to watch. An apologetic smile was sent his way. "Sorry again about that. Name's Peter, this is Ro, and you've met Danny."

"No problem Peter! This is our brother Jason, it's his first time. Jay here heard that we were big fans of the place, and he just had to come with us and check it out!" Dick, by some greater power was ever the social butterfly, decided now was the best time to be laying the charm on thick as he wrapped an arm around Jason. Ro gave a nod before returning to the back. Peter took his place next to Danny behind the counter.

"Nice! Still. Sorry again. Now, what can we get you boys?" The New York accent taking on a friendly, almost playful tone, as his doe eyes crinkled with his smile. The pink on this brother's faces did not go unnoticed by Jason. Interesting.

"The usual for us, Jay will take a Special." Dick said with a wink.

"Awesome! One special order and three regulars coming right up!" Peter rung them up, then dragged Danny to the back, who complained the whole way.

"Tch. Danny is defiantly an idiot. Drake, you need better taste. " Damien said with no real malice.

"He's not so bad once you get talking to him. He's just got some weird thing about trying to fight people right as he meets them. Peter swears it's just how things are back home for him. I don't know. It's kind of funny to see." Tim spoke as his face reddened. Defiantly Interesting.

Jason decided to keep how Danny effected the pits to himself for now.

Guess Jason will be returning to this cafe as well.

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ganseyth · 10 months

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The Date

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Part: 7

Pairing: Jason Todd x Female Reader

Length: 2.0k

Warnings: injury, mention of blood, mention of stalking

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Once you had put on a warm outfit and tied your hair up into a ponytail, you turned toward Jason who was currently changing in the restroom to tell him you’d meet him outside.

He’d been acting strange since the conversation with your sister, and you were worried he wouldn't want to stay the rest of the trip. Heck, you weren't sure you wanted him to stay if it meant him getting harassed by your family.

You sighed as you made your way down the stairs and into the living room to meet your parents. It looked like they weren’t ready so you sat yourself down on the couch to wait.

You wondered what they thought about Jason's dad being Bruce Wayne. They had to know that he was rich from what your sister said, but even you didn’t know much else beyond that. You weren’t too worried as your parents weren't ones to be concerned with trivial things which was obvious because they let your sister get engaged to a monster.

Hearing footsteps you put your thoughts on Bruce Wayne aside when your sister's fiancé stepped into the room.

He walked over to the unoccupied spot next to you on the couch and plopped down despite all the other available seats in the room.

"You know he misses you right?" He said after a minute or two, staring at his phone.

"What?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He shook his head and looked up from his phone with a laugh.

"You know who I'm talking about."

You looked away from his gaze. The last thing you needed today was to talk about your ex with his best friend.

"I don't want to talk about this with you."

"Why not?" His tone got more condescending, causing you to shiver.

"He doesn't care about me if he asked me to do those things."

"Oh come on! He only did that because he wanted the extra cash to buy you something pretty. That's pretty messed up for you to think otherwise?"

"So, you're telling me," you hissed. "That he wanted me to do those things, with other people, for my benefit?"

"Well, when you say it like that -"

"Tell him to leave me alone. I'm happy without him."

“Sure you are.” He rolled his eyes. "So, what exactly are you doing showing up here with Bruce Wayne’s son?"

You crossed your arms over your chest.

"I wasn't aware that that was any of your business."

"Honey, everything you do is my business." He said with a snicker. "Who else is going to tell him what's going on in your life?"

"That's none of his business!" You yelled at him angrily standing to your feet. You didn't need someone keeping tabs on you. Especially not him.

"Alright, alright calm down." He said grabbing you rather harshly.

You recoiled from his grip and glared at him. "Don't touch me!"

He dropped his hand. "He knows about Jason."

You took a deep breath to calm yourself down before responding. "Please don't drag Jason into your mess he doesn't -"

"He does though, and it's even better now knowing that his daddy has money."

"You need to leave him alone-"

"No one asked for your opinion!" He stood quickly, grabbing you again with surprising strength. You struggled against him, fighting the urge to scream.

"Let her go."

Your father spoke sternly from the doorway where he'd just arrived with your mother.

He immediately released you, looking shocked. His hands moved back to rub the back of his head.

"Uh sorry sir. I was just telling your daughter here that no one needs to go out into the snow" he smiled softly.

"As much as I appreciate your concern," your dad said, stepping forward. "There is no need to grab her like that." He raised his voice slightly to add emphasis to his point, "Especially not in my house."

He nodded, and you watched as he took a step away from your dad. You took the opportunity to look at your mom who was giving you a questioning look.

You waved her off before looking at your dad, "It's ok dad. I didn't mean to yell like that."

He frowned and shook his head.

The silence stretched between the four of you until you heard a set of footsteps descending the stairs.

When you turned around you saw Jason walking down towards you. He gave you a half grin.

"Hey there beautiful." He said as he pulled you close to him. "Did something happen?" He gave you a concerned look.

You shook your head. "Oh, it was nothing. Just a little argument!"

"Are you sure?" He asked, looking between your dad and soon-to-be brother-in-law.

You nodded. "I'll tell you about it later."

Jason nodded and tightened his arm around your waist. "Okay."

"So kids, let's head on out," your father said, breaking the tension.

To your relief, your sister and her fiancé seemed perfectly fine staying home so it would just be Jason and your parents tagging along.

As you walked along the salted road to your neighbor's house you listened to the snow crunching beneath Jason's boots. You didn't know how you were supposed to tell him he now had a target on his back.

If he didn't want to leave earlier then he definitely would want to leave now. How could you be so stupid to hire him in your situation? He would probably ask you for more money to cover up this mess and you definitely couldn't afford it. Hell, you should probably be paying him for helping with yard work.

As if reading your thoughts, he reached up to tug on your ponytail.

"Stop worrying. I'll make sure I do all the heavy lifting. Your parents will just be glorified supervisors."

You bit your lip looking to where your parents were several feet in front of you. "Thank you. But..."

"But what?"

"I feel like I should be paying you extra for this."

His face broke out into a smile as he laughed.

"Thanks for the concern sweetheart but I've done harder things than moving stuff in the snow."

He patted your head before leaning closer to you and whispering, "Besides, your Christmas gift to me tomorrow will make up for this."

You stared at him wide-eyed in disbelief. Were you supposed to get him a present? I mean of course you were because of course he's your boyfriend who is here with you over the holiday... So how did you forget?

Noticing your expression he laughed again. "Relax sweetheart. You didn’t have to get me anything special. Besides, I brought something for you to give me."

"No Jason, that's not fair."

"Yeah well," he shrugged as you both entered the yard leading to your neighbor’s house. "I thought you'd be too busy thinking about backing out of the whole escort thing so I took care of it."

You opened your mouth, about to respond, but your dad beat you to the punch.

"Well kids, it seems like this tree is a lot bigger than they described."

You groaned quietly as you followed your dad's gaze to the tree lying in the driveway.

Jason grinned as he followed suit, looking at the scene before you.

"Ah, nothing I can't handle. I just hope you have a big enough fireplace to burn all of this stuff."

"Oh dear, please be careful," your mom said as Jason walked towards the tree.

"Yes ma'am," he replied, picking the largest branch off the ground and carrying it to the side. "How about you guys go inside and have some tea with your neighbors while we take care of things out here."

You looked at him curiously before looking at your parents.

"I'd prefer if you guys didn't do anything that would put you at risk."

Your father laughed. "Look honey, our daughter thinks we aren't capable-"

"It was my decision" Jason cut him off. "It would help the both of us feel at ease if you guys were to watch safely from inside."

You couldn't help but smirk; there's no way they would object to Jason.

"Oh well alright son," your dad started, "thank you."

"Come on honey." Your mom gestured for him to follow her into the house before looking at you, "Be safe."

Once they disappeared into the house, Jason turned around to face you.

"I can do all of this if you want." He asked.

"No thank you."

"It's not a bother."

"It's not a bother to me either."

Jason sighed in defeat.

"Fine then," he placed his hands on the branch, "but don't overexert yourself, and be careful."

You chuckled lightly. "I am careful."

He raised an eyebrow, still skeptical. "Yeah ok."

You rolled your eyes, and without another word, you grabbed onto a smaller branch and brought it towards the other branch he had dropped to the side.

The both of you slowly worked your way down the tree. Stopping occasionally to cut the larger pieces down so you could carry them to the pile.

By the end of it, you had worked up a sweat, and looking towards Jason who had stripped down to his undershirt, he did too.

"See. I told you I was careful."

He scoffed. "Ok fine. Can’t blame a man for worrying about his girlfriend."

You rolled your eyes, turning around to walk into the house to get your parents. But what you didn't realize was that underneath the now removed tree was a slick patch of ice.

And when your foot landed on it you slipped, causing you to stumble backward.

Jason shouted and in a matter of seconds, he'd somehow wrapped his arms securely around your waist, catching you in time to keep you from hitting your head.

"Are you okay?!" He asked attempting to sit up.

You nodded as you stood up to help him to his feet.

Your cheeks turned red from embarrassment but quickly disappeared as you noticed a small trail of blood making its way down his face from his hairline.

You gasped loudly at the sight of it dripping onto the ground.

Jason flinched slightly as he touched his head.

"Woah, woah, hold on! Let me tell my dad we’re done and going back home," you said running to the front door.

A few seconds later, you came back to Jason using his shirt to stop the bleeding.

"I called the emergency room but they said the roads are going to be shut down for hours." You explained hurriedly trying to calm yourself down. “Jason I’m so sorry.”

He hesitated.

"It's ok really. This isn't the first time this has happened, and I know who to call. You're just going to have to help me."

You nodded.

After convincing your parents to spend more time with your neighbors the two of you made a hurried trip back to your house.

Once inside you quickly rushed Jason to your room promising to fix everything.

You helped him sit down on the bed before going through to the bathroom to grab a bottle of pain meds and a damp cloth.

"Jason, I have some pain meds and I want you to hold this to your head-"

Your eyes scanned where he was just sitting on the bed to where he was now lying on the floor with his phone in his hand.

You quickly sat on the floor beside him propping his head on your thigh before reaching for his phone.

"Let me see that."

He glanced up at you, slightly delirious.

"Jason, who do I need to call?" You said raising your voice a little. "Please."

Jason slowly handed his phone over to you mumbling something you couldn’t hear.

You looked at the screen intently, wondering who he was looking for.

The contact read: Alfred Pennyworth

“Jason who is-”

It was at that moment Jason started thrashing around uncontrollably.

His eyes were open and had a strange green tint to them. His mouth hung open slightly, contorted in an expression of pain. His breath was coming out in harsh exhales and his hands moved to cover his ears.

He let out a strangled cry before falling silent.

With shaky hands, you hit the call button.

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in-hav3n · 6 months

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i have this idea of you reacting to james' mullet haircut for the first time, like you don't like it at first sight but after a few days you start to get into it <3 he was so hot in that era btw

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As you parked in front of the studio around 2pm, you were still wondering what was this important thing James needed to show you. You knew they were preparing a few new songs but you were sure he showed you all the riffs ideas they got. The only clue you had was a note he wrote this morning and left on the table.

"Meet me in the studio this afternoon, have something to show you".

Your first reaction was to smile at the note. You were used to these random quick messages, addressed to you for many reasons, like "Can you please buy bacon ? I'm hungry for it" or "Giant barbecue with the guys on Saturday night?". But this one was particularly mysterious…

More and more intrigued, you came into the studio's little kitchen a few minutes later, greetings the band and the studio's management, hoping that at least one of them could help you to discover what it was.

"Do you know why James asked us to all come here today?", Kirk handed you a coffee mug. You shook your head at his question, thanking him for the drink.

"Absolutely no idea and honestly, I thought you could help me..."

"Sorry honey", Lars added as he was playing with his drumsticks, pretending he was playing on invisible drums. "Jaymz is the best when it's about keeping secrets or hiding informations".

"Oh yes, he is...", you answered with a smirk, taking a sip of the hot drink, wondering when your boyfriend would show up to put an end to this mystery.

And just at the thought of him, his truck was heard outside, roaring into the parking area until he stopped the engine.

"There he is!", Jason said as he peeped through he window. "and...oh oh...", you saw the bassist opening his eyes like if he had noticed something. "NO he didn't!".

You frowned even more at his words, wondering what was happening. But soon enough you got your answer...James finally came into the room, joining you all and you discovered the big change he had done with his hair.

Everyone reacted to it of course, some laughed, others couldn't believe their eyes. And you, well. You just stared, eyes and mouth opened, realizing slowly that your boyfriend had cut those beautiful long hair of his you loved to do a mullet instead.

When he had finished greeting everyone, he came over you, wearing a proud grin on his face.

"So...", he started, hands on his hips, "do you like it baby?". He posed then to show his haircut in different angles.

"I...hum...", you mumbled, searching for the right words. You didn't want to disappoint him but honestly, you didn't like it...

"You?", he added, encouraging you to speak and it was worst. You couldn't lie to him. So you sighed and pouted, feeling sorry already for the words you were about to say...

"I'm sorry James, I don't like it...". You saw his smile fading away and you felt bad for it so you quickly added, "but if you like it then it's great!", hoping this would comfort him.

"I do like it"!, he defended himself, crossing his arms. "And I thought you'd have too ! But seems like no one does!", he complained, even pouted slightly and you felt bad.

"I know James but...you have to understand it's really...unusual and very 80s", you told him, still feeling bad.

"Well I like it and I'll keep it!", he declared and you didn't talk about his haircut anymore...

...until a few few days later.

Lying down on a deck chair, enjoying the beautiful spring sun, you were focusing on some papers you need to read for your job. James was out too, a few meters away, cutting some wood pieces with his axe for the next winter.

Lost in your thoughts for a second, proceeding to understand something you just read, you looked up from your paper and your gaze landed on him. He was wearing a black short, his working boots and had taking off his flannel shirt he had tied up around his waist. Some what drops were rolling from his forehead to his cheeks, some of his long hair were stuck on his back due to the sweat.

And this is how you realized that this haircut was absolutely sexy on him. It awaken you something primal, something you've never felt or thought before. He truly looked like a strong wood man and this was exciting.

James stopped his task for a moment, grabbed the bottle of water he let near the tree trunk and drank a big gulp, some water even ran along his bare chest. And soon he noticed your glance in his peripheral vision, smirking as he put the bottle down, wiping his lips with his palm.

"Enjoying the view baby?", his question put you out of your trance. You blinked a few times before you realized he had caught you. You blushed and smirked at him too, biting your lips.

"Forget what I said a few days ago..."

"About?", he wondered, walking over you with his axe on his shoulder. You looked more at him with sparkling eyes, biting your lips.

"Your haircut is absolute sexy". James frowned at first but then cracked a laughter at her revelation.

"Sexy uhm?...what made you change your mind sweetheart? A few days ago, you told me it was horrible".

"I don't care anymore. I changed my mind. Come here you sexy man!", you giggled as you grabbed him by his shirt's sleeve, ready to embrace those primal needs you were feeling...

A/N : I love those asks about James hairstyles! The mullet is definitely one of his most iconic one. I personally like it but I know some don't lol. Thanks for asking this sweet anon, hope you'll like it :)

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ktchie · 6 months

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Jason/Ted has done something to majorly piss you off so a night of femdom/teasing/edging is needed to teach him a lesson 😈

'Just you'

Sub!Ted x Reader

Smut, Angst and Fluff

♡other tags: blow jobs, submissive!Ted Lasso, tooth rotting fluff, heart wrenching Angst, porn with a light plot.

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◇Ted made you jealous, a little punishment wouldn't hurt would it?

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"Youre not crying are you, darling?" You asked mockingly, cruelly, and chuckling when Ted shook his head quickly - eyes closed and jaw clenched.

You gripped his cock in your palm, wet and loud with each movement. He shudders and writh under your hold, gasping with heaving chest and sweaty throat.

"P-please!" He cried, looking at you before falling back down again on the bed, mouth agape. "L-let me cu-cum! I'm..im-fuck!"

You chuckled once again, twisting your hand onto the head, stimulating the nerve under the tip of his cock - it made him moaned louder, messier, made his toes curl and eyes rolled back. "Youre adorable, you really think I would let you?"

"Oh please.." he begged weakly, lips almost trembling and he never look more beautiful. "H-honey please, i-im sorry-mgh shit!- please!" His thighs shook and his stomach tighten, his moaning got louder, whimpering pathetically at every second.

His cock was soak with his own precum, wet with every pump. It made your mouth water but the fury inside your chest burn much deeper.

You grin before you removed your hand off his leaking cock, watching amusely as he sob.

"D-darlin" he whined, back arching - chasing the feeling of pleasure that had been cruelly yank from him. "Please..please.."

He looked at you with big eyes, wet with tears, pathethic and saddening.

He reached for you but you did not let him get closed, he whimpered lowly - hurt.

"Please honey? Can you..can you.." he bit his lip, he didn't even know what to ask, what to say, he wanted so many things from you, whether it be a kiss, a hug or a touch on his throbbing cock. He wanted it all and yet his tounge lay motionless on the roof of his mouth.

"Can I what?" You titled your head, watching as his throat bob and his eyes beg.

"..Kiss?" He settled with one word, doing his best to show you that he's desperate for it. "Please? I-ill be..ill be good for ya'"

"Ah yes, you will wouldn't you? Told me that earlier before you went off to talk to some woman and make me jealous"

Ted frowned and for a second you thought he's going to sob again. "I-i was- I was being a fool, I wanted to make you jealous cause i thought it would be fun but i- I was wrong"

"Of course you would say that, I mean look at you" you gestured to himself. "Laying on my bed with your cock red and leaking, pathetic"

Ted shook his head "you don't have to touch it anymore, love. You can just- can just leave me 'ere, but please don't be mad, please I was- i was a dumbass. I just wanted to-" he swallowed, his eyes suddenly not meeting your own.

"Just wanted to see how..how important i was to you and it was-it was dumb and I shouldn't have went to her but it just-i dont know, I just wanted to see.. I shouldn't have than that"

And God fucking dammit how can you be angry at him more?

"I wouldn't do it again, promise" he looked up to you then, big eyes so earnest and so hopeful and it does things to a woman like you.

"Ya dont hav'ta touch me anymore..I don't.. I don't care about it, you can just play with me and not let me finish and ill be okay but just..honey, please..dont be mad at me" he reach for your hand, the one you had used earlier to grip his throat. He pulled it slowly to his cheeks and press a kiss on the palm, all while looking at you like you hold the key to end his suffering. "Im sorry, please."

You clenched your jaw and lightly cursed, you can't fucking believe this, Ted literally have you dancing on his hand, you think you would burn the whole world if he ask this nicely.

"Youre killing me, sweetheart" you sealed your words with a passionate kiss on his wet mouth, hand now gripping his hair and pulling it. Groaning when he shudder underneath you. "You're a pain the ass, you know that? I couldn't even be mad at you properly without wanting to tell you how much I love you"

Ted, sweet sweet Ted, grinned so big, cheeks flushing red with your words as if he wasn't naked underneath you with his cock poking your ass. "I love you too"

"Dumbass" you leaned into him again, kiss him like you would never had a chance again, you captured every breath with your own mouth, swallowing anything he can offer and taking anything he can give. You lick his tounge, suck it and bit his lip. You groaned when he groaned and moaned when he moaned. He's getting needy now, humping you lightly, thighs almost trembling.

"Want to cum?" You asked lowly on his lips and Ted slowly opened his eyes, staring at you silently.

"Speak, baby." You peck his neck "Come on, tell me"

He moaned and gripped your hips tightly "d-dont know, up to ya'"

You chuckled "so if I say I don't want to and get up, you're not gonna be pissy all afternoon?"

"No" he answered quickly, the hands on your hips now settling on your back and pushing you slowly into him, embracing you with a sigh.

"Told ya', i dont care 'bout it anymore, I just want you to forgive me" he buried his face into your neck and sniff a little, it broke your heart, shattered it into a million pieces

"I thought you're gonna leave me" he whispered so lowly you almost thought it was nothing but a passing wind but once the words settled in your brain you feel like crying too.

"Oh honey.." you gripped him tight and you kinda want to hit your head on the wall for even doing this, for yelling at him, of course Ted would cry, would be so emotional, many people had left him before, many of those are the people he had never thought would leave him without looking back. He would still woke up at night with a cry of his father's name on his mouth and would still wonder how he can never be enough. You hate yourself a little more..

"Gosh, when you-when you ask to go home earlier I thought you're gonna leave me, that once we got back to the flat you'll pack up and leave" he sniff once again and you feel a little wetness on your neck.

"That you-that you would leave me and..I-i was so nervous because I couldn't loose ya', i-i just couldn't, I was prepared to do anythin' y'know? Beg on my knees or-or anythin' just to make you stay.." he gripped you more tighter, pulling you more closer, you thread your fingers into his hair and peck him on the side of his head. "I couldn't loose ya' y/n, I wouldn't.. I wouldn't know what to do"

"Shhh" you lightly pulled away and cradle his face in your palm, you wiped the tears that shed on his cheeks and kiss his forehead lightly. "Im not going to leave you, I would never, I love you so much okay? I'm sorry"

"No you don't gotta apologis-"

"No, I'm sorry" you caressed his cheeks, staring at him heatedly. "I shouldn't have..fuck, I shouldn't have done this, shouldn't have yell at you. I wish we just talk and did not let my frustration got the better of me-"

"'S okay, I understand why you're upset"

"Yes, but I should have still thought about what you would feel before I yell at you or, christ, push you in the bed and..y'know"

He smiled then and even with tears on his face it was still as pretty as ever. "'S okay, I like it"

You grinned at him and peck his nose. "Im sorry"

"Im sorry too"

You both kissed again, slower this time. Filled with love and adoration and promises that left unsaid. You sighed into his mouth before you went and kiss his neck, he shudder lightly. "Stay still, yeah?"

"Okay" he nodded his head obediently.

"Good boy" he moaned loudly on that one, cock twitching.

"You like it when I say that hm?"

Ted nod, breath broken. His tummy moved heavily underneath your palm, your fingers lightly tracing the hair depicted on his belly button.

"My good boy" you place a kiss on his collar bone. "My best boy" you peck at his throat and Ted's breath hitched, and the grip on his bedsheets tighten before you met his eyes, dark and soft and so utterly fucked out. "My love.." you kissed the spot right where his heart lay and grinned when he shudders.

Your hands went to his hips before you went down slowly, placing kisses on every skin you can reach until you're face to face with his cock, fat and thick with a large vein underneath. It dribbles with slick, dripping on his tummy staining his skin and you hummed before you licked it, gracing the tip of his dick teasingly.

Ted moaned loudly, almost like a sob.

"You have the prettiest cock I've ever seen, sweetheart" you grinned when he blush, eyes half lided and mouth agape as he looked down on you. "Pretty fucking thing, sweet too" you licked it once again and you heard him gasp.

"P-please" he whimpered, hand on your arm gently. "I cant-i can't take it anymore, please can you..oh god"

He shook when you took him all the way, fat head hitting the back of your throat. His thighs trembled and his back arched, chest sweaty and mouth chasing his breath.

"O-oh fuck! ho-honey" he whined, closing his eyes tightly as you twirled your tounge on his cock, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth and to his heavy balls.

You pulled away with a slurp, breathing heavy before you pump his wet cock quickly.

"Nghhh!" He jerked when your thumb traced his slit, stomach tightening.

"Feels good?" You ask, mesmerized on the way he looks at the moment. Blury eyes wet and looking like there's no thought on his head. "Words, Ted"

"'S good" he had slurred, closing his eyes and pushing his nose sideways on the pillow. "So-so good"

You grinned, hand slithering its way on his nipples before you flick it lightly, watching him jerked and cried out. "You look so handsome getting fucked by me"

Ted nodded his head, agreeing.

"Just ya" he mummbled "just for ya"

"Yeah? You like being handsome for me?"

"Mhm hm" he nodded his head, hips thrusting to chase for your palm, mouth agape. "Love being handsome f'you, haa fuck~" he whined when touch his heavy balls, playing with it as he shudders and shudders and a tear fell down on his eyes.

"Even with tears in your eyes you look good" you stated, pecking his cheeks before you went down once again, blowing a wind on his aching cock before you took it whole in your mouth.

Ted chocked out and arch his back, pushing it further into your warm mouth. "Ha~ oh plea-please!""

You hummed on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, nails digging on his thighs.

"Takin' me so deep, oh god h-honey" he threw his head back and groaned, exposing his throat. He briefly thrusted up, making you gag. Your eyes rolled back, you can feel your own wetness on your pants.

" 'm close, 'm close" he keeps repeating, you reach for his hand and place it at the back of your head. Encouraging him to use you like a toy, fuck your mouth like he owns it and make a mess on your throat. "I-i dont know, i- fuck!- don' wanna hurt ya-"

You rolled your eyes before pushing your head further into his cock, swallowing it and licking its length. As if saying you can handle it and Ted had actually nodded, eyes blazing with fire.

He put both of his palm on each of your cheeks, lifting your head lightly before he started thrusting up quickly, hitting the back of your throat over and over and over again mercilessly, even when drool drips and you lightly choke.

"F-fuck, ya look so fuckin' pretty" his words were so filthy but he had whined it, as if he couldn't take it. "S-so pretty with my cock in yer mouth, mhmm" he let go off one of your cheek and took a hold of your hair. " 'm gonna fuck it good, yeah?" He thrusted rather harshly "Thats what ya wa-want ain't that right?" He grinned, lazy and fucked out.

He cried out, closing his eyes before he used the grip in your hair to rapidly moved you up and down on his throbbing cock.

"Oh god" He let go of you lightly to help you breath but not even a word in youre back again on his dick, choking on it like you're meant to do so.

You're soaking at this point, your stomach tingling and your head mushy.

"F-feel so good" he had sobbed

"Feel So warm" he had followed, his pace slowing down. Dragging your own head onto his cock in a phase that you could savour his own slick before it can even drip down.

You moaned lowly before pulling his cock off your mouth, Ted whined once again before you went to his lips and kiss him, slowly, adoringly, as if pouring your own heart into it.

Your hand reach for his cock, hard and thick that you couldn't even properly grasped it.

"Mhmm" he moaned in to your mouth before you pulled away, pushing his face in your neck as you stroke him.

" 'm 'bout too, m 'bou too, o-oh god" he whimpered, pushing his face further and holding onto you for dear life.

"Let go for me" you replied, breath hot on his ears. "Be a good boy and cum on my hand"

Ted nod his head, moaning and shuddering. He grips your hips, humping your hand.

"H-honey" he whined, breath warmth and broken.

"I know" you cooed, your hand going faster. "Feels good yeah?" You pecked his shoulder

"My good boy..I love you"

He cried out on that one, going rigid as he spilled onto your hand with a loud moan followed by a whine and a sob. He trembled and his cum seems to not stop, it was warm and thick and he gripped on you tight as if you would slipped away.

"There we go, there's my good boy" you cooed at him, pulling away lightly to kiss his neck and cheeks. "My beautiful boy, you look so good"

"T-too much" he whispered, getting away from your still pumping hand and you chuckled before you pulled it away. Wiping his cam with a rag you keep on the bedside all while staring at him heave and blush from the orgasm.

"You okay?"

He nodded his head, half lided eyes open to look at you.

"Feels amazin', like I'm floating"

"Yeah?" You grinned and peck his lips, he chased for it as you pulled away. "Lets get you clean up, then dinner okay?"

Ted nod his head, smiling like he was under some drug.

"M'kay, love you. Just you"

You grinned so big you think your whole face would tear apart.

"I love you too, darling. Just you"

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