#these movies make me want to bash my head into a wall. it’s not that deep I say with tears running down my cheeks and big sparkly eyeballs

[i-hear-a-sound]

saw stills that .

#yeah I think you get the point #saw #saw 2004 #saw iii #saw x #saw films #saw franchise #amanda young #john kramer #saw 3D #adam stanheight #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #dr lawrence gordon #lynn denlon #chainshipping #shotgunshipping #lynnmanda #these movies make me want to bash my head into a wall. it’s not that deep I say with tears running down my cheeks and big sparkly eyeballs

[theemporium]

What if Nico and hughes reader move in together and share food on the floor, nothing much done yet but a mattress already placed? Just both of them enjoying each other's presence before the brothers come to help and to keep an eye on Nico. Maybe the radio plays in the background while both enjoy the calmness.

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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“You know, the movies make this look a lot more comfortable than it actually is.”

Nico lifted his head to look at you from across the kitchen floor, his back pressed against the cupboards and his ass firmly planted on the tiled floor. It wasn’t comfortable in the slightest. In fact, considering the fact it was starting to bleed into the autumn months, it was actually quite chilly but it was the one room in the apartment that wasn’t full of boxes.

You were sat across from him, your legs stretched out so you could knock your foot against his leg to gain his attention. Both of you were dressed in the same pair of sweatpants and hoodies you had been in for the last two days due to the unhelpful fact you couldn’t find the box where you packed your clothes up. But you still looked breath-takingly beautiful to him.

“They make it almost look…romantic,” you continued, despite the fact he hadn’t answered back. “Like, this cute moment in a montage where you share some greasy takeaway and bask in the domesticity of it all.”

Nico raised his brows. “Maybe you’re not basking enough.”

You lifted your head as you stabbed your plastic fork into the container of noodles you had ordered from a local Chinese restaurant. “You’re telling me your ass isn’t numb?”

“Oh, I lost feeling in my ass twenty minutes ago,” he said, a grin growing on his face when you let out a laugh. He placed his container down, reaching over to grab your legs before pulling you across the floor. He manoeuvred you until you were sitting between his legs, his arms locked around your waist and his chin resting on your shoulder. “But nothing could ruin this for me.”

You tried to bite back your smile as you leaned back into his embrace. “Not even the fact we are currently sleeping on a mattress on the floor?”

Nico ducked his head, pressing a kiss to the base of your neck. “No, because it means I get to sleep next to you every night.”

Your face warmed. “You sap.”

“The biggest sap,” he confirmed with a nod as he pressed another kiss against your skin. “C’mon, get up.” 

“But I just got comfy,” you whined, but you didn’t resist as he took the container out of your hand and placed it beside his own. You let out a huff as you scrambled up from the floor, turning to him with an unamused smile as he just grinned back.

You watched with interest as he reached for his phone, tapping away before music began to sound from the speakers. You raised your brows but Nico just shrugged, a little bashful as he did.

“You wanted a movie montage moment,” he stated simply as he offered his hand out to you, wrapping his fingers around your wrist before tugging you towards him. His grin widened a little when you let out a small squeal of surprise. “Pretty sure dancing around in a painfully empty apartment makes the cut.” 

You shook your head but you didn’t disagree as he took one hand in yours and rested the other on your waist, beginning to playfully twirl around the kitchen as your laughs bounced off the walls. He kept speeding up until your hands were digging into his biceps, your feet no longer touching the ground as he practically paraded you around the room until the song came to an end and the next one started.

“The boys are gonna come back wondering why we haven’t unpacked any more boxes,” you murmured as you rested your head on his chest, your eyes falling shut as you slowed down to a gentle sway again.

“Your brothers shouldn’t judge how fast we work in our apartment,” Nico retorted.

“Hm,” you lifted your head, grinning at him. “I like that.”

His brows furrowed together. “What?”

“Our apartment,” you said with a softness in your voice.

“Ours,” he repeated before dipping down to kiss you. 

“GROSS!”

Nico smiled against your lips, not even bothering to lift his head as he flipped your brother off. 

“Shut up, Jack, and work on the living room.”

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#nico hischier #nhl #new jersey devils #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x you #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nico hischier one shot #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

[luuuuucyscorner]

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞- 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Chapter Two. Info: After class Spider finds Y/n and offers to make plans

Tags: 18+, swearing, smoking

word count: 5168

gif by me

After class ends, Spider saunters over to you with a smirk on his face. "Well, well, British-American. Care for a smoke outside?" He offers you one of his cigarettes, extending a pack towards you. His gaze doesn't leave hers, the challenge clear in his eyes. "Or do they not partake in the pleasures of nicotine across the pond?" He chuckles lightly, leaning against the school wall cooly. "It's break, after all. Might as well enjoy it, yeah?" He takes a drag from his own cigarette, waiting for your response.

Thinking it over, you take the cigarette directly from his lips and take a drag. Spider watches your lips wrap around it. smoke puffs out expertly "not too bad for my first time eh?"

Spider's eyes widen as you take the cigarette straight from his mouth, then watches in fascination as you puff away like a pro. He swallows hard, trying not to gawk at your skilled handling of the cigarette. "Bloody hell, Y/n..." he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Your confidence and ability with the cigarette caught him off guard. "That was impressive, love." He takes the cigarette back, offering it again if you wanted another drag. "Ya know, I reckon we could show each other a thing or two." He smirks, looking you up and down appreciatively. "Maybe after classes, wanna grab a drink? Get to know each other better?" He raises an eyebrow, curiosity shining in his blue eyes.

"are you flirting with me spider? on my first day?" you say with a sparkle in your eyes.

Spider's cheeks flush a deep shade of pink, but he refuses to look away. Instead, he meets your gaze boldly, acknowledging the truth behind your words. "Might be, love," he admits softly. "Can't say I'm good at keepin' myself in check around you." He shakes his head slightly, attempting to dismiss the nervous energy buzzing between you. "So, what d'ya say? Drinks after class? Make sure ya don't fall for any more maps, yeah?" He chuckles nervously, but there was no denying the genuine interest in his tone. "Could be fun, I reckon."

you don't answer immediately, finding humor in his nervous discomfort.

Spider fidgets, his unease evident as he waits for your response. He tries not to appear too eager, but the anticipation is written all over his face. He takes another drag from his cigarette, watching you watch him. The silence stretches on uncomfortably long, making him squirm under your scrutiny. Finally, he blurts out, "Look, Leia, don't think I'm pushin' ya or anything. Just figured, since we're stuck together in that class, might as well enjoy ourselves, right?" He shrugs nonchalantly, hiding his growing anxiety. "If not drinks, maybe another time? Just let me know."

"nah Spider I'm just busting your balls, I'd love to get drinks" you giggle at his expense.

Relief floods through Spider, leaving him nearly breathless. "Cheers, love!" he exclaims, visibly relaxing now that you'd agreed. "Name your place, and I'll take care of the rest." He grins widely, almost bashful in his happiness. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while." Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out his phone, checking the time. "How does six work for ya? Meet me outside the local pub?" He asks, already planning out the perfect night in his head. "We'll have a blast, promise."

"umm..." you stutter embarrassed " I just moved here, i don't know 'the local pub'"

Spider's grin falters for a moment, realizing his assumption. "Shit, sorry, love," he apologizes sincerely. "Didn't mean to assume. Alright, then. Name a place - anywhere in town. I'll meet you there and show ya around." He tucks his phone back into his pocket, trying to come up with alternative plans. "We can do whatever you want, honestly. Movie? Coffee shop? Beach?" He suggests various options, hoping to accommodate your preferences. "I'm up for whatever. Just tell me whatcha fancy, Y/n."

"maybe we could go to my place? my ma will be out all night"

Surprise flickers across Spider's face, followed by a slow grin spreading wide. "Your place, huh? Now that sounds like my kinda night," he replies, trying not to seem too eager. "Sure thing, Y/n. Just give me the address, and I'll find my way there. I promise I won't break anything." He laughs lightly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Actually, forget that. We'll have a good time, just you and me." He leans closer, whispering softly yet confidently, "And if your ma asks, I'll tell her I'm just your new Aussie friend, got it?"

"sure thing" you say giggling softly "lets get to class" your warm breath tickling his cheek and neck as you teasingly pull back.

Heat floods Spider's body at the sensation of your warm breath on his skin, causing him to swallow hard. "Right, yeah, class," he murmurs, clearing his throat roughly. His gaze lingers on your lips, desire simmering beneath his playful exterior. As you step back, he adjusts his jeans discreetly, attempting to disguise his excitement. "See ya later, Y/n. Can't wait till tonight." He gives you a playful salute before heading towards the classroom, still reeling from your closeness. A smirk remains plastered on his face throughout the remaining lessons, unable to shake the anticipation for the evening ahead.

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#spencer white #spider white #spider heartbreak high #spencer 'spider' white #heartbreak high #hbh #ameria wadia #ayesha madon #asher yasbincek #bryn chapman parish #anthony “ant” vaughn #ant vaughn #anthony vaughn #darren rivers #harper mclean #smut #fanfic #spencer white x reader #spider x reader #luuuuucyscorner #heartbreak high reboot

[scholastic-dragon]

Happy birthday! Ok so correct me if I'm wrong but you write for hellboy right? If so, could you please do 2008 hellboy smut. Like maybe some jealous rooftop sex with a plus size s/o? (If not you can totally ignore this!)

Yes yes yes

Just watched the first movie last night cause it's on Netflix and I am ready for this

Jealous Fuck

Hellboy x Fem!Plus-sized!Reader

Warnings: fingering, jealously, jealous fuck, dirty talk, praise, p in v, no condom (please wrap before you tap), semi public sex, spelling mistakes,

"Who was he?" Hellboy shrugs, trying and failing to hide his annoyance and jealously.

"Hb..." You sigh, pulling your coat tighter around your form.

"You guys seemed pretty close," He continued, a hand on his hip.

"He was a new agent, HB, I was just showing him around town, it wasn't anything to be jealous of," your hair blows widely in the late October wind.

He sighs, looking at the gravel floor on the buildings roof. "You promise?"

You walk up to him, taking both his hands in yours, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. "I promise. It was just friendly. I only have eyes for you, baby,"

You could tell he wanted to believe you, but some insecure part of his gut wouldn't let it go.

"It's friendly 'Cause you're all mine right?"

Letting go of his stone hand, you cup his cheek, turning him to meet your eyes.

"I'm all yours, Red,"

Something flashes in his eyes, you've seen it before and it makes your face flush. He lunges, pressing his lips to yours. Slanting his lips he steals the breath from your lungs and makes you moan against his lips.

His stone hand reaches around to grope your thick ass, his human one tangling in your hair.

You squeeze his biceps, feeling heat pool between your thighs. "Let's go back to HQ, baby," You whisper against his lips.

"No time," He pulls away, tugging your hair back, making you tip your head up, exposing your throat. "I'm gonna fuck you right here, right now,"

You moan, his mouth sucking deep dark bruises onto your neck, a clear marking as his.

He pushes you to the roof ledge, spinning you around and bending you over the wall.

"Red..." You whisper, becoming bashful.

Hb tugs at your leggings, ripping them down your legs and pooling them at your boots. The cold spread goosebumps across your skin.

Your eyes flicker all around the empty streets and alleyways around you. You thank God it was the middle of the night and not day.

He dips his fingers into your folds, and you buck and moan, rolling your hips.

"So wet, baby," He parts them, moving his fingers around and coating them in your wetness.

He bends down, kissing at your ass cheek, he sucks a hickey into you skin then bites. Hard.

You yelp, but it turns into a moan as he plunges a finger into your sopping depths. You bite your jacket sleeve to keep quiet, only allowing harsh breaths and grunts.

His slips a second finger in, moving them fast, the sound of your slick filling the silent air.

"Red baby, I need you," You moan, looking at him over your shoulder.

"We gotta wait, hot stuff," He pulls his hand from your pussy and smacks your ass, making you yelp loudly. "You're not stretched enough for my big dick,"

"I am," You moan, face bright red.

"You think?" He slips three fingers inside you, stretching and pulling at your tight entrance. "You can barely take three fingers baby,"

"I can take it," reaching down, you rub and circle your clit, knowing it drives him wild to see you doing it.

Your pussy relaxes, allowing his three thick fingers to move easily in and out of you.

"Huh, you were right, baby," He removes his hand, licking them clean. "Let's see if my cock can fit too,"

You hear his zipper and belt, it sends an entirely unholy shiver down your spine. His hands grab your waist, his cock poking your folds.

"You ready?"

"Please," He slowly pushes himself in, not wanting to hurt you. But he didn't have to worry about that, because of how wet you were, he slipped in halfway without any trouble.

"Look at that, baby," He cooed. "Halfway without any trouble. That's my good girl,"

Your toes curled in your boots, you set your forehead on your arm, trying with all your might to not move.

With slow movements he slips inside to the hilt, moaning with you. He pulls out them slams forward.

You can't contain your moans, mouth hanging out and the sounds echoing across the quiet neighborhood.

"That's it baby," hb groans behind you.

"Fuck, you're so big," You moan, pushing your ass back to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Yeah, big and thick but you take it like a fucking champ, don't you baby? Yeah, cause that's what good girls do,"

You moan louder, reaching your hand back to play with your clit. The band in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter.

"Say you're mine," He growls, thrusting harder.

"I'm yours! I'm all yours baby!" You shout, cumming around his thick cock, bucking and moaning against him. You're thankful the brick wall was there to hold you up.

"Say. It. Again." He spanks and thrusts his words, making you skin bloom red.

"I'm yours, Hellboy! I'm all yours!"

"That's it, good fucking girl," He pants, thrusting harder and more erratically, nearing his end.

With a roar he fills your pussy with his hot cum, there's too much and it spills from your sore hole.

You whimper and pant together, calming your breaths. "Fuck, Hb,"

He laughs softly, leaning down and kissing up your clothed spine, pressing his lips to your ear. "You're mine, and I'm yours. And nothing is ever going to change that,"

#BARK BARK BARK #hellboy #hellboy headcannons #hellboy imagine #hellboy 2 the golden army #hellboy x reader #hellboy x fem reader #birthday smut #thanks for the ask! #it is my work

[timeoveritasconsumofigmentum]

Yandere!Fisherman x F!Mermaid Reader Smut Alphabet:

Part 1 How he looks

Warnings: A Whole Lot Of Sexual Content. MDI.

[A/n: Decided to post some smutty head cannons of yandere!fisherman while I work on a new story, make sure to keep an eye out for that. :) Not proofread. ♡]

[NOTE: In this, once mermaid reader is plucked out of the ocean, she gains legs once her tail is dry like in the movie aquamarine. Low key got Stockholm syndrome lol. Enjoy.]

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A-(Arousal/what gets them in the mood): my god, your unfiltered curiosity about all the knickknacks and antiques that decorated the walls of his home. The sparkle in your eye, the excitement in your voice, the gentle grip you have on whatever you snatched from the shelve. It gets him so fucking hard. Will calmly explain to you what every single thing in your hand does while not so subtly pushing his growing bulge in the small of your back. Or seeing you in his clothing, obviously he didn’t prepare much when he decided to bring you to the surface. (Or keep you)So in order to keep your decency(not that he would ever mind if you waltz around the home nude) he lets you wear his softest sweaters. The knitted oversized material grazes the back of your calves, swallowing your body into the sea of fabric. Loves it cause it looks like the both of you actually a domestic couple. The idea of you as his wife, being able to take care of you in every way, living happily with 2 or 3 children that looked like a mixture of the both of you running around the home, filling it with laughter. The mere thought has blood rushing south, has to hide the growing tent in his pants as he gathers his daily catch.

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B (Blue balls/how do they react to stimulation denial):Knows he can’t push your limits. Isn’t going to force you into anything you don’t want to do. You’ve just been pulled(kidnapped) from your home into the land of the unknown! It’s completely understandable but. It’s so hard for him to see you snore softly in his bed. The small puddle of drool staining the fluffy pillow under your head, body curling into itself for warmth. If only you knew he imagined that pillow was you, folding in half and fucking into it like a teenager. Moaning your name softly as he came. Gave it to you with a big smile cheeks still warm from his session “this one is the softest.” Will sometimes be cheeky and let out a loud moan or two to pique your interest.

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C-(cum) listen. Listen. Listen. He’s a workaholic, so he’s usually overworks himself. Doesn’t really make time to masturbarte cause of the long hours on the sea, ergo passing out from exhaustion, meaning huge ass loads. I’m taking about puddles of cum coating his lower stomach and v line. He’s a bit pent up, what do you expect? Once you actually has sex well, enjoys decorating your body in ropes of his cum but enjoys it even more when he gets to plug you up with his cock fucking his cum further into you. Gets bashful at the amount that he releases but with you? Ha. He lives for the moment you squirt in his mouth, your hole spasming around his tongue as he slurps up all of your cum, downing it down like a man starved. You’ll have to yank his head up to get him to even breath, entangling your fingers in his damp curly hair to lift him out of his meal. A dazed smile on his glistening face, pupils blown up with lust.

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D-(dirty talk/ are they vocal in bed?) The man that’s usually so stoic and rude to others becomes pure putty in your hands. On softer days once you give him the green light, he worship your body. Showering you with compliments. “You’re so pretty sweetheart, doing so well for me.” Other days where he can’t help but to be mean, teasing you and your reactions. “Aw baby did you cum from me just rubbing your pretty pussy? I thought i told you I wanted to feel you cum on my dick, guess you had to be greedy hm?”

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E-(erogenous zones) He’s pretty sensitive on his back. Run nail on his spine and will shiver, goosebumps covering his skin. His thighs, will moan more when you’re giving him head and resting your hands on his thigh massaging the tight muscles. Loves when you leave scratches on his shoulder blades when he’s fucking you, like his own temporary tattoo.(Pouts when they start healing.)

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F-(fetish) Is into fear play. Sorry not sorry, but man literally stalked you for months. And unfortunately because of the way you two met, you did attempt to run back to the ocean more than once. (He would always catch you before you made it on the dock.) When you finally trust him and willing give his fantasies a try, likes to play into a scenario where you try to run away. Your stuttering heart beating echoing in his ears, the whines of pleasure as he manhandled your body. It gets him dizzy with lust.

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G-(giving/what they would do) He loves to make you feel good, it’s always your pleasure before his. You’re the love of his life of course he’s going to pamper you! Duh. From making out with your pussy, to sucking your stiff nipples, to softly biting into the meat of your thighs leaving blooming hickeys in their wake. He’ll always checks in to make sure you’re doing okay. Even if you aren’t in the mood, he’ll still make sure that you’re relaxed and blissful every night. Tenderly massages all the tension knots from your back, wrapping you in his large form holding you close. Even when you want time alone, will sleep in the living room like when you were adjusting.

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H-(hot and bothered/ how do you know when they’re turned on) Face and neck will start to turn pink, the stubble of his face doing very little to conceal the sudden flush. Attempts hide the obvious bulge in his trousers, trying to readjust by tucking his now hard dick into the waistband of his boxers. Voice will get deeper. Eyes will go half lidded. Yeah he’s thinking ‘bout fucking you.

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I-(initiate/how do they get things started) Cups your face gently, pressing his lips against yours. Simple kisses turn into making out, shifting into tossing each other clothes to the other side of the room. You hands grip his shoulders as he marks the column of your neck in hickeys. Dry humping for a bit until you guys shuck off your clothing and really get in to it.

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J-(jitters/how nervous do they get)He hasn’t had that many sexual partners, so sex was something relatively new to him. Was anxious to disappoint you but he quickly got the hang of it. Not gonna lie, he got more cocky overtime. Knowing your body like the back of his hand did things to his ego. Sometimes still get bashful but only when you paw at him for more.

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K-(kinks/ main kinks they enjoy) Has always wanted a big family since it was just him and his grandmother, so has a huge ass breeding kink. The thought of him being able to cum in your fertile womb has him feral. Just knowing he could knock you up. Is a bit adventurous so will be more than okay to have sex in public, folding your body on the warm sand. Unless you don’t that’s cool homie. Likes to tie you up, he didn’t learn all those different knots to not put them to use. Your whines about wanting to be able to touch him makes him feel even wanted.

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L-(location) He’s an old fashion lad, he ultimately adores to make love to you in bed. Wanting to make sure that he gets to touch every inch of skin. But he’s also a pent up horn dog. You could be in the kitchen attempting to make a meal, man will be on you in a second. Setting you down on the counter as he kisses you softly while his course hand rubs your pussy. Will fuck you on his boat in broad daylight, he cares but he doesn’t care.Your moans and the loud sound of your conjoined body releasing wet smacks through the area.

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M-(masturbation/do they do it? What do they think about?) like I said, baby boy doesn’t make enough time to release the tension coiling in his body. Watches you sleep, yeah he’s a creep like that. Rubs his bulge to your soft snore, staining his underwear with pre. Never goes too far, like to cum on your unsuspecting legs or pretty face, even though he wanted to on numerous occasions. Once you’re got there, the sexual appetite he usually ignored came rushing back to him the moment you set foot in his house. Fucks his fist, squeezing the tip of leaking dick pretending it was your softer smaller hands. Naturally he masturbates at least every night when he can’t be with you.

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N-(natural/ describe how they look without clothes) He’s not too hairy, burly arms and thick muscled legs held the usual amount of body hair. He may be a workaholic but he enjoys taking care of himself. His grandmother always told him that first appearances are everything, so makes a conscious effort to groom himself. Has a very prominent happy trail, the short hair beginning just at the bottom of his belly button. And yeah he trims his pubes, he’s a hygienic lad.

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O-(oral/ giving or receiving) He lives for pleasuring you. It was the only thing you would let him do for a couple of months so high-key got addicted to it. The breathy moans you released, the twitch of your thighs underneath his fingers, your sweet pussy oozing out cum. Could eat you out for hours, like I’m talking about jaw locking hours. As for receiving, well, the moment your hands wrap around his aching cock and your pretty lips wrap around the mushroom tip, he’s a goner. Phew! Just the mere thought of you shrouded in between his thighs, desperately trying to fit his girthy length in your mouth but failing, it makes him cum tons.

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P-(pent up/how long can they go without sex) Though he’s a sexy ass man, and the woman in town do notice him(flirt with him). He didn’t really think much about sex or relationships until you came into his life. Used to go months with release not really caring if he did, but now? Now, he can only go for a couple of days without cumming, will make time to pull multiple orgasms from the both of you even if it takes all night.

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Q-(quickly/how long does sex last with them) I’m not gonna lie, the first couple of time he came pretty quick. Your warm wet walls sucking him in further, constricting around his already twitching length. Of course he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t get much pussy, so don’t bully him :(. Now though? Well let’s just say his hunger for you is insatiable. Will go at it for literal hours, hours, round after round, not pausing (unless you need a break.) Will overstimulate the both of you to the point where you both pass out from sheer exhaustion. Mind numbing orgasm after orgasm. The bed stickly wet, your mixed juices staining the dark grey sheets.

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R-(receiving/how they act when partner takes reigns) Gurl the moment you sit ease him into you, he can’t even control the stuttering rhythm of his hips. The way your hands press against the swiney pecs, the flush covering your face as you lifted your self up and down riding him like your life depended of getting his load. Cums in a matter of minutes, but doesn’t mind if you wanna go another couple rounds. This side of you makes him feel giddy.

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S-(safe word/is it easy for them to stop?) Unless he’s dishing out punishment, you don’t have to try at all to get this behemoth to stop. The moment you signal you’re uncomfortable or the sensations are too much, he immediately goes into service mode. Handling your twitching body with upmost care, carefully wiping your puffy pussy clean, brushing his lips on the bruises his fingers left, massaging your aching muscles. He could still be hard but will abandon all pleasure just to take care of you.

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T-(trouble/ are they giving or receiving punishments?) Now you guys had to be build a sense of trust before you got to where you were, and that meant denying you of your release on multiple occasions. Suckling your clit until you cried out, but quickly pulling away the moment the tell signs of your orgasm crept up. Leaving you openly sobbing in frustration, keeps you a crying aching mess and will do it until you beg him to stop or just agree with whatever the hell he wants.

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U-(underwear/what they wear) Simple briefs. Usually opts for black or grey. Nothing too fancy. Sometimes likes to sleep in the nude but isn’t something he does often.

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V-(vocal/how loud are they) Baby gurl that coochie makes him sing like a canary. Isn’t too too loud but lets out his fair share of grunts and moans. He wants to let you know you make him feel incredible. His already deep voice lowering an octave as he groaned in your ear “you’re so fuckin’ perfect, pussy was made for me.”

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W-(Watch) He’s not too big on porn, but has a couple old erotica novels in his house.

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X-(wild card/random head cannon/ description of his meat stick) He has a very pretty dick. Ain’t gonna say it twice. Thick as a water bottle. 6 inches soft, 8.5 hard. Has a pretty pink mushroom head with two prominent veins tracing the underside of his cock and tan in colour.

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Y-(yes/would they open to new things?) My man would literally do anything for you. If you wanna fuck in the middle of the market, who is he to ignore your wish? Want him to eat you out the moment you wake up? He’s already on it. Wanna try mutual masturbation, (had a field day when you found out you read his ‘private’ books) hell yeah he’s down. Again though isn’t gonna force you to explore new things unless you 100 percent want to.

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Z-(zipper/do they get undressed or leave clothes on) There are fair occasions where he’s so feral for you that all he manages to be able to do it yank down his zipper and pull out his dick before fucking you into oblivion. But most the of the time, he loves to feel your skin on his. It just reminds him that you’re truly there with him, that he gets to be as close to you as humanely possible. Likes the both of you to be bare but also doesn’t mean he ain’t gonna fuck you when you wear those pretty dresses he got for you.

#my writing🪷 #male yandere #yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere fic #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yancore #yandere scenarios #yandere drabble #yandere male #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yandere x female reader #yandere oc x you #oc x reader #smut #yandere smut #x female reader #female reader #x reader #smut headcanons

[sytoran]

𝐈'𝐌 (𝐂)𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ⌇ wanda maximoff

summary: when they said 'white christmas', you thought it meant being covered in snow. not...... this.

☰ PAIRING: sub!wanda x dom!gn!reader

☰ TAGS: modern!au, smut (18+), first times, loss of virginity, corruption, rough sex, body worship, teasing, fingering, nipple play, you make wanda squirt for the first time, then you overstimulate her 'cause you're a fuckin' tease

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pining for wanda maximoff was one thing, but being best friends with her troublemaker twin brother pietro was a whole ‘nother hurdle you couldn’t leap over.

she was so alluring, in the best and worst sense. with the wide emerald eyes and the little skirts she wore and the adorable nose scrunch.

pietro would probably kill you if he found out what was going on inside your creative imagination every time you went over to his place (which he shared with wanda).

in your defense, it had started as something innocent: stumbling into her the first time you went over to hang out with pietro, with bashful apologies and not-so-hidden blushes. she had looked at you in a wondrous awe, green eyes sparkling with hidden intent.

then you started coming over more often, and you started stumbling into her more often. it was totally unintentional, though. definitely…

“oi, help me put up the decorations!” pietro called out to you from the living room. december had swung round again, and you were helping the maximoffs prepare for the jolly season of christmas.

when you entered the living room, you were enraptured by the many colourful decorations, the center of attention being the huge christmas tree. it was adorned with silver and red ornaments, not to forget the myriad of wrapped presents under its evergreen leaves.

to your right, wanda was standing on her tip-toes, trying to put a wreath on a part of the wall she couldn’t quite reach. you quickly scanned your surroundings, to find that pietro was preoccupied with something else.

seizing the opportune moment, you approached the redhead from behind. you reached up to help her hold the wreath, smiling as she let out a soft gasp at your presence.

“may i?” you asked wanda softly, your warm breath hitting her skin. the redhead quickly nodded, looking down, the tips of her ears burning a bright red. as you stood behind her, you saw her thighs clench deliciously and your eyes darkened, a smirk finding its way onto your face.

guess wanda wasn’t that innocent.

as you placed the wreath above your heads, you allowed your crotch to brush against her ass for the slightest moment. “there you go,” you murmured softly, right above wanda’s ear.

you swore you saw wanda bite her lip, but then pietro was coming towards the two of you, and the moment had ended as quickly as it had begun.

later that day after the festivities and a hearty dinner, you and the maximoff twins were settled down to watch a movie.

right as you were about to hit play on ‘home alone’, pietro jumped up from his seat, clutching his phone while staring at it with a horrified expression.

“what is it?” wanda asked concernedly at his frantic state.

“oh shit, i left my car at the car wash!”

“what the- how-”

“no, trust me, i’m not dumb. so i went to bring my car for a wash, but then i wanted to eat sour patch kids, so i went to the convenience store at the petrol kiosk, but then there were no sour patch kids, so i ran to the supermarket, but then after buying them i forgot about my car, so i just went back home, thinking i had gone to the grocery store on a regular occasion-”

“that is quite dumb.” wanda interrupts, a grin forming on her face. you would’ve agreed wholeheartedly, if not for the fit of crushing laughter overtaking your body.

wanda watches you with a certain amusement, and by the time you’ve stopped making fun of your best friend, he was already out of the house, the door nearly swinging off its hinges.

you and wanda were left alone in the living room, the only sounds being michael buble and shania twain’s rendition of ‘white christmas’ playing over the sound speaker.

you knew it was wrong, but some slightly predatory thoughts of wanda were swimming in your head as you stared at the redhead, the image of her bending her to your will and doing as you wished lingering. she was just so perfect, so sweet, so innocent, so-

“do you want to continue the movie?” wanda asked you softly, reaching up to run a hand along the side of your cheek. you froze at her sudden boldness, and it seemed like she did too.

“okay,” you managed to say, shielding the stutter that threatened to make its appearance. but before wanda could retract her hand in embarrassment, you seized it, pulling her onto your lap.

wanda’s little breathy gasp sent a jolt of arousal right down to your core. you could see her bashfulness, afraid to even turn around to look at you. but then she shifted in your lap, leaning back to rest her head on your shoulders, making it clear she was definitely not opposed to the idea.

letting out a small huff of satisfaction, you wrapped an arm around her stomach, pulling wanda in even closer.

albeit rather shy at first, wanda warmed up to your bold touches quickly throughout the movie. she seemed more than content with letting your hands glide mindlessly across her stomach and her thighs, in circular motions that drove her insane.

after long moments of a heated atmosphere with palpable sexual tension, wanda let out an addicting whine when your fingers slipped under the hem of her sweater.

you smile at her mischievously, even though you know she can't see you. but it's your laugh that fucks her up in the best way possible: warm breath painting the back of her neck, a rasp that's practically ear candy in close proximity, and-

"would you?" you ask seriously, breaking the ice first, though rather slowly.

wanda gets snapped out of her mind whirl, still struggling yet turned on by the fact that she can't see you. it heightens her other senses, and she's so unbelievably turned on she think she might die.

"...would i what?" wanda dares to ask, her breath picking up but refusing to stutter.

you don't respond for a while. you want to ruin her, but you want to prolong her suffering. the sound of wanda's shallow breaths echoes in your ears.

finally, you reach up to cup wanda’s face from behind, using your thumb to press down on her bottom lip.

wanda lets out an honest-to-god whimper from the back of her throat. in that moment, she freezes, completely stilling in your arms, half terrified and fully aroused.

well, fuck.

your grip on wanda’s hip becomes downright possessive, short nails digging into her hipbone. wanda gasps breathily, and you lean closer, much closer, lips brushing against the back of wanda's ear piercing, then murmuring directly into her ear.

“would you let me fuck you right now, wanda?"

the redhead could have sworn the entirety of her bring ascended then. her heartbeat was drumming in her ears. "i- uh," she mutters unintelligibly, throat running dry when you forcefully pulls her hips closer.

despite your close proximity, you never fail to see the way wanda's thighs clench, and it excites you.

you're probably wrong for wanting this, for wanting to fuck wanda senseless, when you'd only met a few weeks ago. but it's hard to resist, when the redhead bucks against your thigh, when she's already acting so flustered.

"haven't answered me yet, love," you remind wanda, tracing your fingertips over her cold skin, slowly going higher and higher up her sweater.

obviously, wanda thinks, the logical reasoning would be to say no. even though you're smoking hot, you did after all just meet a few weeks ago. and to do it in her brother's house? with his best friend? insane. absolutely, no way in hell, would she ever-

“y-yeah. sure, i mean. uhm.” wanda answers, evidently embarrassed. “if you want to.”

and that's how you ended up with your fingers buried knuckle-deep inside wanda maximoff's cunt.

fascinating, you know, but it had worked nonetheless, so who was to blame you?

wanda was rather hesitant of her inexperience at first, it being an insecurity to her. but it has quite the opposite effect on you.

"you're such a good girl," you groaned, praising the redhead who was writhing below you. you take pleasure in the way she squirmed, so shy yet so needy.

desperate pants echoed around the living room, pleads for alleviation leaving wanda’s lips, as the feeling of pleasure flooded every one of her senses.

the movie was long forgotten, and the only thing that currently existed in your world was wanda maximoff.

the fast yet careful pace of slender fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping sex had wanda seeing stars. her thighs were obediently spread out on the sofa, your steady hands never failing to keep them open.

not like it would’ve been necessary, anyway, considering wanda's utter pliancy and churning need for that overwhelming feeling to never end, for you cruelly delightful ministrations to bring her over the edge.

“you like that, sweetheart?” you asked, your other hand leaving her thigh to slip off her sweater with some difficulty and tugging at her hardened nipple. wanda’s breathy moans got louder, instinctively clenching around your fingers harder.

wanda couldn’t bring herself to say anything, not when her state of mind was in a blissful paradise. you tilted her face up to stare at her clouded eyes.

when wanda’s eyelids fluttered open, to be greeted by the sight of your deliciously darkened eyes, sucking your own fingers off of her juices, she nearly came then and there.

“please,” she whispered, trying to bring up her hips for more.

“i know, i know,” you murmured, never stopping your sinful work, driving your fingers deeper and harder each time. at a particularly harsh curl of your fingers, wanda arched off the sofa, letting out a scream that rang in your head.

“oh, i need it,” wanda whined, as you hit that spot again. you kissed off the tears on the side of wanda’s eyes, looking at her beauty with a wondrous awe.

“mhm, what do you need?” you asked with a teasing lilt, purposefully leaving your fingers in a way she wouldn’t be able to cum just yet. wanda groaned in frustration, but you held your own.

“i need to-” she was cut off when you leaned forward to suck purple bruises into her porcelain skin, as she struggled with the distraction. “i want- oh, right there.”

you began sucking on her hard nips, your fingers still buried in her sopping cunt. wanda threw her head back, eyes rolling into the back of her head with sounds of pleasure falling unashamedly from her lips.

wanda had lost control, you knew, yet you wanted more. you craved more. you wanted to edge her into the darkest depths of oblivion, bring her to a high she didn’t know existed, until she wouldn’t be able to fuck anyone else the same.

you added a third finger, throwing both of her legs over your shoulders. with one last thrust that brought wanda over the edge, she came with a blinding vision of white light, your name falling from her lips like a sacred chant.

“oh- i’m gonna-” wanda cut off her own moans when her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, figuratively and literally. her ropes of white cream came out in spurts, painting your fingers and forearms, then her own thighs, then more of you.

well, it sure is a white christmas.

you watched her cum with a hint of pride, then smiling slowly at her, knowing it had been a first.

“first time squirting?” you asked, kissing up her thighs.

“...first time actually cumming,” wanda responded shakily, then laughing nervously. “thank you.”

you chuckled at her embarrassment, pulling her in for a kiss. it was slow and sweet at first, wanda savouring the softness of it all, before you slipped your tongue between her lips to deepen the kiss. wanda let you work your magic, closing her eyes again in ecstasy.

it was a while before you could bring yourself to stop kissing wanda. “anytime. i-”

the sudden sound of a key unlocking the door made both of you freeze in horror. before either of you had the chance to even lift a finger, the door swung open. damn pietro for always being so speedy.

“okay, they towed my car, but i got it back. anyways, i-”

the blonde caught sight of what was happening before him and nearly passed out there and then. pietro’s jaw hung open, then he stepped back, then he let out a sokovian curse.

“uh, merry christmas, pietro?” you trailed off, looking at him with an awkward grin, fingers still deep inside his sister.

he stepped back, running a hand through dusty blonde hair, still trying to process the scene before him. the next words fell from his lips in a rush.

"i didn't see that coming."

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[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

The things going on with Neil and windows make me want to bash my head against a wall

The first scene of the movie where we see Neil and Todd’s room, the one where Charlie, Meeks and Knox introduce themselves to Todd, and where we see for the first time how controlling Neil’s father is over Neil’s life, Neil was in front of a window

And, this was the focus on Neil (and the window behind him) after his father entered

He, very obviously, is not happy, and the focus is not only on his face and reaction, but the background is also a window. A closed window.

Windows look into the outside. Freedom, I would say. The window is closed, Neil doesn’t have freedom.

Which reminds of

There’s this deleted scene of Neil reading his script, sitting in front of a window and looking outside of it. The window is also closed.

The window is closed, but he is looking at the outside through it.

At the start, Neil wasn’t even looking outside the window, he was just in front of it, but now (before the play), he was looking to the outside, even if it was still closed.

Neil is looking at freedom. He wants freedom, he seeks it. At the start, Neil wasn’t even looking for it, convinced than he would never be allowed that and would just follow his father’s wishes and be trapped forever. In that scene, he was looking for freedom. He didn’t have it yet, the window was closed, but he was looking for it. He wanted it, he was willingly to seek it. And he did seek it on the movie, he continued with the play, even if against his father’s words. He wanted the freedom, and he went to get it.

The last shot with a window (than a remember), is this one

The window is open.

There’s an evolution, as we see.

First, closed window, not even looking at the outside (he’s trapped, and doesn’t think that will ever change, so he just succumbed to it), then, closed window but looking at the outside (still trapped, but seeking freedom and willingly to get it, even if he’s going against his father). Now, open window, looking directly at the outside. He has that freedom now, somehow. He can choose what to do with his life. Can choose to continue and go to military school, or end it, by choice, taking his life on his hands.

#neil perry #I’m so normal about him #dead poets society #dps #dead poets #peter weir I’m in your walls #peter weir #anderperry #I want to make everyone sad

[atschoolunfortunetly]

A Very Long and Very Rage Written Rant about people talking about the FNAF Movie because I am seeing some takes that make me want to bash my head into a wall.

Very quickly an apology to my followers on here that followed me for Sonic. I would post this on my main but if you read my username I don't really have the time to do that right now. Very sorry for clogging up your TL.

Anyway, I am about to use very aggressive and targeted language. I am not hating on anyone specific but I am going to be saying sentences like "Are you dumb? Why are you like this?" Tumblr is my void and I am going to scream. I know some of the things I say may not be common knowledge. However, in this rant, I am going to pretend that it is. I am going to swear a lot. I am going to be talking about fist-fighting people whom I disagree with.

Just know that once again, this is a rant. Not a "please stop saying blah blah blah blah." I am not going to go out of my way to attack people. Which is, once again, why I am screaming here.

"Why the big warning?" BECAUSE SOME PEOPLE ON MY MAIN BACK WHEN I COMPLAINED ABOUT PEOPLE COMPLAINING ABOUT THE RED EYES YELLED AT ME. MY POST WASN'T MEANT TO TARGET ANYONE SPECIFIC. I WAS MEANT TO BE YELLING AT A MADE-UP DUMMY I MADE IN MY MIND!

With that out of the way, it is time to scream.

OH MY FUCKING GOD SOME OF THE THINGS YA'LL ARE SAYING. I have never felt the urge to rip through my fucking screen and grab some of yall by the throat. I want to bodyslam you onto the ground and pummel you to death.

Let's begin with a recent complaint I saw about William having no motivation in the movie and how they should have given him his motivation, let me tell you something bud.

They did. They did give him his motive. However, this is a 2-hour movie and they didn't dive into it. It's almost like they're making a second movie or something? OH WAIT THEY ARE! THIS IS THE FIRST MOVIE! THEY ARE ESTABLISHING ROLES!

They want you to grasp from this movie that:

William is a threat.

Mike is doing his best and is not going to pick up on everything.

Abby and the missing kids are, indeed, regular-ass kids who aren't going to understand fully the situation they're in.

Vanessa is a traumatized individual who wants to please her father and was manipulated into helping him because, you know, THAT IS HER DAD.

They are setting up the basics so people know what to expect from the next film. They will, most likely, be going into William's motives then. But as of right now, they are setting the roles that each character is going to take.

I don't know how some of yall ain't getting that because it is the most clear as day thing to me but that may be because I am aiming to be a writer down the line.

Time to aim at the other complaint I've seen which is that Vanessa is an Afton complaint. All I have to say to that is, whoah, it's almost like the movie takes place in an alt-universe from the games. And even if Vanessa is an Afton in the games who gives a fuck? She isn't Williams's direct child if that's the case and it just ties her in with the old characters. A popular thing I have seen a couple of times is that sometimes people portray Gregory as an Afton. So what's so wrong about Vanessa being an Afton. I am genuinely curious here? What's wrong about her being an Afton.

Some of yall come up with the most stupidest ass complaints I swear to god.

"But Micheal is meant to be the Afton-" Tell me how that would have worked in this movie. Tell me how Mike would not have recognized his own father if he was William. Also, I like that the movie implies that his dad is probably Henry.

"How does it imply that?"

I don't know, why don't we look at the career office scene again where William reads Mike's last name and recognizes it. He wants to tie up his loose ends.

And Mike? Mike is a loose end.

It just makes sense and it goes into the last complaint I saw about the movie.

The "I always come back line doesn't make sense," complaint.

THE REASON WHY IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO YOU IS THAT YOU KEEP PLACING IT IN THE WRONG CONTEXT YOU FOOL, YOU ABSOLUTE BAFOON. YOU'RE PLACING IT IN THE GAME'S CONTEXT. NOT THE MOVIES.

If I am fucking right about the fact that Henry is a Schmidt in the movie then that means William has always been a part of Mike's life. He has been haunting Mike since he took Garret, he influenced Mike to get a job at Freddy's, and he was the reason why Mike met Vanessa.

When he said he'd come back, he wasn't talking about coming back from the dead.

He meant it as he'll come back and make Mike's life a living hell.

Anyway rant fucking over, yall pisses me off. Good day.

#sorry for fnaf posting #fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #five nights at freddy's #Five Nights at Freddy's Movie #Mike schmidt #william afton #fnaf vanessa #fnaf vanny #fnaf gregory #fnaf abby #vanessa afton #rant #I loved the movie #hate yall though #/j

[rosewaterandivy]

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Something like that? PLS

Love you <3

Wow, thanks so much for the request! I tweaked it a bit to fill one of the prompts from here, hope that's okay. Love you 💜

83. “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

When you told him what you and Eddie would be up to Saturday night, Steve groaned so loud you could swear the couch vibrated.

You can’t be serious. And leaving me at the mercy of the gremlins?

“Yes,” you grin, “I’m sure the Harrington babysitting service can handle it.” And then you’re off to get ready for the party. “Knowing you, you’ll probably have some hot date booked for after you’ve dropped the gremlins off.”

It’s not that Steve worries, really he doesn’t, because you’ll be with Eddie and Robin will show up at some point, so at least you’ll be safe. But Saturdays were for movies with the party, taking full advantage of Steve and Robin’s (five-fingered) employee discount at Family Video and hanging out.

Recently, it’s been the only time when he can see you—busy with work and classes and helping Eddie with his GED. All your free time was accounted for, used up, leaving nothing left for him.

He tried (and failed) to be accommodating about it.

This resulted in frequent calls to your house, which your mother or father usually answered with thinly veiled annoyance (Sorry Steve, she just left. No, I don’t know when she’ll be back), interrupted study sessions at Forest Hills (Eddie’s exasperated, ‘Dude, what the fuck. You’re infringing on my right to an education here.’), and drop-ins while you were working at the diner.

In short, it was becoming a problem.

So when you mentioned, last minute mind you, that Eddie needed a hand dealing for a party this weekend and you’d agreed to help out, Steve took it about as well as could be expected.

Which is to say, not at all.

It’s bad enough that he’s making them watch Rocky IV, according to Dustin. But Steve pays him no mind and pops the tape into the VCR. The kids grumble and complain, but otherwise occupy themselves by half-watching the saga of Rocky and Drago.

His leg won’t stop bouncing as he reclines against the couch. It continues for the whole movie. When the film concludes with Apollo’s tragic demise, Max starts sorting through the rest of the tapes.

“What else is in here?” Throws out a few titles as she sees them, The Color Purple, 101 Dalmations, Out of Africa—

“Nope!”

Steve nearly hip checks Lucas in his haste to wrestle the tape from Max. They grapple for a bit, nearly coming to blows but Steve’s not about to hit a child and a girl at that. This sense of chivalry does not stop Max from smacking him upside the head, but he’s victorious in the end.

“And why can’t we watch that particular one?” Dustin ventures with a curious glance to Lucas before Steve settles back on the couch between them.

“I’ll, uh,” he stashes the tape behind the sofa, wedges its case against the wall. “Tell you when you’re older.”

Dustin and Lucas continue to eye each other warily.

Then El pipes up, “Friends don’t lie.” And before Steve can stop her from what will inevitably be an embarrassing calamity—

“It’s a … sad movie,” she continues, “The last time he watched it, he cried.”

Oh. Shit.

He wants nothing more than to bash his head against the wall, but can’t risk another concussion according to the doctors and literally everyone else. Maybe the earth could swallow him whole instead? Anything to end this humiliation.

“Didn’t you watch that with—” Mike begins, because he is an asshole.

“Oh yeah,” Dustin confirms, “They watched it like, a few weeks ago. I mean, her crying I get,” he turns to Steve, an incredulous look on his face, “But you—”

“Robert Redford is a good actor, okay?” He rushes to defend himself, “Very convincing.”

“Okaaayy,” Max drawls.

An uncomfortable silence ensues. The kids settle on watching Clue while Steve takes an opportunity to refill drinks and snacks. Tries to ignore the furtive whispers from the living room. Tries to focus on the popcorn in the microwave and not imagining what you may be up to at the house party with Eddie.

“Why don’t you just ask her out already?” Will says when Steve returns from the kitchen. 

The group falls silent, awaiting his response. Keep your cool, Harrington. He sets the bowl of popcorn on the table, doing his best to ignore Will’s probing question. Is almost successful until—

“Steve, you’re literally in love with her.”

He scoffs at Lucas’ blatant betrayal. Helped the kid practice everyday after school leading up to tryouts and this is how he’s repaid? 

“No,” he says with a tone to convey the end of this conversation. “We’re friends, just friends and that’s it.”

A beat of silence as everyone pretends to watch as Tim Curry greets the six strangers upon their arrival to the mansion.

Dustin coughs. “Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her, Steve.”

“Oh my god.” Max looks like she wants to brain herself on the edge of the coffee table at the stupidity of it all. 

“Fuck off.” Steve huffs in annoyance, “Like I’m gonna take advice from a bunch of high schoolers.”

“Dude.”

“We’ve saved the world.”

“Like, multiple times.”

“And,” El annoyingly points out, “It’s good advice.”

Thankfully, Steve is saved by the bell. The phone trills its ring from somewhere beneath the couch cushions. Unable to find the cordless, he’s forced to answer it in the kitchen.

“Harrington residence.”

There’s music thumping and cross chatter down the line as he tries to make out who’s calling.

“Steve?”

“Rob, that you?”

A laugh, “Yeah, s’me. How you doin’ babe?”

Her voice has taken on that light, dreamy cadence it gets when she’s tipsy or high and, knowing her, it’s probably both.

“Uh, fine.” He turns to check on the kids in the living room, “Watching Clue. Did you need something?”

“Oh my god,” she rasps, “I love that movie!” A hiccup followed by a chuckle. “Nah, I’m good babe. I’m calling for someone else.”

He doesn’t know what to make of that.

“Rob, you know you called my house, right? The kids are here, if you wanna talk to them but—”

“Nonono Stevie,” she says in a rush, “M’callin’ about your girl.”

“My… girl.”

“Yep.”

The sounds of the phone being handed off to someone else. A few breaths and then, “Hi Steve.”

And oh.

Your voice is low and breathy through the phone, he can hear you giggling about something to Robin as you pull the speaker away from your mouth ‘I’m on the phone Buckley.’

He melts, just a bit. Because he knows that tone very well— when you fall asleep leaning against his shoulder during movie nights or take a brief nap sitting shotgun in his car, all raspy and sweet. 

“Hey honey,” he coos, voice incredibly fond. Steve turns, closing himself off from the din in the living room. “Y’doin’ okay?”

“Mmhm, tired though.”

“Is that right?’

A yawn. “Yeah,” he can hear the pout in your voice, “Rob doesn’t wanna leave yet and Eddie went upstairs with someone like, forever ago.”

Steve’s already grabbing his keys from the counter. “Stay with Robin, okay? I’m coming get you.”

“Thanks Stevie,” you sigh prettily, “You’re the best.”

_

Dustin (unhelpfully) advised him to get flowers before he left, so Steve put Max in charge, out of spite. Which unfortunately broke the levy for a barrage of romantic advice from literal children: hold the door, make eye contact, give her your jacket and be on the left side of the sidewalk.

It’d be endearing if it wasn’t so tragic.

He rolls up to the house to find not only Robin, but Eddie too, at your side seated on the sidewalk. He crosses the hood of the car as you stand with a soft smile, “Sorry Steve,” you say, less sloshed since the phone call, but still tired. “Didn’t mean to ruin your night.”

“C’mon honey,” he scoffs, “There’s no way you could ruin my night.” He ushers you to the passenger seat, arm around your waist. He can smell the beer from the keg and stale cigarettes on you, laced with the comforting scent your perfume. 

He shuts the door after reminding you to put on your seatbelt and turns back to Eddie and Robin. They look like they’re up to no good— Eddie’s smirking and got that glint in his eye that says he’ll be a problem, all the while Rob has a dopey grin on her face.

“She’s had water and we took the drinks from her a while ago,” Eddie says, waving back at you from the sidewalk. “Try to have her eat something.”

Steve rolls his eyes. Like he needs advice from a dungeon master on how to deal with a drunk.

Robin blinks owlishly, “Ooh, Hardee’s, get her that.”

Steve laughs as Eddie shepherds Robin away. Says something about not fucking it up and using protection. He can’t bring himself to care as he slides back into the car. The radio kicked on as he starts the car, David Byrne rhapsodizing about a girl as she was. 

He watched as you bop to the song in your seat, bringing an affectionate smile to his face— eyes closed, hair whipping back in the cool night breeze as you sing along. The axels squeak when Steve pulls into the drive-thru lane.

Try as he might to keep his gaze on you, to watch you a little longer, the intercom sputters to life—a young boy’s voice greeting mechanically but trying nonetheless to adhere to Hardee’s hospitality best he can.

The burger you’d gotten—medium, double meat, bacon, all toppings between—has completely fallen apart in a splat back onto the wax paper in your lap.

“Here, honey.”

He fumbles for napkins. But you wave his worries away, licking your fingers before diving in to deconstruct your food.

“Sorry—I promise I have my shit together.” Another giggle, “Not doing well here. Makin’ a mess your car and everything.”

“I, uh, I think you’re doin’ great.”

The words slip out before he can catch them and around a mouthful of fries, you thank him, and then you take a breath, and he can literally see you winding up for another enormous bite.

“Sorry,” you pause sheepishly, “M’ starving—skipped lunch on accident.” You take the enormous bite he saw coming, and then, “Also doesn’t help—mm—nervous.”

Steve chews on a fry and slurps his soda, driving with ease. “Nervous ‘bout what?”

You swallow and steal his drink, “Weren’t you on a date?”

He blinks.

You blink.

He blinks again.

“No, I was watching movies with the kids.”

His face is so hot that he thinks someone must have thrown a fire into him. Should he have just gone along with it instead? It’s old news by now that King Steve had turned in his crown for a walkie-talkie and chauffeuring a bunch of teens around.

A beat passes and he tries again, now at the end of the meal and the stain on your shirt starting to sink in and spread, heavy enough to dip toward the skin beneath. “Do you want to take your shirt off?”

You choke on soda and add another splatter down your chest, “What?”

“You can wear my jacket,” he clarifies. “Give it back later. I mean, if you…” He frowns. “Uh. Um.”

The beemer comes to a stop in front of he Harrington house. Lights still on in the living room signalling that the party is still there. 

You changed out of your shirt, ducking down in the front seat bashfully (“Look away, damn it.”), your old t-shirt in a crumple inside his pocket. His jacket hung a bit loose, but zipped up all the way and it was a good enough cover for a while.

There’s a smear of grease on your cheek from the burger and Steve knows it’s just a personality trait at this point. He laughs when you stick your tongue out, trying to find exactly where it is before giving up and asking him to wipe it off.

He shoves his hands in his pocket afterwards, thumb jammed inside his fist like a souvenir, keeping it there the rest of the walk up the drive, all the way up to the front door of his house before he wonders if he should have been trying to hold your hand.

Maybe not.

“I missed this,” he says, brushing his shoulder against yours.

You hum, knocking your hip against his. “Thanks for dinner,” you say, looking up at him.

“Yeah, of course.”

“And picking me up.” A beat passes. “And the jacket, too. It’s really nice… comfortable and, uh, smells… good. Like, cinnamon and… nice body wash and… trees.” You make a queasy face and close your eyes for a second, pinching the bridge of your nose uncomfortably as Steve looks on.

Oh, he realizes. You must be woozy.

Oh, he realizes. You’re gonna hurl.

“Steve,” Your voice is small and tight, and you look like you’re struggling to take steadying breaths. “I gotta sit down.”

“Right,” he replies. You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck before he turns and unlocks the door.

The kids are passed out on the sofa and reclining chairs in the living room. He locks the door and sneaks you upstairs, hands politely on your waist to steady you on your feet. Guides you to the left toward the guest bath and flips on the lights. 

“You alright?”

The fluorescents cast you in a hazy yellow glow, squinting at the bright light. You paw at the countertop for something, water? You turn to open a drawer and find a spare toothbrush— the blue one, yours, a freebie from a check-up and gloop some toothpaste on the bristles. With a nod in response, you begin to brush your teeth, faucet running as you fill a cup of water. 

Steve leaves you with a clean washcloth and towel, should you need them, and goes to check that his room isn’t a complete disaster. Bed sheets are clean-ish and he doesn’t have time to run them through the wash, though there’s always one of the guest rooms…

“Hey.”

He startles slightly, not hearing you walk in. You’ve toed off your shoes by the door and are looking sheepish, lip pulled between your teeth. “Can I borrow some clothes?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

Steve pulls open some drawers, rifling through for something for you to sleep in. Throws your top into his hamper while he’s at it. He turns back to you with a ‘Hawkins Athletics’ shirt that’s seen better days and a pair of flannel pajamas. Shoves them toward you awkwardly and then promptly turns around to let you have some privacy while you change.

“Thanks.”

He makes a strangled noise of confirmation and clears his throat. “No problem.”

Hearing the rustling of sheets, he turns back around and catches sight of your bare leg as you hunker down in his bed. Heat rushes to his cheeks when he spies the pajama pants neatly folded and placed on his nightstand. You turn on your side, burrowing and fluffing the pillows to your liking.

Steve makes quick work of brushing his teeth and getting ready for bed. Shoes by the door next to yours, jeans shucked into a pile by his desk, keeps his shirt on for the sake of decency, and slips in next to you. 

“I appreciate you coming to get me, y’didn’t have to do that.”

His arm drapes against your shoulder while you snuggle into him, casual affection being the norm between you two. He swallows thickly, tries to regulate his breathing when your hand rests against his chest.

“What’re friends for?”

“Hmm,” you consider for a moment. “Friends may not be the most accurate term.”

Steve bristles at that. 

“What do you mean?” He turns toward you, heart racing— did you not want to be friends anymore? Did he do something wrong?

Your face is impassive, blank. Steve couldn’t even begin to guess at what you’re thinking, is afraid to even try.

Then, you smile.

Fuck. That smile.

“S-so, not friends then?”

Steve is not a religious man, but he prays that your smile means what he thinks it does. Slowly reaching toward you, he brushes a lock of hair from your face, fingers grazing your cheek. 

Mischievously, you lean in, touch him soft on the lips and every beat of his pulse seems to be seeking out the sweet plush of your mouth. “If we were just friends, I shouldn’t wanna kiss you so bad, but we both seem to be … not good… at following decorum, so…” Your eyes light up teasingly, “What d’ya say?”

Steve makes a noise like a whimper. Wow. Babysitter extraordinaire with a bat of nails under his bed and it’s your smile that does him in.

You kiss him again, longer than the last, giggling softly and tugging on his bottom lip like you could pull his entire body toward you with just that. “I’m sure we could find a few more rules to break.”

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[whispering-about-the-tmnt]

I know Leo is your favorite. I am curious what’s your opinion on Raph?

I love him! I actually love all the guys pretty much equally, it's just that I love Leo a tiny bit more.

The thing about Raph, though, is in some of the iterations he is reduced down to a base "angry guy" personality; and I prefer it when the writers tell us why he is angry, and show more aspects of who he is.

For example, the "why" being, as Splinter put it in my story "Something Wicked", when Raph got angry and punches things after... well, that's a spoiler:

"I am sorry if someone has hurt you in their anger," he said, placing his touch on the teen's arm. "But I swear to you that Raphael would never do so. He is first and foremost a protector, and he believes at this moment that he has failed in that charge. Would you feel any different, if one person you loved was missing, and two others unwell?"

He wants to protect people; that is his primary personality trait, not "angry guy". That is doubtless why he became Nightwatcher in the 2007 movie. It wasn't because he wanted to go out there bashing heads in (that was just a bonus), it was because he wanted to protect people, and when Leo left they stopped doing that. Interestingly, the things that Leo found distasteful about the Nightwatcher were very much the same things that Leo himself was doing in the jungle in South America, but it seems that Raph was actually more conscious of not killing anyone in the process (you can't tell me that Leo let that guy in the Jeep actually live... not with that blood-curdling scream).

But, yeah, Raph and Leo are actually very much alike in that they are protectors of others, except that Leo goes about it very differently. The jungle example notwithstanding, in most versions Leo is the big brother that goes to his younger sibling's bullies and gives them a calm warning; Raph is the big brother that goes to his younger sibling's bullies and pushes them against the wall and tells them to back the hell off or deal with him... then he goes home and smacks the younger sibling across the head.

He can be very soft when he wants to be, though, so those soft moments have much more of an impact. Like in Tales Of Leo in 2k3, when he was the only one to cry when he told his story; or in both Bayverse and MM when he confessed his love for his brothers when he thought they were all going to die; or how well he got along with little Yoshi in TMNT 3; or when, in the 2007 movie, he told Splinter about Leo getting taken; or in Batman Vs. TMNT when he lectured Batman about the importance of family. But one of the most heart-wrenching moments had to be in Same As It Never Was when he was dying and used his last ounces of strength to crawl to Leo's side.

And as I said, I love it when his other interests are put on display. Like when he is shown knitting and carving in Bayverse, or working on his bike in 2k3, or playing video games with the guys in whatever iteration. In the future world of the TMNT Archie run, he is shown to be married and runs a restaurant where he is the chef. And though it is not an interest, knowing that he is afraid of insects makes him seem more down-to-earth and less of just the tough turtle.

Some of his "traits", I must admit, are simply headcanons to me. Because of his protective nature, I like to think of him as a gifted medic (albeit one whose bedside manner could use some working on), whose medical knowledge is second only to Don's. Also, I picture him being able to speak Spanish, which he learned by hanging out with people in the Bronx (also where he picked up his distinct-in-the-family accent). Both of those things, again, I wrote into "Something Wicked", which even has a whole chapter about Raph called "The Protector".

So, yeah, I think Raph is awesome! I just wish we could see more of it onscreen, you know? I am really looking forward to how Tales Of The TMNT utilizes him!

Anyways, thank you for the ask! Sorry the answer was so long!

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[givemea-dam-break]

could i request angst prompts 16, 27 and 37 (maybe a bonus 49) for lockwood x reader? i love your writing so much, you’re literally one of my favourite fic writers <3

a/n: awwww thank you i’m so glad you like my stuff!! and yesssss of course you all know how much i love writing angst!!! as per usual, this kind of thing needed to be set on a rainy day because what better angst than rainy angst is there?

warnings: angst ofc, mild language prompts: "What if I love you?", "Don't say we can still be friends. It never works like that." and "I made a mistake coming here." gn reader

It wasn't meant to go like this.

In the movies, the girl always gets the guy. The main characters always fall in love, even when things go wrong. Issues are always resolved. There's always a happy ending.

So where's yours?

You've done nothing but try. Try to be a good friend; try to be the best person you could be. Hell, you tried to be happy while the person you love most in the world seemed to take an interest in anyone but you. But it has amounted to nothing. Absolutely nothing.

As the rain seeps through your thin jacket and your jeans, you feel like a statue, entirely unmoving and frozen in place. How are you supposed to move with what you've just said to the boy you love, your closest friend, the person you would give anything not to lose?

What if I love you?

The words seem to hang in the air between you and Lockwood, a tangible thing you could reach out and hold and snap if you so wish. Not even the rain can wash them away.

Lockwood stands before you, wet hair plastered to his forehead, cheeks flushed from the November air. He's just as still as you, not even his eyes moving from your face. Those dark eyes you had just been staring longingly into. The ones you've found comfort in for years. The ones you know you'll never be able to face again.

Fuck.

You want to bash your head off the wall just a few feet away or melt into the puddles beneath your feet, never to be seen again. You want to scream and curse at yourself for being so stupid, for ruining something so good. Even though he wasn't yours, at least you had him. Now there's no chance of that.

"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I don't - I, um..."

What can you say? I'm sorry for admitting my love to you even though I am extremely aware you don't feel the same? No, you can't. He's completely capable of telling you that simply through the pained expression on his face.

"I made a mistake coming here," you say, glancing at the street of cafés you stand on currently. You had agreed to grab a coffee with Lockwood while you were case-free, but now you realise how much of a mistake that was. "I think I'm going to, uh..."

What? Head home? You live in the same house as him. You've nowhere to go, nowhere in the city, at least. God, you never realised how hard it would be to make an escape plan in a city like London. It's likely you can't afford a hotel room to hide in for the next million years, not with the wage you're being paid.

"You don't have to go," Lockwood says, and you notice the weird tone of his voice. He's confused and concerned, and you can tell he feels guilty though he's got no need to feel it. He's not obligated to return your feelings.

You wrap your arms around yourself, clinging to any warmth you can find. "We both know I do, Lockwood. I can't - I've ruined things between us. And I didn't - I didn't mean to say it, believe me, but now I just... Now that you know, I can't stay. Not at Portland Row, not here, not for a little while at least. It's too much."

"Just because we feel different," he says, "doesn't mean you can't stay, (name). We can still -"

"Don't say we can still be friends," you interrupt. "It never works like that."

He looks desperate for a moment, and he reaches out to touch your arm, the way he always does when he knows you're upset, but you move back a step, out of his reach. You're afraid that if he touches you, you'll implode.

"I know you don't feel the same," you say, looking anywhere but at him. "And that's okay. Honestly, it is. I just need space, is all."

You feel selfish for saying it, but it's true. Being around him now that he knows will be too hard. You want to believe that things can go back to how they were when you were both as close as close could be, but you're right. It never works out that way. You can't sit in his house, being paid by him for your work, watching him take interest in other people when you long for him to see you that way.

"I won't be gone forever," you say, but you both know it's a lie.

Unless there's some miracle, there's a very slim chance of you staying with Lockwood, Lucy, and George indefinitely. The thought of having to try and forget feelings so strong while living with him feels like you're tearing your own heart out. It's easier to just remove yourself from a situation like that.

"This all..." He rakes a hand through his hair, and the frown on his face makes your heart ache, yearning for that beautiful smile of his. "It's a bit drastic and rushed, don't you think? Can't you - can't you just stay?"

You shake your head. "I need time to work through everything."

"You haven't even thought this through! Twenty minutes ago, we were going to head home together, and you would stay."

"Lockwood -"

"You can't just leave. Not when - (name), I can't lose you."

Your heart shatters when he says that.

After knowing Lockwood for a few years, he's trusted you enough to tell you of his family's deaths, and his fear of losing more people. It's why he's always stayed a step removed from people until you. It kills you to think you'll cause him pain like that, making his fear come true. But, for your own sanity, you can't stay.

"I'm sorry. I just -"

His arms are around you before you can really comprehend it, holding you so, so close. You can hear his heartbeat, feel the warmth of his skin beneath the cold rain, and it's the worst form of torture you could ever conjure up.

"Please, stay."

You've never been able to deny him anything. Not a late-night stroll, not a secret extra biscuit behind George's back, not an under-researched case he just wants to get out of the way.

And, despite the agony in your chest, you still can't deny him. It's because you love him so much that you can't, so much that you'd willingly put yourself through the pain of his presence just so he could be happy. You can't leave him, no matter how hard it is to stay; no matter how painful the feeling in your chest is because you know how badly his losses have affected him. You can't be the one to inflict that sort of pain again.

So, as your heart tears itself apart and tries to stitch it back together, you say, "Yes." Because no will not leave your lips.

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[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Losers Aren’t Weepers (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Losers Aren’t Weepers

series summary:  

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:  

Y/n copes with the fact she's seen the infamous face of The Joker in the aftermath of having sex with him. The decision to take their newly found relationship is taken more seriously than before and it only weights on her as well. Will the two new love birds settle quietly within their new role or will things be even more awkward now that they are together?

Authors Note:

I want to thank everyone who sent out thoughts and messages as I struggled with the loss of my furbaby. For a while there I didn't have the mindset or the energy to write, but I found a way. I couldn't leave you all hanging and on a cliffhanger no less!! So here is another installment of my dreams turned fanfic that I hope you all thoroughly enjoy! I truly look forward to any comments and feedback: They are my fuel to keep going!

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Shocking news at the top of the hour.

Popular YA author, Y/N L/N, found dead in her apartment at the age of (insert). Authorities suspect foul play as the young writer was found in her shower with the water still running. Her work precedes her as the famous hit series, Will Hunter Bill is in the works of being turned into a movie starring famous actor...

Okay Y/n, maybe that's a bit too dramatic. Was it too pretentious of you to write your own breaking news headline? You didn't think so since your days were numbered after seeing a glimpse of Joker's bare face.

You were still huddled in the corner of the shower, wet hands covering your eyes and awaiting sudden death. Hopefully Joker would be merciful and make it quick.

A good snap of the neck or perhaps bashing your head into the tiled wall. If he got creative, he could choke you with the loofah string. Once again, writing mystery and thriller novels really broadened your knowledge of ways to kill people.

The possibilities were endless! You just wished Joker hurried up and picked one. You didn't dare to turn around but you ultimately became curious when nothing happened after a while.

Obviously you weren't tripping.

Makeup + fake name = secret. Joker was keeping his true identity from everyone yet here you are alive and well with a portion of that truth. He killed others for less. So why were you still alive? You considered yourself a somewhat lucky person but this didn't feel right. You pinched yourself to see if you were dreaming but the pain confirmed what you already knew. This was really happening. So you tempted fate and stole a peek through your fingers.

Sweet baby Jesus and the grown one too.

The sight was straight out of a Shojo anime. Joker's profile was facing you with sharp lines and dripping with masculinity through the shower fog.

In another life you believed Joker could have been a teenage heartthrob or some famous model. His eyes were closed as he washed the remainder of his makeup off and the swirls of white, red, and black dripped down his toned arms in a tantalizing manner.

And he would tip his head back underneath the shower head like this was some moody cologne commercial! Your heart skipped a beat from the fan service. Now you understand how high schoolers in anime could pop nose bleeds on command. Watching Joker wash off felt illegal. Maybe you did die and this was heaven.

You weren't hiding it anymore. You were openly staring with no shame. The man was all types of fine and right there for your viewing pleasure, heck yeah you were going to indulge!

Joker was foul for hiding his athletic build underneath dark suits and cloaks but you were glad you were the only one that got to see him like this. Each moment you spent with him felt intimate and sacred. Joker was gorgeous and all yours to admire. Without his signature red lipstick, his facial scars were more subdued and not as prominent. If you weren't actively seeking them out, you wouldn't have paid any attention to them.

You were biased of course but who cared about that? His scars took a backseat in your observation. His skin was surprisingly normal in appearance and your hands itched to touch it now that there wasn't any grease paint in the way.

Would it be soft just like you imagined it was? Scratch that. Would Joker allow you to touch him so intimately? You were sure he was going to kill you for catching just a mere glimpse.

You were so caught up in your own head, you didn't see when Joker opened his eyes and noticed that you were staring. He knew you were drifting off into lala land by how distant your e/c eyes were. He dragged a wet hand through his hair before reaching out towards you.

That put an end to your thoughts real quick. This was it; he was gonna kill you.

"Don't kill me! My favorite tv show isn't complete yet!" You screamed when Joker's hand came in contact with your wrist.

He wasn't surprised by the crazy things you said anymore. It was just a trait of yours that he accepted long ago but he did take offense to the former part of your statement.

Your other bouts of nonsense were muffled by Joker covering your lips with his own. You stopped talking and automatically looped your arms around his neck to return the romantic gesture.

Joker was such a good kisser he could quite literally reboot your thought process. It was still reloading when he pulled away to speak.

"M'not gonna kill ya sweetheart. Why would I do that?"

You stuttered trying to come up with a reply as Joker warmed you back up to his touch. The hot water pouring over his shoulder and down your naked chest in a rapid downfall aided his efforts. Anywhere that the water touched, Joker hands followed soon after. You hardly noticed him grabbing your favorite colored loofah and lathering your skin up since his kisses distracted you so well.

He cleaned you so effortlessly– like this was an everyday occasion between the two of you. The level of trust you surrendered to him was both comforting and concerning. You really did trust Joker wholeheartedly. He had free reign with your body to do with as he pleased.

'I slept with Joker. Just what were you thinking, Y/n?' You thought to yourself.

Even worse, you were actively showering with him! The aftercare was far too romantic and it didn't match Joker's character at all.

You weren't quite sure if you liked this soft version of Joker yet. It was unusual to see him so caring and eager to please. Maybe sex changed his perception of things? You doubted it.

He was still clueless about his true feelings but you could still sense his intentions in the way he barely touched your skin with each pass of the shower puff that sent goosebumps to blossom all over your body. Joker was treating you like fine china and given enough time, you could get used to being pampered but right now you kept an eye on him.

As Joker washed your upper body, you finally addressed the elephant in the room.

"Why would you kill me? B-Because I saw your face that's why! I-I know what you—" You gasped when Joker raised his head and stared you down.

You saw an array of freckles scattered across Joker's nose and you really wanted to count each one along with the long eyelashes he had. They fanned across his cheekbones every time he blinked, mesmerizing you with their beauty.

"Yeah? What about it? It was only a matter of time you saw me with-out my makeup." Joker rolled his eyes and continued rubbing the loofah down your back in soothing circles.

You hoped he wasn't downplaying the situation as a coping mechanism. This wasn't something to be taken lightly. He revealed a crucial part of himself! Shouldn't he be angry that you saw his face? You were so confused by his nonchalant attitude.

"Joker.. This is a big deal. I could go to the GCPD with this!"

He knew you weren't going to the police. He rolled his eyes at your empty threat and continued scrubbing you down. You didn't like his sass and reached up to grab his cheek, practically pleading for him to see the bigger picture here. Surely he felt it.

The innocent touch was amplified now that there wasn't a layer of white in the way.

You gained a huge portion of Joker's well guarded trust and you needed to be sure he didn't regret sharing it.

There wasn't much to focus on in the shower yet Joker found a way to avoid eye contact. Your hand felt so warm touching his cheek and it took everything in him to not lean into its comfort.

You faintly registered the mindless shapes the shower puff made on your skin as Joker washed you. His hands were covered in soap as they groped and relaxed on your body with each pass. A man like Joker showing signs of nervousness baffled your brain. You didn't like him so out of sorts and set about calming his nerves.

"Joker look at me." A kaleidoscope of greens immediately returned your gaze.

You saw the color in a brand new light these days. You were forever changed by the unusual hue. It was scary how easy you could decipher what one shade meant over another. Right now, Joker was hiding behind a smokescreen of juniper green indifference. That wouldn't do in your book.

You wanted to drag Joker into a world of acceptance. It was okay to be human. He didn't have to pretend anymore and definitely not around you. Whenever Joker was with you he could be himself and face no judgment. You tried to harness that feeling and translate it into words.

"You know this changes things between us right? We can't go back to.. w-we can't. Ugh screw this! You don't have to pretend with me anymore! I know you now. I shouldn't, but I do. It's okay to be yourself." You finally got your thoughts out and looked at Joker.

He searched your face; for what, you'll never know but apparently he found it. He huffed and dropped the shower puff to cup the back of your neck affectionately.

"I wanna know you too." He mumbled.

Your laugh chiseled away at his cold, dead heart. Since when did he get so soft? Perhaps the exact moment you tripped and fell into his life.

"I'm an open book, you know that."

But that didn't stop Joker from wanting to know more. He wanted to know you word for word, cover to cover. He wanted to immerse himself in the story of Y/n, if you'd let him.

"My favorite one." He mumbled to himself before leaning in.

He kissed you with a subdued energy, savoring what he already knew and learning each new nuance that made you unique along the way. You craned your neck back to deepen the kiss and clawed at anything your needy little hands could grab ahold of. In this case it was Joker's shoulders, still damp from the shower.

Your water bill would be extremely high this month but screw it, that didn't matter right now. Joker's mysterious aura and the hot shower blended together in a wonderful way that clouded your brain from any rational thought.

It felt silly to ever think that Joker would kill you especially since he was steering your body backwards into the shower tiles with love on the brain. You arched your back, gasping from the cold surface and Joker quickly swallowed up the sound while silently commanding you to jump up into his arms with a rough squeeze of your thighs.

You broke away from his lips hesitating, "W-What about your leg?"

His ongoing injury constantly nagged your mind. He carried you just fine out of the warehouse but that could have very well been due to adrenaline. The last you remembered he was recovering from a nasty infection.

Joker grinned and moved his hands to cup your backside before he lifted you up into his arms. From this angle you could look down into his swirling dark eyes. He thought your frown was cute and replied coyly.

"I got it checked. Doc said it needs more time to heal properly but—" Joker flexed his arms pitching you higher in his grasp. Your high pitched squeal of fright made him chuckle.

"I'm not gonna drop ya, Y/n. But uh... you're stuck with me for five more months."

Was he serious? You arched an eyebrow at Joker. Then you remembered the mutual agreement the two of you made that fateful day.

You volunteered to be his nurse in exchange for your life. Joker would rest and recover while keeping a low profile at your apartment then he would be out of your life, that is until feelings and other outside forces extended the original timeframe well past its due date. It was supposed to be two weeks tops dealing with the notorious clown. Almost a month later and Joker had fully integrated himself into your life. You couldn't get rid of him even if you tried.

Your original decision to help a wanted criminal in need clearly went off the rails but could you handle Joker for five more months?

That was enough time for him to officially move in and for you to develop deeper (toxic) feelings, not like you already have, and start adding labels to things that clearly had no business being labeled. But you found yourself unable to tear your gaze from Joker. He had a way of sucking you into his orbit with no guarantee if you would make it out alive.

You felt like Icarus skirting too close to Joker and his fervent destructive powers.

You had to remind yourself that Joker was just a temporary diversion before the inevitability of life tore the two of you apart. He was not a 'happy ever after' book troupe. He couldn't be your endgame, but that didn't mean you would waste the time you did have with him. If this arrangement was only temporary, then you were going to make the most out of every last second. Starting right now.

You wrapped your legs tighter around Joker's waist and played with a wet strand of his hair.

He desperately needed to wash it. "Wow, just five months? Whatever will I do with you?" You teased him.

You were convinced Joker's eyes glowed. "I can think of a lot of things I can do to you, Bunny." He dropped you down just a tad and you felt his growing erection rub against you.

Oh. Oh...

And he had the audacity to call you a bunny. It had barely been fifteen minutes and he was already in the mood for round two. You thanked the gods up above for Joker's stamina. Your last fling called it a night after the first round that hardly lasted ten minutes. Side note: you didn't get to cum. And here Joker was spoiling you rotten in the same hour.

You looked away, "You are seriously a danger to my health."

Joker grinned and repeated his statement from earlier. "Buuuut did you die sweetheart?"

You flushed a faint maroon and scoffed. "Yeah! My hair did! Florence is gonna murder me for not lasting a full month." You patted your braids that were being exposed to the elements even as you spoke.

Unfortunately, Joker wasn't listening to you nor did he care.

He was too busy grinding his dick against your folds and mapping out your plushy curves with his hands. You shivered when he traced your spine with his damp fingers and felt yourself grow wetter. As much as Joker liked holding you in his arms, he did need to get off of his injured leg. He spotted a seat nearby and carried you over.

It was the same bench you used to hold your candles during a nice soak. He wondered how it found its way into the shower but didn't think too much about it.

Joker sat down and plopped you down right on top of his hard on. Green eyes immediately found your gaze and for a moment– time stood still.

The steady stream of water still reached this section of the shower and it beat upon your back in gentle waves however it was nothing compared to the fervent heat that was Joker. The man ran like a furnace and his touch was even hotter. Joker continued to prove your theory of him being the sun correct and you would gladly get burned just to be in his presence. You loved playing with fire.

One day it would be your downfall.

"Lean back Y/n." He whispered.

You tilted your head and Joker admired your puppy-like confusion for a brief second before he pushed you back himself. Your startled moan was the confirmation that his idea had worked. A small jet of water traveled down your chest and concentrated straight onto your clit.

You held onto his shoulders afraid of falling over. "J-Joker!"

"I got ya.. Trust me, Y/n. I got ya." With that heated vow uttered, Joker lowered you down onto his cock. There was no resistance as his dick split you back open.

He was successful in preparing you for entry well without your knowledge. Your body was so responsive to him it was actually rather embarrassing. A little kiss here, a subtle but firm touch there; Joker could play you like an instrument.

You just had sex with Joker yet he managed to take your breath away again. The searing stretch was making you lose all train of thought. It was just too good. Your eyelashes fluttered closed and your mouth fell open in a moan that never escaped your throat.

The trickle of water kept your clit preoccupied while Joker came to a stop, fully sheathed within your warmth. He would never get used to your vice-like grip. After a shaky deep breath, he found the strength to move and slowly rocked you back and forth, groaning from the feeling.

You whimpered at the friction Joker created but he wasn't satisfied with the gentle sway. You deserved so much more. He needed more from you.

One of his hands was big enough to cup your entire back and it was a nice reminder to keep it arched. Not like you needed a reminder since the heavy drag of Joker's dick grazing your walls had your back naturally trying to snap in half. You didn't know whether to accept him or shy away from the sensation.

Joker picked up on your inner dilemma. He felt the tension in your body and also with how you clung to his shoulders with a grimace on your face.  He knew exactly what you were worried about.

"I won't let you fall, Y/n." You met Joker's gaze before bashfully looking away.

You decided to trust Joker and relaxed your body within his hold. He felt the transfer of control and for a brief moment, he almost exploited it, (he really wanted to) but he decided to focus on shifting your weight better so he could begin bouncing you up and down on his dick.

The only thing keeping you from tipping over backwards was Joker's arms and you laid on them moaning out in bliss. You felt put on display for his gaze and tried shielding yourself away but Joker read your body language and slowed down.

"No no no no.. Y/n. Don't be shyyy. Look at me." It wasn't a request, more so a demand– one that you quickly obeyed.

Your e/c met his iridescent green. "Good girl." He grinned and sped back up. After Joker said that, your brain unplugged from the socket.

You couldn't think straight with the heat from the shower and Joker's thrusts into your pussy happening all at once. Each jarring thrust up into your pussy had you gasping for air and clawing at Joker's forearms. He could see all of you splayed out in his arms and he didn't take his eyes off of you less he miss something.

Your breast bounced with each thrust and the water fell off your body in hypnotic patterns. Every inch of you was a work of art, even your moans had a special pitch to them that he could listen to for hours on repeat. Your head was thrown back in pleasure, most likely getting your braids soaking wet although you hardly cared.

You were adrift in a sea of pleasure.

Joker was utterly entranced by you and mumbled who knows what under his breath. You raised your head, straining to hear his nonsensical praises and noticed something spectacular. You weren't the only one caught up in the moment. Joker's cheeks had adopted a rosy hue like he was running a marathon and his handsome smirk was front and center even as he tipped his head back groaning.

"You.. ahh m-make me feel so good.." He canted your name like a prayer and slammed you down harder on his dick, making you whimper. "Sooo. Good." He growled.

This wasn't about gentle touches anymore. This became nothing but primal urges and the pursuit to come undone. If you didn't know any better, you would've been fooled into thinking Joker had it out for your pussy with the way he abused it for his pleasure.

Joker yanked you upright by your neck and you moaned right in his face as his other hand returned to your hip gripping it tight. More bruises to worry about later.

Joker's grip on your waist helped him maintain the brutal pace he created and he would not stop until something deep inside the both of you snapped. The distinctive sound of skin slapping against wet skin echoed throughout the glass enclosure– much louder than the shower still running. Funny how he brought you in here to get clean yet achieved the exact opposite. A shame about the wasted water though.

Perhaps he could help pay your water bill as an apology. You quoted a rough estimate in between a series of hard thrusts. He thought it was cute how your brain blurted out such insignificant facts mid sex.

He was doing a good job of making you go dumb on his cock. Joker loved seeing this new submissive side of you. There was a hot sensation slowly spreading from your core straight to your head and Joker's hand clenching around your throat made the tip of your nose tingle as well.

You would never have imagined you'd have a choking kink if Joker didn't introduce you to the idea. You wondered what other debauchery you'd discover with this madman. Hidden versions of yourself were being forced to the surface. Joker was unlocking your inner slut at every turn, why not embrace it? This was only temporary after all.

If only it weren't. Regardless, you warned Joker about your impending climax with the limited air supply you had. He didn't let up his grip on your throat just because you wanted to talk. In fact, he squeezed even harder.

He took your slurred speech as an open invitation to let go himself. He relocated his arms to wrap around your body in a fierce embrace and you sucked in a deep breath; getting dizzy off the ability to breathe again. Holding you like this was a power high Joker had never felt before. It was beyond incredible keeping you safe while tearing you apart at the seams.

His touch made you this way, no one else's. Only he got to see you writhing in pleasure crying out his name. You were all his.

You gave Joker full control to do whatever he wanted with you. That rush of control spurred Joker on to drive his dick deeper into you. He would never hold back when it came to you.

His bulbous tip repeatedly hit your g spot causing a moan to get caught in your throat. Joker felt your fingers grip his wet hair and glanced your way. Your eyes were heavy lidded but locked onto his dark forest green orbs.

He saw your tongue dart out to lick your lips and dove in. He breathed in your exhale and grinned when you chased after his lips wanting a kiss. He teased you once or twice until he granted your unspoken desire. It was a clash of teeth and tongue but the sheer desperation was felt in each lip lock.

He could taste the thought you didn't dare speak aloud. It wasn't the right time and you didn't want to ruin the mood despite your lips already parting to do just that.

You rested your forehead on Joker's and shuddered when you began to teeter over the edge. "Joker, I.. l-"

He interrupted you by biting your lower lip. He tugged at it and witnessed the exact moment your brain turned into mush. Any other thoughts fizzled away as you stared into a green void.

Maybe the heat was getting to you because you swore you heard Joker whisper a soft, "I know." on your lips before stars exploded and you crumbled apart one atom at a time.

Joker laughed as your world came crashing down. It was better than any heist he could ever plan and no reward was sweeter than watching your pleasure consume you whole.

Your body twitched uncontrollably in his hold, so he held you tighter. "That's it Bunny. L-let it ahh.. out. Breathe and give it all to meee." You obeyed without a fuss.

Joker tried to prolong his own release but your fluttering walls gripped him so tight he couldn't escape. Not like he wanted to. Joker wanted to stay buried deep inside your pussy forever but he wouldn't last another minute within this glorious torture.

He chanted praises to your name as he chased after his own climax, not once caring about your overstimulated body weeping for mercy.

Your nails left claw marks on his shoulders and upper back as you cried out for more. Like you could handle anymore. You were seconds away from a heatstroke. Maybe this was the way Joker would kill you off. This was fine. It was a great way to go. You definitely had to applaud him for choosing a fun method because Joker turning you into his personal fleshlight was euphoric.

You were a ragdoll crying on his lap as he worked himself to a peak he never reached before. He thought the first round in the bedroom was mind blowing, you just kept getting better and better.

The steam only hyphened the rush of endorphins as Joker lost the ability to think straight when he came. His lips brushed your ear and you got to hear every grunt and incredibly hot broken moan leave Joker's mouth. How utterly amazing it was to render Gotham City's most notorious criminal into a moaning mess. You would celebrate that feat later.

Joker mindlessly grinded his cock into you but gradually came to a stop after he was spent. You were grateful since the overstimulation was beginning to hurt.

The shower was still running in the background though you hardly heard it over the sound of your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears. Joker was in the same boat, panting like mad, but he still had the urge to stroke your skin– he still needed physical contact well after the sex was over to ground him back to Earth.

You clung to Joker absolutely numb, trying to come to when he decided to let you go.

The sudden loss of him snapped you out of your afterglow. Joker slipped out of you and laid you down on the bench so he could go retrieve the long forgotten loofah off of the shower floor.

You just blinked owlishly, ignoring the trickle of cum leaking out of you. You hoped to regain brain function soon.

Joker stood under the main stream of water for a minute (secretly pulling himself together) before returning to your side. And like he didn't give you another earth shattering orgasm– Joker picked up right where he left off, rubbing the shower puff along your body and bestowing kisses along the way.

He cleared his throat when your body jerked at his touch but continued unfazed. Joker picked up your limbs to give them gentle scrub downs before moving on. He was a blurry figure focused on the task at hand in your eyes.

His actions confused you. Your curiosity couldn't take it anymore. "W-why are you being so nice to me?"

Joker glanced at you for a spell until his eyes averted back to your stomach. He avoided your question by rubbing your organic soap into your skin in tantalizing circles. You grabbed his wrist to get his attention.

Joker popped a bubble on your waist and shrugged his shoulders. "Do you wanT me to be mean, Y/n?"

On cue, a dark sinister air overtook Joker's features. You secretly loved it. You knew Joker could flip a switch and be mean if you simply asked him to, but that's not what you wanted– at least not right now. He was avoiding the point here.

This soft, doting version of Joker would take some getting used to but you didn't hate it per se. It was just.. different. A new concept. You found the energy to sit up before standing on your own two feet. Joker rose to his full height to tower over you and kept a cautious hand outstretched– ready to catch you when your knees would eventually give out.

You took a step forward and just like he predicted, you stumbled. Your Dark Prince was there for you to lean on. He did get a little cocky witnessing your weak state (that he caused) and received another glare from you.

Once you were stable enough, he quickly spun you around.

"Joker!" You slapped your hands on the subway tiles in front of you to brace yourself. If he was gonna take you again, all he had to do was ask.

You jumped when hot water hit your body from all sides in a calm drizzle. Joker had redirected the shower head to suit his needs again. Since when did he become an expert on your shower controls?

Your breasts were squished against the wall as he kissed the back of your neck and idly scrubbed your back. "You were saying?" He reminded you.

How did he expect you to reply like this? His hands were massaging your soap in with a firm touch and his tall frame caged you against the wall like a frightened animal. It was definitely a turn on.

"L-Like right now! You're washing my back and giving off soft daddy vibes. WAIT!" You looked over your shoulder at Joker's amused grin. "What I meant to say is... your hands are used to detonating bombs and carving smiles on people's faces, not washing..."

You moaned aloud when he grabbed a handful of your breasts with wet, soapy hands. His words floated into your ear.

"I don't hear ya complainin' doll." Joker kissed the back of your burning ears and slotted his hands down to your waist. He cursed under his breath and you flushed harder at his compliment.

It was truly amazing how Joker could make you feel both sexy and insecure at the same time.

His touch danced across your body like a skater on ice but you felt the possessive drags of his fingers carve into your dark skin. Underneath his sweet caresses was a man who could tear you apart if he wanted to. You turned your head and met Joker's neon green eyes again. It was literally like staring into a hungry wolf's eyes.

Your only coherent thought: You couldn't believe Joker actually covered up such a handsome face every day. And his: He couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you gave him a chance.

Both thoughts were made at the same time and both of you came to another agreement without saying a single word.

You had nothing to lose throwing yourself into this torrid affair. He would lose nothing in return. Five more months with you. Did he deserve such an honor? Probably not, but it was all he could spare. Any more wouldn't be fair to either of you. Some things weren't meant to be.

Neither of you were quite sure who kissed who first. You simply fell into Joker's open arms and the shell protecting his heart cracked open to let you in.

"We should seriously get out, Joker. My hands are all pruney."

A pale hand rose up from under the water to grab yours. Joker held your hand up to his line of sight and hummed in agreement but didn't move to exit the claw foot tub.

You had venomously complained about your future water bill while in the shower with Joker well over an hour ago. Of course he didn't relocate immediately upon your request. He had his fun showing off his meaner side and used your hips like handlebars while railing into you from behind.

You had nothing to hold onto as Joker forced more orgasms out of you. You had already passed your personal record but you'd never tell Joker that and stroke his ego even more. It became an obsession to see you come undone. With that knowledge, he would be unstoppable.

He loved extracting orgasms from you probably more than he loved watching Gotham burn.

You must've passed out in the shower since the next thing you knew, Joker had you lying on his chest submerged in the bathtub. He didn't try any more funny business here. The time in the bathtub was strictly used to clean up the mess that he made in the shower.

Your head was still spinning but you felt his hands wash you properly before he leaned back with you in his arms. Joker mysteriously kept the water hot as the both of you lay in the bathtub soaking and enjoying each other's company.

He took up drawing lazy patterns on the bruises forming along your body. He didn't mean to be so rough.. but he literally couldn't help himself when it came to you. Joker tried so hard to be gentle but you tested his patience time and time again until he finally snapped.

You got a glimpse of what Joker was truly capable of and now you were facing the consequences.

Although you would happily poke the bear as many times necessary to feel this good again. Sex with Joker was indescribable. You knew it wouldn't last so you slid your hand from his chest up into his now shampooed hair. Apparently you were the one who washed it in between getting your back blown out in the shower.

Months ago you thought that all of Joker's hair was dyed his signature green. On the contrary, his hair was a beautiful shade of brown with various hues of green running throughout it. You were dying to see its true potential, blow dried and styled. After all, Joker was an attractive man.

His choice in hair color completed his overall terrifying look as The Joker, yet for once you wanted to see a normal version of the man who terrorized Gotham. He already peeled back a layer of himself by removing his makeup. What was next?

You glanced up and was taken aback by his raw beauty all over again. Joker's head was reclined on the back of the tub and his eyes were closed, looking every bit a Greek god. He appeared to be asleep and as much as you wanted him to get his rest, (the man rarely slept) you had an urge to kiss him.

You were leaning in to claim your prize when a piercing gaze startled you.

His eyes were so warm like two cups of matcha. They displayed his satisfaction and relaxed state all because of you. You were unable to look away.

"Can I... uh helP you with something?" He asked.

Dewy fingers rose from the water and dripped down your sides. Joker must have some kind of obsession with your hips since he couldn't keep his hands off of them. He loved exploring all of your body but his hands always found their way back to his favorite handles.

"I... um. We should.." You stalled and Joker arched an eyebrow, urging you along. "We should get out. I need to moisturize." You finally mustered out.

You didn't wait for him. Seconds after you mumbled your suggestion, you rose from the bathtub and stepped down the platform towards the towels Joker set aside.

Joker eyed you like a hawk toweling off before you sat down on the wooden bench (dragged from the shower and put back in its rightful place) to start lotioning up.

His nose was hit with the rich smell of shea butter. He could watch you hum and lather your body up with lotion all day long. Not one inch of your skin was spared from the enriching moisture. You ended your session with a generous amount of butter directly onto your face. You glistened like a shiny new penny under the warm glowing lights.

Unfortunately you ruined the show by donning a bathrobe and tying it around your waist tight. That's when you looked up at Joker still submerged in the tub.

"Well? Aren't you getting out?" You laughed.

"You're the one who hopped out unexpectedly, Y/n. I was fine with just relaxing." Joker stressed his syllables again but rolled his eyes when you didn't look impressed.

He pulled the drain with a sigh before standing up, not catching your reaction when he stepped out of the tub bare naked and dripping wet.

"Sheesh.."

Joker quirked an eyebrow at you. Why were you shocked at something you've already seen and touched? It didn't make any sense to Joker but he was a chiseled Adonis, tall, mysterious and deadly in your eyes.

You cleared your throat and turned around to pout at your reflection in the mirror. Your faux locs were beyond saving. With the steady stream of water from the shower, to practically drowning them in the tub, they were waterlogged and puffing up at the scalp. You only wore them for three weeks tops.

"Great. I'm gonna have to do my hair tomorrow."

You didn't notice Joker walking up behind you but felt when he rested his chin on the top of your head and returned your gaze through the mirror.

"I can help you uh take them down.. ya know." He picked up a loc and twirled it in between his fingertips.

Your doubtful eye roll had him sighing. "Why so serious Y/n? I offered up my services did I not?"

"I wouldn't have to take them down in the first place if someone were a bit more careful while having his way with me! Were you trying to sweat my braids out?" You asked.

"Yeah." Joker said it like it was common knowledge.

You dragged a hand over your face and ignored your eye twitching. "Sure you did. Do you even know how to take down braids, this particular kind at that, Joker?"

"I can show ya way better than I can tell ya." He smirked, glancing down at your neck poking out of the fluffy bathrobe you wore. The first of many love bites were visible, a testament to Joker's insatiable lust. The rest would develop as the night dragged on if he didn't add any more. You had no doubt that he would.

Who knows how long you spent in the bathroom with Joker. The sun had already set when you two finally made it inside your penthouse and you didn't have any clocks nearby to tell the actual time.

There were a ton of questions you wanted to hound Joker with but he didn't give you a moment of reprieve to ask. How did he find you so fast? Why did he care enough to come rescue you after two weeks of radio silence? How many cameras did he have installed in your apartment, and where did the two of you stand at the current moment?

Of course you two shared a moment in the shower, amongst other things, but you were a woman of clarity. You liked important things written in black and white so no discrepancies could be found.

Five months was a big deal compared to two weeks. Did Joker really want to stay in your apartment for that long? Would he contribute anything to its upkeep? How were you going to keep him a secret this time?

"Aht aht aht, Y/n. Stop thinking." You blinked back to the present to feel Joker turning you around to face him. "I know that look from anywhere. You don't have to think about anything else, at least not tonight. You've been through a loT today. Let me handle the rest."

"But–"

He shut you up with a kiss. "Can I borrow your lotion?" His random request threw you off guard and your soft 'huh' wasn't any better.

Joker was already reaching for the bottle before your brain caught up to what he was asking.

"Go get dressed and meet back up in my room. Bring all of your uh hair stuff. Actually... whatever you need for the rest of the night. You're sleeping with meee." He kissed you again and shoved you towards the door.

In your confusion you didn't comment on his rough treatment. "Wait what? I am?"

One look at his green eyes had you turning to do as he said.

"Geez, sir yes sir." You mumbled under your breath.

"I heard that Y/n."

You heard his footsteps following yours and quickly slammed the door closed. You'd regret that later, judging by his sinister laugh.

Right now you had a mini slumber party to prepare for.

Your heart was beating wildly in preparation for whatever Joker had in store. As you walked towards your bedroom, you eyed the clock in the kitchen. It was well past midnight.

"Tch. Good thing I don't have work in the morning." You joked to yourself. Your hand rested on the brass doorknob of your private bedroom.

You wanted to trust that Joker respected your privacy and didn't install any cameras in here. But how could you be so sure? The handle was cool to the touch and you opened it with caution. A rush of cold air greeted you and the sight of pristine conditions and an undisturbed room.

You knew how you left it down to the placement of the pillows on the bed to the stack of books on your nightstand. No one had entered in your absence, at least that you could tell. And so you breathed a sigh of relief. This room was your sanctuary and you'd wage war if anyone disturbed it. Even with Joker.

It was then you remembered why you were in here. Pajamas and hair supplies. You honestly didn't have the energy to take your braids down tonight, especially after knowing it was so late. The darkness pouring in from your windows confirmed the hour. Gotham City's nightlife was thriving down on the streets below but with your current mindset, you didn't care much for it. You were beat after today's harrowing events that were slowly creeping up on you.

Not including surviving through Joker's three plus romps in the shower, a girl was tiied. But if Joker was offering to do all the work then by all means.

"Might as well change into some clothes for the night." You walked over to your closet where overhead lights illuminated a room full of racks and drawers.

Joker mentioned you were sleeping with him tonight. Should you wear what you normally wore to bed or jazz it up to try and seduce him again? Not like he needed any more incentive. Joker was quite the aggressive lover. If he wanted something, he simply took it, no questions asked.

You rubbed your sore waist from learning that the hard way. Maybe that was enough sex for the day. Your vagina would thank you tomorrow morning after some much needed rest. With that thought in mind, you stuck with your usual pjs and quickly put them on before standing in front of the floor length mirror. Comfy and suggestive but not overly so.

You knew Joker wouldn't keep his hands to himself, not after getting a taste of you. Five months of this delicious torture. Oh, whatever would you do? Milk it for all its worth.

You grabbed your trusty rat tooth comb, a bin of hair clips to part your hair, a satin bonnet, and your trusty scissors. A bag for disposal and another that contained your detangling creams and aftercare serums were grabbed before you selected an old towel to collect any stray hairs or wayward hair products. This wasn't your first rodeo.

You knew how long this was gonna take. Joker would probably tap out well before he started once he realized just how tedious this task was. You made a short pitstop to your living room to grab your laptop to work on. It would help you stay awake in case you had to take over. You were planning on it in fact.

Everything was hauled back into Joker's bedroom. You proceeded to dump everything you collected on the bed sheets. You were straightening things out when the bathroom door opened behind you.

"Is that everything?"

Joker didn't mean to startle you, he just had that effect on people. Occupational hazard. He walked past you to the large dresser in the room and tugged a drawer open to grab some clothes to change into. He should've known that would cause a commotion in that pretty head of yours.

"Woah woah now, wait a minute! Since when did you get clothes and make yourself comfortable in here? Honestly Joker! You're acting like nothing is wrong when in reality, if you haven't forgotten, I was kidnapped! There is so much I need to ask you but you're ignoring it!" You shouted.

He chose not to answer in favor of choosing between dark grey sleeping pants over a deep navy pair. He never slept in pajamas before since he needed to be ready at a moment's notice. He actually looked forward to a full night's rest again. On a real mattress no less. You were slowly domesticating him back to society, one small act of charity at a time. But back to the present.

He had clothes now. Joker wasn't the only one who went shopping last week. He hit the town stocking up on essentials he would need if he was staying with you. The original duffel bag Frost smuggled into the apartment with only a suit and two spare shirts wasn't gonna cut it anymore.

You were unaware but Joker had already moved in and filled your place with his personal effects. He didn't have much but you were bound to notice after a while.

"Joker. You need to start talking. What am I getting myself into here?" You begged him. You had more to say but seeing Joker drop his towel and step into a pair of pants had you tongue tied.

Why were you acting like you'd never seen Joker naked before? Sure it was quite the sight but still! You really needed to stop acting like a blushing schoolgirl and focus for once.

"Ah- ahem.. um as I was saying.. What did you get into while I was gone?"

Joker tied the drawstrings together and steadily approached you.

You held your ground until the back of your knees hit the bed and you were forced to sit down. Joker then stood above you eyeing you with an unreadable expression. You really had to get used to looking at his face without any makeup on. It was like looking at a completely different person.

The staring match ended when Joker averted his eyes down at the supplies you brought.

It was all things he was familiar with or could use without your assistance. The laptop however sparked his curiosity but he returned his focus back on you by picking up a lone braid off your chest.

He played with the ends as he spoke. "A loT happened in two weeks Y/n. I was tired of waiting around, sooo I made good use of my time. I did say, You'd be back and I'd be waiting. Now look at you! asking questions to things that shouldn't concern you."

Joker saw your sassy comment queuing up and tapped your lips with a pale finger.

"Ahhtt aht aht shush. All that matters is that you came back and that I'm here to stay. Suck it up and deal with being in the dark. I think it's uhh payback for leaving me high and dry for that annoying billionaire. Which reminds me.."

You gasped when Joker trailed his finger down to your neck, playing with the first hickey he made.

"How did Brucie handle being rejected, hm?"

You scoffed and batted Joker's hand away while doing your best to drown out his sinister laugh. He was enjoying the suffering of another person way too much. But this was The Joker you were talking about here. So you fought back.

"Sooo I'm supposed to ignore the fact that you're hiding things from me all because you think I'm hiding things about my time spent with Bruce? What is this? A game of tit for tat?" You offered.

"Exactly!" Joker beamed and bopped you on the nose. You jumped by default.

"But that's not fair, Joker! I'm willing to tell you everything that happened while I was gone. Are you?" You snapped back.

That seemed to zap Joker's joyful mood. You saw his eyes cloud over and become serious. Without warning, Joker reached behind you to grab the scissors and cut a few of your braids.

"WAIT JOKER! THAT'S TOO HIGH!"

He rolled his eyes and tossed the cut braids onto the floor. "It's called... shrinkage my dear. Turn around. Lemme cut the rest." He was already snapping the scissors together, eyeing your faux locs like a madman.

"No! I'm cutting the rest! You don't know how long my natural hair is and I definitely don't trust you with scissors anymore." You eyed him warily as he leaned back, clutching imaginary pearls.

"You don't trust me? I could've drowned you in the bathtub or snapped your neck in the shower but now you're afraid of scissors? I'm disappointed you think so.. lowly of me! Too bad you already accepted my offer twice now. Turn around. Now."

You couldn't argue with his dom energy.

With a pout you did as you were told, but not without an attitude. You flicked your remaining braids over your shoulder (most likely hitting Joker in the face) before opening your laptop.

The distinctive sound of hair being cut made you change that attitude real quick and apologize.

The only sound in the room was the constant tapping of computer keys and the light patter of rain against the window.

The time in the bottom corner of your laptop read 3:39AM but that didn't stop Joker from his current job nor you from getting a few more pages added to your WIP. The two of you worked in silence, feeding off each other's energy without conflict.

After Joker scared you with how close he cut to your natural hair (he was thoroughly impressed by how long it was) he made up for his blunder by working efficiently in the removal process. It was almost like he had done this before, but you weren't going to ask.

Probably another prison thing. His agile fingers unbraiding the artificial strands while gently detangling your natural hair from its hold. It was rather soothing. You kept falling asleep much to Joker's annoyance.

"Y/n keep your head up." He slapped the back of your neck with the end of the comb. It brought back memories of your mother doing the same thing on Saturday mornings. She loved styling your hair but had little patience for you if you didn't cooperate.

The sharp sting had you sitting up straight on reflex. Your hands hovered over the keyboard trying to remember where you left off before you dozed off. You were so exhausted you began brainstorming aloud to stay awake. "Uhh what's a good synonym for hot?"

"Stifling. Sweltering. You." Joker suggested.

He knew you weren't listening when you thanked him and continued typing— so he looked over your shoulder at what had you so scatterbrained. The font was ridiculously small but he knew a novel when he saw one.

"Mmm? Another L/N masterpiece? What riveting tale are you drafting this time?"

You slowly turned your head like an owl and came face to face with Joker reading your rough draft over your shoulder. The lid of your laptop was immediately slammed shut.

"I don't think you uh... saved your worK, Y/n." He joked. Joker watched you shake your head, now free, save for one pesky loc, and stand up from the bed.

You had been sitting for way too long and your legs had fallen asleep but Joker was there to catch you (again) before you hurt yourself. "T-Thanks."

Joker let go of your elbow. "Don't let it happen again." He frowned at your retreating form. "Where you goin' sweet thing? I'm not done yet."

He heard your annoyed groan coming from the bathroom.

"You and these ridiculous nicknames Joker. They just get worse and worse. I'm brushing my teeth if you must know and," He heard the water running, drowning out your voice until you spoke up, "You're more than welcome to join me!"

It sounded boring but he'd do any mundane task if it was with you. He was getting too soft. Joker sighed but made his way into the bathroom and saw you dancing to some unknown beat while brushing your teeth.

You made the otherwise messy task look absolutely adorable. He leaned against the doorframe to admire you in your natural element. It was peaceful until you tossed his long forgotten brush case at him.

"C'mon Joker! Ideally two minutes on each side if you want to keep kissing me in the future." You had spat out your paste and was swishing some mouthwash around as your hands tackled the last braid in your hair.

Joker did a marvelous job taking them down with the least amount of hair loss possible. The last piece was freed from your real hair and you shook your puffy mane out into a big afro. You definitely had to wash it tomorrow. You rested your palms on the sink when Joker walked up behind you in awe.

You saw his green eyes taking in the atrocity that was your natural texture. "I uh... that's a loT of hair, Y/n. May I?" He brought a hand up, hesitating. You eyed it warily.

Normally your hair was a hands off type deal. Only you or Florence touched it but Joker's genuine curiosity was too cute to deny. He wasn't a rude Karen in the supermarket touching it unprovoked like it was some freak attraction or a snotty nose kid who thought it was cotton candy or their next toy.

Joker was asking for permission so you obliged him. You wouldn't make a habit of it though. "You do know you were just taking it down, Joker."

"That's different. I was taking out the fake stuff. This is you. The real you." His words stirred up butterflies in your stomach.

You rinsed out your mouth and gestured for Joker to come closer. He wasted no time sinking his fingers into your tresses. His uneven fingernails worked wonders scratching/massaging your scalp. You couldn't hold back the pornographic moan in your throat.

"Ohhh it's like that huh?" He eyed your blissful face in the mirror and tested out a theory.

He intensified the pressure and was rewarded with your head tipping back into his touch. "Just like a puppy. Maybe I should call you that instead of Bunny."

And there went the mood. You groaned and backed away.

Joker frowned when you turned on the sink faucet. "Wash your hands and brush your teeth. You are so weird."

So are you. He thought. He did what you asked and begrudgingly brushed his teeth under your watchful eye.

It was nice knowing the yellow tint was just harmless paint and not his actual teeth— it was a huge turn off the first time you kissed him. You were so caught up in the moment you didn't interrogate him about it. Thankfully you came to your senses and fast. If Joker was staying under your roof he would abide by your rules. Personal hygiene was a given. You eyed his half air dried hair with a pensive stare.

Its lax state made you refocus on your unbound hair. You were too tired to wash and style it, so a protective bun would have to do for the night. You set to work throwing all of the wild frizz into a high bun and securing it with a silk scarf before topping it with your go-to nightcap.

Joker was finishing up his dental care but was distracted by watching your nightly routine. "You sure you don't wanna–"

"Nope! That's a problem for tomorrow me. I am beyond exhausted Joker. I just wanna sleep and forget that today ever happened. Again." You smirked his way, hinting at his successful method of distracting you earlier.

He smiled back and dried off his mouth with a nearby towel. He was expecting red to transfer onto the white material but being barefaced around others was something new, even for him.

He couldn't believe he trusted you with this. Just like you said, there was no going back. Joker was still lost in his thoughts and failed to hear you complain about your absent lip balm. He snapped out of it when he noticed your frantic searching.

"What is it?" Joker asked while looking around the bathroom for something he'd never seen before.

"It must be in my bathroom then. I'll go grab it and meet you in bed?" Honestly, you didn't mean to word it like a question but you were a little nervous about sharing a bed with Joker tonight.

He hardly gave you a choice on the matter but being an only child and not having any friends, you never had to share before. How would this work? Would you be the little spoon or what? Were you two moving too fast? What if he only wanted sex from you? And the spiraling thoughts began.

You jumped when Joker grabbed your shoulders. He said your name loudly to finally get your attention, "Go grab whatever you need and come to bed."

Orders. You could follow orders. You could overthink later. You nodded and left to get your balm, leaving Joker to stand in the bathroom alone. He sighed and returned to his room to clean up the mess he made and prepare for bed.

He only hoped you overcame your obvious fear and decided to join him. You weren't afraid to have sex with him but sleeping in the same bed was where you crossed the line? Of all things to be worried about, you chose the silliest thing but he accepted your weird quirks and hyperactive brain at this point.

He could only wait and hope you returned. What's the worst that could happen? So what if you didn't show?

He would roll over and catch some z's while contemplating what he said or did that drove you away. If only you didn't have that nasty habit of running away from your problems, it's what got the two of you so deep in this.... this.

What was this? A situationship? Friends with benefits (Joker laughed at that one) or was this an attempt at an actual relationship? He surely hoped it was the latter.

He would be a fool to pass up the chance to date you, unconventional circumstances notwithstanding. Joker could play the aloof game all day long but deep down he was panicking too. Should he go check up on you? Were you coming back? Maybe the reality of today's events were finally crashing down on you. He saw your mini panic attack moments before in the bathroom. What if he came on too strong and scared you away? He couldn't stomach another cool off period with you.

Joker wanted to hit the ground running with this romantic stuff and taking baths, fixing your hair, and falling asleep next to you were just a few things he wanted to experience during his short time with you.

There was so much more he wanted to do. Joker breathed a sigh of relief when you walked through the doorway wearing a sheepish smile.

"Ah sorry it took so long. I forgot to lock up and then I wanted to grab my phone and... yeah." You glanced away from Joker propped up on the headboard and already under the covers.

He looked like he belonged there. You were intimidated by his heated stare.

You shuffled your feet stalling– anything to avoid jumping into bed and coming on too eager. Joker seemed to notice your dilemma and chuckled to himself.

He crooked a tan finger, "C'mere Y/n."

You stared at it in longing. This was it. Yeah sex with Joker was great, more than great actually. That same finger urging you closer did unspeakable things to you.

But at the end of the day it was just that. Sex. But sleeping with Joker, literally, was a level of intimacy you were scared to explore. He inadvertently saved your life twice now and revealed a crucial part of himself to you. It was time to return the gesture.

With a deep sigh you slowly walked over to the side of the bed and climbed in. The plush bedding gave way to your weight and falling into Joker's arms was that much easier. You could never go back to sleeping alone if this was how couples went to sleep.

His arms were bands of warm steel trapping you into his dark cocoon. He made sure you were comfortable before throwing the covers over both of your bodies. You were rigid as a statue but quickly melted when you felt Joker's content sigh fan against the back of your neck.

Of course Joker would be the big spoon. That made you smile, then the weight of today's events hit you like a bulldozer. Your eyelids grew heavy and you didn't know you yawned until Joker cooed in your ear.

"Aww. She's all tuckered out. Try to get some sleep I guess." You were going to reply but he reached over you to hit the nightstand light, plunging the two of you into darkness.

Then it was nothing but absolute silence and the twinkling lights of Gotham City shining through the window. You had to say something. You could feel his arms subconsciously winding around you like a security blanket as his breathing slowed down.

It didn't dawn on you that maybe Joker was just as exhausted as you were. Yet you felt compelled to say something in this delicate air. Then it hit you.

You fixed your lips to finish the phrase you were trying to say in the shower. Joker stopped you then but he couldn't stop you now. It was right on the tip of your tongue, desperate to dwell in the space between him and uncertainty.

Yet the words you wanted to say never came.

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #heath ledger #joker x y/n #Smut #reader insert #yandere #Long Reads #a03 writer #slow burn #Tsundere vibes #dc comic #batman #romance #angst #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on AO3 #thank you for the support #and waiting #his lighthouse

[vankaar]

Eddie twirled on himself to face Steve, throwing his arms around in anger.

"You're telling me that I cannot use my metal songs because you thought that the undead are pretty metal and that filtered in this shared reality and made them impervious to my fucking music??”

Steve shrugs a shoulder a little bashfully, not an easy feat while wearing full plate armor. It's not his fault Eddie pulled him into his weird fantasy mindscape. Steve likes to find the sunny side so he's kinda happy he's not strolling around half-naked anymore. The fur panties hitched like a bitch and he's really glad they were gone.

Eddie stomps around letting out frustration “Shit! Undead that are resistant to heavy metal.. Shit.”

Ok. Steve was man enough to admit that Eddie making him strong enough to bash in Vecna's face by playing that fast Dio's song was impressive.

But he's such a drama queen!

It wouldn't kill him to use something that's not metal, if that means getting out of this with all their organs still where they belong.

“Maybe you could..”

“No, nope! nonono don't say it! I know what you're gonna say, but just–don't. Don't say it.” He groaned with a hand on his face, eyes screwed shut.

Steve shook his head. Dramatic bitch.

The horde of undead was getting near, their moans and the crack of their rotten bones sickening in the silence of the night.

Steve sighed again unsheathed his morning star and started hitting the first undead in range with methodical efficiency.

Swing. Crunch. Rinse and repeat.

“umh.. Eddie? When you're ready– you know, some help would be nice,” he called out while bashing in a skeleton skull.

Eddie let out some more profanities and with a last scream of anger took up his guitar with a grimace. He started playing the first bar of a song, his expression as if in pain.

Steve looked at him with a startled laugh, eyes wide. He knew that song!

“Not. A. Word.” Threatened Eddie with a snarl.

As usual the rithmics, choirs, and all the parts of the song that Eddie wasn't performing got taken up by some local fauna, that seemed to pop out of thin air, with their tiny music instruments perfectly in tune.

It would look like Eddie were in a goddamn Disney movie if it weren't for the drums line being played by their enemies remains, using a couple of femoris as drumsticks.

That would count as metal, right?

Eddie started to sing.

“Sittin' here eatin' my heart out waitin'

Waitin' for some lover to call,

Dialed about a thousand numbers lately

Almost rang the phone off the wall”

Eddie was giving all of himself to the performance, like the pro he was, even if it wasn't his kind of music. Steve loved him a little more as he observed him shimmying his hips to the rhythm, hair swishing around.

It was stifling under the fucking armor.

“Lookin' for some hot stuff, baby, this evenin'

I need some hot stuff, baby, tonight

I want some hot stuff, baby, this evenin'”

The air in front of the undead started to shimmer and warble like the heat haze causing mirages, rising up from the asphalt in the hottest days of summer.

“Gotta have some hot stuff, gotta have some love tonight”

The scene was so surreal that Steve almost got beheaded by a skeleton as the choir made by three rabbit, a badger and a fox sang “Hot stuff” doing the silliest little dance.

He was a little bummed he couldn't give all his attention to his bard only because there were sword-brandishing zombies trying to cut off his limbs.

A pity, truly.

“I need hot stuff

I want some hot stuff

I need hot stuff”

With a thrust of his hips Eddie sent a small magic ball of fire from his guitar. The rippling air around them got lit with a deafening whoosh.

Flames roared high, licking the top of a nearby group of trees. One of his strings started glowing red, a clear indicator of an active spell.

“Wuoah! warn a man, would ya?” yelled Steve shielding his face from the scorching heat. If his eyebrows got singed they were going to have words.

A circular wall of fire sat between them and the horde of undead now. A half dozen of them didn't stop in time and walked right in, exploding in a pouf of sparks and ash. The others took some steps back from the heat and stayed there, looking at them with dead eyes. Swaying slowly. Waiting

“That's a cool trick," stated Steve with a smile while pointing at the barrier with his chin. "..but when the pyrotechnics are gonna fade we're still screwed.”

He felt a little guilty pointing out the obvious, Eddie was doing his best.

“Damn, I was hoping they would be more stupid,” said Eddie, drying some sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his blouse.

“We need a way to make them walk into the fire,” thought Steve, out loud.

Eddie tapped his lip, a mischievous smile slowly spreading on his lips. Steve wanted to grab him and taste that smile so much.

“How do ya feel about being a honeypot, big boy?” winked the metalhead twirling on himself to stop in playing position in front of Steve. Very close.

“Huh?” replied Steve unintelligently. His brain got this bug and it blue screened every time Eddie got so close he could smell him.

Eddie started directly from the chorus this time.

“If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on sugar, let me know, ooh

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on, honey, tell me so, ooh”

He sang circling the other as he played and making the most over the top, silly, sexy faces.

A pink wave of glittery magic followed in his wake, surrounding Steve. The horde started to make sounds and swayed in Steve’s direction as one organism, getting near the thundering flames.

“He's actin' shy, lookin' for an answer

Come on, honey, let's spend the night together”

Eddie sang wiggling his eyebrow suggestively at Steve who answered with his bitchiest eye roll but was secretly impressed: Two of the guitar chords were glowing now, Eddie was keeping up two spells simultaneously. Not bad for someone that learned how that shit worked just that morning.

As the song continues the undead start to walk into the fire, going up in a popping series of blazers, sounding like popcorn and going out like insects fried in those bug zapper people use during summer’s nights.

Steve was glowing pink instead of violet like those lights but the concept was disturbingly similar.

When the last of the undead was gone, Eddie let out a deep exhale, his guitar stopped glowing, and everything went suddenly darker because the flames went out in a zap of red magic.

Eddie fell on his knees, propped up on his guitar, hair falling into his face. He was clearly exhausted.

Steve knelt beside him putting a hand on his shoulder

“You ok?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, yeah, give me a second. That was intense,” breathed out Eddie.

“Ok”

Steve pulled the other's bangs out of his eyes, tucking the longer strands behind Eddie's ear.

Big round eyes were looking at him with the expression of a deer caught in the headlights and Steve couldn't help himself.

“So… hot stuff, do ya think I’m sexy?” he said using an exaggeration of his most suave King Steve voice.

Eddie’s eyes narrowed and he slapped him repeatedly on the arm in a fashion eerily similar to Robin when Steve was being annoying on purpose.

Steve chuckled.

“You!!! You're on thin ice man– fucking thin ice!- he yelled, his pointer finger up menacingly like an angry teacher.

Steve saw Eddie fight the smile tugging at his lips and counted that as a win.

One day he's going to be braver and kiss this silly brilliant man.

#something silly #I wrote this some time ago #Eddie is the master of his brain so took control of the vision from Vecna and used it to kill him #he conjured up Steve as thank(he thought him to be a figment of his immmagination at first) #fic #my fic post #steddie #steve x eddie #fantasy au of sorts #drabble #silly #there's singing animals.. #making Eddie play not-metal-songs is funny but also animal abuse #poor baby #lmao

[theicarusconstellation]

astra!! do you have any hcs for dad regulus when his daughter is older?? you’ve shared lots about reggie and baby, but i’m curious now about reggie and toddler/preteen/teenager

RHEJAJSJDJSKD YES

reggie and toddler — they’re both horribly clingy to one another. she latches onto him, and when james suggests daycare, she and regulus start to cry (james cries too when they drop her off for the first time). he makes her one of those growth chart things where she stands against the wall and he marks her progress with a pen, always saying, “at this rate, you’ll tower over me someday!” to which james responds, “it’s not hard to tower over you, baby.” regulus helps keep her soft toddler curls all nice and fluffy, absolutely pampering her with a morning curl routine they do together. he buys her so many cute little outfits and has her do fashion shows all the time (there are polaroids everywhere immortalizing this), and she always asks him to sing to her and read her stories <333

reggie and preteen — he’s constantly getting worked up about how much she’s growing. james is too, but sometimes he’ll walk in on regulus sobbing over his old ultrasound pictures and be like😀. god once she hits ten it’s over for him. she’s like “papa you’re embarrassing me!!” but he just squeezes her tighter until she’s gasping for air and he’s gotta let her go so she doesn’t suffocate. of course, they start to get into little spats, but they always end up laughing at the end because one of them will say something ridiculously sarcastic. he and james both try to be “hip” with the new kid slang, and oh my god it mortifies their daughter😭she’s just trying to get through her primary school choir concert and they’re like “YEAH LITTLE STAR YOURE BITCHIN’!!”

reggie and teen — constant bickering, but in an endearing way. they can get into explosive arguments, but it’s just because he’s really not ready to let her go yet, and it’s hitting him so fast that he has no idea how to respond. when she has a bad day, she still asks him to sing to her, but now they sing together and read some pretentious novel or other. he takes her to see all the hit movies (he waits on heathers, but once she’s old enough, they both become obsessed), and she turns into a total winona ryder freak because of it. she’s lydia deetz every halloween for like five years. when edward scissorhands comes out, regulus wants to bash his head into the wall from how many times his daughter plays ice dance on the piano. she definitely goes through a grunge phase, but jegulus are all for it; regulus helps her with her makeup, and they buy her tickets to all the concerts she wants to go to — though regulus draws the line when she asks him to learn “lithium” by nirvana on the piano💀when she moves out, he’s a fucking wreck, but she never goes far, and they have weekly dinners forever and ever and ever. also she absolutely teases him when he starts going grey (salt-and-pepper regulus🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤), so he gets revenge by temporarily charming her hair grey one day.

#kit tag <3 #astraeus rambles about regulus #astra’s asks #regulus black #jegulus

[ry0chann]

boyfriend!Ryomen Sukuna x gn!reader

↝ genre: fluff, modern au

↝ word count: 0.7k

↝ warnings: reader has a stuffed animal collection, soft!Sukuna kinda, might be a little suggestive, messy writing

↝ notes: definitely not my best work and honestly i think i hate this but have it anyway, it might be cute lmao

Meticulously, you rearrange the plushies that sit atop your bed. It wasn’t as important as you made it seem, but you wanted them to be laid out perfectly. Your beloved boyfriend was on his way over, you simply wanted your room to be tidy before he got here.

Just as you get out an extra blanket, you hear the front door open, giggling to yourself from hearing him finally use that spare key you gave him. Excitedly, you go to greet him at the door, tightly wrapping your arms around him and pressing your cheek to his back.

“You actually showed up on time.” you tease.

Sukuna rolls his eyes with a smirk, turning around in your embrace. He kisses the top of your head then pushes you off of him just a bit, handing you a bag. 

“I got your ice cream.”

Your eyes light up and your smile widens. Happily, you thank him and take the bag, moving to set it on the kitchen counter. There was only one small pint in the bag, so you took it upon yourself to get two spoons. He probably had no intentions of eating any ice cream, hence why he didn’t buy himself any, but you knew he’d end up asking for some of yours. 

The two of you soon end up in your room, the ice cream sitting on your nightstand while you both get comfortable on the bed. Sukuna plops down on the mattress, leaning against all the stuffed toys you had lined up against the wall. That was the reason you placed them there, you knew he appreciated their presence.

You quickly curl up beside him, handing him your snack while you hold onto the remote. As you could’ve expected, he started nibbling on your ice cream while you searched for a movie. Eventually you pick one that you think he’ll enjoy, not really caring too much about it yourself. 

Your head rests comfortably on your boyfriend’s chest, rising and falling gently with every breath he takes. It was quite relaxing, though the subtle scent of his cologne had your mind racing. He had an arm around you, ensuring you remained flush against his body. It had only been about fifteen minutes but you were already zoning out. The only thing on your mind was how warm Sukuna was, and how comforting it was to have him hold you.

He suddenly speaks, grabbing your attention by rubbing your arm softly. 

“D’you want some?” he asks, offering you some of your own ice cream.

You chuckle, sitting up with a nod. “Pretty sure I asked you to buy it for me, so yes, I would like some.”

“Mm, don’t get bratty with me.” Sukuna furrows his brows, taking a spoonful for you and holding it in front of your mouth. “Here.” 

You blush, taken aback by his gesture to feed you. He laughs at your reaction, most likely satisfied with his attempt at flustering you.

“Open up, darling. It’s gonna melt.” He brings the spoon a little closer to your lips, staring at you with an amused glimmer in his eyes.

For some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to just take the spoon from him. Reluctantly you open your mouth, letting him feed you as if you were a child. He pulls the spoon from your lips slowly, grinning at how flushed your face still was.

Embarrassed, you cover your mouth, swallowing the ice cream before turning your head from him. You weren’t sure why such a simple interaction had you so bashful— the two of you had much more explicit affairs in the past.

Sukuna sets the pint back onto your nightstand, unexpectedly gripping your jaw afterwards. He forces you to look at him, stealing a kiss as soon as you make eye contact with him.

“You’re adorable, you know.” he mumbles against your lips, quickly kissing you once more.

You can’t help but giggle in response, too flustered to form any proper thoughts. He finally decides to stop teasing, giving you one last kiss before pulling you back into his arms and bringing his attention back to the film you were supposed to be watching.

[ @ry0m3n @poe-daydreams ]

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hong eunchae x reader

Warning: y/n is toxic, unrequited love, my go at self-sabotage angst, please don’t bash me!

When she’s happy, it’s rainbows, unicorns and an endless display of affection, but when she’s upset, her expression tells of the world’s premeditated, despicable biases against her, and these forces seem to go all out to wipe the smile off her face. Just like when you first met. Do you remember? Parts of the memory were hazy for sure, but what you wouldn’t forget was the girl’s witty remarks, and unparalleled enthusiasm for food. With hair braided, messy bangs swept to the side, she confidently made her way into the classroom, and at the mention of her looking like a smiley potato snack, she confidently answers “so you think I’m cute?”, and a friendship blossomed from there and then.

The following years were marked by individual struggles, but more importantly companionship in these times, with Eunchae navigating through her aspirations, and making it into hybe, while you worked hard with your academics to secure a spot in a top university. Today was no different, you catch her up with lessons she miss, and help her out with assignments actively, maybe grabbing a snack or two for her when she ends dance practice at the academy, as she runs you through the events of her day, clad in the navy blue hoodie and black framed glasses, about the other girls she looks up to at the academy, a claymation movie she would like to watch (with you of course, but she doesn’t say it out because she wants you to buy the tickets), while you look at her, admiring every raise of her brows, animated motion of her hands as she illustrates the events of the day like a pissed off orchestra conductor.

November nears, the time of year you decide on what she’d like. After thorough planning, you extend your fingertips to set up the invite channel. Bittersweet feelings flow through your torso, as you check your email, your scholarship at the prestigious university outside of Korea has been cleared, it was what you dreamed of, worked for, but now you really can't bring yourself to be in a festive mood. Man, all the interviews and debates, competitions you put yourself through were no easy feat, you think to yourself as the voice inside you tells you to think happy thoughts. You tilt your head back, resting on the headboard. You take one good look around your room, sweeping through the mandals, polaroids and photos that decorate your walls, and every little memory with Eunchae seemed to play. Vacations, travels, holidays, sleepovers, excursions spent with her, even the little picture from both your embarrassingly endearing flour covered faces from a baking course a few summers ago hung on the wall. Something about it brought a tear to your eye, and you didn’t know whether it was the uncertainty of the future or the realisation maybe more appropriately, your overthinking, that a time comes when you will go on separate paths, and be okay missing one another and be okay with not doing anything about missing each other. You wipe the tear away, and you turn back to your laptop. It would be the last birthday you get to spend with her physically before she heads a much more busy lifestyle, that of pushing herself to the limits, facing her fears, and your apprehension worried you, but not as much as your admiration for her, and you think to yourself that at the end of the day at least you could still be there for her when rainy days come. The digital clock read 2:16am, but you missed her already.

The day comes, and rather than be amazed at how stunningly adorable she is in her birthday dress, surrounded by her favourite people, you unknowingly crack a smile at how beautifully she has grown, and over the course of ten years of your friendship, she had blossomed into a young woman. Now, with candles blown out, even in a room full of people, you easily identify the smile reserved for you, ever so silly, with canines exposed, and the figure charges toward you, leaving you with no choice but to carry her. This is how you would like to remember her.

“Thank you so much for planning this n/n, you have no idea how much this means to me!”

The room erupts into cheers, applause and thanks for your planning of her birthday party, but all you could think of in the moment was how the least you could do for Eunchae was give her a birthday party the way she has been wanting for months. Right, you hadn’t told her about the scholarship yet. Eunchae urgently pulls you into the corner of her kitchen by the sleeve, and gushes over another boy from the dance academy, telling you the boy apparently did contemporary dance, and made a piece with Eunchae as his muse. Niki or something, you figured his name was, and it sounded like a really good name for a puppy, you thought. Maybe now you had a reason to leave. Leave her before she leaves me, though that sounded more harsh than you wanted it to be, but you had to do something about these feelings. Leave for a little, wait for things to die down, maybe then you could remain on good terms again and like her. Liking someone was exponentially harder than loving someone, in your terms. You never found it hard to love in your younger years, but when you love someone, it’s irreversible, no more liking them, no more remembering them in a lovely way, more so of wanting to immortalise them in your memory, a connection so deep it was sure to hurt if it ended. When you like someone, they bring up good memories, fond memories, but their influence never extends toward anything too personal, and that way your walls would remain unbroken, and only cause minimal hurt if anything happened. What made you so afraid to love?

She who represents all you’ve loved in a person now walks halfway across the room to hand you the largest single slice of chocolate cake you see in the room, plated on a flimsy single-use plate, and you think she sees through you for a second, as she seemed to question your expression, and you fix a smile before she gets concerned, yeah, Eunchae always has a hunch. You give her a hug before accepting the cake in her hands, not before her finger collects some cream and smears it onto your nose, with some of it unfortunately landing on your top.

As you try your best to wipe off the chocolate cream that now stained your white cotton top, it is evident what you’re doing was at best to remove some cream, but it couldn't be helped that blotches of brown would be rubbed into the fabric with every strained scrub it suffers. It draws effort out of you, and the hand delivering harsh scrubs has knuckles white, while your expression stills. It was not going to wash out, it was going to be ruined, because indulgence is always punished. There was no running away from this, not this time.

A/n : (Leave them before they leave me, anyone?) wrote y/n to be a little toxic but she’s lowkey how I am when I overthink 😫😩❗️❗️❗️ gosh I hate overthinking but I seem to only have the urge to write at 1am now, so enjoy scraps of whatever comes to my mind at 1am, unedited, served with a side of what I scrounge through on Spotify 🥰 I’ll work harder to delivery angst that hurts in all the right spots

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