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Miles Morales ! 42 x Fem ! Reader Synopsis : ''I fucked up princesa, I fucked up bad.'' wc : 1,6k Warnings : spoilder for atsv, angst, THEY ARE AROUND 19 YEARS OLD, possessiveness, this is angst but like good one, cheating, no proofread, what I could remember from my spanish class 3 years ago. pt.1 - pt.2 - pt.3

You glanced at your phone for the hundredth time this minute.

Still no sign of life from Miles.

You were worried, more than you should as you had seen him for the last time the previous day. Yet, you were used to texting your boyfriend every day. It was now nighttime and he had not answered any of your messages. You scrutinized with a frown the last texts you had sent him. He had left you on read.

Miles never left you on read.

Well, he did but only for two reasons. First, when he was mad at you. Thus the first contradiction because the boy was rarely mad at you. Even if he was, he would always confront you directly and talk things out. He hated being on bad terms with you. Life was already rough without you by his side and he wouldn't let anything strip him of any quality time with his girl.

The other situation was is… street activities with his uncle. He used to disappear for days without telling you why, convincing you to not get concerned about him. However, after that one night when you yelled at him, crying, for worrying to death after he ghosted you for two days straight, he promise to always send a quick message to tell you when he would get really busy.hhunyn

So as you sat on your bed, plunged in the darkness of your room, you knew that none of these cases applied to the current situation. You two hadn't fought and he hadn't told you anything about his prowler activities. Well, nothing that you knew of, which left you insanely troubled.

Your last words together were when he left for a party the previous night. You were supposed to go with him but dropped at the last minute because your mother felt sick. You preferred staying by her side, making sure she get better. At first, Morales wanted to stay with you and spend the night at yours, but you refused. You couldn't remember the last time he got to catch a breath and just enjoyed life like the young man he was. He was always either hanging out with you - making sure you were safe by the same occasion- or working with his uncle. So like the good girlfriend you were, you convinced him to go to the party without you. You just wanted him to have fun and even though he was reluctant, he couldn't say no to you.

Since then you had heard nothing from his side. It was already far in the night and you should be sleeping, but you couldn't close an eye.

At this point, you were contemplating directly calling his mother or even his friends. But you knew Miles despised you talking to other guys. Even if they were his own friends.

Your train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a bang on your window. You jumped at the sound and gawked when you catch sight of the boy tormenting your thoughts out of the corner of your eyes.

You hurried up and opened the window for him and he stumbled inside your room looking…awful. You could see the dark circles painted under his eyes and the frown settled on his forehead. Before you could say anything, he clenched his jaw and wrapped his arms around your waist, dragging your body to his. He pressed your bodies tightly against each other, leaving no room for anything else and the heat of your skin warmed the iciness of his.

You were left speechless as he leaned down and nestled his face on your chest, right over your breast. This sudden display of physical affection was unusual from your Miles. You were the one initiating the cuddles, the kisses, the hand-holding. So you couldn't help your heart from fluttering at this new attention. However, the feeling quickly vanished as you remembered the context. Your worry came back like a slap on your cheek.

“My love, what's going on ?” you broke the silence and wrapped your arms around his neck to hug him back, sensing that he needed it.

You received the silence treatment.

“Miles,” you frowned and leaned back to look at his face, only for him to stop you by tightening his arms around the low of your back.

“You haven't answered any of my texts since yesterday, what happened? Is it your uncle? You can talk to me. ”

He took a deep breath against your skin but still left you with no explanation, which made you upset.

“Miles, you can't just disappear for a whole day and come back as if it was nothing !”

“Lo siento Mami, I messed up,” his pained voice came out muffled by your shirt. You scowled at his words. ‘uh ?’

“What do you mean ?”

''m' so sorry. I fucked up Princesa. I fucked up bad.''

You moved your hand to his hair to caress it and comfort him.

''What did you do ?''

''I-fuck, don't make me say it.''

Whatever he has done had to be really bad for him to be that panicked. You could definitely tell that it had been eating him all day.

''Tell me,''

''….I messed up last night. I touched another girl.''

As soon as the words escaped his mouth, your hand froze in his hair. All the worries slipped out of your body as your blood ran cold. This couldn't be what you thought right?

''W-what ?''

''I spent the night with another girl.''

There it was.

Your hands fell to your side as your heart dropped. This was the last thing you could have ever imagined. You took a shaky breath trying to process the wave of emotions that invaded you, but your stare was already lost in the wall facing you.

Sensing your lack of reaction, Miles leaned back to look at you.

''You don't know how much I regret it-''

''Let go of me.''

The boy tensed in your arm at the unusual coldness of your voice.

“No mami, let me explain-”

“Let me go !” This time you yelled.

You thought back to all his possessiveness. Him not letting you talk to your guy friends. You thought back to these sleepless nights you spend worrying about this safety, just like tonight. To all these efforts you pulled to break the wall he build around him after the loss of his father.

All that for him to fumble and cheat on you in the end.

You felt your eyes water but you refused to cry in front of him. He couldn't see you weak. He couldn't see how much he had wounded you.

“Get out,”

“I won't, you can't end us.”

“What?'' You scoffed at his nerve. ''You ended us the moment you prioritized your pleasure over our relationship. Get out !”

Yet, he stayed still.

And that's all it took for you to lose it. He didn't have enough of betraying you, now he had to stay and insensitively watch you break down. Before you could control yourself, you landed a punch on his chest. Then another, and another one. Soon they rained. They didn't do anything to him. Miles was barely affected by it, and you weren't surprised. He was the prowler, after all, he was not weak.

While he was not affected physically, he was a mess on the inside. He had never seen you this upset, and he loathed himself for being the cause of it.

“How could you do this to me !” Tears rolled down your cheeks.

There, you had failed to maintain your facade and Miles watched in horror as you fell apart in front of him. Through your blurry sight, you didn't notice that he was also crying. He stood there, towering over you, eaten up by remorse. He was supposed to protect you. He had accepted the prowler job to protect both you and his mother, but he had done the total opposite.

But he couldn't bear to lose you.

He let go of your waist and wrapped his fingers around your wrists to stop your punches. You tried to escape his hold but he was too strong.

“Querida, mirame por favor. I will make it up to you. I'll buy you everything you want. Tu eres mi mundo and you know-” he tried but you wouldn't hear anything.

“Who do you think I am? You can't buy me with money! Stop being selfish and leave !”

The boy tried to make eye contact with you but you looked sideways, taking deep breaths to calm down. You were overwhelmed with so many emotions that you didn't know what to feel anymore. However, you knew you couldn't bear to see him anymore.

For some reason, Miles seemed to catch the message as he finally let go of your hands and stepped back.

''I hope you can forgive me, mami.''

''Don't. I hate you. I wish I never met you.''

You spat those words purposely to hurt him. You didn't mean them at all. If anything, you still loved him as hard as before. Yet, when you noticed his hurt expression, it brought you a bit of consolation. It was tiny and it only lasted a second, but it was something.

You turned your back to him and eventually, you heard the window open and close behind you. Only then, you tumbled to your knees and let all of your tears fall, becoming a sobering mess in the silence of the room.

You had heard a lot about heartbreak. From your friends to your mother and even your aunt. What you didn't know was how aching it would be. Because even after he betrayed you, even after he made you feel like you weren't enough, you couldn't stop your heart from beating faster for Miles.

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ellana-ravenwood · 2 years

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“Hey Mrs Wayne !” - Fem!Reader x Batfam x Young Justice x JLA

Synopsis : Your children invited their friends over a few times. You met every single kid in the team they call “Young Justice”...but you never ever met their parents/ guardians/mentors. It comes as quite a shock to all the Justice League members when they realize their kids know you well, while they didn’t even know you existed.

Just a short and silly story. A sort of AU in which the younger superheroes met Batman’s family before their older counterpart hehe. I hope you’ll like it :) :

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Bruce was a secretive man. And for a very long time, none of the Justice League members knew about his family. None of them knew he was actually married, and the “Robins” were his kids (although they had suspicions about the latter).

But there came a day when the “secret was out”.

The main reason Bruce told them who he really was, was as a show of trust. He wanted to prove he trusted them, and he wanted them to trust him.

It was vital, for the team to work properly. Once they discovered he had contingency plans for each and everyone of them, it was the only solution to gain back their trust.

Of course, Bruce would never admit openly that he considered many of them his friends, and that it was actually a great relief to finally tell them the truth (after all, he knew since a long time THEIR secret identity...he wasn’t the best detective in the world for nothing). But it was a necessary step.

Once they knew who he was, it was as if they were finally truly a team. They all trusted each others enough to divulge their real self.

Funny, when you think about it. Bruce’s paranoia and constant need for “plans” (you did convince him to go see a therapist about that), his great mistrust in others, ended up being what cemented everyone’s relationship.

Bruce’s distrust lead to everyone trusting one another with their lives. They revealed who they were, as civilians. And Batman did it first. He told them first.

“Bruce Wayne.” He said, removing his cowl. Revealing one’s real identity was dangerous, for people in their line of work...yet he trusted them. He showed them that his initial wariness had vanished.

Batman showed them who he really was. And in more than one way, as they all came to realize that, if he was THE Bruce Wayne...Then he had quite a big family !

What a shock !

And what a greater shock, when they realized their kids knew all about it long before they did. When they realized they knew you well, when they didn't even know you existed !

Superman

Clark was the first person from Bruce’s “work” who met you.

Of course, he was. Who else, but Batman’s BEST friend would meet his family first ? Who would the Dark Knight trust more amongst the JLA members, but the one who he first called “friend” ?

Who else but Clark, could meet you first ?

It’s not like anyone else had Bruce’s trust or anything. Not like he would let anyone else get close to his family. Come to his home. Meet his wife and kids, unmasked.

Right ?

...Right ?

...

RIGHT ?!

Wrong.

Clark was not the first person to ever meet Batman’s family. Hell. He wasn’t even the second person to do so...or the third...or the fourth...

When he first arrived at Wayne Manor, he had almost a sense of pride. Because he was so sure that he was the first person that Bruce ever allowed in his home. In his personal life (the first superfriend, at least).

Imagine his surprise, when Bruce introduced him to you, and you were playing video games with your children and...CONNER ?! What the-

Kon was a good friend of Dick, and one of Tim’s best friend.

And at first, Clark rejected him.

And it didn’t take more.

Of course, you’d welcome with open arms a lost “little” kid who didn’t know who he truly was, and who was shunned by someone who could help him out. Of course, Bruce would say “yes” when Dick asked if Conner could sleep over one night the boy felt particularly alone.

Taking care of lost ducklings was kind of your jam.

Conner was like a nephew, to you. He would often crash at Wayne Manor. Bruce knew he needed someone there in his life, and he knew that being as powerful as Superman meant he could be dangerous if he didn’t learn how to process his emotions.

Of course, OF COURSE Conner would be welcomed in your home. Not only was he one of your son’s closest friend, but he was also just a child. You’d never leave him all alone.

Everyone in the Young Justice league had someone to go see if they needed, except for Conner.

You became “his confident”, when Clark was still rejecting him. Nowadays of course, their relationship softened. Over the years, they developed a filial relationship, because let’s be honest, the first time Clark met Conner, there wasn’t really much even a chance of a relation. Ah, but the man of steel came around, of course. In part thanks to Bruce. In part because Kon was actually a good kid.

But before that, who was there to guide Conner ?

You and Bruce.

You especially, gave him the motherly care he obviously never knew. Martha and Lois would gladly accept this role later on, but at the beginning, you were there.

He wasn’t always home of course, and you never adopted him because you and Bruce both knew he belonged with the Kents. But it didn’t mean that Conner didn’t hung a LOT in your home.

And so when Clark first came, thinking he was the first to get in the intimacy of Batman’s house, and he saw him playing video game with Bruce’s wife (whom he didn’t even know existed)...it was a shock, to say the least.

Even more so when he realized Kon seemed very close to you.

He clearly knew you, called you by your first name and everything ! What ?! But Batman was HIS best friend, so he should know his wife first !

You and Clark became friends quickly, it was so easy, to become friend with him. He was most definitely the “golden retriever” type of the group, and easy to approach (unlike a certain husband).

And although Superman would never admit it, he had been particularly friendly to you (risking Bruce’s infamous bout of jealousy) and such, because he wanted to “catch on” on Conner’s “advance”. There was no way the boy could know his best friend’s family more than him. No way, nuh-hu. Clark didn’t make so many efforts for Batman to finally accept him, only to realize that someone else got to know him better !

Do you know how long it took the mighty Superman to finally break down Bruce’s defenses ? To finally reach him, and become friends ? How many times he got rejected, before he finally managed to come to Wayne Manor ?

And what, Conner had been here the entire time ? Oh, and the boy looked at him that day, as if to say : “Yeah. Hurts to feel left out, right ?!”, which fueled Clark’s need to be loved by everyone even more (and put a lot of things into perspective..;after all, it’s seeing Conner so well integrated in your family that made him realize he had to be there for the boy).

It wasn’t fair. Clark didn’t even know you existed ! Aaaaaah.

Yes. It was honestly quite upsetting. To this day, Clark was still a little vexed.

Kon always saw it as a great sort of “revenge” on the man who, at first, rejected him so adamantly. On the man who wanted nothing to do with him.

Over the years though, this little fact became a source of “competition” between the Kent boys. Later on, Clark’s youngest son, Jon, would be over at your house WAY too often. It’s funny, because you’d say yourself that Damian was spending too much time at the Kent’s house.

Your boys were best friends, of course. Ah, but it was a bit of a competition, between Clark and his kids, to know who knew the Waynes the best...

It never ceased to amuse you.

WONDER WOMAN

Diana often made a distinction, in her head, between the Batman she met at the beginning of the Justice League, and the Batman he slowly became.

When she first met him, when he first approached her about that JLA idea, it was clear the man had been alone for a long time. That he wasn’t used to work as a team. Or rather, that he was used to people listening to him. To people doing what he said. That he was used to work alone, and to not rely on anyone else. To not trust anyone else. To not let anyone else into his heart.

That Batman was cold, sad, distant, and honestly kind of an ass.

Over those first few years though, Diana noticed a difference. He became a little more open. A little easier to deal with.

Years later, Diana would learn that you met him a little while after the league was created. That you met him at his worst, and somehow still decided to stick with him, and even marry him. That when you appeared in his life, it been a very long time since he last truly trusted someone (someone who wasn’t Alfred).

Of course, it took him time to open up a bit more. But she did notice a difference. In her opinion, there was definitely two different Batman.

The one before you, and the one after you.

Let’s not be too optimistic, she still thought that Bruce could be an ass, and he was often arrogant and inconsiderate. But she still saw a slight switch in him. An improvement.

Haha. Of course the source of his improvement was a woman. As a proud amazon, Diana wasn’t surprised.

What surprised her, however, was that her little proteges, Donna and Cassie...knew all about you.

How come did they never tell her anything ?

“Mrs. Wayne asked us not to.”

Was their answer. And when Diana met you, she understood. Yes. Yes there was something about you. Something that made her believe that you were the one who helped Bruce get away from his dark path, and onto a brighter future. Something that made her trust, that you took good care of Donna and Cassie. Something that made her like you instantly.

What was it ?

She wasn’t sure. Maybe it was how you so easily got along with her proteges ? How they seemed to fully trust you ? Maybe it was something in your voice, that she found soothing. Maybe it was the fact that you managed to tame the bat ?

Diana would never quite know for sure. But she always suspected the fact that both Wonder Girls seemed to adore you played a part in how fast you two became friends.

She was the only one who was not bothered in the least to meet you after the kids did. On the contrary, it felt right, to meet you and befriend you AFTER those two accepted you. Yes. Yes.

It felt right.

FLASH

What the fuck. What the fuck. WHAT THE FUCK ?!

Those words kept repeating in Barry’s head as he saw his “little” nephew, Wally, run around Batman’s kitchen as if he owned the place.

Indeed, Wally just casually trudged to the fridge, got a soda out of it, and then took a piece of the cake that was on the table, without even asking. He got a plate from a cabinet...He knew were the plates were !

And no one batted an eye ! Not even scary old Batman, who certainly couldn’t approve of such behavior, right ?!

What the hell was going ooooon ??

“Hey Mrs. Wayne !”

Wally exclaimed happily when he saw you. And then he-

He-

He hugged you ????

WHAAAAAT ?!

“Hi there Wally, it’s been a while. You’ve been behaving, I hope.”

“Always, you know me Mrs W.”

You knew him ?? Yeah ok. That was it. Barry was completely lost.

Only a few weeks earlier, did he learn that Batman’s true identity was Bruce Wayne. Of course, he knew the man. Everyone in the USA knew him. And his wife and kids. So when he was invited to Wayne Manor, he knew what to expect.

He knew you’d be there, as well as the kids he already knew (although masked). He never met you before, but he knew about you. And recognized you.

He thought he’d make his favorite nephew happy by bringing him with him. He thought he had such a scoop, that Wally wouldn’t believe his eyes when he’d realize who Bruce Wayne really was.

And here they were.

Barry, completely lost, and Wally, apparently knowing you and all ??

Ah. Ah, now it made more sense.

This is why Batman almost cracked a smile when he asked him if he could bring his nephew, because Wally was good friends with Robin number 1 and 2 (Barry couldn’t believe they all grew up so fast, he refused to call Dick “Nightwing”, or Jason “Red Hood”, and kept acting as if they were still 13).

He thought he was going to make “Kid Flash” happy. He thought he would blow his mind.

AH ! And here they were. Barry was faced with all of you, and you clearly found the situation funny as you all smiled. Even Bruce, wasn’t far from a smile, and had a crooked smirk on his face, clearly amused (it was a little sadistic of him, really).

It didn’t take long to Barry to make 2 and 2 together. He realized that, quite a long time ago now, the kids told each other’s secrets identity. That they trusted each other, and bonded faster than their adult “counterpart”.

A surprising thing that Barry realized too, and that he kept somewhere in his mind just in case he needed some leverage : Batman couldn’t say “no” to his kids. That’s how the entire superkids army ended up at Wayne Manor before the “adults”. Because Dick asked if his friends could come over, and Bruce didn’t have the heart to say “no”.

That’s how all of them knew you. That’s how- aaah.

Wally looked at his uncle, and smiled widely, saying :

“Haha. For once, I was faster than you !”

MARTIAN MANHUNTER

M’gann has never been good at hiding things from her uncle.

It’s not that he would willingly read her mind, it’s just that sometimes, her thoughts just...spilled out of her. She couldn’t help it. When there was something preoccupying her, she thought about it so much that J’onn would just always know about it.

That’s one of the reasons her friends never really told her secrets they wanted to keep from the adults, when they knew J’onn would be around.

Yes. M’gann's “poker brain” was horrible. And yet-

Yet she managed to keep for herself the fact that she was invited to multiple sleepover at Wayne Manor, and that her friends Tim and Dick, who happened the be Robins at one point, were Bruce Wayne’s sons (THE Batman).

It hadn’t always been easy, but she made it. And one of the reason, was because she really, really, REALLY liked Batman’s wife.

You.

You were so nice, and motherly. You treated all of those kids as if they were yours, when they came to visit.

If you knew M’gann was going to come around, there would be freshly baked cupcakes in the kitchen. Her favorites, of course.

M’gann felt a deep need to protect you.

All of the kids, felt that. Actually, unbeknownst to you and every other adults, the children made a pact when they all first met you : They were to make sure no harm would happen to you.

Their reasoning was : first, you were the mom of some of their best friends, so, duh. But second, without you, clearly, Batman would crumble. And Batman was one of the backbone of the JLA. If he fell, they could all fall. Yes, a secret pact was made. “Protect Mrs. Wayne.”

Plus, you always welcomed them into your home with opened arms, you were warm and nice, and your cupcakes were the best. All the more reasons, right ?

J’onn knew you held a special place in those children’s heart, when he first met you, realized that M’gann knew you all this time, and yet she never once let shown. She never once let her thoughts about you show, while she’s never been good at hiding things.

Martian Manhunter knew, that you were special, thank to those kids. Thanks to them knowing you before he, or any JLA members, did.

Besides, you had to be special to bear to live with someone like Batman, right ?

AQUAMAN

“Hey Kaldy !”

You say happily, seeing the young man coming up the stairs of your home.

“Hello, Mrs. Wayne. How goes it ?”

“Pretty well, and yourself, young man ?”

“Good, as well.”

There’s a short silence. During which Arthur Curry, aka Aquaman, king of Atlantis, looks at his protege, and then at the woman next to Bruce (whom he knew now was Batman), and then back at his protege, and then-

“...Kaldy ??”

He exclaims suddenly, in utter disbelief. How ? How could Kaldur know who you were when he himself didn’t even know you existed just a few weeks earlier ? How, and why ??

And did you call him Kaldy ? Kaldur disliked nicknames, how come you were allowed to call him Kaldy ??

You saw the confusion on Arthur’s face, but you misunderstood it. You thought he was surprised to hear you call him a nickname (because you knew the boy and his distastes for such thing well), but it wasn’t just because of this. Aquaman was especially surprised that his loyal subject and protege knew Batman’s wife, while he didn’t !! You said :

“Oh yes, Kaldy, because Kal was taken. It’s Clark’s birth name, and honestly it gets too confusing when two people are called the same. Although it was funny to just say “Kal”, watch both of them turn around, and wonder to whom I was talking haha...MMmmm. I guess I have a bad sense of humor.”

You laugh to yourself, and he cannot believe that your his wife. Yes he sees how softly Bruce looks at you (even if once he noticed Arthur was looking at him himself, he started to were a stoic expression, schooling his face properly once again).

He cannot believe Kaldur knows you, when he didn’t even know you existed, yet clearly the boy is well familiarized with you.

“You- You came here before, Kaldur’ahm ?”

Aqualad is clearly a bit embarrassed, as he says :

“I am sorry, my king. But I promised Mrs. Wayne I wouldn’t say anything, she said if I did, Batman would get...cranky.”

Bruce turns his head towards you, his eyes narrowing as if to say : “I can’t believe you said that”, your smile which meant : “please, you know it’s true” only made him narrow his eyes further...

And on that note-

Arthur starts to burst out laughing.

The situation was so absurd. What. He didn’t know his friend of many years was married, but Kaldur did ? And the reason why the boy never mentioned her was because Batman would “get cranky” ??

Hilarious. Absolutely hilarious.

Soon, you all laughed together, and the rest was history.

Yes, Kaldur had been coming to Wayne Manor for a long time now, and so what ? He was close friends with Batman’s kids. That was enough of an explanation.

After all, it was the “adults” fault that they didn’t trust each other as fast as the kids did, right ?

GREEN ARROW (with guest appearance from Black Canary)

Roy had been a long time friend of Jason. And you held the boy dearly inside your heart, because you knew he helped your son tremendously.

Both Roy and Jay knew the pain of feeling abandoned, and left for dead.

It was only natural, for Roy to be an “extended member of the family”. He was genuinely like a nephew, to you. You were never surprised to see him in your kitchen, unannounced, devouring a cake or something.

“Sup Mrs. Wayne”, he’d say, giving you a high five, your son Jason never being too far.

Roy was always welcomed. In fact, he was much more welcomed than Oliver will ever be. One thing your husband LOVED doing : annoy the crap out of other billionaires. Especially when they were arrogant like Oliver Queen (the irony of that statement never fully reaching your husband’s brain...)

Too bad for Green arrow, eh ?

It was one of Bruce’s favorite past time, oops. And so when Oliver first came to Wayne Manor, accompanied by Dinah, and he realized that Roy was there while the boy was currently filtering his calls...the archer was shook.

No but for real. Here was Roy, sitting at the kitchen table, eating a home cooked meal, relaxed in his chair, clearly alive and well...all the while Oliver had been worried sick ! He would never admit it of course, but he was !

But clearly, “Speedy” (now Arsenal) was all good.

You had invited Green Arrow for dinner (Bruce didn’t want to invite him, mainly just to piss him off because he had invited everyone else already), and oh, Roy and your husband had way too much fun taunting him.

And what the hell, although Roy had eaten two full plates already, he asked for a third one when he saw that Oliver was going to ask if there was any food left. You served the boy, of course, and Bruce insisted for him to finish the dish (just so Oliver couldn’t have more).

You dotted over Roy so much, that Oliver felt almost hurt. Beyond the fact Bruce and the boy obviously were trying to annoy him, Oliver realized how many years he lost. How far from Roy he was, now.

Seeing how close you all were, He realized...

This needed to change. And it would.

************

“I trained a lot here.” Artemis said matter of factly, when Oliver asked her how come she knew about Wayne Manor before he did.

“...I beg you pardon ?” He said, a little offended. Why wouldn’t she train at his place ??

“They have an insane gym, and in the cave they have one of them “danger room”. Like in the X-Men. So we often met here to train together. Sometimes because it’s honestly closer to come to Gotham than the YJ headquarter’s. But mainly because Dick is a BIG Mama’s boy.”

Artemis snickered, looking at your oldest son. And, it was true. The reason the Young Justice sometimes came to train in the Batcave rather than at their headquarters, was because Dick was easily homesick (those short years during which he didn’t talk to Bruce anymore, and was away with the Titans, were tough for him).

And so what ? He lost his family once, could anyone blame him that he was so traumatized he easily missed his mom ? Nope. No one.

Doesn’t mean they never teased him though.

“As my little brother Damian would say : it’s hardly something I’m ashamed of, good ol’ Artemis.”

They laugh together, and you shake your head. You turn to Oliver to tell him that-

Wait, was he pouting ? Oh. Oh he definitely was ! And why, exactly ?

Because Artemis, whom he took care of, whom he took under his wing...KNew you before he did, and liked Bruce’s gym better than his.

Fair enough.

DICK

It was Dick, who first convinced his dad to let his friends come over.

“Absolutely not” he said, at first. But then Dick did his infamous puppy eyes. The little fucker always managed to get some unshed tears in them, always managed to look utterly sad even when it wasn’t really the case.

Your little buddy even went as far as saying : “I just- I just wanted to feel normal” in a broken voice, lowering his head as he left the room (pure acting, of course).

Bruce stood no chance. Alfred and you gave him that look that meant : “Don’t be so heartless !”, and Dick pulled at his heartstring by acting as if he was truly hurt by his refusal.

No chance at all, all Batman that he was.

He couldn’t resist his son already, so when even his wife was pleading with him...”Fine. But we need to set up some rules !”

1. None of them could say who he really was to anyone. 2. No Sleepover Fine, no sleepover exceeding 3 nights ! 3. The Batcave is strictly forbidden (added later : except for training sessions) 4. No mess. 5. Keep. The. Whole. Thing. SECRET.

And that’s how your house welcomed a bunch of little superkids (and how lots of shenanigans ensued...but that, is another story).

JASON

Bruce never regretted saying “yes” to Dick all those years before, about bringing friends over.

Not only did it also made Jason feel like a normal kid inviting his buddies at his place, but after his death and resurrection...his friends truly saved him.

It’s them, who managed to convince him to speak to his parents again. Who brought him home again. Yes. Yes this was something Bruce knew he would never regret.

Saying “yes” to his son’s request, all those years ago, and welcoming into his private home a bunch of kids with famous parents/guardians/mentors, had been one of his best idea. Because there was no doubt in his mind, that the fact those children knew you and him since so long, saved his son.

TIM

Tim, at first, had difficulty to connect with others.

It’s thanks to being part of a team, and them being allowed in his home, that he developed his social skills more.

After all, the boy had been left alone for so long. Had the attention of no one for so long. Of course, it took him a bit of time to get acclimated to having a real family, and even friends !

Tim organized the best movie marathons, and once a month, your living room would be invaded by a bunch of teens who would steal every single snack in your house.

Ah, but it was worst it. It was worst it, if only to see your son so happy, and not alone anymore.

DUKE

Duke was never part of any Young Justice or Teen Titans team...It was before his time. All those “kids” and “teens” were adults now, for the most part. Or his age, but already playing in the big league.

Sometimes, he felt inadequate. And behind. But then you’d reassure him. Of course he couldn’t quite be on the same level they were yet, he just started his “career” as a vigilante !

You encouraged him to mingle with his siblings’ friends, and he did. Duke was a pretty social lad. It didn’t take him much time, to bond with everyone. Especially since they had one subject they were sure to agree on : how great you were.

Ah yes. Of course. You were often the subject of many conversation, because honestly, how many people would let that many lost kids in their home like that ?

CASS

Cass, just like Duke, had never been in a team.

Which made her feel left out, at first...

But oh, this was without counting on her brothers. Those boys would NEVER make their sister feel alone. Feel like she wasn’t a part of their lives, in every way.

Dick introduced his friends to her very quickly. Jason and Tim did too. And of course Damian.

They all bragged so much about her (especially Damian), they all put her on such a high pedestal, that it made all her insecurities and sadness about not fitting in go away.

So what if she wasn’t part of any team (yet) ? She was part of a family, and that was enough. Plus, even though all her brothers’ friends got along really well with you, she knew you’d always choose them over anyone else if you had to make a choice. And honestly for now, she’d settle with “just” a family.

It had already been so hard, to manage to open up and accept your love. She didn’t think she was quite ready for “friends” yet. But she will be. She knew she’d be, one day.

For now, family was enough.

DAMIAN

Your little one would never admit it, but he was sometimes so jealous.

Some of those Young Justice kids...Were not kids anymore. And had been coming around your house for nearly decades.

When the first Young Justice team was made, Dick was 13. Barely older than Damian was now. His friends met you before he did...

That’s what upset Damian, sometimes. Knowing that they grew up with you more than he did. Knowing that they knew you before everyone else, even before the JLA !!

It wasn’t fair. How come they got to spend so many years with you, so much time with you, when he didn’t ?

Yes. Damian was often jealous of how well the Young Justice, and Teen Titans kids knew you.

Clark and him actually bonded greatly over that, to your husband’s exasperation. You thought it was funny. And cute. And definitely reminded your husband that “jealousy was probably a hereditary trait”, which always vexed him.

Oh. And you made sure that your son knew you loved him so much, that there really were no reason to feel jealous..

EVERYONE

Little by little, everyone came to Wayne Manor at one point.

They all slowly met Batman’s family. Secret identities didn’t exist for them anymore. Annual barbecue was a thing (which mainly happened at Wayne Manor, because Bruce was the only one who had a backyard big enough, and remote enough, to invite all the most powerful superhero on the planet, without anyone even noticing).

They realized Bruce was just a man (and not a vampire, thank you very much mister Jordan).

A family man.

A few years back, it would’ve never crossed any of their mind to think that. What ? Batman ? With a family ? Right...

And yet. Yet it was the truth.

Yes. They slowly got accustomed to that fact. But there was one thing they’d never get used to : it was how their kids, their wards, nephews or nieces, their sidekicks, the children they decided to mentor...Knew all along.

Long before they did.

It was quite an adjustment, to realize Batman had a wife, and to see their kids know everything about her already.

You admit that, if the roles were reversed, you’d probably be very surprised. Especially since you knew all about them, thanks to their children.

But in a way, it made sense, didn’t it ? It made sense, that those kids knew you before the adults did. That they hung out at Wayne Manor a lot, given the fact it was the biggest house at disposal, and they were great friends with your children.

Yes. It just made sense, that you got to meet the kid first. Because of your own kids. Of course.

And it made you so happy, to see all of them grow to be such fine and decent people.

When you thought about that time, all those years ago, when they first started to know you, you often felt a bit nostalgic.

Ah, but years passed, but the friendships and love you all shared never faded.

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Hahahaha so here we are, in an “AU” in which the superkids met Batmom before anyone else :). I hope you enjoyed this story. Trying really hard not to be too self-deprecating right now so not adding more haha. As per usual, comments and reblog are highly appreciated and encouraging/motivating :) ! Thank you for reading !

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 2 months

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Billy asks you out but you have no idea its because Jason paid him to and it's for revenge against Hellfire.

Eddie, is pissed about your date but his protective side comes out when he finds out what happened.

Reader is Hoppers niece in this story. She can be adopted or through family, it's up to you. 💕

Jealousy, protective Eddie, fluff. Minors dni, 18+ don't copy, translate or repost my work.

Season four Au, Billy is alive.

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Tonight should have been a good night. It was your first date in a while and you were hoping it went well. You should have realised it was doomed from the start, especially as it had caused you and Eddie to have a really bad fight.

He wasn't happy about your date with Billy and an argument between the two of you erupted during lunch two days ago, you hadn't spoke to each other since then.

It made sitting at the Hellfire table very awkward and poor Dustin had given up trying to get the two of you to talk to each other.

According to Eddie there was no way that Billy had changed, he'd only hurt you, etc. You were a believer in second chances, though maybe you should have been more wary just like Eddie said.

Billy had taken you to see some new horror movie and invited you to hang out with a friend of his after.

The minute that Jason showed up at the end of your date alarm bells rang in your head. He walked right up to Billy and handed him a hundred bucks, sneering at you and then turning back to Billy.

"Wow. Well done dude, this went better than I thought" Jason laughed and Billy had this stupid smirk on his face.

It was a bet Billy explained. A hundred bucks to date you, cause some friction with Eddie and then let you find out, humiliating you. It was Jason's idea for revenge on Hellfire, it left you feeling sick to your stomach and Jason's laughter followed you along the way, as you raced out of the movie theatre.

Now you were back at home. Tears running down your cheeks and your heart aching, you can't believe you were so stupid to give Billy a chance. Not only were you humiliated but Eddie wasn't speaking to you either.

The thought of facing Jason tomorrow at school made you toss and turn all night, however you were determined to get back at the asshole one way or another.

...

Jason's smug smirk at seeing you first thing soon disappeared when in art class your paint supplies accidentally went over his lucky letterman jacket.

You adopted your most innocent expression when the teacher asked you if it was an accident, acted flustered and said you were sorry to Jason.

When the teachers back was turned the apologetic expression vanished from your face and you smirked at an enraged Jason.

"Paybacks a bitch huh?"

That felt really good. However your good mood vanished as soon as it was lunchtime. Eddie was still grumpy and the tension between the two of you was awful.

Between this and the disappointment that your first date in ages was just a stupid bet, you were feeling close to tears. All it took was Gareth turning to you, giving a nervous glance to Eddie then asking how the date went for you to almost crumble.

"I don't want to talk about it" you mumble and Eddie looks at you for the first time in days, folds his arms across his chest and huffs annoyed.

"Jesus h christ, so you ignore my advice and it turns out exactly how I thought it would?" his tone chips away at your bruised heart and you meet Eddie's gaze.

You try to act nonchalant but the facade quickly fades and your lip wobbles, the ache in your chest hurting again. The anger leaves Eddie's eyes immediately.

"It was a bet okay! So you were right Eddie. Billy is still an asshole and he got paid by Jason to humiliate me" you snap and gather your stuff not wanting to hear Eddie say I told you so.

If you were being honest some part of you deep down only went on this date to see how Eddie would react. For a while you suspected he might have feelings for you.

Obviously you were wrong. He didn't want you that way. Maybe he was wondering why Billy even wanted to date you in the first place.

Whatever. You didn't need this shit from him and promptly walked away from the Hellfire table.

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Eddie couldn't remember the last time he had been this mad. The very feeling coursing through his veins, had propelled him to seek out Jason and he found the asshole laughing with one of his douchebag friends.

"Hey Munson, you ask your friend how her date went last night? Jason throws the jibe at him, smirks and fist bumps his friend.

His amusement only lasts for a few seconds because he soon sees the look in Eddie's eyes, the one that sends him scampering back and turning paler by the minute.

"You stay away from me freak. I mean it" Eddie ignores him, moves closer to Jason and glares at him.

"Let's get one thing straight Carver. You wanna mess with me then fine, you don't use my friends to do it. Especially not her, understand?" Carver isn't so cocky now, merely nods as his friend hightails it in the other direction.

"Why do you think I went after her freak. She's like your weakness or something" Eddie stills as Jason's words hit him. The thing is the douchebag wasn't wrong.

"I mean it man. You hurt even the tiniest hair on her head I swear you'll regret it" he pushes him away and then stalks off making plans to deal with Billy next.

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The opportunity presents itself the next day when Billy as per usual came to the trailer for his weeks supply of weed, "a little something to deal with living in this shithole town" Billy would say and in all honesty Eddie agreed with him.

Well until he decided to fuck with you. Now as far as Eddie was concerned, Billy Hargrove could go and fuck himself.

Just the sight of him coming into the trailer with his signature smirk and an expectant look, set Eddie's teeth on edge and then Billy makes it worse, subtly rubs in what he's done.

"Got a windfall this week Munson so hit me with the good stuff" Eddie has to dig his nails into his hands to stop himself from doing something stupid, like lunging at this smug asshole. He can't believe Billy would have the fucking audacity to be so boastful about what he done.

Not that he expected that Billy would give a fuck about hurting you but he figured there might be guilt or some shit. His jaw tightens and he shoots Billy a dark look.

"Yeah there's nothing here for you dude, you're cut off" he stares coldly at Billy, who looks offended that Eddie is refusing to give him anything.

"You can't do that Munson, I'm a paying customer so give me my fucking weed" the harshness in Billy's tone barely effects Eddie, he's too pissed at what Billy has done to give a fuck about how angry this douchebag is.

"I don't want it man. You think you can hurt my girl and I'd still sell you shit? You're lucky I don't beat your ass, might land me a broken arm or some shit but it would be worth it"

Billy snorts "All of this for her" he points to you and Eddie swears, he didn't realise you had arrived and had heard everything, standing at the trailer door looking stunned.

"All of it. Now fuck off dude" he gestures to the door and Billy scoffs and marches up to him.

"You know I could tell the chief all about your dealing and shit. He'd fast track you to jail and you'd be exactly like daddy" Eddie's fist tightens at Billy's threat but he ignores it, the asshole is talking shit.

"Go ahead. Sure Hop would love to know that you messed with his niece and humiliated her. Bet you'll be right at the top of his Christmas card list dude" Billy's eyes widen, then he swears and storms out of the trailer.

Heat gathers in Eddie's cheeks as you walk over to him. The look on your face has him feeling out of sorts, with a desperate need to take you in his arms and kiss you senseless.

But you only saw him as a friend didn't you? That's why he was such a douchebag this week, yeah because of Billy's reputation and he was scared you'd get hurt but also because he was so fucking jealous.

Not that he'd ever tell you how he felt. There was no way he was having that conversation with you. Fuck, now that would be mortifying.

So imagine his shock when you kiss his cheek, so very near his lips that it makes his brain short circuit for a few seconds and he's genuinely stunned.

"Maybe next time we could try a real kiss" you suggest and Eddie comes to with the biggest beaming smile on his face.

"I'd like that princess. That's why I was such a dick this week. I'm sorry, I was jealous that you went a date with Hargrove when I've been wanting to ask you out for months"

He feels like he might explode when you trail your hand up his chest, he's eager to kiss you, touch you and make you his.

"How about you take me on a date right now Eddie? See I figured out that there's no one I'd rather be with than you. Took me some time to realise that but I don't plan on wasting anymore time"

Your words are like music to his ears and the grin doesn't leave his face when you move closer to him and exchange your first kiss.

And just like that you and Eddie were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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#eddie munson angst #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n

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My drunk Baby

Summary: Filming a certain episode of Wanteez has left you with a more than just tipsy boyfriend! Lucky for him, he´s cute!

Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.

You didn´t know what exactly what woke you up. Was it Byeol who had decided to grace you with her presence or maybe the honking of passing by cars? You honestly didn´t know!

With a quick glance at your LED-alarm clock you realized that it was already close to3 in the morning and San, your boyfriend had yet to join you in bed for the night.

It wasn´t unusual that he was staying late at the company or that he decided to go back to the dorm with Seonghwa and Mingi because of an early schedule, but today you could swear that he would be coming over after he was done filming.

Something about filming new content for Wanteez and having the day after off to recharge their energy!

San hadn´t gone into specifics about what exactly they were going to film and you had long given up asking since he had kind of made it a tradition to watch their content with you to see your reaction.

This time however you got a bit worried as your boyfriend always made sure to at least text you when he wasn´t coming home. That´s why you forced yourself to became a little more awake to reach for your phone in the dark.

The brightness of the screen almost blinded you and you had to blink a few times to get your eyes used to it.

Surprised to see that you had a couple texts from not just San but apparently half of the other members too, you read through them all.

The first thing you noticed was that all of them had apparently lost every sense of grammar they had.

The second thing was Hongjoong apologizing for something you couldn´t quite figure out. Wooyoung sending you at least 20 pics that wouldn´t load due to KQs horrible Wi-Fi and San sending you a voice message with almost 5 minutes in length!

The last one was a message from Seonghwa.

Pls come pck up yur boyfrien and tak care if him??? ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ -received 2:23 am

Are they… drunk???

Your suspicion proofed to be correct when you started listening to your boyfriend´s voice message. You could feel yourself going soft as you cooed at San stuttering his way through the message, repeating the same thing about 3 times before trailing of and end the message with a soft and tired, “…nd I luv *hicks* you m´bby…”

Not being able to spot the giggle from escaping your lips followed by a sigh, you sat up in your bed.

Byeol, not happy about being woken up from her slumber threw a sassy glare in your direction before going back to sleep.

“I´m sorry cutie,”

Your phone lit up again. Another message from the groups oldest member.

I knw your up! DON INORE ME AN GET SANNIE HOM!!! -received 2:34 am

Alright, alright! I´m on my way… Dorm or company? -sent 2:35 am

drm -received 2:36 am

thanxx ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ -received 2:36 am

With a loud groan which made Byeols ears twitch gently, you threw the warm blanket off of your body to get dressed, opting for a pair of grey sweatpants which belonged to San judging by the size and one of his shirts laying on top of the clean laundry basket, you had yet to put away, you grabbed your phone, a mask and your car keys and walked out of the apartment with a pair of cat ear slippers on your feet.

They had been a birthday gift from Haneul, your boyfriends sister claiming that she couldn´t not buy them for you, seeing as San was basically a human shaped cat!

The drive was shorter than usual with just a few cars passing by. It was in the middle of the night after all!

Suppressing a tired yawn, you parked the car in the private garage of the apartment complex, greeting the security guard who already knew you from your countless visits at the dorms and vanished inside the elevator taking you to the correct floor.

You always found it impressive how they always managed to be loud enough to already be heard outside in the hallway and knowing that they probably wouldn´t be able to hear the doorbell either way, you punched the security PIN into the lockpad and let yourself in.

What you saw, was definitely not what you expected.

Yes San, Seonghwa and Mingi weren´t the type to say no when offered a cuddle, but seeing 3 fully grown men clinging to each other like koalas to their mother, whispering and giggling in hushed voices together was not on your bingo card for the night…

Leaning against the wall, you continued watching the 3 unnoticed for a while.

You didn´t know what they were talking about since their hushed whisper was soft enough to not be heard where you were standing.

“hmm an y/n does ths thng with their tongu-“

“Sannie!?” hastily you cut the drunk boy off, preventing him from spilling more than he probably already had.

Sans head whipped around at the sound of your voice, happy to see you.

“YEOBO!”

Mingi flinched slightly at the sudden increase in volume from the older 99-liner.

You were honestly surprised he was able to pronounce the word properly with how droopy his eyes were, face dangerously red from alcohol and seemingly close to falling over even though he was still sitting, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Come on you big baby, let´s get you home and in bed!”

Upon hearing those words, the performer got up, looking a little like a newborn lamb I doing so, and stumbled over to where you were. Pressing a loud but still sweet kiss to your cheek before wrapping his arms tightly around your middle!

You waved at the two other boys left behind on the couch, fondly rolling your eyes as they continued giggling.

Careful, as to not let him fall flat on his face, you helped put on his shoes and led him out the door.

It was a short walk but turned out to take way longer as San kept swaying, slowly losing the fight against the sleepiness.

The security guard waiting in the garage, couldn´t hide an amused smile as he watched you drag your half conscious boyfriend to the car.

Once he was seated and you took your place behind the wheel, you wanted to start the engine but were ultimately stopped by San grabbing your face in his hands clumsily, turning you to face him.

With wide eyes and squished cheeks you stared at him.

“Kiss?” he pouted, lips pursed cutely and waiting for you to follow his request.

His eyes were almost completely shut sitting there patiently.

You weren´t able to deny him a kiss even on a normal day, let alone like this!

After having received his kiss, he happily let you go to lean back. Smiling satisfied.

“Cute,” you said quietly to yourself before putting the car in reverse an dpulling out of the parking lot.

It wasn´t a surprise that the giant boy fell asleep and thankfully he wasn´t as hard to wake up as you had expected with the way he had started snoring.

Byeol greeted you two at the door, wrapping herself around your lour legs before doing the same to San.

“Byeol-ah! Oppa´s home!”

Bending down to pet the cat, he almost lost his balance if you hadn´t reacted as fast as you did.

“Yes and oppa needs to go to be right now!”

He let himself get dragged into the bedroom, flopping on the bed and closing his eyes, ready to let sleep take over but you forced him to at least get rid of his jeans and into his sleep shirt before whipping the remaining make up away for his face.

Dazed, he watched as you gently took care of him, enjoying every second of the pampering.

“Why are you looking at me like that San-ah?”

The boy shrugged.

“Luv you so mch my bby! Thnk you for takin care ´f me!”

His words made your face feel exponential warmer than before.

Throwing the makeupwipe into the trash can, you came back to sit next to him, pulling the blanket over him before pressing your lips gently onto his.

“I love you too my drunk baby!”

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bartxnhood · 1 year

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wanna be yours | l.h

luke hemmings x fem!reader

summary: luke had his eyes on you from the moment you met him so, it killed him when you couldn’t take the hint that he was in love with you.

warnings: two oblivious people in love, my bad writing, mentions of a lot of drinking

a/n: someone asked for jealous and protective luke ??? say no more. feedback is appreciated ! ALSO didn’t exactly turn out how i originally thought but it’s a good start !! enjoy !!

requests open

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there is a scene in a movie where the lead character and the love interest lock eyes.

they lose sight of everything around them, leaving just each other in focus. you never liked seeing those kinds of movies, thought it was cliche, and never believed in love at first sight. if you're being honest, it was overdone, unrealistic, and plain annoying.

but, it was fate that it would fall on you.

you didn't enjoy parties because there were too many people there, you didn't like drinking, and people were making out all over the place, some of whom were newlyweds and others who were having affairs. you hated being messy, and gatherings were messy. also, you made an effort to limit the number of your friends because you found it uncomfortable to be surrounded by so many people.

but ashton, your best friend, pleaded with you to attend this particular gathering. hours would pass, and just when you thought he had finished pleading, he would resume. so you gave in.

that’s how you found yourself at ashton's house, sitting in your car, staring at your phone, and observing the passing of time. It had been over fifteen minutes since you had first decided whether or not to do this. hearing the faint music emanating from the house, your chest felt constricted. you pushed open the car door and walked over to the home. attempting to summon the guts to enter by standing outside the front door.

when the door opened, there was a strong odor of alcohol, as well as loud music and conversation. while searching among the throng of individuals swaying their bodies against one another to find your friend, you regretted your decision to agree. when you eventually located the man after searching the kitchen, the other person standing by his side immediately caught your eye.

everything around you vanished in an instant, leaving you only able to concentrate on the man with whom you had just locked eyes. wonderfully curled hair, flawless skin, eyes the color of the sea, and just enough of his white silk shirt's buttons were undone to make you flustered. he was stunning. all of a sudden, the room contained only you and him. there was only you and him; nothing else or anyone else was important.

but you were pulled from that thought As ashton grabbed your wrist and said, "cmon!", you were jolted out of your trance-like state. ”i gotta introduce you to everyone!" the australian cheered and dragged you into the kitchen where everyone was standing; all of a sudden, you were the center of attention. you waved to the small group of people while saying, "guys, this is my amazing friend, y/n," feeling a little uncomfortable at the unexpected focus. “y/n, this is calum, michael, crystal, sierra, and luke,” ashton said as he made an introduction.

the small group of individuals exchanged smiles, and you shook hands with each person before approaching luke with a gentle "hello."

wow.

your palm touched his, you prayed he wouldn't notice your flushed cheeks, and you both nodded. he was the most stunningly handsome person you had ever seen, by a long shot. ashton once again grabbed your arm away and dragged you out of the kitchen before you had a chance to continue admiring his attractiveness. while waving the group off, you glanced over your shoulder. You weren't angry with ashton since he knew you'd never tried something like this and that you were making a big step by doing so. he also needed a reason to prove to his buddies that you were real and an important part of his life.

at night's end, you were sitting in ashton's backyard, lounging around the pool, admiring the reflection as lights danced across the water of the pool. even though roughly half of the people left, music continued to play. people said he would always throw the nicest parties, and now you understood why. but you simply weren't made for this situation; you were too uncomfortable and worn out from engaging with everyone for so long. You simply wanted to return home, binge-watch your favorite movie in the coziness of your bed, and eat some frozen pizza.

the word "hey" surprised you and made you flinch just a little. your eyes landed on the person standing above you, holding one cup while concealing the other in his pocket. luke apologized for the quick response, "oh, sorry, i thought you heard me," but you just shook your head. you shrugged and turned to face the swimming pool, saying, "no, it's alright, was just thinking." there was a little period of silence since neither of you knew exactly what to say. you had just recently met. “do you want a drink?” he asked. “oh, no thanks,” you said as you once again looked up at him. “i'm not really a drinker.” the blonde let out a gentle laugh. "but you came a party?" while scratching your forehead, you chuckled alongside him. “well, ashton is a push-“ over. yeah. that he is," luke continued your sentence and you laughed. “i think i’m heading home now, im way too tired to stay much longer”. you got out of the lawn chair facing luke.

his mind began racings, he didn’t want the conversation to end just yet. he had to think of something so he could see you more. “do you need a ride?”

your hands were crossed, and your eyes darted back to his and then to the cup in his grasp. "thanks for the offer, but I just live ten minutes away," you said. he extended his hand to you after giving you a nod and pulling it from his pocket. “it was lovely meeting you, y/n,” “you too, luke”

you had no intention of seeing luke again after that. you had your friend group, ashton had his own, and you happened to be a part of both. you had no intention of ever returning to another party unless you absolutely had to be there; that atmosphere wasn't for you. it was too much for you, and you just wished ashton would be more considerate of your decision. you knew he wanted you around; you'd been best friends since high school, and it was difficult for you both to have separate lives.

but fate had something else in store for you.

it was subtle when you first became aware of his presence. you ran into him a few times in town, which wasn't unusual. but then he'd show up at your job, or he'd find his way into the same restaurant you were in. it was amusing at first because what are the chances you'd keep meeting like this?

so you confronted him one day. “you know, if you keep this up you’ll have to take me out for coffee” you started, putting down the record you pick up. this was one of the many times you had run into luke while running errands. this time, the both of you ended up in a local record store. you heard him chuckle softly before turning to you, “are you asking me out on a date?” he leans against the shelf raising his eyebrow. you shrug, “more like telling you to take me out” he nods, leaning in closer. “i see..then i guess i’ll see you tomorrow?”

you and luke are two opposites but somehow you two hit it off

he drinks while you don’t.

despite your differences, you detested parties, and luke's life was spent drinking; not you. you've never thought that opposites attract. yet it was odd because as time went on, you discovered that you were rather similar. you and luke had a lot in common, and you got along just well. it was never dull or tiring since the two of you could converse for as long as it took, even until the sun rose. you frequently found yourself stranded in ashton's or calum's backyard, relaxing on the chairs after talking until the wee hours of the morning like you were adolescents.

each time the two of you are in close contact, there is tension. You adored the quiet glances you two shared. It was much more enjoyable because it seemed as though the two of you were barred from being together.

It was never meant to go this far. You'd been hanging out with Luke for quite some time. you've been wanting to be with him every other day for at least a few months now, waiting for his texts or calls saying he wanted to hang out or if he found a new restaurant he thinks you'd like. or the way he'd subconsciously hold the small of you back while leading you through a crowded area, or how he'd always go out of his way to make sure you got home safely.

it was never supposed to escalate this quickly.

you found yourself wanting to hang out with him even more, wondering if Luke would be there when ashton asked you to hang out. You started thinking about him all the time.

that's when it started getting more complicated. you knew something between you changed after being with him so long. and although you knew how it changed you, you were too scared to jeopardize anything between you not when it was fresh.

truthfully, you just displayed to him, that you'd always be available. you could say no to anyone who had ever asked you out because of your newfound feelings for luke. but you couldn't tell him that, it was too soon. but even then, you couldn't get the sound of his laugh out of your mind, or the way your name rolled off his tongue like it was meant to be there. you couldn't stop picturing what it would be like to lay in his arms, limbs tangled together as he sang you the sweetest lullaby.

unknown to you, luke made an effort to avoid you in the beginning because he knew he couldn't control himself with you. no matter how hard he tried to hide himself from you or push you away, you always managed to find a way into his head like an addictive substance. as you were the most gorgeous person he had ever seen, he wanted to shield you from all harm and evil in the world and would do whatever it took to ensure that everyone knew the two of you belonged together.

but, did you know that?

you began to watch him from then on, looking for clues that could point you in the right direction. you'd noticed him fiddling with his rings, then grazing over the leg of his jeans or joggers, slipping his hand between you on the couch. his hand would inch across the seat, pausing now and then. then he'd retreat without much thought, preferring to rest his hand on his thigh rather than bother with yours.

nothing would have made you happier than to come across his hand. any action would be preferable to simply waiting for him to take the initiative and pleading with your eyes as if it would help. you contemplated inviting him over, striking up a conversation, or even touching his hand. Instead, you remained silent despite your strong desire to speak but your inability to do so.

you have no idea how or why you began to feel more confident around luke; you were the shy and reserved friend before meeting him, but you changed completely after meeting him. and you knew people would judge you for it, saying things like, "oh, i can't believe you'd changed yourself for a guy!" however, this was not the case. he made you feel something that you couldn't put into words. maybe he inspired you to be someone you've never been before.

you were standing outside ashton's door, picking at your nails, debating whether this was a good idea. you were dressed differently than usual, wearing a tight dress with a large leather jacket over it to try to hide your body.

something like this was extremely unusual for you, and you may have been an idiot to dress like this for a man who probably only thought of you as a friend. but it had to be worth a shot, right?

you let yourself in, the music was blaring and the pungent smell of liquor was all too familiar to you. you pushed through the people and eventually got to ashton’s living room where everyone else was. they all cheered and greeted you.

ashton hugged you first and said a bunch of drunk incoherent words about how happy he was to see you. then you greeted luke with a warm while which he reciprocated. “happy birthday luke” you said, he nodded. “thank you, y/n”.

after the small reunion, the group dissolved. everyone was off doing their own thing. you found yourself standing outside, a cup in your hand filled with whatever you found. the night air was a bit chilly which caused you to curse at yourself mentally for wearing such a short dress.

“you look nice.” luke’s voice rang as he came up behind you. You looked over your shoulder and spotted him. “thanks.” you smiled, and he raised his eyebrow. “you dress up that pretty for me?” he was standing next to you now, his comment and proximity were enough to make you blush. “and what if i did?” you retorted. luke smirked, “i’d be thankful because you look so good in that dress.”

he leaned closer, keeping eye contact with you.

he was so close to you that your heart began to beat quickly. you were attempting to read him while his eyes were staring right through you. there are two possible outcomes here. one of two things will happen: either someone will interrupt you like in a cliché movie, or he has the ideal opportunity to kiss you right now.

he leans in even closer, saying, "i'd even say that you should start dressing like this too, it suits you." you felt the blood rush to your cheeks.

kiss me. please. just do it

you wanted him to make the first move because this moment had the chance to change everything. you didn't want to appear so desperate. luke must have noticed your begging expression because he started leaning in again, this time only a few centimeters from your lips.

oh, god. it’s happening. it’s happen-

“come on man, it's time for you to open your presents!" michael interrupted the situation by shouting from the kitchen. you sighed as you saw luke leave. you could almost sense the disappointment in his eyes as he turned to look at you to check if you were following him.

“okay, and it seems the last one is from….y/n!” michael and calum handed over the large box to luke.

luke unwrapped the box, displaying the guitar case as you watched. he looked perplexed as he tried to imagine what you may have given him. the one guitar he had been dreaming about was waiting for him when he opened the case. "y/n.." He takes the guitar in his hands and places it on his lap.

everyone who was gathered around him suddenly turned to look at you. he is the last one to do so.

"you bought this?" He asks, and you nod while beaming broadly. he had never looked so startled to you. how did you know, exactly? “how…how did you?” he trailed off.

"well, you talked about it for so long, and occasionally i caught you looking it up. so i thought, why not get it for you?“ you responded.

luke stood up and hurried to you after putting the red guitar back in its case. you were engulfed by his arms, spinning you. "im grateful. I have never gotten a present better than that. I promise i’ll treasure it” he smiles, “i know you will luke”.

and for the rest of the night, everything went great. until it didn’t.

"y/n," ashton said, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"hm?" he had a mischievous smile on his face as you dropped your phone to your lap. "have you ever tried playing the drums?" "no?" you shook your head. It came out as a question as if you were asking yourself a question. "why?" he approached you and reached for your wrist. "you're about to!"

ashton was perched on the stool and sat you down on his lap, having handed you his drumsticks and demonstrated how to hold them properly as his hands caressed yours. he explained that he would only have you play a simple beat. he taught you the basics and then let you play a few beats on your own. you didn't notice how close ashton was, how his breath tickled your spine, or how delicately his hand held yours.

you two were laughing because you couldn't play because you had almost no rhythm. "this is exactly why you guys are musicians," you laughed, rising from ashton's lap and returning his sticks. "nah, practice enough and you'll get good enough to join the band," he winked.

luke watched the scene unfold in front of him, how close ashton was, the way he eyed you like you were some kind of prey. his hand was supporting his chin, his elbow was resting on the couch arm, and his jaw was locked. luke began tapping his finger impatiently against his cheek, were you so oblivious? everyone was making moves toward you, and you didn't even look at him? he pushed himself off the sofa and out of the room to get some fresh air. if he was in there any longer he would explode.

he hated the fact that, despite your lack of effort, you had him in your grasp. luke hated how near the guys were to you and how they treated you like they were hunting prey. how did you not notice how they eyed you? how the other boys treated you like some kind of object. especially ashton.

we’re you so oblivious to their advances? did you not see how luke wanted to rip you away from them and keep you all to himself?

did you even notice his attempts to try and win you?

He wanted the world to know how badly he wanted you, how you were his, and that despite his best efforts to deny it, he was falling in love with you. Luke had difficulty accepting it, but he would go to the ends of the earth for you.

“what was that about?” you ask, after watching luke exit the room. calum shrugged, “who knows. it’s luke” he didn’t look at you as he was nose deep in his phone. you looked around the room, everyone seemed not interested. “he probably left because ashton was feeling you up” someone added. you huffed, grabbed your jacket, and walked outside to the patio.

you saw his silhouette and walked up to him. “luke?” he didn’t respond and you walked closer. “lu?” you spoke the nickname you had given him. he finally turned back to look at you.

you saw that look in his eyes, the only look he had when looking at you. “luke, what’s going on? why’d you walk out like that? did i do something wrong?” his back was still turned to you, refusing to look at you. “you just don’t get it, do you?” he still wouldn’t face you. “get what, luke? the fact that you’re ignoring me in front of everyone and leaving me in the dark.” you were feeling frustrated, upset that he wouldn’t even look at you. “god, luke, just look at me!” you grabbed his arm, spinning him around so he’d have to look at you now.

“talk to me.” you pleaded. your eyes begging as you stared into his blue eyes. luke hated it, he hated how you had him in the palm of your hand ready to do anything for you if you’d just say the words. he detested that no matter how hard he tried, it would always be you. “oh, baby,” his hand caressed your cheek. “don’t make me spell it out for you…you know i want you”

“what?” you were only able to mutter, feeling the heat take over your face. maybe it was the liquor, or maybe it just was the fact that he said those words. you opened your mouth to say something but he cut you off. “every fucking day, I wish you were mine- every single goddamned day.”

you removed his hand from your cheek, silently missing his touch. “how was i supposed to know you felt more for me than just a friend, lu?” you saw his brows furrow. “you never explicitly told me, you wanted me..why?” you trailed off, you watched as he tried to come up with an explanation. “you never, ever, use your words like.”

you watched as he examined your face. you were mad but calm. it scared him, we’re you about to reject him? “for someone who writes songs for his job, he would be able to express his feelings freely. i guess not.”

“how did you expect me to decipher the hundred different ways you look in my direction? this isn’t just on me yknow. luke goes quiet, his eyes looking deeper into your eyes than before.

“i thought my actions would say all they needed to” you reply, “i thought you were just acting as a friend? you and all the guys act the same” luke locks his jaw, balling his fits by his side. “they act that way because they want to fuck you y/n.” you look taken aback legging out a scoff.

“so what about you, then?” “what about me?” “are you acting this way because you want to fuck me?” you smirk as luke realizes he backed himself into a corner.

“i—no? that’s not what—fuck.” he runs his hand through his hair. “let me start over. y/n, i’m sorry i wasn’t honest and i’m sorry i didn’t use my words. but i want you more than a friend should and i need to know, do you want me that way too?” you try to hide your smile while you step closer and wrap your arms around his neck. “see now was that so hard?”

he looks down at you, raising his eyebrow. “you didn’t answer the question.” you let the smile take over fully. “luke hemmings i have been tripping over my feet since the day we first met. yes, i very much want you too.”

he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, allowing him to peck your lips. “i was hoping you’d say that”

(and you can predict the end u filthy ppl<3)

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flowerandblood · 5 months

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» The Longing «

[ Aemond ✦ Targaryen x Baratheon! ✦ female ]

[ warnings: sex content, fingering, smut, angst, domination, ass slapping, degardation, possessive behaviour, orgasm denial ]

» The Impossible Choice Special Chapter «

Aemond through his duties as the Hand of the King is unable to keep his promise and accompany his wife on her journey to Storms End. To his disappointment this does not stop her and she and their son leave for what seems to him an infinite amount of time.

This work was created as part of a series The Christmas Drabbles which will consist of ten drabbles taking place after the events of some of my favorite fanfictions. Each of them is concerned with one feeling that dominates the characters at a given moment. This is my little gift to all my fans.

Word counter: 2.400

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

My other works: Masterlist

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When Aegon made it clear to him that because of the troubles with the riots on the streets of King's Landing, he would not be able to leave Dragonstone until things calmed down, he knew his wife would not take this well.

They had tried several times to arrange a date for their trip to Storm's End, however each time his duties as the Hand of the King prevented him from doing so. He had presented her with the King's decision over dinner, which they always ate together.

She entertained their son, who was trying with difficulty to babble his first words already, though it was more coming out as strange clusters of syllables. Lady Baratheon raised her gaze full of disbelief at him and shook her head.

"I will leave without you, Aemond. I will not explain myself to Royce for the third time. His first-born son was born and I promised him I would come to enjoy it with him. I haven't seen him for six months." She said with a frown, turning her attention to Daeron again, stopping his quick, curious hands from grabbing the bowl that stood close to her.

He felt his jaw clench at her words, his nostrils moving restlessly in a deeper breath, his brow expressing frustration at the thought that she was to travel anywhere without him, without her husband.

"It's dangerous." He replied coolly, wanting to show her by his tone of voice and attitude that he didn't like her suggestion.

She knew him enough to know when he was against her ideas.

She sighed heavily, looking at him with obvious impatience, however her voice was calm and composed.

"Appoint someone to travel there with me and Daeron. Even a few guards, if you see fit, I −"

"− with Daeron?" He growled lowly, looking at her in disbelief, and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Who will take care of him in my absence? Is he to stay the whole time with only his mummy while you are at a council meeting?" She asked, clearly trying to convince him that this was the most sensible solution, but he could not comprehend how the thought that she was to separate him from his first-born son could meet with his approval.

"He's my son." He said low, deep, menacingly, his hand lying on the table in front of him clenched into a fist.

"I know; but his father, through no fault of his own, is unable to keep his promise. His father, and at the same time, as it coincided, my husband, should understand my decision, just as I show understanding towards his." She said firmly, furrowing her brows, there was not a trace of fear or hesitation in her bright eyes.

He fucked her like crazy that night, rooting his manhood into her with deep, fast thrusts, listening to her moans of despair every time she was close to fulfilment.

He wouldn't let her come, punishing her for wanting to leave him, allowing her to reach her peak on his length only after his semen had filled her for the third time, teasing her pearl with his long, nimble fingers, from her throat, to his delight, only his name bursting out between her cries of delight.

Feeling the warmth of her body, her scent, her sweet lips pressed against his, his rage completely vanished from him, leaving only a burning desire for her not to leave him, to give him just a little more time to fulfil his promise.

He spent the whole night at the other end of the bed with his back turned to her when she told him that she couldn't let her brother down once again. He didn't even speak to her when she embraced him, when she told him that she would be back soon, that she loved him.

He thought, embittered and full of pain, that if she really loved him she would never of her own free will have decided to separate from him.

The next day, despite her request, he did not escort her and their son to the carriage. She stood over him as he pretended to read a book, uninterested in her words about how deeply sad she was and that she did not want them to part in anger.

He answered her nothing.

He regretted it as soon as she left, when he went to the window and saw that their carriages, accompanied by an escort, were heading away from Dragonstone to finally disappear. He pressed his lips together and swallowed hard, feeling the tightness in his throat and the pain in his chest, he couldn't believe he felt like crying.

Two weeks.

They had never been apart for so long before.

Although he tried not to think about it, their absence seemed to create a void in his mind and heart, his chamber suddenly seeming immensely dark and disturbing to him.

At night as he lay in his bed he would wake restlessly, reaching his hand to the side where she always lay, wanting to make sure she was safe, and he would open his eyes, terrified, looking at the cold material of his sheets, having to remind himself that she had left, that she was in no danger.

He knew she had a right to do so and that she missed her brother very much, but he still felt forsaken.

Nevertheless, when his servant brought him a letter from her, he took it from her and immediately told her to leave without waiting a second, fearing that something might have happened to them.

Her words, however, only expressed her joy at seeing her nephew and that he was in good health. She also informed him that she and Daeron were feeling well, although they missed him very much. She wrote to him about how she could not sleep at night and that she felt as if she had left a part of her heart somewhere far away.

He felt rage and bitterness reading this, but most of all this immense, overwhelming longing.

He did not write her back.

He did not allow his servants to help himself in the bath furious that they could not do it in the same order as his wife, did not have her hands or her scent, made him uncomfortable and only reminded him of her absence.

When at last the day of their return came he had felt tense and excited since the morning, but at the same time he was annoyed, his face stony, not expressing any emotion exactly as when they had met, when he had first seen her in Storm's End.

He did not come out to meet them when they arrived at the stronghold, he did not greet her when he heard her enter his chamber even though he immediately felt her scent, his manhood throbbed hard in response, as it always did, with desire.

He relieved himself in her absence by fucking himself with his own hand, cursing and at the same time summoning her in his thoughts.

At last she returned.

He sat bent over his book, his back to her, heard her soft, warm voice, tired from many hours of travel, heard her hand their son over to his mummy saying that she had fed him an hour ago and he should sleep soundly through the night, before the door opened and closed.

They were left alone.

He knew she was standing looking at him from afar, hoping that he would bestow at least one glance on her, that he would say something, but he only pressed his lips together and turned the page, pretending to concentrate on what he was reading.

He heard her quiet footsteps, the distinctive rustling of her gown, and then he felt and saw her soft, slender hand touch his arm, a shiver went through him. He swallowed quietly, straightening up in his seat, feeling his heart pounding hard, feeling that he was completely hard, that the only thing keeping him from throwing himself at her was his own pride.

"My husband." She whispered with pain, with longing, with hope, with relief and joy that they were together again. He felt a tightness in his throat, his nostrils moved restlessly, his fingers clenched tightly on the book that lay just on his thighs.

"Will you help me undress?"

He felt his length throbbing hard at his words, he let out a quiet puff as if surprised, for a moment wanting to suggest that she ask her maid to do it, but hesitated.

He pressed his lips together and put his book down on the table, rising with a loud creak of wood. He turned and looked at her, realising at once that he had made a huge mistake.

She was staring at him with those big bright eyes of hers surrounded by a fan of beautiful long lashes, her dark eyebrows arched in worry, in pain, in fear of his anger and rejection, her cheeks rosy from the cold outside and the warmth of his chamber, her lips slightly parted in a quickened breath, glistening and plump.

His.

She almost screamed when he grabbed her violently by her hair, drawing her to him, his tongue forced its way deep into her throat with his low groan of relief, he sighed quietly as she immediately grasped his cheeks in her frozen hands, her wonderfully puffy lips teasing him with full, passionate, moist kisses.

He decided that she didn't deserve to be taken like his wife, in their bed, tenderly and slowly, so he pulled away from her and turned her suddenly with her back to him, forcing her to lean over the table, pulling up the thick layers of her gown quickly.

"− you don't deserve for me to make love to you as a wife, do you? − a good wife does not abandon her husband −" He hissed with rage and she whimpered loudly when he slapped her buttock with all his strength, leaving a red mark on it from his hand.

"− answer me −" He said coldly, running his thumb over her heat between her thighs, watching with satisfaction as she leaked with arousal, twitching from his every move.

"− y-yes, I don't deserve it, my husband −" She mumbled with difficulty, giving in, knowing that even if she disagreed with him she couldn't stand up to him now, that he wanted her to be his obedient, sweet lover. He hummed with satisfaction at her words.

"− mmm − does a bad wife deserve to experience fulfilment? −" He asked calmly, his thumb beginning to circle around her pearl, teasing her, changing the pressure, her buttocks bucked more towards him seeking a source of more intense rubbing.

"− n-no − please − I've missed you so much −" She muttered, clenching her fingers on the cold wooden table top to which she pressed her cheek, her lips parted wonderfully in complete helplessness.

He licked his lower lip at her words, furiously slipping his thumb into her without warning, a startled cry broke from her throat as he began to press and rub her bud, hidden inside her between her muscles, he could feel his hand getting all moist from her juices.

"− how much? − were you touching yourself? −" He hissed warningly, and she swallowed loudly, nodding her head with shame.

He pressed his lips together in rage at the thought that she had done this even though he had clearly forbidden her to do so. He slipped his finger out of her and again slapped her buttock with all his strength, she sobbed loudly, closing her eyes.

"− my wife has disappointed me greatly −" He said low, darkly, deeply, undoing the buckle from his robe, reaching down to untie his trousers.

He heard her gasp loudly for air, terrified, as he gripped her hip in his hand and forced her to spread her thighs wider, she squealed when the head of his length began to push against her pulsating entrance.

He rooted into her with one sure thrust, beginning to move inside her immediately with a low, weak groan of pleasure that ripped from his throat, she squeezed him as wonderfully as ever, making him have to clench his eyelids shut, his hands clamped down tightly on her waist as he impaled her on his manhood with a loud slap of flesh against flesh.

"− fucking take it − that's right − ah − that's what you fucking deserve −" He growled as he sped up, pounding into her with aggressive, deep thrusts of his hips, each of his movements accompanied by the loud, sticky sound of her wetness running down her thighs, he slid into her with increasing ease.

"− Aemond −" She mewled as if begging him for mercy, for forgiveness, for fulfilment, and he sighed with relief as if only now realising that he was inside her again, that he would fall asleep beside her again, that she was back. They both started panting loudly, her hips responding eagerly to his every thrust.

"− is this what you wanted? − for your husband to fuck you like a servant, like a common whore? −" He hissed out between his thrusts, feeling her walls clenching against him greedily, she moaned helplessly and nodded her head. He chuckled under his breath, feeling the heat gathering in his lower abdomen, feeling that he was as close to fulfilment as she was.

"− come for your husband − prove to me that you can be a good wife −" He muttered in between his final, sloppy thrusts, hearing her loud, helpless whimper, her body shaken by a wave of pleasure from which her walls began to squeeze against him lustfully, causing him to reach his peak with a sigh of relief, finally feeling his seed fill her insides.

"− yes − fuck, yes −" He panted, moving inside her for a moment longer with the loud click of her moisture, his semen running slowly down her thighs.

He watched their joined bodies with a feeling of wonderful relaxation and fulfilment, placing his hands on the table between her head, leaning slightly just as she tried to catch his breath. He licked his lips, looking down at her beautiful, soft face, all red from exertion.

"I'm afraid this isn't going to be an easy night for you, sweet wife."

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lizaluvsthis · 15 days

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Yes we have... SHORT FICS FOR THE ART'S CONTEXT!

(More yumyum foods)

First art after I vanished!

"Breathe deep..."

Three sunk himself deeper from the bed until...

He woke up to see that he was floating in deep abyss of the water. He wondered how he got here.

He was in a dream. He felt aware about what it felt like... the water flowing his hair upwards, three remained silent. With no urge on what to do or whatsoever...

The water blocking his hearing. No sounds played.

He closed his eyes, tried relaxing his mind and body. Breathing... exhaling... bubbled formed...

"Breathe deep and remember..."

Remember... remember... re... remember what exactly..?

What was he supposed to remember? What was his purpose for doing this so?

Loosening himself off the heavy things...

Taking a bit of a break from everything hard...

"You're okay..."

"You're gonna be okay..."

"You're always okay."

"I am not okay..."

He told himself he was fine, he'd always been fine. Why else wouldn't he be?

What is this gentle and caring emotion that has been giving him? When did he get too comfortable?

Letting all of his negative emotions surpass the blue calming water.

Allowing himself to drift from deep blue..

"If you can't handle your own emotions, just set it all free!"

Keep calm and carry on...

2nd art (repost because why not?

"Close my Eyes"

In reality I forgot to put context so pardon.

Washing Mashine Heart by mitski

Three felt like he wanted to pluck both of his own eyes... wanting to hold the tears... wanting to forget about the things he did...

Fear of everything that he'll lose one day...

Right after what happened...with the castle...

"We're friends!"

...

Its hard to lose him again...

He wondered how did he get too close from him? How he admired the touch of friendship he now has forming with him... he wondered why it even matter to him...

Hence, that he wished from a shooting star. To forget what he had all saw... with everything... so many things... that he didn't want to see again...

Pluck it out.

"Keep those eyes to yourself..."

Blue said. "How are you supposed to see what life gives when everything you've been seeing with your own eyes, meant so much to you...?"

He never spoke, still remained silent. Three closed both of his eyes in a warry night of cold and black.

Smg4 placed both hands in Three's eyes.

"Now open your eyes... what do you see...?"

SMG3 opened his eyes, pitch black is seen around his view. No gap of light from Four's bare hands were shown, just him, and the sight of nothingness...

"Black, I see pitch black..." Three responds, trying to ignore how both of Four's hands are carefully covering his eyes. But he could feel that his hand was cold, a little rough coming from his scars that recovered during the incident.

"Now try to imagine... in a world filled with life. How would you describe your own?"

...

At this point, the man in purple started to cry. He couldn't handle it. The burden pain that had been ripping his heart, felt like he wanted to tear his skin.

Tried holding his tears, holding it all, keeping everything together.

Bottling it all up...

It wasn't enough...

He wasn't... enough...

For someone... in particular...

He was weak, he made himself weak.

He held both of Four's wrist, the scars from his hands. Now same with his partner's.

He felt like he would melt in any second, not just because of what he'd realize behind what he had been shown.

It was all because of Four as well.

He felt like his insides were stabbing itself, not daring to say a word of another. But wanting to... yet he can't...

Everything felt worthless...

He tried to muster up a word... say something.... anything at all...

It was crushing him deep inside, he just couldn't do it...

Something getting stuck from his throat, strangling his neck even tho nothing physical .

But why couldn't he...?

"Empty... am I right?"

He wasn't wrong. His whole world was nothing, he was nothing, everything from his life used to be filled with chaos and hate. It was black. Well- used to be...

Now everything... at his current... now had filled him with life, the meaning, the shine that brightens up from the gaps beyond the trees whenever he goes out of his cafe.

Taking himself for a walk and happens to see nature.. so peacefully here... so calm... so...

Quiet..

He wonders how Four could even do it... how he could explain everything about it than just using words. How this felt so simple for him to do.

Now there was Four. From his point of view, he saw his ex rival casually hanging around with his close friend Mario while him...

Standing behind the tall trees, sharing a peek with his red eyes. To witness an eye catching wonder of smg4 laughing, a sweet and adoring laugh.

Made the full view of orange turning to blue, his color.

It was beautiful... it made him feel things that mostly have been felt whenever he saw him happy.

He wish that he had that too...

Why... not... me...?

#lizaluv #smg4 #smg34 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #my art #two arts were both my vent arts.

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songfell-ut · 24 days

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Songfell anniversary post, pt 2

Choo choooo here comes the second train of Songfell images I collected via posts and reblogs from this specific Tumblr, which means there's lots of video art not included. Kudos to @nuvex for the cutest cake-eater yes she is <3

(Part 1, Part 3)

Nuvie's other Frisk is frigging fantastic. I took embarrassingly long to notice the Delta Rune designs on the cover. I was focusing on her...lots of things, but I'm allowed to say "boobs" on my own blog. Anyway, picking back up chronologically:

This is Frisk's hobby: cleaning up blood and sending people to jail at two in the frickin' morning. I believe these were the first pieces we got from @marihem :3

@venelona takes us through storytime, where it is established that Kris was a little boy who is vanished the end

*humming "Memory" from Cats*

Studying things that need to be studied

Everyone went on about Dr. Serif being Snape, but I actually gave Catler1 a reference of Soren from Fire Emblem.

I think I've reposted this one like 15 times. Just look at all the details @sharkowskii put on the table ;_;

Someone doesn't like listening to humans apologizing for Frisk about how much they suck and making Frisk not be there where he can see her >:( @smolspoopy captured it quite effectively.

Speaking of capture: here Vene shows us one of Sans' biggest regrets in trying to ditch Frisk

...Speaking of regrets in trying to ditch Frisk

This has become one of my favorite reaction images. Thank u Mari

Not from the same point in the story, but @feelisia got the same feeling here

Now we are less >:o and a lot more DDDDD:

Yadda yadda assassin, and it turns out she cute :|

The wild, sexy shenanigans they get up to when it's just the two of them :3 Studying all night long~ (Thanks, @moonrosebunnie!)

Some of my favorite shenanigans: tiny lady getting in a giant monster's face because he's being a dick 🤬 Frisk is not into that kind of dick, thank you, sir (and Sharky)

And last in this batch, from @mambourin, is Frisk being courted by a dude with......no I refuse to make a "wingman" pun, partly because I'm pissed I didn't think of it earlier. Gotta remember that one.

#songfell #songfell anniversary post #still crediting people who aren't on the site or that blog anymore

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simp-4-sasuke · 8 months

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anon asked :

Can you write how'd ltachi react to yn being friendly and close to Sasuke?!? Or any of guy bestie?!?

-> omg first ever request yayyyy ! Tysm for requesting ♡ I chose to write it with Sasuke and hopefully I did that well ^^ I'm not new to writing but I am with making headcanons so this might look all over the place sorry ˙◠˙

# itachi×f!reader

#fluff, slight angst

# no tw here, slight jealousy that stems from insecurity on Itachi's side.

▪︎Itachi was well known for being a strong man that stood straight in his shoes, despite all the obstacles life had thrown at him.

▪︎And he had little to envy to his teammates or the other masculine figures around him.

▪︎But knowing that wasn't going to be enough anymore, it seems...

▪︎When Itachi met you for the first time, he just knew you were the one. He'd never forget the way your Chakra tingled his skin when you walked up to him with a smile.

▪︎And just like the universe had planned it, you two got together.

▪︎fuck how cliché that sounded, Itachi couldn't find any other way to describe it : it felt like his life only really started once you came into it.

▪︎Of course, he just had to have you meet his little brother, although a bit expectantly. Sasuke was one of the most (if not the most, let's be honest here) important persons to him, and the possibility of him disapproving your relationship had cold sweat sticking on his forehead.

▪︎that wasn't fortunately the case. At all, actually. Since you and sasuke ended up growing closer to each other in the span of a month.

▪︎Itachi was relieved, of course, but also surprised : he didn't know his brother to be so... outgoing.

▪︎he guessed it was for the best. There was no one he trusted more than the two of you, and never did the thought of you betraying him even cross his mind.

▪︎Itachi knew you'd never do that to him, neither would his brother, but...

▪︎apprehension left its place to surprise, then to relief and finally to something he wished he'd never feel towards sasuke : jealousy.

▪︎Itachi would drown in shame for thinking like this, never saying a word about it to you because, in all honesty, it was stupid.

▪︎but although he was aware of how unrational his jealousy was, he couldn't help it.

▪︎you'd tell him about what sasuke and you talked about today, and he'd listen with a gentle smile on his lips, though his eyes were like black coal, hiding the envy pinching at his heart. He wanted to have you talk about his fights with awe, too, have you brag about how amazing of a ninja he was...

▪︎you'd somehow notice and take advantage of a warm bath together to brush your fingers through his hair, combing it as you kissed the rough skin of his shoulder, slowly making your way to his ear.

▪︎Itachi simply stopped breathing, body stilling in fear that even a shiver from his side would make this unexpected blessing vanish into thin air.

▪︎his heart is pounding, pounding like it never did before, and itachi feels an uneasiness constric his throat as the realization that he has a heart, pumping, loving, aching, made him somehow emotional.

▪︎he listens with closed eyes the words you whisper to him.

▪︎"I love you, all of you," you mutter and he's glad you can't see his face as you press your lips against a pinkish line on his back. "Every scar, every flaw, everything, Itachi. I love you."

▪︎he exhales a shaky breath and his tense muscles relax, inching his head back until it rests on your shoulder. And he smiles, his ears catching the regular beating of your heart.

#♡#itachi oneshot #itachi headcanons #itachi angst #itachi x reader #itachi uchiha #itachi x you #itachi uchiha x y/n #itachi uchiha x you #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi uchiha imagine #itachi uchiha fluff #itachi uchiha angst

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greymoonfeelings · 10 months

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Burning Desire

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Fem! Reader

Summary: Being separated from bradley while he’s on detachment is hard but the reunions are always eventful.

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Daddy kink, d/s dynamics, fingering and unprotected PinV sex

Repost because tags weren’t working

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“I missed you so much.” You mumble for the hundredth time as you press kisses to the back of Bradley’s free hand. His other hand grips the steering wheel as he drives the two of you back to your shared home. Bradley had been back on land for all of ten seconds before you were attaching yourself to his arm and refusing to let go.

“I missed you more, princess.”

“Not possible.”

“Oh yeah?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but the grin is knocked off his face when you lead his hand underneath your sundress.

It’s evident from the first graze of his fingers against the fabric of your panties that you’re soaked. The feeling of that alone has his blood rushing south. After so many weeks with only his hand and a picture of you to get off to, having the real thing right beside him drives him crazy.

“Fuck,” he rasps, “take ‘em off for me, baby.”

When you’ve settled with your thighs spread and bare cunt on display, his fingers travel toward your clit. He plays with the sensitive bundle of nerves as you coast down the San Diego roads, but it’s not enough to satisfy you.

“I need more!”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Please, Daddy?” Bradley sneaks a glance at you, watching as you bat your lashes to convince him. He could never deny his favorite girl.

The car rolls up to a red light just as Bradley finally sinks a finger into you. Your pussy clenches at the intrusion causing him to tut. “You’re squeezing around just one finger, baby. Your pussy already forgot me that quickly?”

All you can do is moan as his thick finger pumps in and out of you. Your head lolls to the side, falling against the car window. Your panting breaths fog up the glass.

“Bet you spent so many nights trying to remember how I felt, huh? But your fingers couldn’t compare to the way I stretch you open.”

“Never,” You confirm. Bradley rewards you with another digit. Your shameless moans fill the car, overpowering the music playing on the radio.

“That’s what I thought. Only I could ever make you feel so fucking good, right?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cry as he picks up the pace and begins to scissors his fingers, stretching you open to accommodate his cock later on. The prod of his thick fingers has your back arching off the leather seat. Bradley struggles to keep his eyes on the road, wishing he could watch you fall apart.

As Bradley continues to finger you, his thumb finds your clit. His calloused pad rubs tight circles and the extra stimulation is just what you need. You come undone with a loud cry, gripping the handle on the ceiling of the car as if your life depends on it. Bradley continues to work your clit as your orgasm washes over you but pulls away as soon as you stop thrashing, not wanting to over-stimulate you.

“Does that feel better, baby?”

You shake your head. “I still need you.” The ache of missing him has long since been replaced by a carnal need to be connected with him, consumed by him

“I’m all yours the second we get home.”

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Bradley makes good on his promise, barely taking the keys out of the ignition before he pulls you out of the passenger’s seat. Once the front door is open, he hoists you up. His arms hook under your bum and your legs wrap around his waist. Your lips move against his in a frenzy of passion all the way to the bedroom. He only pulls away so he can toss you onto the bed. He completely undresses you before gently pushing you back to lie against the mattress.

His hands are rough against your bare skin but his touch is gentle. They leave tingles in their wake as they skim down your sides. He always takes time to admire your bare body after being away for a long time, committing your curves to memory as if one day you’ll vanish from his sight forever.

You grow timid under Bradley’s heated gaze and attempt to cover your body with your arms. He shakes his head and gently takes your hands into his. “Let me get a good look at you, pretty baby.”

His hand trails up your abdomen before cupping one of your breasts. He massages the soft flesh then leans down to attach his lips to your nipple. You cry out at the sensation of his hot tongue running over the raised bud. He sucks intently, marking up your breast as your hands through his sun-bleached curls. The coarse hair of his mustache rubs against the delicate skin.

Bradley’s grip on your waist tightens as he shoves his face deeper into your chest, giving your breasts all the attention. You love how he goes after them in an animalistic way, but right now you desperately need him to focus on the throbbing between your legs.

Getting impatient, you begin to grind against his chest, but it’s hard to move with his large body caging you against the bed. “Need you. Please.” You whine pathetically.

He pulls away from your tit and looks up at you. “Need me to what? C’mon, use your words.”

“Need you to fuck me, Daddy. I want to feel you inside me, deep and hard and hitting all the right spots. I need you to fill me up with your cum till it’s spilling out of me.”

Bradley moans, “Who knew my pretty girl had such a dirty mind?”

You pull back from him, a bit embarrassed, but he moves your face to look at him again. You peer up at him, your kind eyes filled with desire. Your loving gaze always makes Bradley feel warm and fuzzy like a fresh chocolate chip cookie. If there’s one thing he knows for sure, it’s that he would do anything to make you happy.

He quickly gets out of his clothes, freeing himself for you. His cock’s aching, but he doesn’t pay attention to it, only to you who lays there waiting for him.

“Being so patient, baby. So good.” He praises as his hand trails down your naked body and he comes to hover over you.

“Good, Daddy?”

“Yes, my good girl,” Bradley reassures before kissing you on the lips. “Ready?”

“Yes, please.”

Bradley slowly pushes the tip of his cock into you. Neither of you can help the loud moans you let out as the sexual frustration you’ve been dealing with while apart just melts away. “Taking me so well.” He groans as he feels your walls clenching around him.

When he’s fully seated in you, he stills, chin lying on your shoulder, giving you time to adjust to his size. You hook your legs above his bum and wrap your arms around his neck, forcing your bodies as close together as possible. Nothing quite matches the feeling of Bradley’s warm body pressed against yours. It brings a type of comfort that’s rarely found elsewhere.

“Are you okay?” Bradley’s face emerges from your neck to meet your gaze. It's becoming increasingly harder for him to stay still when you feel like heaven wrapped around his cock, but his number one priority is making sure you are comfortable, always.

“Yes.” You squirm under his body, trying to get him to move.

Bradley takes the hint. He begins to pull out before steadily pushing back in. He fucks you nice and slow making sure you can feel every inch of him. He maintains eye contact as he makes love to you. Words of praise fall from his lips like honey. His gaze is so soft you feel as if you might melt on the spot. It's a look of sheer love that you never knew before Bradley. Love blooms in your chest like spring flowers and tears well up in your eyes.

He knows your body like a second language. Each poignant thrust of his hips punches all the air out of your lungs. You struggle to ground yourself as your brain becomes increasingly fuzzy with pleasure. Unintelligible sounds fall from your lips.

it feels like your body has been set alight, you’re crawling in your skin begging to climb inside him instead. It’s overwhelming and difficult to communicate but Bradley knows exactly what you’re feeling. He knows how vulnerable you can get and it warms his heart that you trust him enough to let yourself unravel around him.

“I know you’re needy, princess. It’s been a long time since you were filled. It’s okay, Daddy’s home now. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You moan into his ear as he pushes you closer to the edge and your fiancé swears it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard.

“I’m gonna fill my pretty girl up. Make sure you’re nice and full of my cum just like you wanted because my baby gets everything she wants.”

The head of Bradley’s cock continues to abuse that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. Your whole body tenses up and you cry out as you’re pushed over the edge.

The satisfied cries falling from your open mouth combined with the feeling of your pussy fluttering around his cock have a dizzying effect on Bradley. His thrusts become frenzied until he’s filling you with his hot cum just as he promised.

“Fuck, I love you so much, honey.” He croaks as he struggles to return his breathing to normal.

After a few moments, Bradley gently pulls out of you and leaves. The feeling of emptiness slowly creeps back in while he’s gone. The extra warmth that his body provides is sorely missed as the air conditioner blows on your naked body.

You're not left on your own for too long though. Bradley is back, scooping you up bridal style and bringing you to the main bathroom where he’s prepared a bath. He helps you into the water first and climbs in behind you.

“I’m so glad you’re back home.”

“Me too.”

#heather writes #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw

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sunboki · 1 year

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always, i’ll care. — c. bahng

Christopher Bahng x gn. reader

◌ word count — 0.575k

◌ warnings — depressive themes, sadness

in your world with chris, time has become nothing of concern. not this moment and not the next, because regardless, if you’re beside each other or across the world you know you’re always thinking of eachother. meaning no worry of rushing things, no worry of wasting time.

except on certain occasions, time becomes of the essence, and responsibility knocks a little more on your door aggressive than usual.

today however, there’s become a stir in the air. a twinge or sadness where you kind of just vanished off the face of the earth. it was nice that way, to ignore everything. and as much as you adored chris, you wanted nothing else than to stay in bed and sleep away the disgusting feeling pitting in your stomach.

your boyfriend hadn’t said a word. he knows you, knows your ins and outs and all of the inbetween. knows how you were currently sleeping at your moms house because it made you feel safe sleeping in your childhood room. in fact, he hadn’t said a word for a long time, aware that this was your recovery and his interference would do nothing but keep you bed-ridden for longer.

and today however, chris decided to step in. four days without your appearance was enough, and sparsely hearing small “i love you”s over voice message wasn’t cutting it.

“hi my love..” a gentle whisper when he enters the room, carefully stepping over clothes and canisters all in disarray across every surface that hid any sliver of the floor beneath.

there’s a not-so-graceful groan heard from where your muddled pile of day old attire and blankets lay curled up, calling out to him despite your throat being beyond exhausted.

you’re grateful. when things become too hard to manage and you run away, chris doesn’t judge you or call you lazy. he knows that’s how you cope, how you deal with the feelings that don’t make sense right now. you’re grateful he’s there.

“are we thriving up in here pretty?” he lightly smiles, not needing a reply while crawling up onto the messy bed and hugging you warm in his arms.

you want to cry.

and you do. you cry hard and ugly, until your stomach hurts and you feel like vomiting. chris wipes the crocodile tears, of course he does, like he’s always done — reminding you of how well you’re taking this, and how if you want to, you can make your favorite blueberry pancakes in the kitchen with him. to his surprise you accept, and he kindly helps you to your feet, limbs tingling and numb.

you’re sniffling still, hand encased in his larger one while you stand on his feet to avoid the cold tile. he does the work for you, and your grateful again. burying his head into your neck, he mumbles the sweetest sounds that send you close to tears for a second time.

“i’m so proud of you love, don’t forget that. i’m gonna always be here when you feel sad, and then we can make these pancakes together.”

it’s easy to relax into him, wondering how you’d gotten so lucky to be alive beside chris, beside your soulmate — especially when he takes the time to feed you delicious dishes and help you brush your matted hair.

this is your first step back to a normal way of life after the fallout, and you wouldn’t want anyone else to be accompanying you through the process.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 7 months

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Vampire 🦇✨

Summary: Hawkins is slowly returning back to normal after the defeat of Vecna and the destruction of The Upside Down.

Then an unexplained death happens, people go missing and Eddie returns, miracously alive.

With a taste for blood... He's still the same Eddie you've fallen in love with but he's now a creature of the night.

A vampire.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, character death, smut, 18+, minors dni, soulmate Au, blood sharing.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

🦇♥️

Halloween was fast approaching in Hawkins, preparations were in full swing this year.

After the earthquake that hit in March, due to Vecna/The Upside Down defeat and months of clean up and rebuilding, Hawkins finally was getting back to some semblance of normality.

Or as normal as this town could get anyway.

You should have known that it was never going to last...

🦇🎃

The first inkling that anything was afoot was when Justin didn't show up at Family Video, usually he came in once a week to see how you, Robin and Steve were getting along.

It didn't immediately make you suspicious if you're being honest you were kind of relieved because for a couple of weeks, Justin had been insisting you go on a date with him.

When he didn't show up the next week it was a little more worrying. Normally if he couldn't make it then he would phone in. No one had heard a peep from him.

It was strange but Steve had went into total denial mode that anything was wrong, you couldn't blame him for that.

Everyone had been through enough shit to last a lifetime the last few years.

Nancy suggested you do some digging with her to ease your mind, you didn't have to look far.

Justin lived on the other side of town, you and Nancy went to his apartment.

The smell alerted you before anything else did, the faint metallic hint in the air that gave away all the blood inside of his home.

After calling Jim at a payphone and explaining the situation, within hours it was quickly confirmed that Justin was dead.

The way he died was the strangest thing. After dealing with monsters from The Upside Down, Vecna's murders this was equally as horrifying.

Justin died from blood loss, he was drained of every drop of blood. Authorities ( the mayor) blamed it on an animal attack but you, Hopper and Nancy all thought different.

The disappearances began right after that. Different people, mostly woman were vanishing off the street, it wasn't a huge amount but it was enough for everyone to take notice.

"Are we thinking this is the work of a serial killer?" Nancy asks as you both finish working on the newspaper for the next day, having secured jobs at Hawkins post.

"It looks like it. But who? I except for mostly woman this killer has no target age, he or she is targeting from a wide range of age, backgrounds, jobs. There's no pattern just that he or she strikes at night"

"Since Justin there's been no body found so that's a good thing or he or she is disposing of them in other ways" Nancy suggests and you shudder.

"We don't know who this person is, their motive or a thing. It's like this person is a ghost or some boogeyman" You shiver.

Notices from the police went up around town. Flyers with rules for people to never walk home alone, travel in groups of three or four.

If anything suspicious was observed then they were to phone the police.

Steve had taken to driving you, Nancy and a Robin home from work which was sweet,

Something else that you hadn't told anyone was that you were beginning to see Eddie everywhere, your dreams filled with him.

You didn't want to say anything incase it upset Dustin was missing Eddie like crazy since he died.

Truthfully, you did too. You and Eddie had been growing close before he died and you were devastated by his death.

When you went with Steve and Hopper to retrieve his body after the earthquake, it was gone. Swallowed up by the earthquake itself you presumed and the thought made you angry.

He had died a hero for this shitty town that hadn't deserved Eddie dying for them, when most of the residents thought he was a freak and a murderer.

For the last few months before his death you had really fallen for Eddie, you missed him so much and you knew it was impossible but it's like you could still feel him sometimes.

It was wishful thinking but shit... You wished it was true.

🦇🎃

The bat had been outside your window for two nights. Normally, you wouldn't be bothered about this but after the Demobats, actual bats creeped you out.

It unnerved you just looking at the thing, why was it hanging on the tree outside your house and not in a cave with other bats?

Your dreams for the following nights were full of dark eyes watching you sleep, the feeling of a prescence just beyond your reach.

It woke you up from your sleep, scalp prickling with fear.

That fucking bat was still outside your window when you checked, hanging upside down on the tree, it's black eyes wide open and staring.

Yup, there was no way you were sleeping tonight.

🎃🦇

Three things happened all at once, the Missing woman began to come back one by one with blood loss and memory lapses.

Hawkins hospital was broken into and it's blood bags were gone.

Eddie's uncle Wayne phoned Hopper in the night, almost hysterical and saying Eddie was alive.

All the gang had rushed over shocked. It had been almost two months, where had Eddie been?

Dustin immediately threw himself in Eddie's arms, hugging him.

"Dude, how did you survive. You were dead, you died!" Eddie is quiet and ruffles Dustin's hair. He looks so tired, he's in slacks and a Metallica shirt, hair up in a bun.

"When I woke up, I don't know how I woke up because I should have been dead. I spent a while down... down there. Crawled my way out and... It's all a blur after that. I don't remember anything"

Steve pats him on the back, he looks relieved that Eddie is okay but pissed off at the same time.

"Dude, what did I say? Don't be a hero" Eddie shrugs there's a sheepish grin on his face.

"Nice to see you too Steve" he jokes and you hurry to hug him too. Tears roll down your cheeks and his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, letting out a tiny moan.

Then he stiffens, he practically throws you off him and there's gasps all around when you look at his face...

His pupils are black, red veins pulse under his eyes and you step back stunned.

"Keep her away from me" he begs to Steve who nods trying to placate Eddie and moves you behind him.

Your heart is racing, fear pulses through his veins and his rejection fucking hurts.

"Eddie what the hell happened to you?" Nancy asks and Max frowns moving a step closer as she scrutinises Eddie.

"You look dead Munson" Eddie snorts and collapses back on his bed.

"It's... She smells so good. Her blood, you have to keep her away" he groans and everyone freezes.

"Okay, he's a vampire right?" Steve announces and Robin and Nancy look at him like he's crazy.

"Vampires, don't exist Steve. This must be a side effect of the bats venom or something" Nancy argues but she falls silent for a second and turns pale.

"Did you kill Justin? All those missing girls that came back with their memories altered?" Eddie looks up, there's tears in his eyes and he's shaking.

"There was so much blood. When I crawled out from The Upside Down, I was half starved and I can't remember much after that, when I did start piecing together what I done... I broke into the blood bank so I wouldn't hurt anyone else"

Shit...

"And those girls" Nancy asks and Eddie swallows.

"I couldn't hurt them, not like I hurt Justin. I told them to forget what happened and go away' he turns to Steve, I'm a monster man, I didnt want this. I was meant to go as a hero... Not come back like this"

Dustin moves towards him, as does Lucas and Mike.

"It's okay, we will fix this. We'll help you"

You nod along and agree with them not knowing how to help Eddie yet but you would try your damn hardest.

♥️

Two weeks have passed and Eddie is doing better, he's getting through less blood bags a day and he's more himself, the same over dramatic, sarcastic yet sweet guy that you were beginning to fall for before... well before shit hit the fan.

Hopper has cleared any charges against Eddie for the murders that Vecna committed yet everyone thought he did.

Despite everything that happened it was like some people still had their head in the sand regarding the events in Hawkins.

Despite what he is now, Eddie is still Eddie and you are still drawn to him and have this strange new ability where you can sense him before he appears.

It's like you're body is hyper aware of him, more so than ever.

Like now, with everyone at your house for movie night, you can feel Eddie's eyes on you and smile at him.

When everyone leaves you begin to tidy up or at least you think everyone has left as you sense Eddie before you even turn around.

He's waiting for you at the door and you beam at him.

"Hi" he nods and looks like he's ready to bolt but you gently take his hand.

"Wait, please. I miss you Eddie" he turns to you and he looks torn gently reaching out to caress your cheek.

"I miss you too" You move closer and he closes his eyes. When he opens them his eyes have a faint hint of red.

"I don't want to hurt you princess"

Princess... God, you've missed that nickname. Ever so gently you take his hand.

"I'm not scared of you Eddie, I know you would never ever hurt me" he stares at you for a second the red in his eyes slowly begins to vanish.

"I want you so badly sweetheart. I was falling for you before this happened and now everything is so fucking heightened. All I can think about is kissing you"

Arousal pools in your body.

"Kiss me. You know how much I want you too Eddie, I have for a long time and you being a vampire doesn't change that"

He kisses you. It's passionate and demanding and he hitches you up in his arms and carries you up to your bedroom.

You're lost in pleasure, sinful moans from you and Eddie fill the room.

"You're so beautiful" he grunts as you straddle him. Every thrust sends him deeper inside of you and he's moaning your name, hands digging into your backside, his lips and teeth pleasuring your breasts.

"I love you princess. So fucking much" You feel a wave of euphoria as he says this and gently cup his cheeks with your hand.

"I love you too Eddie" his eyes begin to turn the faintest hint of red but as you stroke his cheek it fades as quickly as it came.

"It's okay, I trust you" You use your nail to make a cut just above your breasts. He gazes at you with lust filled eyes and you move faster and faster as he latches onto your chest lapping at the blood.

Then he kisses up to your jaw, then your neck and bites down gently on it.

He pulls away and creates a cut on his wrist, moving your head down so you can taste his blood.

The orgasm hits you both at the same time, it's mindblowing. Eddie moves back to your neck as the pleasure takes over and you almost black out from how good it feels.

You're shaking from the intensity of the orgasm and Eddie helps you lie down.

"Eddie that was incredible" he wipes the tears away from your face and smiles.

"I know princess. It was mind-blowing. Fuck, I can't stay away from you. There's this pull I feel towards you and I know you feel it for me too"

Yes you do. You nod and his fingers entwine with yours.

"I love you sweetheart, we can make this work. I know it"

You know it will work, it's just something you know deep in your bones. It's not like you can explain it, it's just true.

"I love you Eddie and I know we will"

♥️🦇🍁

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie angst #eddie munson angst #vampire eddie x reader #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

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amorchai · 9 months

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ice cream date with robin.

pairings: robin buckley x female!reader

word count: 695

“i’ll pick you up at eight,” steve starts once his car comes to a stop, the car park by the beach on a nice summer hawkin’s evening. when robin had asked you out, you didn’t expect steve harrington to be the chaperone. but here you were.

robin scoffs, glancing at you before replying, “nine.” steve turns in his driver’s seat, either of you in the back seat and a firm glare set on his best friend, “eight thiry.” “done deal,” replies robin, nudging your shoulder before opening the door to get out.

robin had planned the whole date for you, after months of finding the perfect time to go out, you were excited it was finally the night. you had known her in high school, a ‘hi’ here and there, some ‘harmless’ compliments as you both were unaware of the crush either of you had.

once you had entered family video, searching for a late-night comedy, robin was the shyest her best friend had ever seen, and steve had to step in and help out. it was an odd friend group you wrapped yourself in, robin from school, playboy steve harrington and his ex-girlfriend nancy, along with her now-boyfriend jonathan, metalhead eddie munson and a group of teenagers. but you quickly fit in.

your love for movies is where you and robin most connected, the final ones at movie night while robin tried to hide her feelings – not knowing you reciprocated them just as strongly and once you had confessed, each of you had been planning a date ever since.

with robin’s work, and your college, it was hard.

her hand brushes yours and you think maybe when the sun vanishes and there’s less people, you could hold it. but for now, the brushes sent electricity across your body. “first stop,” robin starts, looking up to a small ice cream shop, filled with little to no people.

“you know me too well,” you state as you both step in the room, tiled floors and ice cream posters all over the walls, a very-unhappy teen employee behind the counter. “hi there,” robin starts, receiving nothing but a bored glare in return.

“i will have a cookies and cream cone, extra sprinkles and chocolate sauce,” you can almost see the disgust in return, but an ice cream so sweet was fitting for robin and her rambling, kind personality. “and she will have…” robin trails off, turning to you in which you sheepishly look to the flavours behind the clear box.

“mint choc chip, please,” you finish for her, a ‘hmph’ while they begin the order. “that’s only but the most basic flavour,” robin starts, and your jaw drops in offense, looking to the pretty girl with wide eyes.

you scoff teasingly before replying, “no it’s not! vanilla is.” robin shakes her head, eyes gleaming and smirk on her face, “you know no one actually orders vanilla, everyone order mint. i thought you were better than that, i may have to rethink my choices here.”

you nudge her playfully, “everyone gets it because it’s that good.”

she hands over the money, insisting she pays and takes the cones from the raging teen before handing you yours, and you practically skip out the shop with robin, ice creams in hand. “when i worked at scoops, even though i hated the job and worked with a complete idiot, i was never that grumpy.”

you laugh at her, as if robin had the ability of such an emotion. “i could never see you being grumpy, robin,” you try as you both walk along the beach, the sun is setting across the water, hawkin’s a beautiful orange hue and you glance around you before reaching your hand out for robin’s.

she’s too busy eating her cookies and cream ice cream that she was not aware, and jumps when your hand slips into hers, fingers intertwining perfectly as if each of your hands were made for the other and robin freezes, butterflies from the tips of her connected fingers all the way to her rapidly beating heart.

robin was in deep, and she was going to make sure you knew that by tonight.

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LET ME SHOW YOU — AKI, KISHIBE X FEM!READER

— CW : devil!reader, poly relationship, smoking, nipple play, oral (f receiving), face-fucking, slight age gap, praise kink, master kink (?), pet names, cowgirl, little surprise at the end

— WORD COUNT : 3.2k┊AO3 LINK

NOTE : posting this as an early birthday gift from me to me so this is pretty self-indulgent *sighs* P.S : this is clearly a repost since I deleted the og post by accident <;/3 Enjoy!

Oh, how exciting it is to have both your partners at home for dinner.

Except they’re playing poker to decide which one of them gets to call dibs on you.

Your eyes linger on one of the shirts on the carpet, right where Aki threw his not so long ago. Now bare chested, his dark happy trail half hidden by the jeans he’s still miraculously wearing. The Devil Hunter is combative and none of his friends stand a chance whenever he decides to give his all. Even Makima admires his strong heart and resolution. However, his passion never matches his actions.

Despite his unyielding will and best efforts, your boyfriend is really unlucky. Especially when his competitor is your other partner.

Chin pressed on top of your shoulder, Aki looks at you and curses under his breath, "Fuck. It seems I won’t get to taste you first.

Again."

It's so rare to see him pout, and even more so to glance over at your other other half and see him smirk.

Heart aching for Aki, you press a kiss on his forehead and smile. "I’m fine with that, my love. Remember: he who is last shall be first." Right after you say that long, practised fingers caress your bare thighs. Digits that have explored each and every part of you infinite nights and days.

The coolness of the ring on his middle finger, so thin no one knows it's there but you, manages to elicit soft moans every single time the old man touches you — his dirty blonde hair frames the face of a Hunter who’s seen everything and fought against unimaginable threats.

The round table between your men is crowded, and its legs fades in the background as your eyes land on both their fingertips on you. Suddenly the air is burning your body, or maybe it’s just Kishibe’s raspy voice laced with smoke that's scratching the inside of your lungs, playing tricks on you. He’d laid out his cards on the table a while ago, his index and middle finger now holding a cigarette close to his lips.

Sitting on the floor, you had shivered a few times because of its chilliness, but nothing of it remains and vanishes from under you, replaced by white jabs of arousal hitting your lower stomach when a puff of fume surrounds you three. Kishibe exhales thoroughly, piercing gaze cutting through the tobacco cloud to stare at you and Aki. You notice he’s smoking less than usual tonight,less frequently at leatst, and so does the young Devil Hunter.

Odd.

“I call dibs, darling. You’re my lucky charm. I can’t help but win every time, you know that. Hey, youngling. Want me to teach you a lesson on how to make the girl’s body sing? It might bring you better luck next time.”

Startled, your head falls back on its own when he kneads the expanse of skin next to your crotch, but you still manage to bare your teeth at him. You're not a big fan of teasing and Kishibe knows that, yet he turns into a different man whenever his hands are on you.

Biting the tender flesh of his lips, Aki glances at you both. Impatience and a bit of arousal is written all over his face as he kisses your neck ever so lightly, eyes still on the older Devil Hunter. He’s not buying it.

“Pff, as if I’ve never made her cum.” “And? You see,” Kishibe leans closer to put out the cigarette in the ashtray, then rests his other hand on you. More specifically, one on your thigh and the other buried in your hair. He's so close you can almost see your eyes reflected in his. “Making her come won’t suffice. You have to seduce her, cherish her. Worship her every inch, in and out.”

You frown at the man through lidded eyes and scoff, but he suddenly tilts your head towards him by the chin, not in the mood to be played with. Before you can protest, his fingers dig into your thigh to get your attention and when he does, his lips clash against yours.

Clever man. Kisses are one of your biggest weaknesses.

“The more you satisfy her, the more is her reward for you. Isn’t that right?” It's a rhetorical question so you just sigh in the kiss, allowing your body to relax against Aki while his eye-line drowns in your heaving chest and Kishibe’s little smirk. It’s subtle but it’s there, ghosting his lips.

The hitched scar on the man's left cheek brushes your right one when he dips his head down, right where your nipples stand proud against the sweater you’re wearing. The fabric is flimsy, and when his teeth graze them, a shameless moan escapes you. It's as if nothing stands between his excitement and your despair.

“Kishibe.”

Aki scoffs and adjusts his position next to you. He takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one of them out of habit. He'll need to keep his mouth occupied before Hell’s gate opens. And it does right at that moment, as Kishibe places a kiss on your clothed tit before breaking away. But he does so with a little bite and the look you shoot at him is ruinous, deadly.

The strongest Devil Hunter alive never allows others to order him around. But when it comes to you, he’s putty in your hands. That doesn’t mean he’ll go down on his knees without a fight.

He’s as stoic as ever when he replies, eyes glued to yours. Two words, and fire starts to corrode your veins.

“Game’s over.”

Whoosh.

In a blink of an eye, the coffee table spills out whatever is on there right on the parquet, Aki’s free hand wiping away every thing on it with a single, smooth motion. And without further ado, Kishibe steps back to lay on it.

He never stops staring at your engrossed form, not even when you follow his lead and rise to your feet. You feel so light-headed that you almost crash against the floor if it wasn’t for Aki catching you by the arm. Giving him a small kiss on the cheek as a thank you, you turn again to join the older Hunter.

“Watch, Aki. Learn,” instructs Kishibe while taking your hand in his, groaning internally when the warmth of your thighs imprints itself on his as you straddle him. The hip flask he always carries with him brushes against you as he continues. “A lesson is about to be taught. Come closer.”

Was it an order for you both? When you look down to see what he's talking about, his orbs are roaming your body. You are far too clothed for his liking.

A gentle tap on your ass cheek, and you immediately oblige. Aki watches like a hawk as you grab the hems of your sweater, the one you stole from him last week, and get rid of it in a split second. And the sight of your naked self goes straight to both men’s cocks.

You had nothing underneath. No bra or panties whatsoever. Why bother?

So it goes without saying that the view of your bare tits slightly bouncing with your every movement is more than welcomed. And the spectacle of your glistening pussy drenching Kishibe’s crotch has the Hunters' self-control hanging by a thread.

The moment Aki is able to focus again, he notices Kishibe’s rough hands covering your breast. But the moment is brief, for the blonde-haired Hunter tilts his head towards him and suggests, “Want to take my place?”

Aki gulps and you glance at him, eyes beaming with anticipation to see if he is going to accept the other's offer. Usually he likes to think with his own head, but not today.

To your surprise he nods, and the boy's spidery digits come into the frame. The other hand is still holding the cigarette, and another puff of chocolate-laced smoke crashes against your face as he replies with a soft, "It'd be my pleasure."

Both being people of few words, your partners prefer to show their feelings through actions and today, the first to shower you in affection is the experienced, attentive, God-sent Devil Hunter.

Aware of your train of thoughts, Kishibe rests both his hands on your ass cheeks, then tuts at you. “Pussy in my face. Now.”

You are going to be quite sore for days to come because Kishibe loves to eat pussy, and he’s a fucking champ in that department. He’s so good at it because he never stops until your pussy goes numb on his tongue.

Your fingers dance on his chest as you climb up on him, eventually raising yourself until your pussy is an inch away from his mouth. The heat alone almost brings Kishibe to grunt, fog clouding his mind and cock straining against his pants, but he pushes aside his needs.

Rather, he watches as your legs on either side of his face quiver and a fresh bead of slick rolls down them. Without missing a beat, he snakes out his tongue and licks your inner thigh, humming in unison with Aki.

Gentle, devastating Aki content with how desperate you are starting to look, especially when his thumb start to play with your nipples. Eyes wide in need, you lurch forward to snap at him but Kishibe’s grip on you grows tighter.

“Focus on me, darling.” he helps you descend on his open mouth, pushing you by the crack between your ass cheeks and thighs, this time moaning out loud under you as the fruity taste of your juices hit his tongue again.

You mewl, vibrations echoing in your needy walls as your hands find harbour in his hair and on Aki’s hips. His soft chuckles, mingled with sweet praises flying over your head such as “look at how needy you are, baby” and “want me to suck on your tits?” turn into full-on groans the moment you tug him forward, forcing him to bend enough for you to kiss him.

The flavour of tobacco and chocolate still linger on his tongue as he slips it in your mouth, and he's so lust-driven that he abandons his cigarette on the ashtray, almost throwing it as he keeps stroking his tongue with yours. He almost set the flat on fire but fuck if your lips don't taste like heaven.

But you haven’t forgotten about Kishibe, and he’s aware of it.

As he runs his wet, tensed muscle up your folds you grind lazily on his mouth, moans swallowed by Aki. Then, as you and the boy begin to spiral, Kishibe's hands shift positions. One on your hip bone, the other squeezing your ass.

His breath ghosts over your pussy once more as he stares up at you, throwing Aki a knowing look at the same time when he moves backward to catch some breath.

“Feels good, darling?” Kishibe asks and before you can even open your mouth to answer, the dull ache between your legs disappears under the relentless pace he sets, lips latching onto your sensitive bundle of nerves once more, sucking and licking it until you manage to throw back your head and hiss through your teeth, shoving your hand deeper in his hair with a choked: “Ooooh, shit.”

“Language.” remarks Aki. “Fuck me.” “I plan to.” A wicked smile on his lips has you babbling both their names, because the man under you is now dangerously close to ease a finger in your other hole. It’s making him feel dizzy, to have it within reach but unable to act. Some other time, maybe.

Aki in the meantime steps backward, lips leaving yours as fast as they came. You whine at the lack of warmth but Kishibe slaps your ass, motioning for you to move faster on his tongue.

“Aki, please.” desperate is your voice and the boy’s hair, free to flow around his face, is now gliding onto your heated skin like a silken river ready to sooth you. It finally stops flowing a moment later, tongue circling your nipple as he simply gazes at you from above, eyes devouring every detail of yours. “Oh, love,” his feather-like touches are driving you insane. “You’re being so good to us.”

Then a smirk sprawled across his lips, left hand caressing your side with gentle strokes, until he takes half of your boob in his mouth. He is boiling. “May I?” it's merely a whisper, yet you hear it pulsing in waves around you.

At first you think he’s asking so to you and you stare at him, confused. Then a short ‘hm-hm’ ricochets in your body. The old man has granted him permission to ravish your body.

Hell, Devil Hunters.

Aki’s touch is more delicate than Kishibe’s but craving nonetheless. You inhale through your nose when both men adjust to each other’s ministrations and you, willing victim, are about to come. It’s too much.

Your muscles tense, digits yanking at Kishibe's locks, and he retaliates by nosing your clit with force, while Aki rolls your perked mound on his tongue, breathing on it to elicit more sweet wails from you. He achieves it, and you're a whimpering mess when Kishibe chuckles: “There you are, ready to unravel for us. Don’t hold back.”

Back arched and toes curled, your orgasm washes all over you stronger than expected and your thighs cage the blonde’s head, nails digging into his scalp. He gives two fucks about it because honestly, there are worse ways to die, and you crushing him to death as he tongues you throughout the moment isn’t one of them.

The boy in front of you continues to worship your tits, just like Kishibe said, ‘cause he’s a sucker for you. Every morsel of you is lovely and ready to be loved.

Now, as his vision tunnels on your fucked-out expression, fingers now untangling from the old man's hair, Kishibe gathers your juices on his tongue and swallows it with a low groan. “Delicious.” he comments on you, and another wave of arousal coats your thighs at the explicit praise.

And Aki grasps fully what the other man tried to explain earlier. What a view; Kishibe on the other hand seems deeply pleased, you can see it in his eyes.

None of you say anything for a while, and you sigh when both of them start to kiss whatever part of you they can reach: inner thighs, breasts, belly.

But once back on Earth, you’re the one to surprise them.

Feet touching the ground you get up, stretching a bit like a kitten after a long nap under the sun, then your hands are on Kishibe again. What is left of his poise crumbles the moment you bare his cock.

It slaps against his stomach, thick and heavy with cum oozing from the slit on its head and your lust-blown eyes land on him as you lick your lips and straddle his lap again.

“Oh, Kishibe. Would you indulge me for a moment? Thanks, baby and Aki,” you lock eyes with the dark-haired Hunter as you grab the base of Kishibe’s length. You impale yourself on his cock, the action awarding you with a strained moan from the Hunter under you as you lower yourself on him. Inch by inch, breath after breath.

When you bottom out with a sated gasp, your gaze meets Aki's. “Now I’m going to teach you a lesson. Can you pay attention a little bit more? Then I’m all yours.” He nods, eyes transfixed on the scene before him. Smiling, you trace your lips down to Kishibe, pestering his face with soft kisses before a feeble, innocent word leaves your lips.

The only one you know demolishes every sense of decency the Devil Hunter may still possess. “Mas-”

He doesn’t even let you finish. The look in his eyes is one of a starved man, and that’s what you need right now.

His hips snaps against yours abruptly, fucking into you from underneath as he gingerly sits on the table, grounding your hips on him to keep hammering into your cunt, walls fluttering and clenching around his cock. Moaning, you run your fingers through your hair while your other hand quickly returns to hook itself onto Aki’s belt loops. When you bury your other one into Kishibe's hair again, his low growl has you breathless but he spares you a quick look before plating his fingers in the small of your back, keeping you still.

After you look up to Aki, he glimpses the neediness in your eyes. That's all he needs.

He discards his pants on the floor in no time, freeing his dick from the constraint of his underwear in the process. You take in how flush and jumpy your boyfriend is with a pleased purr, but just for a moment. There’ll be plenty of time to praise them both after. As of now, you’re far too horny for that.

Staring at his cock, you moan at the feeling of Kishibe filling you up. But something’s missing.

“My love,” you repeat, luring Aki to his petite mort.

He’s always so eager, and Kishibe is no less. They jerk up at the faintest of touches — yours.

Once he’s close enough, you rest a cheek against the neat groom of pubic hair, inhaling his scent as he sucks in a breath.

God, are you sure she’s not the Sex Devil? he wonders when you look up at him with siren eyes.

Precum spurts long streaks of arousal on your cheek, painting onto it as if you’re a breathing work of art. The finest being clothed in jasmine flowers and lavender mist.

Cum smears your face but it doesn’t faze you, instead you kiss the vein running along his shaft before savouring his release by sucking on your lower lip. As you smile, your fingers trace his happy trail to then grab his balls, fondling them as the boy lets out a startled gasp.

“It’s no easy thing to bind the Soul Devil. No one ever succeeded until you two came along,” you lower your voice as if to murmur the dirtiest of truths. “You gave me your souls, you know, and in return I gifted you both with my everything. I won't lie: I've grown quite fond of you. So it comes as unsurprising if I say I’m always in charge, even when it seems I’m not. Am I right, Kishibe?”

He nods, face stuffed with your tits as he continues to fuck you raw. Your knowing eyes enchant Aki even more and he relishes in your presence. You drag him closer and he shudders, blue eyes still on your face.

Your fingers finally rise a little, and your thumb is pressed on his flush tip dusted with a darker shade of pink as you smirk, lewd words leaving you as your lips crash against his cock again. “I am no mere human. I'm something else. To love me is to die for me, over and over again. But you know all this, uhm? Now adore me, kiss the very ground I walk if you want my love. You can do it, can’t you, my love?”

You are something else entirely, indeed.

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