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eddiessluttywaist · 1 year

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as if (part 3)

AGELESS/BLANK/UNDER 18 BLOGS ARE NOT WELCOME TO INTERACT. PLEASE RESPECT MY RULES AND BOUNDARIES

summary: reader isn’t keen to playing the usual games between her and eddie after how she felt sunday night, and eddie can’t stand losing her attention. PICK WHAT ENDING YOU WANT AFTER.

pairing: bully!mean!perv!eddie munson x perv!fem reader

word count: 8,704 words (9,272 total words with the fluffy ending, 9,516 total words with the angsty ending)

content/warnings: swearing, SMUT MDNI (y/n is 18), bully!eddie, mean!eddie, perv!eddie, bully kink (?), dominating, breeding kink, mocking, teasing, biting, dacryphilia, groping, pet names (doll face, princess), degradation, some embarrassment, yearning, menophilia, angst :(((, feelings :(((, fluff(what? who said that?). i think that’s all pls tell me if i miss anything!

a/n: thank you for all the love :( i’m truly so surprised and grateful and just super flattered so thank you!! i hope i didn’t fuck this up by giving it crap endings sobs. i saw some were interested in a bit of a better look into eddie’s thoughts/feelings so i hope those lil parts are good! i’m considering the occasional blurb in the future about them tho so 👀 OH ALSO!! the past week or so tumblr had a bug on their app that cut off the ends of my posts >:( so I’d appreciate it if you could look back to double check you caught the full ending so you get the proper experience! okay i’m shutting up now!

part one - part two

You weren’t as responsive to his teasing that Monday…or, well… just about the rest of the school week so far, for that matter. You blamed your mood drop on his indifference, and the cramping that you assumed was only from this weekend. You had been sure it was just your cervix making its opinions on Eddie known, but then—after your second sugar pill of the week—you got your period Wednesday night. This culprit seemingly just as likely for that aching in your lower abdomen and back. It was welcome evidence that your birth control was working, but the appreciation for its presence didn’t last long with all the cramping and the bleeding. You hated getting your period, no matter how many older women reminded you of your “connection to Mother Nature” and “the beauty of the womb.” It’s messy and painful and almost always broke out your face.

So no you aren’t playing Eddie’s usual games—instead going silent on him or answering in an empty murmur. Part of you worries it’s going to all build up to one particularly heinous act, but he surprisingly didn’t get worse. He only bothered you with the same old stuff more frequently. By Thursday he’s pestering you constantly with his teasing, and his grabbing, and honestly? Just about every trick in his sick little book which were usually tastefully sprinkled throughout the week.

“So you’re not talking to me? Playing hard to get or somethin’?” He whispers from behind you in the lunch line. You grab a saran-wrapped cookie and put it on your tray.

“What? You on your rag or something?” Eddie scoffs in response to your ever freezing cold shoulder. He’s out in the tundra these past couple of days. You make a face and continue moving through the line.

“Come on… don’t fuck me and forget me, babe. You’ll break this ol’ cynic’s heart and I’ll never recover.” He teases with a wide smile, hand placed over his heart before it drops to settle on the small of your back and gradually travel down to cup your ass. He’s pleasantly surprised that you’re not gently nudging him away like you had the last time he attempted his usual lunchtime groping, but something feels different. He glances down as he flips up your skirt only to reveal small shorts in the same pattern of your dark, plaid skirt. Your worst nightmare is bleeding through a light-colored pair of pants or skirt, so you always wear darker clothes on your period, and you trade skirts for skorts in favor of the added coverage.

“What the fuck is this shit?” He scowls, tugging at one leg of the shorts.

“It’s called a skort. We’ve had this conversation before.” You sigh, thanking the lunch lady as she hands you your tray and eyes the metalhead trailing behind you.

She thinks he resembles an abandoned puppy who grew mean and practiced his bite and his bark just to follow after you with his tail between his legs. If she had any genuine interest in connecting with the student body she fed 5 days out of the week, she might’ve made a playful joke about you having him whipped. But she didn’t care that much.

“I don’t think we have.” He grins, wondering if you even noticed you let yourself talk to him.

“You do it every time I’m on-“ You catch yourself almost admitting you were on your period, which would certainly only pull new harassment from him, so you pretend to correct a simple mistake. “In. Every time I’m in a skort.”

He hums disapprovingly.

“Yeah, well… I…” He trails off as you simply walk away from him to your usual spot in the cafeteria. You don’t bother to stay at his table you two reached just for him to finish making some crude joke before ultimately shooing you away anyway. “Okay… or be a bitch.”

He grumbles that last bit, landing into his usual spot at the head of the table. A few of the other Hellfire members are still staring even when he clearly takes notice.

“Can I help you?” He snaps, everyone who had been staring immediately looking down at their food. He huffs, adjusting his position in the chair to get more comfortable and lets his gaze move over to your table. You’re sat so pretty it’s like your image could actually advertise such a crappy plastic chair. The way your ankles are crossed underneath you, book cracked open on the table with all of your attention on it as you sat with your body leaned into the table. Your food was hardly touched due to a pang of nausea that he was completely unaware of.

“You know if you like her maybe you shouldn’t pick on her so much.”

Eddie grimaces at the comment that’s—in his opinion—beyond a disregard for his rank at this table, icy glare on the curly haired freshman. There are panicked faces and soft muttering around the table showing he isn’t the only one taken aback by this.

“I…” the boy falters, putting the spoonful of pudding he’s about to eat back down. “I just mean if… if you like her. I dunno… you’re kinda mean to her, Eddie.”

He eats his scoop of pudding now, his bold words inspiring the wiry one that always sits next to him. Eddie’s burning glance flits over to him now that he’s speaking, his expression remaining unimpressed with etches of frustration in the shadows of his facial features.

“Yeah, which is actually totally weird cause you’re not like that at all.” The brunet speaks in a rapid ramble like usual. “Like, you took me and Dustin and Lucas under your wing cause we were new and weird and alone and stuff like that—no, I know Lucas has been ditching Hellfire for the jocks, but anyway— you’re always talking back to those asshole jocks—which is totally cool—so I don’t get why you’re not like that with her.”

“I’m sorry, I must be confused.” The man spoke with sarcastic interest, a sinister smile breaking out onto his face. “Are you two talking to me? About something that is, quite frankly, none of your business?”

The two boys look at each other, the nerves shared between them tangible. Eddie raises a brow and tilts his head when they face him again. Still silence. Mike swallows anxiously.

“Well?” He sneers, flicking some of his trail mix at them.

“Sorry, Eddie…” They say in unison as he chews slowly, staring them down. He rolls his eyes as his body slowly relaxes again in his spot and he glances at you again. You were at least breaking off pieces of your cookie now, still reading your book.

“She’s not new or weird or alone anyways. She’s always with the smart kids.” He states, before holding up a hand as his gaze returns to the pair. “Not that I’m inviting you two shitheads to stick your noses in my business.”

The freshmen, along with a few others at the table shift to look over at you. You’re still engrossed in whatever you’re reading and you looked miserable, even if you were enjoying a good book. You look tired.

“Dude, literally no one is interacting with her. There’re the Jacobson twins talking at one end—probably still fighting over what’s the right answer to the equation from algebra class (it’s zero, by the way). Then there’s Richie and Greg from advanced calculus. Some people I don’t know…” Dustin mutters that last part before continuing, “And yes technically speaking there are a few girls sitting with her, but they’re not even talking. They probably don’t even know her.“

Eddie stares him down, the conversation still on you burning away at something inside him. He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to talk about you or how lonely you look. He doesn’t want to talk about inviting you over. And he certainly doesn’t want to talk about how mean he is to you, cause he has no interest in trying to break down the intricacies of the crossover between bullying you and fucking you. Especially to freshmen.

“Just saying.” Dustin finally sighs in defeat, clearly getting no response from the DM sat at the head of the table. “But seriously, tugging on a girl’s pigtails cause you like her is completely grade school.”

Eddie had figured that having sex would change things between you two, but he imagined it changing for the better. Things like fucking you in the janitor’s closet or in the back of his van in the parking lot. Feeling you up between classes. Being so fucking mean to you all day until you were all wet and needy for him by the time that final bell rang.

He certainly didn’t imagine this.

At the start of the school week, Eddie didn’t entirely notice your lack of participation. Just that something felt… off-kilter in your interactions. It had been on Tuesday night that he realized nothing felt right because you weren’t glaring at him or shoving him away or pouting up at him. You didn’t even turn your head when an object was flicked at you, you just kept your eyes on the chalkboard.

Now he isn’t particularly well known for his critical thinking with… well… anything other than music, DND, and—subsequently—the math that came along with both hobbies. And, of course, selling drugs. So it’s somewhat understandable that poor Eds didn’t even realize what caused the imbalance for a whole day or two. Once he realized it though, it only frustrated him further. It irritated him that you weren’t playing the game, and it irritated him that it bothered him so much in the first place.

Why aren’t you snapping back at him? Why are you ignoring him, and if you even do look over: why was it always with a sad glance? Why, when he toyed with your skirt on Monday did you tilt your head to the side and quietly ask him to please leave you alone? When he saw you first thing Monday morning with circles under your eyes that were barely disguised by drug store concealer; Why, when he leaned into you as he passed you in the hall with a quiet “Something keep you up last night?” Did you only give him a passing glance with lips pressed together in what might’ve been an attempt at a small smile just to fall flat with that dull look in your eyes.

Being how he is, his game plan had been to keep bugging you constantly. Wear you down until you were finally glaring or giggling or whining, and everything could be back to the way it was. Maybe you were just suddenly playing hard to get. Being a teasing brat who would eventually have a smirk sneak out so he knew you were toying with him, and he could make you pay for it later. That smirk never quirked up your lip though. You were still such a rainy cloud drifting through the school.

The little twerp got to him at lunch today, too. He wonders now if maybe you were sick of the way he acted, and realized you want deserve someone a little less inclined to pigtail-tugging and a little more open and romantic. But why now? He thought you enjoyed it all. That’s why he wasn’t expelled already. That’s why you fucked him and called him for more. Right? Sitting in his van instead of attending the last class of the day, Eddie rubs his hands over his face and lets out a frustrated groan. He feels something crucial missing in him at the fact that he’d rather pull teeth than drop down his smug and playful demeanor even for a second and show you that he’s yours.

He noticed you were pretty when you were a sophomore, but not much else. Now in your senior year with him, god—you aren’t even pretty. You’re fucking devastating, and he knows his methods of showing affection aren’t something that will stand the test of time. You’ll grow tired and fuck it, he’d be living up to that Munson name if he has to see you with someone else—probably wind up serving time right alongside Pops after leaving some guy in the hospital. So maybe there were tweaks to be had. Even if he’s bitter and reluctant about it. (And did I mention bitter?)

Eddie pulls his hands away from his face at the faint sound of a bell, letting the side of his head fall against the window with a solid thunk as he awaits the crowds of students rushing out of the school.

You’re passing by others on your way out of the building, just as relieved as everyone else to be going home for the day—not that your excitement showed. It’s more of a calm relief to be heading to your room again than everyone else’s bubbly enthusiasm to make plans for the rest of the day. (When they should be getting their assignments done after all it’s not Friday yet, you think, but maybe that’s just because you evidently have no life.)

Making your way through the parking lot, a loud horn makes you jump. Your eyes wild and your heart up in your throat, you look around until you spot Eddie laying on his horn with his tongue partially sticking out off to the side. He lets up the second you lock eyes and laughs.

“Need a ride? Gotta couple of good options.”

You huff, trying to ignore his filthy innuendo and shake your head. He groans, settling his head back against the head rest of his seat while you start walking away.

“What the fuck is your problem? Jesus fucking Christ!”

You keep walking, hearing his car door open and the sound of his sneakers on the pavement. His car buzzes irritably at its door being left open while running, but he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t care about anything, really. He rests a hand on your shoulder to turn you around.

“’m just not in the mood, Eddie.” You snap the second you’re facing him.

But you’re always in the mood, he wants to argue as if that made a difference right now. He lets out a long breath that puffs out his lips as he decompresses, arm bent up to rub his hand on the back of his neck. It’s evident that he’s not used to this, and doesn’t have a clue how to go about it. You eye him in that moment, waiting for him. Waiting for something that made that ache in your chest dissipate and the hole it leaves be filled with a light warmth. Then you’re ready to give up on waiting for something that clearly wasn’t going to happen when he suddenly dips down and drapes you over his shoulder all in one fluid motion.

“I- Eddie-!“

“I- Eddie- I-” He mimics, clearly out of habit and opens the back door to his van to plop you right on top of a random cushion nestled inside. It looks like it’s just a single couch cushion and you wonder where he got only one. Is it from an old couch that was getting tossed anyways? Did he steal it? Who steals a singular couch cushion from the seat of a sofa? And what was that stain on the corner? You’re shifting away from it as he climbs in after you, the tip of his tongue peeking out of the corner of his lips again until the door is shut and he’s settled against it with a sigh.

“Yoo-hoo.”

“What?”

He scratches his jaw as he looks over at you then points at the stain you were avoiding.

“Yoo-hoo. The drink. That’s what the stain is from.”

“Oh… okay.”

Eddie lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes going wide as he fights the urge to roll them while he stares up at the ceiling of his vehicle, and then he finally speaks up again.

“Why are you being all…” He gestures his hands out in a odd way, flopping them a bit before settling them on his legs again. He sighs, tilting his head down and looking over at you again. “I don’t fucking know… you’re not being fun this week.”

Your nostrils flare and your brow creases with a pulse of rage at his words.

“Oh I’m so sorry that I’m not playing your game, Eddie. For your information, yes—as you said so elegantly before— I’m ‘on my rag’ and don’t exactly feel like dealing with you.”

Despite the tone you’re taking with him, a grin is pulling at his face and a few laughs bubble from his chest that were almost like little amused giggles. God, he missed getting you all worked up.

“What? Never got it before?” He suddenly questions.

“I- What?”

He snickers.

“Your rag. The crimson tide. Never ridden the cotton pony before?” He’s having too much fun with this and your face is getting all hot.

“Cause I kinda doubt it. Y’know…” he gestures to your form, “The idea that you haven’t gone through puberty yet sounds fake to me, sweetheart.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Well you’ve never acted like this before so unless this is your first week of Carrie...” He hisses an inhale through his teeth.

“My condolences, but look at it this way: You’re finally a woma- hey!” He’s laughing until he’s dodging the random work boot you toss at him—the sight of him scooting away from the projectile actually getting a giggle from you.

“Those ‘r for the garage, doll. Heavy duty shit, can’t be throwing those.” He chastises as he waves the shoe at you, but there’s a weight that’s lifting from him. He got you to just sit and talk to him, and even made you laugh. Even if you’re biting the inside of your cheek now to try and refrain from giving him the satisfaction of your smile. How are things like this right now? Shouldn’t he be bending you over his knee for not acting the way he wanted you to? Shouldn’t he be angry? Shouldn’t he be making you cry?

“I’ve gotten my period before.” You state simply. Eddie puts the boot down, dropping his head back against the interior of his van as he looks at you expectantly.

“Then what? What’s with the bitching and the ignoring and the crybaby shit?” He asks bluntly, making your brow furrow again.

“And not even the good crybaby shit,” he continues in a softer tone as he makes his way over to you, “Where’s my pouty girl, huh? Where’s my brat?”

My. My. It’s making your head swirl, his words and proximity putting up a good fight against this latest impulse to be cold to him. He’s settled in front of you and pulling you forward by your hips.

“Don’t wanna talk about it…” You murmur because he should know. He should’ve automatically known the second he left your room that he fucked up when he didn’t kiss you.

“No? Do I gotta bully it out of you, baby? Should I keep up with what I’ve been doing or are you gonna keep pissing me off with that silent treatment shit if I do?”

Watching your expression, his hands settled on your hips start to massage his fingertips in small circles against your lower back. A sigh falls from your lips before you can even stop it, melting from his touch. He’s massaging that spot that’s been tied up in knots the past couple of days, and taking care of it perfectly. Just when you think he’s suddenly a completely different person he stops the movements entirely. That familiar pout that he loves pulls at your lower lip, clearly disappointed by the loss of his kneading.

“Gonna tell me?” He coos, tilting his head.

Your lips part then close again, faltering on if you should just tell him. He mimics the motion then your pout before grinning at you again. You stay quiet, a new conflict arising inside your head. Should you just tell him and move forward? Should you let him suffer until he figures it out? He deserves to suffer in your book, but who knows how long it would take for him to realize. The man has failed his senior year twice already.

“No? Okay, doll.” He’s separating himself from you now, moving to a corner of his van to start digging through some random stacks and piles there.

He’s going on about how he’d help if he could, but he guessed that won’t happen now. How if only you’d cut lil’ ol’ him a break. His theatrical and bitter words are coated in a soft tone and playful, exaggerated sighs. He’s having all the fun in the world trying to tease you until you just sigh and admit whatever your major malfunction is. It’s lighthearted in comparison to his usual teasing, but even this starts bringing the tears forward.

You hate that he doesn’t know. That it clearly didn’t mean enough for him to notice. You hate that he pulls you in all smooth and sweet to get you intoxicated on him just for him to laugh over it and leave you alone again. You hate how he’s suddenly making you feel cared for just for him to go away again cause he isn’t getting what he wants. Now you’re desperately trying to hide the fact that you’re crying as all of your feelings and aches and pains of this week rush through you.

Sure, he’s seen you cry before but it was never like this. It was teary eyes from frustration or, recently, the occasional sob from how good he made you feel. It’s never been breaking down after a hard week. It’s never sobbing because after all this time the two of you finally cracked, and you’re scared you’re the only one increasingly enchanted every passing second since that first kiss. It was never hiccuping sobs that you were doing your best to push down. Your face is burning, your sight blurry even though tears kept rolling down your cheeks. It’s like there’s a never ending supply to stream down your face and still keep your vision bleary.

“Jus’ sayin’ we could be doing something way more fun right no…w…” He trails off once he finally looks over at you.

He’s holding an unopened pack of cigarettes he had been looking for in his typical mess and pulling out his lighter, but now all his focus is on the way you’re sniffling and shaking. You’re still sat on that cushion, knees up and a hand settled over your mouth with your head turned away from him. A heart-wrenching sob just barely sneaks its way out before you choke it back down. Little huffs are escaping you in a desperate attempt to breathe without letting your need to wail break free. It feels like your lungs are on fire.

“Y/N…” Eddie says in a tender voice that you didn’t think he was even capable of. You shake your head.

“Y/n c’mon…” He tries again with a small, nervous laugh. Nervous you were serious. Nervous that he really made you so upset. Nervous to really show that he cares if he did.

“It’s okay, really-“ Your voice is higher than usual, another heavy breath puffing out before you try to drag it in again just to end up whimpering as another wave of sadness comes over you and you’re too overwhelmed to hold it in. You stay facing away from him as you cry and hiccup, trying to get it back under control.

“I just- it’s stupid, it’s n-ot that big of a deal.”

For Eddie, making you cry is all about the glossy eyes and pouty lips as you stare up at him defiantly or a sign that you need him to quit playing games and fuck you. It’s never been this… brutal. Panic continues to rise in his system, and he’s unsure of how to handle the situation. Once upon a time, he thought he treated you the way that he did because some sadistic part of him liked to always make you hurt, but it was becoming evident that he just liked the play. The banter. The shoving and the glaring and pouting and the wandering eyes. When he acted the way he always did and you didn’t respond or did so in a quiet plea for him to really stop or really cried—it made his stomach clench. The more he tried to keep it up this week the more he realized that when you weren’t playing along he just… he was just mean. Really mean. Not “you’re so awful, just fuck me already” mean, but “you’re making me miserable” mean. And fuck if he didn’t hate the way that felt.

“Is it really that bad?” He murmurs, partially surprised by his own voice when it sounded this gentle. The thin plastic around his cigarettes crinkle under his nervous hands. And he thought he needed a smoke before. “Did I hurt you? Or-or somethin’? Do you need to go to a doctor?”

“No.” You weep, still refusing to look at him and it’s killing him even if a part of him knows he would crumble if he sees how you look right now. God, he hated this. The vulnerability of caring openly and to this extent, but what else could he do? Double down on his usual behavior and kick you while you were already so down you might as well have been sinking into the pavement?

“Y/N, please-“ He tries again and you crack completely.

“It’s just not fair because I thought I wanted this, but it’s to-oo hard. You don’t care enough to stick around. Y-You don’t check in with me. You’ve pushed me around for the past two years and I’m an idiot who thought it was all lighthe-hearted deep down, a-and that you wanted me too.”

You break down into tears again until you put yourself back together just enough so it’s only the constant sniffling and your voice trembling that’s interrupting you. All Eddie can do is stare at you with big brown eyes like saucers while you babble, his brow frowning as he anxiously picks at his fingernails and the skin around them.

“A-And of course I got my fucking period cause why wouldn’t I? Cause why would I catch a break? N-N my body aches and I’m so tired and you… you couldn’t… you didn’t…”

“What?” He’s shuffling a bit closer now, lowering his face like he always did to catch your attention. He was right that seeing your face like this would cave him in, and he wishes he could be dropped into a black hole. He knew he deserved it. At the sight of your current state, he was pulling that smoke he already had his fingertips on and placing it between his lips. He lights it and inhales deeply before letting his hand drop down, cig between his fore and middle fingers, ring finger toying with a tear in his jeans.

“You…” You let out a breath before dropping your gaze to your hands in your lap, tears still slipping down your cheeks and over your jaw to wet your neck and dampen the collar of your top or drop down and land on that skort he hated. “You wouldn’t even kiss me on Sunday…”

You sound horribly deflated at the admission, and his eyes flicker all over your features before the smallest twitches of the corners of his lips start to tug them up even though his eyes hold a sad sort of infatuation within them.

“You kissed me on Friday, but not once on Sunday. And you didn’t even seem to care…” You mumble, glancing over at him once and then twice when you notice the curve of his lips. Your eyes burn with a potential for new tears. “Are you fucking smiling?”

“No—no, well, yeah. Not like that.” He huffs out an anxious laugh. “I just… you ignored me… cause I didn’t give you a kiss..?”

You scoff, lips parted and gaze furious. He is unbelievable.

“Among other things! I-I… ugh! You’re infuriating!” You announce and his brows shoot up, grin widening with interest and he brings his cigarette back to his lips.

“You… you make fun of me constantly. You fuck me and finish in me and don’t even spend time with me after. The least you can do is kiss me. Or… or…” You huff, which was becoming a theme today.

He can’t help but find you cute when you’re angry. You remind him of that temperamental pixie in that old animated Peter Pan film from the ‘50s. He used to babysit a young girl in the trailer park who watched it constantly (much to his chagrin).

“Or you don’t get to have me anymore.” You conclude, and he just keeps staring at you with wild eyes as he smokes.

Your anxieties peak and a voice in your head is screaming to get out of the damn van, even when he’s just casually puffing on a cigarette without a hint of irritation on his face. Eddie lets the cig stick to his bottom lip as his hands find your form to pull you closer to him. His right hand raises to place the smoke between his middle and forefinger, and remove it from his lips. His left hand moves to hook his thumb on your lower lip and part your mouth for him to plant an open-mouthed kiss on you as his smoke floats around you and in your mouth, his tongue hot on yours. The pamphlets your parents gave you about the dangers of cigarettes popped up in your mind as his smoke fills you. The statistics and pictures of smoker lungs mean nothing to you as he kisses you like this.

You’re more than just warming up to the smell you usually couldn’t stand, and you find yourself back where you were on Friday. Willing to take whatever he gives you. As long as he kept kissing you like this. As long as he kisses you like he plans on making you his wife while he fucks you like he’s your high school bully. The kiss is all tongues and muffled moans, your arms wrapping around his neck. You chase after his lips when he finally starts pulling away. An involuntary whimper slid from you as you look at him with heavy eyelids.

“If you want something…” He trails off in a whisper, keeping his half-lidded eyes on you even as he reaches over to tap off ash into a cheap plastic tray. His thumb and pointer finger pinch your chin to keep your focus on him. “You ask, okay? Pretty standard rules, princess.”

“But…”

“But now,” He cuts you off with a soft sigh, head tilting as he looks at you. The eye contact is becoming so intense it’s burning through you. “Now I know this is important for you, ‘kay?”

You’re surprised by this. Honestly you’re shocked by every kindness and touch of patience he provided you today. You would have never guessed Eddie Munson is even capable of such a thing. You nod with your gaze retreating downwards, toying with your hands and he chases after your stare with a tilt of his head to try and get you to look at him again, brows raised up.

“Doll?”

You wipe at the cooling streaks of tears on one cheek with your shoulder then finally look up again, and nod with more confidence this time.

“And…” He looks almost like he’s in pain for a moment before he finally continues “‘m sorry, okay?”

“…Really?” You murmur, eyes wide with shock.

“Yeah.” He huffs out a laugh. “Don’t act so surprised. I’m capable of an apology, given the right circumstances.”

You eye him, silent with hesitation and shock.

“‘N the right girl.” He murmurs with a soft voice even though he had that shit-eating grin on his face. Why is it always so charming? It’s smug and teasing, but always so endearing.

You don’t know what else to do so you just kiss him. You pull him in by his shoulders and kiss him. You kiss him like you could devour him, body and soul. His arms circle around your waist after leaving that partly-smoked cigarette in the cheap ash tray and drags you closer all while kissing you back. He’s leaning down to place you on the scratchy carpeting and hover over you. Any break for air is short-lived before you’re back on each other. Your hands tangle in the messy curls draping around your head, tugging to pull a groan from him.

“Fuck…” He sighs into the kiss, dropping his body down to put more of his weight on you. He parts from your lips despite your whiny protests and presses kisses and nips to your jaw as he works his way to your neck. His arms unfurl from around your waist so his hands can settle on your hips and let his thumbs massage into your skin. You’re pawing at his vest as he works on leaving a love bite on your pulse point below your ear, and—surprisingly—he moves away to shake the jacket-vest combo off and drop it beside you. You eye the fit of his t-shirt and it makes your mind fog up.

All your focus is on the shape of his tummy against the fabric. The way the material sticks to him and shows all the harsh angles of his toned chest. The fact that he had cut off the bottom hem of his top and when he moves the right way you can see that trail of hair on his lower stomach. The shape of his arms under the sleeves. Does he work out? Considering his lack of discipline, you couldn’t imagine him having an exercise regimen, but dear god. His arms weren’t absurdly cut, but they were still thick with enough muscle that his sleeves seem a little tight. You can see the veins of his forearms and the blown out ink on his skin. When he’s on top of you again, sucking on your neck, you let your hands drag over his back and sneak underneath his shirt. The heat of his skin and the moving musculature alone making your toes curl. You’re happy to have him on you, but you wanted that damn shirt off too. You’re grasping at the fabric and pulling it up, gasping when he bites on your neck for doing so.

“Take that shit off-“ You huff, making a smile tug at his lips.

“Using my lines now, doll?” He purrs once he’s raised up again and grasping behind his head to pull his shirt over it. You can’t even think of a smart reply, your brain short circuiting at the sight of his naked torso. Even though you enjoy it, you never really understood his urge to bite. You sure do now. You shift from laying on your back to sit up in front of him while he remains raised up on his knees. Your hands slide up his stomach, feeling the goosebumps that raise in the wake of your cold fingertips. He’s still for once and you bring your hands back down to pull on his belt, fighting against the stiff leather to slide it out of the buckle.

You’ve never given head before, mainly because the only time there was an opportunity it had been with a guy you didn’t even like that much who kept trying to push your head down while you were kissing; but you felt feverish with thoughts of Eddie’s dick down your throat. While rushing to go down on him was the last thing you had on your mind at the start of your day, after he was so sweet on you, you were desperate to taste him.

Eddie’s breath is staggered as he watches you undo his jeans, his pupils all blown out. He can’t even count how many times he’s fantasized about those lips wrapped around his cock, but he knew after everything that he didn’t deserve to go first. Fuck, he wanted to, but he doesn’t deserve it. Belt open and slack and jeans undone, he grabs your hands to pin them over your head once you were pushed back onto the floor and he leans down to kiss you. One hand holds the side of your face and the other is pulling the zipper on your hip down, muttering a you first against your lips.

Before tugging at your skirt skort, Eddie pulled away again to lift your shirt off. He grew irritable for a moment with the long sleeves that fought him, tossing it aside harshly with a grumble that made you giggle. That gentle laugh was the only thing that lightened his mood again and encouraged a small smile before he continued. He kisses down your body, giving you the occasional bite. There are little things that he does along the way that make parts of you feel beautiful—parts that you either don’t pay attention to or even aren’t fond of. It’s an odd thing considering how mean he always is, but he seems to show a devotion to each and every inch of your skin that wouldn’t occur to most men. The way his hands slide along your sides as he makes his way down your chest, giving you the occasional squeeze. The way his arms slip around your midsection and bring you closer to his face with a press to the small of your back, smothering his face between your breasts still covered by a flimsy, lace bra—breathing in the scent of your skin. The way his hold relaxes as he continues down, just to squeeze you to him again when he finds a new spot he wants to smother himself in. One side of your tummy underneath your ribs. The slight rise of your lower abdomen beneath your belly button. Your hip bones.

You’re so drunk on his touch at first that it doesn’t even occur to you where this is leading until he’s already face-to-face with the center of your underwear.

“E-Eddie- no-“ You squeak out suddenly. “Not that.”

He lifts his head to eye you curiously and with surprise at the denial of getting head, lips parted in a question that you interrupt.

“I’m on my period, remember?”

Eddie half-jerks his shoulder up in a careless shrug. “Yeah, I know. So?”

“It’s just… it’s so messy and bloody. I wouldn’t even want you to eat me out right now if I was still mad at you.”

“Doll, c’mon…” He groans while pressing his face into your inner thigh—not to try and convince you to give consent cause he doesn’t care about this boundary, but rather to show how badly he wants to do this. That he doesn’t care about the mess and he doesn’t think it’s gross, in fact he found it hot. If you were sitting in his bed or in his passenger seat and got your period, his perv ass probably wouldn’t even try to remove the stain.

“I want to.” He insists, pulling away again to look up at you. “I think it would be so fucking hot. It’ll help the pain, princess.”

You consider the offer for a moment, wondering if he’s right. If he could make you feel so good that he’d reach and clear out those aches and pains that Tylenol couldn’t even touch. You still shake your head, the thought of all that blood on his tongue and the smell in his nostrils making you nervous and embarrassed. He groans again and dramatically flops into your stomach to hide his face.

“Not with your mouth.” You clarify, cheeks all rosy.

At that, he finally raises his head with a raised brow and his bangs all messy.

“Oh yeah?”

He’s sitting up now, settling back against folded legs as he raises your legs one by one to take your shoes off and toss them randomly. You tilt your head to watch one sneaker smack the back of the passenger seat, then look to the side to watch your second sneaker smack into the interior with a vibrating clunk. After taking off your shoes, your ankles are lightly settled on his shoulders and he has his hands wrapped around your calves as he tilts his head to press a kiss to the inside of one ankle. Then he’s moving to bite the inside of the opposite knee.

After that, he skips right back to your lips, your legs parted to settle on either side of him now. Eddie hooks his fingertips into the band of your underwear and pulls them down, having to begrudgingly separate enough so you can bend your knees up to your chest while he tugs them off your legs. He’s about to casually pull on the string of your tampon when you shake your head quickly and clasp your hand over your entrance.

“I’ll- I’ll do it.” You murmur and he’s (once again) groaning irritably.

He wishes you wouldn’t be so sheepish about it. He can understand the experience of your period not being the most comfortable thing in the world, but he doesn’t know what he has to do to show that he likes it. That he wants to go down on you and wipe that mess off of his face with pride, therefore not needing to look away at your insistence while you take out your tampon. Maybe it’s his pride in being a freak. Maybe it’s a slight twinge of superiority, knowing that he was one of the few guys that would even offer in the first place. Maybe it’s that breeding kink flaring up at what he saw as a glaring reminder that you could possibly get pregnant with his kid. Maybe it’s just the fact that it’s you. But he lets you do it yourself, holding in his usual attitude for the sake of your sensitivity for once, then leaning back down to kiss you the second you give the okay.

The kiss doesn’t have as much of an apologetic gentleness as the others, but it was passionate and it was hot. The heavy breathing and groping and spit; the taste of cigarettes and mint; the scratch of slight stubble and the bump of his nose against yours. Eddie shot a hand out to feel for his jacket which he promptly crams under your tailbone to raise your hips, then dips his thumbs in the band of his exposed boxers to pull his pants and boxers down. (He didn’t take them off completely per usual, but you took getting him shirtless as your win).

Eddie pulls away just enough to wrap his hand around his cock, giving it a few good tugs before leading it to your entrance. He keeps an eye on your expression, plunging into you the moment his tip slid in. The few times he’s fucked you, you were always so messy and wet and warm, but this was enough to sign his soul away. You were soaked with arousal and blood as expected, but he wasn’t prepared for how much puffier you are like this. And so fucking hot. You mewl at the sensation, a dull ache in your lower abdomen at the start, but it’s slowly dissipating. Maybe it’s the association between blood and pain, and menstruation and pain, but you genuinely thought this would hurt more than usual—you certainly weren’t betting on your heightened sensitivity. Even that first stroke slipping into you lit up your nerves.

“‘S good, right?” He asks with a cocky grin, left hand wrapped around your right thigh and his right hand sliding over your tummy and slowly massaging the area.

You almost don’t want to admit it, but you do with a nod and pouty lips that have pathetic little whimpers slipping past them. Eddie slides back out a couple inches then pushes back into you, your toes curling as a bit of blood and arousal gushes and sputters out around his base. You curse under your breath, encouraging him to proceed. He’s uncharacteristically tender, and while seeing his sweet side today was a pleasant surprise—you just wanted him to fuck you.

“Eddie-“ You breathe out.

“Hm?”

“Please just fuck me.”

His grin is devilish and his gaze is fiery. He snaps his hips forward once without wasting a second, threatening to making your eyes roll back.

“Yeah?” He leans down, his voice a condescending whisper as he stays infuriatingly still while this deep. “My baby come cryin’ cause ‘m too mean? But she still wants me to bully her little pussy?”

You whine and nod your head, his following thrusts nearly punching the breath out of your lungs. His hand rests over your pubic bone and starts rubbing at your clit as he fucks into you. Your head lolls back into the carpeting, breasts bouncing with his efforts.

“Such a good fucking slut for me. This pussy all mine?”

“Uh huh-“ You speak in a whiny moan, hips weakly pushing forward and he takes the hint.

Eddie pulls you forward by your hips and holds you close to him as he gives you breathtakingly shallow thrusts. Your eyes begin to water from the way he’s moving inside you and his thumb is brushing on your clit. His other hand parts from your hip to grip onto the center of your bra, pulling it down to free your breasts and to keep a steady grip on you by the fabric clasped around your chest.

“Eddie-” You sob, and an earth-shattering sense of relief blows through him, leaving him temporarily wrecked before settling again like a gust of wind pushing up bird feathers before they smooth out again. Finally seeing those globs of tears in your eyes in the way he loves brought that balance back, and he’s doubling his efforts. Your lips part and your back arches up off of the carpet of his van, those wet streaks leading from your eyes back into your hair just like they were on Friday.

You’re counting your blessings that you aren’t back in your bed with your parents down the hall during your make up session because even the fear of being caught wouldn’t have been able to stop the moan that gasps from your lungs when you cum around him. All the tension and hormones and yearning of this week mixing with the overpowering pleasure he’s giving you, all culminating to this very moment and making you see stars. You feel like you’ve been temporarily shoved under water, all of the sounds around you muffling—even the sound of your own breathing. Just as you’re floating back up to the surface, Eddie’s leaning down to place his lips on yours. His large hands cover both sides of your face as he’s kissing you like he means it, only letting his hands part from your cheeks to wrap around your midsection and scoop you up while he sits back.

“Fuck-” You breathe out, hands settling to cradle the back of his head. You’re sure you look as disheveled as you feel. He thinks you look incredible.

“I know right?” He teases, all smug even in this quieter tone of voice and he laughs when you smack at his arm.

He eyes you from where his face is level with your chest, watching the playful irritation melt from your expression as he starts thrusting up into you. You’re almost too overstimulated from him moving so close to your orgasm that was still pulsing in the aftershock, but fuck if this doesn’t feel too good to pause even for a moment. Eddie wraps his arms around you to finally unclasp your bra and fling it towards the front of his van, metal hooks clinking against the hard surface of his dashboard. His hands smooth over your back, groaning against your skin as he smothers himself between your breasts again, fucking up into you. You start bouncing on top of him to meet his thrusts, whimpering quietly at the fluttering still rippling through your walls. You still have that palpable pulse inside you, squeezing around him and making it incredibly difficult to not cum before he can get you to let go at least one more time.

“C’n you cum for me, doll? Gimme one more?” He finally separates from your chest to look up at you again and while you were always the one looking fucked out, when you look at him you can’t help but feel like you’re seeing him the same way. A faint shine to his doe eyes glossed over with lust, that rosy tint to his cheeks, and the swell of his pink lips. You nod, but your hips buck in disagreement when his touch is back on your clit. It’s admittedly too soon, your eyes burning with prickling tears as the pleasure jolts through you like shocks of electricity rather than rolling waves—but you certainly weren’t going to ask him to stop.

You gasp out his name, fingers gripping the hair all damp with perspiration at the nape of his neck. You feel like you’re vibrating and the cramping in your stomach nearly makes you break and ask him to stop nudging at that sensitive bud. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, hearing him groan against your skin, feeling his hot breath on your chest. The two of you are moving like the universe would simply unravel if you stopped—as if it isn’t already unraveling in this moment.

“Oh my god-“ You moan and Eddie’s sinking his teeth into your breast—partly to punctuate his claim, partly to muffle his own sounds as he unloads inside of you.

You’re trembling in his lap with soft sobs in the aftershock of probably the most heart-stopping, all-consuming orgasm you’ve ever experienced. Even the slightest touch to your flushed skin sent shocks throughout your nerves and made you cry out, so Eddie stays still.

When both of your hearing is clear again, and you swallow to bring some moisture back to your throat—you let out a small laugh. It isn’t malicious or mocking. It rose up out of pure joy and relief and (honestly) a bit of surprise at everything that’s happened. And it all happened so quickly, you aren’t sure if your memory was able to keep up. God, you hoped it was. You want to relive it every time you close your eyes at night.

Eddie’s licking his lips and pulling back to look at you, a few laughs of his own bubbling up. Like always, he isn’t quick to pull out, but he does set you back down onto the carpet and press a few kisses to your jaw. His hands are pressed into the floor on either side of your head, pulling up his upper body to look down at you. Your hair is messy around your face, and streaks of mascara are all muddled around your eyes and down your cheeks. He put all of his weight on one arm to allow his other hand to raise up and swipe at those black streaks with his thumb before settling back down to kiss you, one arm still pressed up and bent at the elbow and the other settling his forearm on the rug.

The kiss is slower, but still sloppy with exhaustion. He pulls back one more time just to smile down at your face and ends up right back to kissing you seconds later.

The sun is setting in Hawkins and the two of you are all over each other until you realize how late it had gotten and your lips might as well have been ready to fall off. But even when you’re dropped off at home with excuses ready, he still climbed in through that bedroom window to keep kissing you once everyone in the house retired for the night.

After all, you finally left it unlocked and he couldn’t stand another week out in the cold.

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My Pain Fits In The Palm Of Your Freezing Hand

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Pairing: when Peter learns you have healing powers, he starts faking injuries to come see you until he gets seriously hurt

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While on a mission with Tony, Peter went to swing on a web when it broke and sent him flailing the ground.

“Ow. My butt.” Peter whined when he fell right on his tailbone.

“See, that’s exactly why I don’t swing on webs I made myself. Too risky.” Tony clicked his tongue.

“They’ve never betrayed me like this before.” Peter wheezed and rolled back and forth in an attempt to assuage his pain.

“Yeah. You definitely look like you have nerve damage.” Tony sighed as he looked at Peter.

“Mr. Stark.” Peter groaned. “My butt feels like someone just did a banging drum solo on it. I’m seriously injured.”

“And I’m seriously over your attitude.” Tony replied. “You bruised your butt. Get over it.”

“I think it’s broken. Can you break your butt?” Peter gasped and looked at Tony in fear.

“Oh my God. Fine. Come with me.” Tony rolled his eyes before scooping Peter up bridal style. Peter found it a little strange but didn’t complaint. Tony carried him to the jet and they flew off together to tower.

Once they landed, Tony led Peter down a hallway to a room he had never been in before.

“What’s this room?” Peter looked at Tony to ask.

“This is my best kept secret. Ever wonder how we all heal so quickly?” Tony smiled smugly.

“Not really, no.”

“Oh.” Tony’s smile dropped. “Well, it’s her.”

“Her?” Peter asked as Tony pushed the door open. Peters eyes moved past Tony and landed on you. Standing in the room that looked like it was dressed for medical purposes was you in a lab coat over a navy blue dress. Peters breath immediately hitched in his throat when you gave him a wave.

“Peter, I’d like you to meet my daughter.” Tony said as he put an arm around you.

“You have a daughter? Like from doing sex and stuff?” Peter asked in disbelief.

“What can I say?” Tony shrugged. “I was a whore in my 20s. And 30s. And now.”

“And I’m the result of that whoring. Hi, I’m Y/n.” You said and reached out to shake Peters hand.

“I’m Peter.” Peter blushed as he shook your hand.

“So what hurts?”

“My…my ass.” Peter reluctantly admitted.

“Okay, great. Wait what?” Your smile dropped.

“My coccyx.” He said in a quiet voice.

“Your cocks sick?” You asked and looked at your dad in confusion.

“He fell really hard on his coccyx.” Tony explained. “Do you think you could work your magic?”

“I don’t see why not.” You said snd smiled at Peter.

“What magic? She’s magic?” Peter asked me looked at you incredulously.

“I’ll have you know my lovely daughter has the power to heal.” Tony said proudly.

“So you can heal my butt?” Peter asked hopefully.

“Hop up on my table.” You instructed and patted the medical table beside you. Peter looked at Tony for reassurance and he gave him the go ahead. He left the room as Peter hopped up onto the table and laid on his tummy.

“How does this work exactly?” Peter asked as he nervously looked over his shoulder at you.

“You’ll see. Can you show me where it hurts?” You asked him in a kind tone.

“Yeah. Right here.” Peter said and went to pay his tailbone. He ended up smacking his own butt, sending a loud clap through the silent room. You and Peter were silent for a minute as the sound bounced off the walls.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to smack it like that.” Peter mumbled quietly.

“It’s okay. But damn, that was a pretty loud smack. You got a lot of cake back here.” You chuckled as the shyness between you melted away.

“You mean that?” Peter looked over his shoulder with a pleased smile, making you laugh.

“I do. You could open a bakery with this thing. It’s phat with a “ph” at the front.” You replied, and it was Peters turn to laugh.

“You aren’t what I would expect Tony Starks daughter to be like.” He admitted.

“What were you expecting?”

“Have you seen Modern Family?”

“Of course.” You scoffed.

“I was expecting Alex Dunphy. Like, exactly her.”

“That’s fair. And to be honest, I wasn’t expecting the bug themed super-teen my dad won’t shut up about to be double cheeked up on a Thursday afternoon.” You said simply, making Peter laugh.

“Your dad won’t shut up about me?” He said in a swooning voice.

“Nope. I swear, he looked into legally adopting you at one point.”

“I wish he would. Then I’d get to live here instead of the shoebox I currently live in.”

“Yeah. My dad told me about it the first time he went to visit you. He told me the square footage and gagged a little.” You chuckled.

“Yep. That sounds like Tony.” Peter sighed and rested his chin on his hands.

“Well growing up here isn’t as amazing as it seems. There’s a million rooms and they’re almost always empty. It’s honestly pretty lonely here most of the time.” You told him, the playfulness in your voice gone. Peter peaked over his shoulder and saw that your smile had turned into a pensive look.

“I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

“I’m sorry too. Because I’m gonna need you to strip.”

“What?” Peters eyes widened.

“My powers can’t get through your suit. I’m guessing my dad made it and he tries to make these things as impenetrable as possible.” You explained as you put your hand over Peters tailbone to show him that nothing would happen. Peter looked at your hand before letting out a little chuckle.

“What?” You wondered.

“Penetrate.” He said then laughed again.

“Oh my God.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Just take off your clothes. I’ll turn around.”

Peter got off your table and took his Spiderman suit off, leaving him in just his boxers. He took those off as well and told you he was done. You turned back around and your jaw dropped when you saw he was totally naked.

“DUDE!” You shrieked and covered your eyes with your hands.

“What?” Peter wondered.

“Why are your boxers off?!” You asked with your hands still over your eyes.

“You said strip!” Peter matched your volume out of instinct.

“Not all the way!” You exclaimed. “Why would you need to be completely naked for me to heal you?”

“I don’t know! I don’t know how your powers work!” Peter shouted back.

“Put them back on!”

“Okay! Sorry!”

Peter grabbed his boxers and pulled them back up while you peaked through your fingers to look at him. He looked up at you and you quickly covered your face back up before he could see that you were peaking. He caught you and smirked to himself but said nothing.

“Okay. I’m decent.” Peter told you. You uncovered your eyes and unapologetically stared at his body for a second before looking into his eyes.

“Good. Now get on the table, perv.” You said and tried to hide the blush you felt.

“I’m not a perv.” He whined. “You’re the first person who’s ever seen my penis. Literally the very first person ever.”

“You haven’t seen it?” You asked with genuine concern.

“Obviously I have. But other than myself or anyone who’s ever changed my diaper as a kid, you’re the first.” Peter said and climbed back on the table.

“Wow. I’m so honored.” You chuckled and rubbed your hands together.

“So how’s this gonna work?” Peter asked nervously and looked over his shoulder.

“I’m gonna put my hand on your butt. Which I was kinda worried about doing because I thought it would be awkward but then you whipped your dick out and I don’t see things getting anymore awkward than that.”

“That’s fair.” Peter nodded in agreement.

“You’re gonna feel warm, okay? That’s how you know it’s working.” You prepared him and placed your hand on his tailbone. Your touch brought forth and incandescent glow as your powers started to work. Your hand glowed a sunset orange that traveled up your forearm and spread into Peters back.

“Okay. Tell me when it -ahhhhhh.” Peter sighed in relief when he felt the warmth you were talking about. His pain instantly melted away and he felt like he was floating on a cloud.

“Does that feel good?” You asked softly, making all the blood rush to Peters face.

“So good.” He breathed out. “My butt is in butt heaven right now.”

“Been there.” You nodded. “I call it Beaven.”

“Thank you so much. That really was magic.” Peter said as he rolled over on the table. You smiled and held out your hand to help him sit up.

“Do you have anymore injuries I can help you with today?” You asked without letting go of his hand.

“How about my bruised ego?” He asked with an embarrassed smile.

“I’m not a miracle worker, Peter.” You said seriously before cracking a smile.

“Then no. You’ve done all you could do.”

“I’m glad I could help. I will hopefully be seeing you around.” You said as you stood between his legs and rested your hands on his thighs.

“I hope so.” He said quietly as he gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips. You instinctively started to lean in just as the door swung open.

“Hey you two. How did it - oh. Your pants are off. That was unexpected.” Tony stopped in his tracks when he saw how little clothing Peter had on.

“If you want to talk about unexpected-“

“He doesn’t.” Peter quickly cut you off. He hopped off your table and gave you one last look before going to Tony.

“Thank you again, honey.” Tony smiled at you, but your eyes were on Peter.

“Bye Peter.” You waved to him as your hand glowed.

“Bye.” Peter smiled shyly before being ushered out of the room by Tony.

“So what did you think of her? Pretty neat, huh?” Tony asked as he walked Peter to the front door.

“She’s incredible. Do you know if she has a-“

“Boyfriend?” Tony cut him off. “She doesn’t. And it’s not going to be you. That’s my kid, okay? And in a way, you are too, so it’s basically incest if you think about it. So do not even think about it.”

“I wasn’t.” Peter lied as he thought hard about it.

A couple weeks later, Peter was asked to come on another mission with Tony. It was handled quickly and Peter was left unscathed, but Tony didn’t need to know that. He’d been dying to see you again after the last time so he did what he had to do and faked an injury.

“Ow. I really hurt myself.” Peter pretended to whine and rubbed his shoulder.

“Aw. Sucks to suck.” Tony said without looking up from his phone. Peter rolled his eyes but was determined to get what he was after.

“Do you think your daughter could help me?” Peter asked and pretended he just thought it it.

“I guess so.” Tony shrugged. “FRIDAY, take us to the tower.”

Peter pumped his fist in celebration and Tony looked at him suspiciously.

“Ow.” Peter whined again and rubbed his completely fine shoulder.

“Wasn’t it your other shoulder?” Tony pointed out.

“They both hurt.” Peter quickly lied.

“Uh huh.” Tony said skeptically before going back to his phone. They landed at the tower in no time and peters heart raced and Tony led him to your room.

“Oh. Hello again.” You smiled when Tony and Peter walked into your room. “Are you gonna keep your pants on this time?”

“No promises.” Peter said and returned the smile.

“What?” Tony demanded. “You better kept your pants on. Make promises.”

“I promise I’ll keep my pants on.” Peter mumbled under his breath.

“Good. Thanks a mil, hon.” Tony kissed your cheek before leaving the room.

“You’re welcome daddy.” You called after him.

“Daddy?” Peter snorted and gave you a look.

“Shut up, orphan.” You shot back.

“Damn!” Peter let out a shocked laugh as you covered your mouth with your hand.

“I’m sorry. That came out so fast. I had no time to stop it.”

“How’d you even know about that?” Peter laughed and sat on your table.

“I asked my dad about you after we met.” You admitted. “And then I deep searched you on the internet. And Peter, I mean really deep.”

“How deep?” Peter raised an eyebrow.

“You know your comments on Porn Hub are visible to the public, right?” You asked, making all the color drain from his face.

“Oh no.” He whispered.

“Oh yes. But I think it’s cute you pointed out a plot hole in that one step mom video.” You told him with a smile.

“Oh my God.” He turned a deep red and covered his face with his hands. You found this cute and moved his hands away from his face to see him.

“Tell me what hurts.” You said in a soft voice. It was so gentle that Peter felt his chest explode with fondness for you.

“My shoulder.”

“Aw. Your shoulder?” You pouted sarcastically.

“Hey. It could be serious.” He playfully scolded you.

“Seriously pathetic.” You snorted. “Take off your suit.”

“You are just like your dad. And are you this mean to all your patients?” Peter asked as he pressed the center of his suit to let it slide off his body. You sucked in a sharp breath when you saw his body again but quickly looked away.

“Nope. Just you.”

“Should I be flattered or offended by that?” He asked you as you placed your hands on his shoulder.

“That’s up to you, pretty boy.” You said suavely as your hand lit up a golden orange. Peter didn’t get to see this last time since you worked on his back, so his eyes lit up with amazement when he saw your powers at work. Golden rays swirled under his skin as the familiar warm sensation engulfed his shoulder.

“How’s that feel?” You asked as you looked into his eyes.

“Really good.” He said softly and held your gaze. Your eyes lingered on gus for a minute until you regained your composure and took your hand away.

“All better?” You cleared your throat and asked.

“Yeah. Thanks.” Peter rolled his shoulder out and kept his eyes on your.

“Is there anything else I could do for you?” You asked and leaned your hands on either side of the table so that you were boxing him in.

“I don’t think so.” Peter gulped and looked at your lips again.

“Okay. Then I’ll see you next time you’re hurt.” You said but didn’t stop leaning over him.

“Is it weird I hope that happens soon?”

“Really weird, yeah.” You teased him.

“Good to know.” He smirked. “Thanks again.”

Peter returned less than a week later when he saw on Tony’s Instagram that he was away on vacation. Peter swung to the tower and snuck inside before finding your room.

“Back so soon?” You asked and leaned against the doorframe.

“You’ll never believe it. I got a paper cut.” Peter said and held up his finger.

“Oh no. You did?” You asked sarcastically.

“Yeah. It seems really deep too. Should I take my shirt off?” Peter asked as he walked into your room.

“Not this time, perv.” You chuckled and pushed him towards your table. He hopped up onto it and swung his legs as he watched your hands.

“Can I ask you something about your powers?”

“Go ahead.”

“Is it just your hands that can heal?” He wondered. You smiled a little and took his hand before taking his hand and bringing it to your lips. You kissed his fingertip and the golden rays he had grown so fond of a spread from your lips. He felt his cut heal while his face burned a bright red.

“Did that answer your question?” You asked as you looked at him through your eyelashes.

“I cut my pee pee too.” He whispered.

“Oh yeah? On what?” You humored him.

“Can opener.”

“A can opener?” You laughed in surprise. “What was that doing down there? A DIY circumcision?”

“It wasn’t. I just said the first thing that came into my head.” Peter admitted.

“That was very obvious to me but thanks.” You chuckled.

“Well do you think you could kiss it better?” He smiled teasingly.

“I’ll do you one better and snap it off. Then you’ll never have to worry about cutting it on a can opener again.”

“Is that your medically professional suggestion?” Peter asked in a serious tone. You laughed and shook your head at him, making him crack a smile.

“Don’t be fresh. I’ve seen your “pee pee” enough times for one lifetime.” You reminded him.

“Yeah. That moment has been haunting me since the day we met.”

“As does it haunt me. Now do you have anything else I can heal for you today?”

“Would you believe me if I said I had a cut on my lip?” Peter asked as his eyes dropped to your lips again. You smiled and started to lean in until your lips brushed against his as you spoke.

“Not a chance, lover boy.” You whispered and pushed his face away. Peter let out a disappointed groan while you laughed proudly.

“Fine. But I did have another question.”

“You can ask but you’re on thin ice.” You playfully warned him.

“Can you heal yourself?” He asked, making your smile drop. You stood between his legs and rested your hands on his chest before shaking your head.

“No. Isn’t that funny? The powers don’t work on myself.”

“So what do you do when you get hurt?”

“I suck it up. You should try it sometime.” You teased him.

“I’m not sure I know how. You’ll have to show me.” He joked as he brushed some hair off your forehead.

“I think I could manage that.” You smiled and played with the collar of his flannel. Peter watched your hands as his face flushed all the way to his ears.

“Y/n?” Peter asked softly.

“Yes?” You asked and slowly looked into his eyes.

“Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like we have something going here.” He said and gestured between the two of you.

“Do you now?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I feel like we did before I said something.” Peter continued, making you laugh. When your laughter died down, you kept your eyes down as you toyed with the buttons on his shirt.

“My dads your boss. So many things could go wrong.” You said quietly as your way of gently letting him down. Peter brought his hand to your face and used his pinky to tilt your chin up so you could look into his eyes.

“But so many things could go right.” He said with his eyes on your lips. You looked into his eyes and shook your head a little to show him you meant what you said.

“I promise that if you take a chance on me, we could be really good together.” Peter pleaded with you. As much as you wanted to give in, you knew you couldn’t cross this line.

“It’s like I told you. I can’t heal my heart if it breaks.” You said and took a step back from him. Peter nodded in disappointment but ultimately understood.

“But thank you for the offer.” You said to lighten the mood. Peter looked down at his healed finger and folded it into a fist before letting it go.

“No. Sure. Of course.” Peter didn’t look at you as he got off your table. He went to the door but stopped when he felt guilty for how he was acting. He turned to you and gave you a smile that showed he wasn’t angry.

“Thanks for healing me. I’ll see you next time.” He said sincerely before leaving the room.

You didn’t see or hear from Peter for the next few weeks. Your guilt had been eating away at you every day and you longed for the moment he’d walk through your door needed something to be healed. Finally, you got a text from your dad that he was on his way over with Peter. You put on some lipgloss and fixed your hair before setting up your medical table. Soon enough, you heard a knock at your door.

“This better not be another paper cut.” You said as you opened the door. Your eyes widened when you saw Tony carrying Peter while Peter clutched his stomach.

“It’s not. It’s really bad.” Tony said in a shaky voice as he laid Peter down on your table. Peters head slumped to the side and he could see that he had three deep scratches going across his entire chest.

“Oh my God. What happened?” You put your hand over your mouth when you saw Peters wounds.

“Giant lizard.” Tony told you.

“Giant lizard?! What?!”

“Don’t ask. Please just fix him.” Tony begged and you could see that he had started to cry.

“I will. But I can’t do it if you’re in here. You gotta go.” You said and Tony immediately left. You warmed up your hands and started to put them on Peter when he grabbed your wrist.

“Y/n.” Peter croaked out.

“I’m right here, Petey. I got you.” You told him and gripped his hand.

“It hurts really bad.” Peter said as tears slid down his bloody face.

“I know. I’m gonna heal you, okay? I promise.” You said and put your hand over his wound. Your hand started to glow but the wound was so deep that the bleeding didn’t stop.

“I don’t think it’s gonna work. I think I’m gonna die.” Peters voice cracked as he looked down at his wounds. You quickly tilted his chin up so he couldn’t see how badly he was hurt.

“You’re not gonna die, okay? I’m not gonna let that happen. Just let me heal you.” You said as your tear drops fell onto his face.

“If I die-“

“You won’t.” You cut him off.

“If I do.” Peter continued. “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” You asked and stroked his face with your free hand.

“I think…” Peter began but trailed off.

“Yes?” You urged as you leaned close to his face.

“I think your butt is big too.” He said in a weak voice.

“Oh my God.” You let go of his hand and let it drop into his chest.

“I wanted to tell you that the day we met. But I forgor.” Peter said before breaking down into a coughing fit.

“I’m not even gonna heal him. I’m gonna let him die.” You said, mostly to yourself.

Peter let out a strained laugh before passing out from the pain. You quickly moved your hands along his cuts until the bleeding eventually stopped. Once you had that under control, you pressed down firmly on his chest to spread your powers as deeply as you could. Finally, his wounds closed before your eyes. You pressed the center of his suit and tugged it off of him so that you could properly clean him up. Peter ended up waking up after you had put him in a fresh pair of scrubs that you kept in your room. When you saw his eyes flutter open, you rushed to his side.

“Hey, you healed me.” He said with a soft smile. You replied by swiftly smacking him across the face.

“That’s for dying.” You told him. You then leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“That’s for coming back.” You said. Peter slowly sat up as he never broke eye contact with you. After a beat of shocked silence, he spoke.

“What kind of Disney channel ass shit was that?” Peter asked with a disgusted face.

“Are you kidding me?” Your smile dropped.

“Are you? That was the corniest thing you could’ve possibly done. It’s giving “he’s right behind me, isn’t he?”. It’s giving “uh guys, you’re gonna want to see this.” It’s giving-“

“Okay. I get it. I’ll just never speak again then.” You cut him off and held up your hands in defense.

“Wait. Come back.” Peter chuckled and pulled your back towards him by your shirt. You rolled your eyes but looked him in the eyes to hear what he said to say.

“Can you heal a broken heart? Aha.” He asked you in a fake deep voice.

“I’m about to smack the fuck out of you.” You warned.

“Okay. But you have to promise to heal me after.” He teased. You couldn’t help but smile at his antics as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He looked into your eyes as he pressed his forehead against yours and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Can we cut the bullshit and make out already?” He asked you, puppy dog eyes in full effect.

“And you think what I said was corny?” You laughed at him.

“And you think what I said was corny?” Peter mimicked you. “Shut up and kiss me.”

“Shut up and kiss-” You started to mimic him back when he pulled you into a kiss. You cupped his face with your hands as he pulled you into his lap to deepen the kiss. You were just getting into a groove when you heard the door open.

“Hey honey. Is Peter….” Tony trailed off as you and Peter quickly broke apart. You stepped back as Peter wiped your lipgloss off his mouth. Tony looked between the two of you for a long time as you all stood in uncomfortable silence.

“Honey, get your powers ready. Peters gonna need them.” Tony said and he cracked the knuckles on both his hands.

“But…but I just healed him.” You said quietly.

“You’re gonna have to heal him again.” Tony replied as he stretched his arms.

“Why?” You wondered and looked between Peter and your dad. Tony cracked his neck before staring Peter down.

“Because I’m about to beat the shit out of him.”

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The Girl Who Never Cries

Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)

(Not my gif - found it on pinterest. If it's urs, contact me for proper credit)

Chapter 2: Pissin' Our Pants Yet?

Chapter Summary: A fun target practice with Carl quickly turns into a revealing conversation with the leader of the Saviors, maybe he’s not a monster after all. Despite an almost empty pantry, Negan isn't hostile towards you, quite the opposite and it's unsettling, to say the least.

Wordcount: 4405

Notes: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.

- Part 1 of the The One And Only Series - Takes place during the beginning of season 7.

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

"Eyes on the target, Carl." You remind your brother, but his head keeps turning towards the gate. It's the Saviors' second visit and it's putting him on edge.

You, on the other hand, are almost calm. Everything you and the other scavengers gathered last week is hidden, safe and sound in the sewers. Rick voiced his concern, but you did not listen. Darly, Michonne and Sasha also got your back and that convinced the rest of the town as well.

And if you really get caught, you'd take the blame without hesitation. If that's what it takes to keep your family safe, you'd do it gladly.

A few items were brought to the pantry, the Saviors have to find something after all, but your actual good stuff will stay with you. The trip to the mall went south pretty much the second you stepped out of your car but you came home, severely injured and about to pass out on the spot but you made it back.

You found enough food to feed the town for at least a few weeks and even got your hands on a few winter coats. Your family won't freeze this winter and this alone will be worth the scars.

Carl turns his attention back to the four green circles you've drawn on an old tree, your makeshift target. With a sigh he goes back into position, raising one of your throwing knives in the air.

"Your elbow needs to be higher." You advise, correcting his posture gently. "Okay, try it now."

Carl rolls his shoulder back before throwing the knife towards the tree. It's hitting the outer circle of the target.

"Nice!" You exclaim, smiling at him proudly. "You're getting better!"

Your brother returns your smile, huffing a laugh. He hurries to retrieve the knife again, eager to continue. He gave up on the training after he lost his eye, thinking he'd never be able to hit anything, but you were stubborn.

His mood got worse and worse after his slow recovery and it was breaking your heart. You pushed him forever until he finally agreed to at least try again. You both had to start from zero again, but you didn't mind. All you cared about was to take his mind off his doubts and see your baby brother happy again.

Carl returns to your side, assuming the same posture you've just shown him. He takes another swing, hitting the second ring of the target.

Jumping you shout out in joy. Ignoring the pain of your bandaged leg you hug him tightly to you. "See?" You ask, smiling from ear to ear. "All you needed was a kick in the ass."

"That's been just a lucky shot." Carl tries to downplay his accomplishments but you won't let him. "Even if that was true, you're far from being a lost call. I'm so proud of you!"

When you two let go, Carl goes back to the tree for the knife. When he turns to come back to you, he freezes on the spot, his eyes focused on something behind you. Starting to get irritated, you turn your head.

Negan.

The head of the Saviors is making his way towards you two, his second in command following him. Carl rushes to your side, taking your hand.

"Look who we got here, Simon? The girl who never cries." Negan chuckles. Carl squeezes your hand tightly, he's scared.

"Good morning", you greet the men, keeping your voice as even as possible. "Our Dad's helping at the pentry."

"Oh, I know, sunshine." Negan takes a few steps closer to you, looking over your bandages. "But I'd rather speak to you."

You turn your attention back to Carl. "Go home, I'll be there in a minute." Carl opens his mouth to argue but you shut him down immediately. "Now!"

Carl glares at you and Negan for a moment before he lets go of your hand. When you take your knife back from him, Negan reaches out for it. "May I?"

You hesitate for a second before you hand it over. Carl rounds you to go for your house, when the guy behind Negan gets moving, too.

You're about to interfere, when Negan steps in front of you. "Don't worry, Simon won't hurt him." He explains to you. "He'll just make sure nothing is hidden at your home."

You watch your brother and the other guy heading for your house until they're out of sight.

"What happened?" Negan's voice makes you turn your head back. He's pointing at your leg.

"Last supply run got ugly." You tell him, crossing your arms. He's still looking at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to elaborate.

"I've been to a mall and when I went to a closed off section, I got surrounded by walkers. They were way too many to fight so I booked it. Running would have taken too much time so I slid through a broken glass door. I came home with more shards than cans."

And that's not even a lie. Your jacket shielded your arms and torso but your pants ripped into shreds. All the adrenaline dulled the pain, but once you sat in your car and took off, it was unbearable.

The bigger shards you were able to remove on your way home, but you needed equipment for the small and tiny ones. The two days trip back to Alexandria felt like an eternity. You didn't sleep, nor eat until you've been inside the walls. Carl helped you as much as he could to remove the glass from your flesh. Eventually you blacked out from the pain and woke up with him asleep next to your cot, your leg fully wrapped.

"Is that why the pantry is next to empty?" Negan asks you, sounding somewhat reproachful.

You frown back at him. "Not for the lack of trying."

His expression softens and he lets out a heavy sigh. "Sorry."

Wait, what? It was barely audible but you're sure you've just heard the leader of the Saviors excuse himself for snapping at you.

"You good at it?" He asks, changing the subject and nodding towards the tree.

"I am." you affirm with confidence. You're a good enough shot with a gun, but with your knives you're unstoppable.

Negan smiles at you. "Prove it."

Within a blink of an eye you remove another knife from your belt and send it towards the target. The man beside you whistles in approval. You missed the bullseye only by a few inches. "Damn!" He turns his head back at you. "Show me?"

With another knife removed from your belt, you show Negan how to stand, one leg out, shoulder rolled back. He mimics you but when he's about to throw you intervene.

"Waitwaitwait." You blurt, preventing him from letting go by grabbing his wrist. "Not there!" You adjust his hold on the blade. "You'll slice your palm that way!"

He looks at you with raised eyebrows and you release his hand immediately. With a faint blush on your cheeks you look at the target. "Learned that the hard way", you whisper.

He lets out a quiet chuckle before throwing your knife. It's landing on the grass far behind the tree. You have to fight a smile, not even Carl managed to miss that badly.

"You gotta be kidding me." Negan curses, looking at the tree in disbelief.

You remove your last two knives, holding one out to him. "Wanna try again?"

He takes the knife without a word. And missed again. You hand him your last knife, unable to fight your smile any longer.

His eyes stay on you for a second before he tries again. This time he's actually hitting the tree but is still way too far from the green rings. "Unbelievable. How hard can it be, when even that one eye gets it done?"

"Lots of practice." You explain. "I've been teaching him for two years now." You go retrieving the knives, so Negan can try again, you can feel his eyes on you the whole way.

Once back at his side, you show him how to stand again. "You're bending your back too much", you explain. "Your foot is too far out and your elbow too low. A good stance for slicing throats but not for far off targets."

Negan tries to correct himself but you see he has trouble finding out what you mean. Without thinking you push against his back, forcing him to stand straight and lift his elbow gently like you did Carl's. Your both eyes meet and you take a step back again, heat coloring the tips of your ears. "Try again."

He does and hits the space between the two outer rings. "Ha!" He shouts, grinning from ear to ear. His hazel eyes look back at you and you feel stupid for even noticing their color. "Not bad", you rasp, clearing your throat awkwardly.

"Ouch," Negan places one hand on his chest, acting hurt. "Where is my cheerleading hug?"

The heat on your ears intensifies and you cross your arms again, trying to play cool. "Reserved only for people with handicaps."

"What a shame", Negan jokes before throwing again. Hitting only slightly lower this time. He seems in a way better mood now.

"Thank you for leaving my room untouched." You hear your voice say before you can stop yourself. The Saviors took a lot of furniture when they first came to Alexandria. Carl's and your fathers bedroom were completely empty, but yours was still the way you left it.

"Figured you had enough shit your way as it is." Negan replies, throwing again. "Despite common belief I'm not a monster."

It's hard to believe but you find yourself wanting to. "Well… thanks."

"See, that's why I like you." He turns his attention from the tree back to you again. "You don't take shit for granted and recognize privileges."

Feeling bold by his compliment, at least you think that's what it was, you look back at him, meeting his hazel eyes. "Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." He says, throwing the last knife.

"Why did you skip me?"

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You were terrified, your eyes searched for your brother, when one of the Saviors pushed you to your knees. Carl was kneeling next to your father, on the other side of the line. You were held between Abraham and Daryl, both men looked just as scared and defeated as you felt.

That's how it's going to end, you thought, your father's bad decisions are finally catching up on you. You were almost equally angry as you were scared. No matter how vehemently you disagreed with the attack on the satellite station, you were about to die for it regardless.

And then the door of the RV opened, revealing the man your father believed he had killed when attacking the station. "Pissin' our pants yet?"

It got deafening quiet, the only things you've heard were your rapid heartbeat in your ear and the dirt under Negan's boots as he walked the line up and down.

He introduced himself to the group, his baseball bat tightly held in his gloved hand. Your father looked up when Negan stopped in front of him.

"Rick, right?" He asked. "I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool, not cool."

Chills were running down your spine and your blood was running cold, was he about to kill him?

"You have no idea how not cool that shit is." Negan continued. "But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly."

He talked about a new world order and about working for him but you barely catched it, too focused on cursing your father out in your mind. You swore to yourself that if you made it out of this alive, you'd leave the group for good, as you should have done years ago.

Negan kept swinging his bat in front of Rick's face. "You don't really think that you get through this without getting punished now, do you?"

This made your head snap up, paying more attention again.

"I don't wanna kill your people, just wanna make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me, you can't do that if you're dead, now can you?"

Negan started pacing again, swinging his bat dangerously close to everyone's faces. "But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of 'em, more than I'm comfortable with and for that-" His feet came into your field of view. "For that you're gonna pay."

Your stomach dropped and you refused to look up.

"So, now." He started again. "I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you. Let's find out which one of you gets the honor."

Negan crouched down in front of you and out of the corner of your eye you could see Daryl trying to come closer. You signaled him to stop with your hands behind your back and he did.

Your face got lifted by Negan's ungloved hand beneath your chin. He smiled at you. "Any volunteers?"

Despite your broken relationship you still expected your father to at least say something but everyone remained quiet. You never felt more abandoned than in this very moment, with your life at the mercy of a new enemy your father made.

Finally Negan let go of you, slowly pacing down the line. You dared breathing again, your eyes searching for your father.

He looked at you with tears running down his face, sorrow and regret written all over his features but all you could do was glaring at him.

Both of you turned your eyes to Carl, when Negan stopped at him. "You had one of my man's guns." He said, Lucille pointed at him. He also crouched down in front of Carl. "Shit, you're missing an eye?"

You felt your heart drop. Everyone but Carl , you screamed in your head. You'd rather die than to lose him.

"Bet you're quite a burden with an injury like this. Might as well put you out of your misery right now-"

"No!" You screamed in an inhumane voice. Daryl tried to hold you back but you were stronger, it took one of Negan's men to put you back on the ground, kicking you in the stomach.

"Uh-huh, get her back in line." Negan ordered his man, who dragged you back between Daryl and Abraham. "Alright, listen. Don't yall ever do that again, I'll shut that shit down, no exceptions. First one's free." He pointed at you. "It's an emotional moment, I get it."

Carl looked at you with tears in his eyes, you could not tell if they were for you or because he was scared. All you wanted to do was to comfort him but you couldn't.

"That's your kid, right?" Negan asked Rick, gesturing between him and Carl. "Now that's unfortunate-"

"Stop it!" Your father yelled, finally saying something.

"Hey!" Negan yelled back. "Don't make me kill the future serial killer, don't make it so easy on me."

Negan's eyes darted back to you and he paused for a moment. After what felt like an eternity, he spoke again, "I simply can't decide." He came back to you, Lucille on his shoulder. "But I got an idea."

He pointed at you with her. "Eeny."

That's been a bloody joke. You couldn't believe it. Negan made his way down the line and back up to you. He's been about the end of the rhyme and you followed along in your head. Glenn was 'you', Darly would have been 'are', making you the-

"It!" Negan finally exclaimed. You looked up, expecting to see Lucille pointed at you but instead she's in Abraham's face. Relieve and terror washed over you, followed by guilt.

"You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're all gonna be doin' that!" And Negan raised his bat.

You turned your head away, focusing on Daryl, his eyes also not leaving yours. With your heart hammering against your ribcage, you forced yourself to focus on your breathing.

Screams, crying and pleas followed the sound of what you assumed was Abraham's body hitting the ground. You couldn't make out actual words, only the desperation in their voices.

You were shaking, whether from fear or anger you couldn't tell. You tore your eyes from Daryls, when you heard footsteps again.

"Well, shit." Negan's voice cut through your spinning mind. "Look at that."

He leaned down on his dripping bat, forcing you again to meet his eyes with his hand. "Not a single tear?" He looked at you in awe. "Your eyes are not even glossy."

You held his gaze, unwilling to give in. "What's your name?" He asked but you remained silent.

He pointed his bat towards Carl, his eyes not leaving yours. "Y/N." You finally whispered.

"Y/N", Negan repeated, his face splitting into a smile. "You have bigger balls than any of the sorry shits here. How come everyone around here is weeping but you're not?"

You looked around and found everyone crying, Sasha was sobbing violently and that broke your heart. "I don't cry", you whispered again, meeting his eyes.

"Never?"

You shook your head and Negan's smile grew even wider. He let go of you again, chuckling. "Well, fuck me if that's not the most badass shit I've ever heard."

He raised to his feet again and addressed the group. "Now that's fucking awsome. Bet you assholes rely on that girl, don't cha?"

You looked back at Daryl and found fury in his eyes, he was trembling. You shook your head at him, silently pleading not to do something stupid.

Negan noticed Daryl, too, standing in front of him. "Bet you do more than the others, right? What would you do if I took her with me-"

Daryl didn't let him finish, connecting his fist with Negan's jaw. Two men tackled Daryl down to the ground again and you were sure Negan's killing him for it.

He didn't, he killed Glenn instead and after a tour with Rick in his RV, he finally got his men moving and they all left. You hugged your brother for what felt like hours, making sure he was still there. Carl cried into your shoulder and you tried to calm him down. Your father tried to talk to you but you ignored him, until Daryl pulled him away from you two.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"You noticed?" Negan's voice is bringing you back from your memories. Fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, you nod.

When you look up, Negan doesn't meet your eyes and you're afraid you've crossed a line. But you need to know, it's been bugging you ever since.

Finally he lets out another heavy sigh, looking back at you. "You would have died for the kid and that didn't sit right with me. Think of me what you want but I don't kill family in front of an kid's eye."

You believe him, you don't know why but his words sound sincere in your ears. It's certainly not what you expected to hear but it's something.

Slowly you make your way to the tree, getting your knives for the next round. You hand them to Negan again. "Now it's my turn for a question."

"Yeah?" You look at him expectantly.

"You really never cry? I'm no expert but that shit gotta be unhealthy." He misses the tree again, cursing under his breath.

"I stopped crying shortly after the dead came back." You remember. "At first to be strong for my brother, he's been just a child back then. But when we had to run from the monsters for the first time, I quickly realized I can't see shit that way. In order to keep Carl alive I forced myself to stop. Haven't cried ever since."

Negan misses again. He's clearly paying more attention to you than the target. "You're brother means a lot to you, doesn't he?"

You nod in conformation. "The only reason I'm still here."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

When your group returned to Alexandria, broken, tired and with two people missing, you dragged yourself into your house. You plopped down next to Judith's crib and watched her sleeping.

After an hour you peeled yourself up from the floor again and grabbed the bag under her bed. You made up your mind. Back in your room you started packing. You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice Carl behind you.

"You're leaving?" His voice was full of pain and it hurt you deeply but you didn't turn around, afraid he'd make you stay, like he did last time. When you didn't answer, he knocked your shirts out of your hand. "Y/N, talk to me!"

Finally you met his tearful eyes and your heart sunk to the ground. "I can't stay."

"Of course you can! We need you!"

Shaking your head, you drew a deep breath. "I honestly don't give a shit anymore. Dad's getting more and more people killed and I'm so sick and tired of it!"

Carl crushed into you, hugging you tightly. "We'll figure this out. We always do."

You bit down on your lip, blinking away the wetness in your eyes while clinging to your brother. "I almost got killed and he did nothing."

That hurt you the most, not Abraham's or Glenn's deaths, or the fact that their deaths could have been avoided if your father had listened to you. No, it was the crushing feeling of being abandoned.

"He did!" Carl said, letting go enough to be able to look at you. "He wanted to stand up but I begged him not to."

You didn't believe him. You wanted to but you couldn't. "This shit almost got you killed, too, Carl. I can't, I'm going."

"No! Y/N, please." But you tore yourself away from him. With your bag zipped up you left your room. "I love you", you said without looking back.

With two cans of whatever from the kitchen you made your way to your car. A Mini you bought from your first paycheck. The same car in which you picked Carl up from school, on the day the world went to hell.

You threw your bag in the trunk and got moving. In front of the gate you yelled at Eugene to open it up. He asked you where you were going.

"On a run." You lied. When you were about to hit the gas, the door at the passenger seat opened up.

"Out!" You yelled, when your father took the seat. "Out!"

"Y/N, please listen to me-"

"If you don't get the fuck out of my car-" You growled, shaking in anger. "I swear to God-"

"Hate me as much as you want, but please listen to me, Y/N", Your father begged.

You gripped the wheel with both hands, refusing to look at him. "I give you one minute."

"Please don't leave! I know you have every reason to but I can't do this without you."

Your knuckles are turning white. "Should have thought about that before you attacked Negan's men."

"I know I fucked up, alright? And I have to live with it, but I can't lose you, too. You're my daughter and I love you with all I have."

You shook your head. "Too little, too late. Out."

You drove off and kept driving until the sun went down. You had no idea where you were but you didn't care. Away, that was the only thing you cared about.

But against all your intentions, all your doubts and thoughts, you returned to Alexandria two days later, your car filled with cans and water. Eugene looked at you as if he'd seen a ghost, when he opened the gate for you. You saw Daryl running towards you and it made you smile for the first time in ages.

You just had enough time to stop the engine, before he tore your door open. He pressed the air out of your lungs, when he hugged you to him and out of the car. You let your head fall onto his shoulder, the last bit of anger you felt over the last days finally leaving your body.

Hushed voices and mumbling made you look up, about the whole town was gathering around you. Who didn't look at you in disbelief was smiling.

Your father pushed himself through the crowd. He looked even worse than on the day you've left. His skin was pale and he had dark circles under his eyes.

Daryl let go, so that Rick could reach you but you took a step back. You could see your father's heart breaking again but you didn't care. "I'm doing this for Carl."

He nodded. "He'll be glad you've changed your mind."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

You look back at the target, Negan missed again.

"You're brave, you know that?" Negan's voice catches your attention again. "Not many people would do what you did."

You shrug nonchalantly, "Everyone should speak up for their loved ones."

He chuckles at that. "That's why your lover boy punched me?"

Lover boy? You cringe involuntarily at that word. Daryl and you love each other but certainly not in that way. "He's like a brother to me", you explain. "I don't have a lover boy."

"That so?" Negan asks, missing again. "Fucking shit!"

"Negan!" A voice called, both of you turn around to look at the source. "All clear", Simon confirms, coming closer.

Negan's looking back at you with a satisfied expression. "Wouldn't have expected otherwise."

He orders his second in command to get to the gate, before turning back to you. "Listen, I do acknowledge your will on making this shitshow work and your physical exertion doesn't go unnoticed either, so I am not going hard on anyone today."

He steps closer to you, more than you're comfortable with, but you keep your eyes on his, not moving an inch. "But the situation in your pantry is a joke that I can't laugh about. And I can't have that again. I'm doubting you're the only scavenger in this community, so you better make your team work harder and most importantly more efficient."

You nod your head, biting your cheek. "You'll get more stuff next week."

His stern expression morphs into a bright smile again. "That's why I prefer speaking to you, no objections, no excuses. You understand how this shit is working."

When two Saviors pass you, bags full with cans in their hands, Negan turns on his heels. "Till next week, sunshine."

Chapter Index: Chapter 1 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)

Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series

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meow?

Disclaimer: this is a fictional story and is in no way meant to represent any txt members, mdni

Warnings: dom!taehyun, kitty!tae, rough sex, spanking, begging, dacryphillia,, ddlg themes…..,, degradation, manhandling, creampie, probably forgetting some stuff,,,

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What happens when you ask your sexy boyfriend to wear kitty ears for you just one time?

“Oh?” Taehyun cocks an eyebrow up at where I’m standing in front of his seated figure. My hand is softly grasping at the white kitty ears I bought a few days ago.

“So you want me to put them on, yes?” he asks, a stern expression on his face.

I can only dumbly nod, pushing the ears in his hand.

“But why?” he asks, nevertheless, he complies with my request putting them on. I sit down next to his chair on the floor, looking up at him with my hand on his knee as I slowly propose.

“Well, I was thinking you could be my kitty? Just for one day? One time only?” I ask, a puppy expression on my face when I see he’s about to decline.

“Please?”

“I don’t know baby, you’re so small, ” he says, softly caressing the side of my face, “how will you be able to control me,” he continues, smirking at my dazed expression.

“Huh?” he asks, tapping on my check softly to get an answer.

Shaking his hand off my face I scoot myself back, away from his figure to be able to think clearly. He knew what he was doing to me, I could tell by the smile in his eyes and the way he kept crossing his legs, playing with me was getting him off.

“Ah, I don’t know, I just really wanna try riding you when you’re wearing kitty ears...” I whine.

“Can we do that?” I ask excitedly biting on my bottom lip, “pleaseee? I’ll be so good for you I promise.”

“Okay,” he speaks after a beat of silence, he makes himself comfortable on the couch, manspreading and arms outstretched on the back of the couch.

“Well?” he asks when I don’t do anything, “I thought you wanted this baby girl? Make me hard then,” he commands in a sombre tone.

“Daddy…” I start, clenching my thighs together, this was so humiliating.

“Y’know I’m shy,” I whine, fidgeting where I now stand in front of him. Hesitantly I glance at him, only to cover under his serious gaze.

“You always do this,” he sighs, “beg for things you can’t do.”

“Turn around,” he says. Doing so I feel his hands ghost over my waist, he pulls me closer to his seated figure, bending me forward in the process.

I hear a loud smack that is followed by a stinging pain on my ass. I jump when his hand meets my ass, not expecting the sudden action. He soothes me by groping my ass, playing with it as he complains.

“Stupid little girl, can’t do anything right,” he tsks. He pulls me to sit on his lap, not one to complain I let him. I push my hips against his hard length as I sit on him.

Taehyun wraps his arms around my waist, unconsciously moving my hips against his hard dick, creating friction.

“See,” he mocks, “begged to ride me and you can’t even do that,” he scoffs.

Freezing in my movements, I turn to look at him I nod my head no at him. He lets me get up from his lap, watching me as I pull down my sweatpants, revealing my pink panties underneath.

I slowly take those off too, watching Taehyun’s reaction closely as I do so. He doesn’t show any change of expression and if I hadn’t known him so well I would’ve thought he was unaffected, but I see the way he pushes his thighs together and the strong grip he has on the couch.

“No, daddy, I’ll do it,” I pout, my hands on his spread thighs. Slowly I move them towards his dick, once close enough to do so I pull on the waistband of his shorts. Taehyun, kindly lifts his hips, helping me pull them off him. His length springs up as soon as the material is discarded.

It was an angry red color, so hard it almost touched his stomach. I always thought he had a pretty dick, it was big and slender, and the head was always so shiny, lost in the moment I blink dumbly when Taehyun thrust his hips up, impatiently.

I move so I straddle his hips, my arms automatically going around his neck. I hear him sigh when our skin makes contact.

“You look so pretty as a kitty Tae,” I tell him, admiring how handsome and cute he looks with the kitty ears on, a strong contrast of white fur and his black hair made the ears stand out so much.

He just smiles up at me, one of his hands caressing my lower back, whilst the other teases my inner thigh, so close to where I want him.

I push myself closer to his crotch, my pussy lips directly touching his balls. I moan at the friction, Taehyun grips my waist and ruts his hard length against me.

I slide my hand down his toned chest, feeling him up a little before holding his hard length in my hand.

“Gonna ride you so well daddy,” I breathe, I bring his dick towards my wanting pussy. I rub myself on his hard length, my pussy practically pulsating from my teasing already. I slide my hips up, so my hole is directly touching his head, before sliding down, rubbing his head on my clit.

“Yeah?” he shakily exhales, “then get to it, daddy hasn’t got all day for your teasing,” he gruffs out, giving me another smack on the ass to drive his point further.

Not wanting to anger Taehyun (even though frustrated Tae is always sexy) I finally push my pussy down his hard length. We both moan when his dick spreads my warm walls apart, Taehyun’s grip on my waist so strong I was sure he was going to bruise me.

I’m halfway down when Tae stops me; “princess, wait,” he shakily breathes. Knowing just entering me could make him cum made me even hornier, that compared with his tone makes my walls clench around him, he glares at me, warning not to tease.

“I can’t help it daddy, you look so hot,” I whisper in his ear, pressing my boobs against his hard chest.

“Can I?” I ask when I feel his hips thrust slowly up.

Instead of answering me, Taehyun slowly sheaths his length fully into me. Once he’s balls deep he leans back, landing a quick spank on my ass. Getting my que, I put my hands on his shoulders, using them to help me lift myself I lift my hips slowly, clenching my pussy around his dick as if wanting to memorise his length forever.

“You’re so big Tae,” I whimper as I start a slow pace that’s already causing a burn in my weak thigh muscles.

“It’s because you’re so small,” he replies, his voice low and so sensual I let out a moan just hearing him.

I’m capable of a few more thrust before I slow down, Taehyun already knowing what to expect bites my shoulder as a punishment. He pulls me to him by my thighs, thrusting his hips harshly into me.

“What now?” he barks out, “already tired?” he’s holding me flush to his body, not letting me move away. He’s groping my body as he listens to my whiny voice.

“You do it Tae,” I say, moving my hips slightly for some friction, my pussy so wet a squelching sound is heard even if we’re barely moving.

“I kinda wanna hear you beg some more though,” he darkly responds, continuing to grope my ass as he watches me struggle, my thighs too tired for me to even attempt to lift my hips up one more time.

“Noo,” I immediately protest, “I was so good Tae please,” I start blabbering, “please, please please” I try again, humping myself on him. I can feel his abdomen muscles tightening, I try using it to my advantage pathetically looking into his eyes, begging with my eyes for him to take care of me already. His dick twitches in me when I flutter my lashes at him, a pathetic expression on my face, sheer contrast to the authoritative and confident look on his face

“Awh,” he mocks, “are you gonna cry? Need daddys cock so bad you’re gonna cry for it? Go ahead, you look pretty when you cry anyway,” he says, his eyes heavy lidded and so so dark.

“No,” I say in a pout, biting my lips and rutting on his lap, “you’re so mean,” I cry out.

“Mean for letting you do whatever you want with me? Baby, are you trying to push me?”

“No Tae, just please,” I mewl, my eyes burn with tears in them, but I stubbornly try to swallow down my tears, not wanting to be even more pathetic.

I feel his hand on my cheek, Taehyun with fake sympathy pouts at me as he caresses my cheek. He catches a droplet that slid down my face, a smile replacing his pout.

“There it is,” I hear his murmur. He thrust his hips up in me, hard and fast making me gasp and loudly moan.

“This won’t do,” he says after a few more thrusts up in me. He pulls out, holding my body up with ease as he place me on his upper thighs.

“Stand up baby girl,” he says, pushing my body back.

I comply with shaky legs, Taehyun follows my step, towering over me. With his hands wrapped around my upper shoulders he lays me on the couch, I’m laying on my back as Taehyun quizzically looks at the way I’m laying.

“Lay on your stomach,” he says. Obeying, I turn, laying on my back. Taehyun wraps his hand around my thigh, just below my butt. He brings my legs together, not forgetting to tease my slit as he does so. I twist so I can see what he’s doing when he’s still shuffling around, to watch him pick up a pillow we threw on the floor.

He lifts my torso slightly, putting the pillow below my tummy. I’m now positioned on my stomach with a pillow keeping my hips up.

I watch Taehyun straddle me, a hand wrapped around his hard dick.

He’s groping my butt and he’s teasing me with his dick. Pushing in before pulling out. He spanks me when he sees me spread my legs.

“Keep them together if you wanna cum today,” he says, “think of it as your punishment,” he gruffs, pushing himself fully into me.

I moan when I feel his full length in me, arching my back to feel him deeper. Taehyun steadies himself on me by putting his hands on my hips, gripping them with force as he starts pistoning his hips into my ass.

“Mmm daddy, right there,” I moan, when he positions his hips in a way he’s almost humping me, his hips making slapping sound against my ass.

Taehyun spanks me, roughly groping my ass after the slap. He puts one of his legs on the floor, getting better control over his hips like that. I hear his breathing get louder, occasional grunts coming from him.

His pace suddenly slowed down, making me curl my toes from feeling how deep he is in me.

“Baby girl,” he moans when I my pussy starts squeezing him.

“Remember what I said about your legs, love,” Taehyun reminds me when he sees them slowly start to spread. Upon hearing that I quickly bring them back together, slightly bouncing up into him.

“Good girl,” he says with a complimentary spank. His thrust are starting to get sloppier meaning he’s getting close. My moans are getting fainter and fainter as I get closer as well, curling into myself.

Taehyun not liking this, lifts my hips up slightly, powerfully fucking into me.

“Ahh Tae, daddy, daddy, I’m close,” I start babbling, the force of his hips alongside his nonchalant display of strength bringing me so close to my release.

Taehyun wanting me exactly where he wanted to brings his hand to my clit further stimulating me.

“Just like that, agh, cream daddy’s cock princess,” he says. M y vulva convulses around his dick, sucking him in so deep in me. I feel his ballsack move and dick twitch before feeling so full of him. He groans loudly, thrusting into me until my pussy has stopped convulsing.

He slowly pulls out of me, watching his cum trickle out of me. I arch my back for him, glancing back to see the dazed look on his face. I shimmy my hips, clenching my pussy to release more of it.

Once noticing what I’m doing, he harshly slaps me, surprising me when he leans forward and softly bites my ass.

“Slut,” he whispers, slapping me once more and watching the way my ass jiggles.

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Platonic Yandere RE8: TRP part 5

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Summary: Platonic yandere RE 8 characters for a teen reader, who is trying to save her family and also not trying to have a mental breakdown every 5 minutes.

"Okay, did you check the top floor?" You asked Handsome, who nodded in reply.

"Hmm, well I cleared the ground the floor. And I don't wanna go to the basement alone. So, let's go- actually, you go first. I don't have a weapon except for this... sack with rocks." You said, shaking the burlap sack you found and filled it with heavy pebbles and rocks.

Hey, its better than having no weapon.

You followed Handsome down into the damp basement, probably due to the lake, and immediately covered your nose at the mouldy smell. A few lightbulbs poorly illuminated the basement, the corridors down here were long.

Perhaps it was the mould that seemed to grow more the deeper you guys went, or more likely the depleting oxygen down there, but you were once again washed over with the feeling of impending doom that was about to bitch slap you and Handsome soon.

You kept your eyes peeled as you looked for any signs of Rose or Ethan. Unfortunately, you didn't find anything.

Well, not anything. You did find... someone?

You and Handsome stared at the big mass of... honestly, you're not sure but you guess... mold? Yeah, probably a big mass of mold that was sobbing in one corner of the room, which was decorated with a couple of old movie posters and some damp books that had green stuff growing at the corners.

The thing was- well it was sobbing like a man, and he was so grief stricken that he failed to notice you and Handsome standing there for the last 5 minutes. You nudged Handsome and signalled him to move along quietly- better to avoid trouble than to face it before necessary.

Alas, the odds are not in your favour, because in the next second, Handsome slipped on the slimy mold and fell on his ass, startling himself as his drill buzzed off loudly.

And if the situation wasn't potentially life threatening, you would've laughed at him. Smart cyborg lol.

You knew you had alarmed the sobbing guy, but you still turned around slowly for the dramatic effect.

"Huh-?! What- who are you?!" The moldy guy said, his eyes wide as he looked at you and Handsome. You were about to reply when you looked at what he was holding- a pink blanket, much like the one Rose was swaddled in.

"You- where is Rose? What did you do to her?" Your eyes were fixed on the blanket. The thing began tearing up again. "I- I didn't do anything! I was just keeping her safe for Mother Miranda!"

"The crow bitch?! Keeping Rose safe for her? She's going to sacrifice her!"

"Crow bitch?" he gasped, before pointing at you. "You're the girl who attacked mother! How dare you!"

"How dare I? Listen here buddy- I've been attacked by several creatures beyond my understanding, I have come near to death many times, I have been taking a shit in the woods for the past couple of days with my ass freezing in the snow, risking hypothermia, and I'm high on pain meds right now- so yes, I do have a whole lot of courage to beat the shit out of anyone who's trying to hurt my sister, no matter what species they are."

The guy cowered at your booming voice, but you didn't care, as you walked slowly towards him, swinging your sack of rocks at him threatninngly. "I'm gonna ask you this only once. Where. Is. Rose?"

The guy fell onto his old chair and broke down crying. "I don't know! We were having such a good time here- she even liked all the movies we watched. But then that pest- Ethan Winters- he took her away from me!"

Wait- Ethan? Dad was here?

You snapped your fingers in front of him to get him to focus on you. "You said Ethan Winters- where'd he go? Was he alright? Did he say anything about me?"

But he just shook his head. "No, I don't know where he went. I- I tried to stop him. But he took her away! Mother is gonna be so disappointed in me- oh god, she's gonna get rid of me, isn't she-" The guy rambled on but you were focused on the fact that Ethan had gotten Rose- which meant he was going to come back for you and leave this village.

"-and then he swooped in and took the flask containing her arms-"

What?

You looked at him confused. "Flask? What are talking you about?"

The guy slapped his hand over his mouth as he shook his head. "N-nothing!"

Yeah, right.

"Handsome." You called, eyes fixated on the creature before you. "Listen here...?"

"S-salvatore Moreau."

"Salvatore Moreau. This is my friend, Handsome. And he's going to drill holes into you until you tell me the truth- oh and believe me, I'll fucking know if you're lying to me. These pain meds have awoken a genius in me, so... get talking."

Moreau looked at you, then at Handsome, then back at your dead serious face, before he began wailing again.

"God! I- I don't know- Mother Miranda gave us- gave us all a flask each, containing crystallised parts of Rose- and she gave me the arms! Alcina was lucky! She got the head flask!"

Arms? Head? Wait-

"Don't- don't tell me you chopped up Rose!" Your face went pale as Moreau nodded. "Well, yeah. That's how we're supposed to protect her from Ethan-"

"Protect her? YOU KILLED HER!"You bellowed, making his quiver in his seat as he violently shook his head.

"No! You've got it all wrong! She's still alive-!'

"You chopped her head and limbs! How the hell is she still alive!"

"Because she's not a normal human!"

Not normal? Heisenberg said the same thing- something about her being a vessel for crow bitch's dead daughter.

"Tell me everything. Starting from Miranda and the lords and this village and everything that's wrong here."

20 minutes later and you fell on one of the old chairs with a thud, trying to process the pandora box that Moreau had opened up at you.

So far, these were the facts that he'd told you:

Rose was still alive, and Ethan was running around the village collecting her parts to reunite her- at the Ceremony Site.

Crow bitch is gonna sacrifice Rose and she actually does have some weird powers, as do all the lords.

And all of this was 100% not a bad acid trip or hallucinations caused by your pain meds. Because they were wearing off and you were definitely starting to feel the pain from the lycan attack. Yeah, fuck you Heisenberg.

"Fucking hell." You whispered under your breath.

You closed your eyes as you leaned your head back against the wall.

What do I do now? What do I do?

"Do you know where Ethan went?"

"N-no. I- I swear, I don't know."

"Well, did he say anything?"

"Not really- just that he was gonna get Rose back!"

Hmm, so he's probably going to all lords to get all of her fragments. So, I should follow his trail too. He's already been at Heisenberg's factory, and you definitely didn't see any flask at Beneviento's estate, and he's already taken the flask from Moreau... so, that leaves Dimitrescu.

With a huff, you pushed yourself off the chair. "Lord Moreau." You got his attention. "We're leaving now. Do you plan to fight us?"

The man shook his head. "No- but if you don't mind me asking, w-why do you care so much about Rose?"

You looked around his room and replied. "She's my sister."

"You're a Winter too?!" You nodded.

"Maybe- maybe I should kill you. Yes, that- that would please Mother greatly-"

"Why do you care so much about that bitch?"

Moreau tilted his head. "B-because she created us. Made us into what we are- one big family!"

"Yeahhh....I don't think she really cares about anyone of you guys."

"What? No- no, she does care about us!" Moreau shook his head. "I mean, sure she doesn't invite me to family meetings a lot. And perhaps I have overheard her say that I am an idiot and- and useless and a burden and-" He looked at you ashamed. "But that's because I am. I do make a lot of stupid mistakes, and I am- not exactly easy on the eye."

"Dude... stop that."

"Huh?"

"I love self depreciating as much as the next guy. But you're just plain out insulting yourself." You plopped back in the chair. "Look, this woman, she does not care about you. At all. And I can tell you now, she's just using you for her own means. She's gonna dispose you off at the first chance she gets."

"No- no. She won't do that. And even if she does, she probably has a good reason too!"

"Would she do the same for you?" Moreau looked perplexed. "Would she put herself in danger for you? Isn't that what family is supposed to do?"

"Well, she can't- she's the strongest one of us-"

"What do any of you get from killing Rose? Miranda gets her daughter back, but you guys? What do you get?"

"Eva will be a part of us- a new member of our family!"

"No, Lord Moreau. Once Eva comes around, its just gonna be her and Miranda on one side, and all the lords on the other." You got up again, bending in front of him. "If she really considered you guys family, why would she put you all at risk for Eva? Aren't you guys enough for her?"

"I- I am- maybe I am not good enough for her?"

"No, you are. You're just chasing after her impossible standards, seeking her approval. And you don't need to do any of that." You ran a hand through your hair. "Look at what she's done to you. All for her own selfish reasons. Don't you have your own dreams? Something that you want?"

You sighed. "Lord Moreau, there's nothing wrong with putting yourself before anyone else. Its not selfish." You looked at the shelf behind that contained all these movies- all love genre. "Don't you want love? What? You don't think you deserve it?"

Moreau slumped his shoulders. "Who would love me?"

"A lot of people, but why don't you start with yourself. I mean sure, you don't exactly look like Prince Charming, but there's no use crying over things you cant change. And judging by your movie collection, you're definitely a romantic dude, who wears his heart on his sleeve. I know people judge someone by their looks, even I do, but appearances can be deceptive! I already have a feeling that you're a very interesting person to talk to, and all you need is a little more confidence in yourself- and some new clothes, and a whole lot of air freshener. The ladies may not be lining up outside, but I can guarantee that you'd feel a lot better about yourself. And who doesn't love a confident guy- confident, not egoistic, the line is very fine."

For the first time since you arrived, Moreau actually cracked up a smile. "Look at that, you have a good smile too. Tell you what- do you have wifi here?" You weren't actually expecting him to nod. "Yeah, Heisenberg got it for us, and this big TV- which is smart, according to him, on my birthday." You chuckled at his attempt at explaining smart TV. "Okay. Give me the remote." Moreau and Handsome watched you press a couple of buttons, eyes fixed on the screen in front of you.

"And... there!"

"What? What did you do?" Moreau asked, worried that you'd messed with his video player or something. "I gave you my Netflix account!"

"Huh? Netflix? What's that?"

Once you'd explained the streaming service, and how he can watch a whole new selection of movies and shows, Moreau's eyes widened in surprise. The world had really come far in technology!

"Thank you- but why did you do that?"

You shrugged as you began walking towards the door. "So that you could discover modern romance, and explore other genres. I already added some of my favourites on the list. Enjoy, my dude."

Moreau thanked you again, and you left with Handsome.

"Lord Moreau?" He hummed. "Its okay to be selfish."

And with that, you and Handsome left the reservoir, leaving the moldy man in deep thought as he watched this movie called "Twilight".

It was night by the time you and Handsome had left the reservoir. The weather was getting worse by the hour, and your pain meds had completely worn off by now. Handsome had graciously offered to carry you and you tried to walk on your own first, but then one of your ribs poked something inside you and you fell on your knees, clutching your side as you struggled to breathe without it feeling like your lungs were being scratched by razor blades.

Now you were piggy back riding on Handsome's back, one eye on the map and the other on the path in front of you.

"I think we should reach the Dimitrescu castle by morning, so like in... 5 hours?" you said, more to yourself than to Handsome. "I just hope that we don't run into more trouble."

After another hour through the snowy path, the night had finally gotten darker, and the moon was the only thing that was barely illuminating your way. You had fallen silent, opting to keep your eyes and ears open to see if anymore lycans were being sent your way.

But instead of lycans, you caught sight of a very familiar looking carriage that had lanterns dangling around its side. You merely pointed in its direction and Handsome was quick to walk towards it.

"Ahh, Miss Winters! I've been waiting for you!" Duke exclaimed, watching you get off Handsome's back and trudge over to him. "Yeah" you winced, "how'd you know I was gonna be here?"

Duke grinned. "I keep track of all my loyal customers. Besides, I have already made a bag for you!" He said, handing you a black backpack.

"Yeah? What's in it?"

"Everything you'd need for your journey ahead! No weapons though."

You smiled lazily. "hmm, I'm intrigued." You pulled out the coin pouch Heisenberg had given you. "Well, how much for the bag?"

"2 silvers!"

You handed him the coins before looking at all the guns he had behind him.

"Duke." He hummed. "I need good guns, like really good guns with high damage and a lot of rounds. And also some scopes. A knife and shotguns too. Oh and can you add some bandages and painkillers?"

Duke showed you a couple of guns, and some of them were very expensive, but you had a feeling you were going to need it. They were kinda heavy too, so you made Handsome carry them too.

"And these are the painkillers for you." He said, handing you a bottle similar to the one Heisenberg had given you. "Be careful though, Miss Winters. These are very strong." You nodded, before popping one in your mouth.

You looked at your coin pouch again. You still had some coins to spend.

"So... you got some new stuff?"

Duke thought for a moment before gasping and nodding as he pulled out a burlap sack, dropping its contents in front of you, one of them immediately catching your eye.

"I'll take this. And that too."

Duke grinned. "Interesting choices, Miss Winters."

You nodded. "Oh and for my friend here, I want to buy some clothes."

Duke looked at Handsome and his drill arm, before pulling out a large shirt. "Well, this is one of new my shirts. But they may be a little big on him."

"You got a needle and thread?" Duke nodded. "Then give me those with the shirt."

"On the house, Miss Winters." Duke said, happy as he'd already made a fortune today.

"Thanks." You nodded before putting the shirt in your backpack, along with other purchases.

"Lets go, Handsome."

You both continued your journey, hoping to reach the Dimitrescu castle before you freeze out in the cold.

After walking for another two hours, you decided it was time for a break, and the medicine you took earlier was making you feel tired too. You both found a little wooden cabin in the woods, and after checking out, you found it was completely abandoned.

Handsome lit up the fireplace before joining you on the rackety sofa, where you were looking through the bag Duke had made for you.

"So... we've got some nuts, water, chocolate and- garlic?" You said, pulling out multiple bulbs of garlic, all tied together by a strings. "What am I supposed to do with so much garlic? Its not like he gave any other ingredients to make a dish with."

Everything you'd need for your journey ahead!

Dukes words rang through your sleepy head, making you chuckle.

"Yeah, like I'd need garlic to fight off someone with my bad breath. Or maybe impress someone with my cooking skills."

You chuckled to yourself before opening up a nut mix, savouring the salty flavour that you washed down with water. You offered Handsome some chocolate too, but he shook his head. "Alright, you'll get your solar power soon. In like 2-4 hours?"

You sighed before pulling out the shirt you bought for him, and told him to wear it. "Hmm, okay, I got it." You made him take it off again, and Handsome watched with curiosity as you ripped off one of the sleeves, and made him wear it again, then pulled out the thread and needle.

"Just hold still. I'll make the shirt fit you perfectly."

And after 25 minutes, you really did. You clapped your hands and stood back to admire your work.

"Ahh you look so handsome, Handsome!" your eyes twinkled.

Handsome only tilted his head in confusion, still T posing like you'd ask him to while you altered his shirt.

You pulled his arms down and grinned. "You know, with a shower and this shirt, I'm sure your crush is gonna be head over heels for you." As soon as you said that, Handsome blushed slightly and looked away, making you cackle. "Hmm, what's wrong loverrrr boy? Why are you being so shy?" You teased as you tried to make him look at you. "Aww look at you! You're red as a tomato!" He wasn't, he barely had any blood circulating through him, but you continued. "You know what lover boy? I'm gonna kill some more lycans and steal some more shit that I can trade for you. I'm thinking our next purchase for you should be some cologne. Wait no! A RING-" Handsome cut you off by pushing your face away, making you stagger and fall onto the sofa, but you continued to laugh.

"I promise you, Handsome! After I find Rose and Ethan, I'm gonna make your crush fall in love with you. But let me take a nap first."

After resting for another hour, you both were back on track and with some energy now, you both reached the Dimitrescu castle fairly quickly. As you watched the castle from behind the woods, you told Handsome the plan, handing him some gear.

"Okay, Handsome. This is what we're going to do. Our main objective is to find Ethan and Rose or well her flask. If you find either of them, do not harm them. If you find Rose, pick her up and bring her to me. Even if you... find flasks containing parts of her. If you find Ethan, you give him this note." You handed him the piece of paper you had written a little message on, telling him that Handsome is a friend and would guide you back to him safely. "I think you know what these are." You said, showing him the ear comms you had bought from Duke. "This is how we're going to communicate. since we're going to split up. If either of us run into trouble, we'll run towards each other. But we have to be stealthy too. Avoid enemies at all if you can, okay?" You both placed the ear comms in and nodded.

You took the new guns you had bought earlier, quickly loading them and putting the extra ammo in your pocket. You placed the scope on and looked through it at the castle's windows, breath hitching as you saw him.

"Dad!"

Fucking finally.

It wasn't long until you had gotten inside the castle, managing to find a way in. "Are you inside yet?" You asked Handsome through the comms, and he groaned in confirmation.

"Alright, you start from the basement. I'll start from the ground floor and work my way up."

You had your rifle slung over your shoulder, knife in your pocket and shotgun in your hand. With a deep breath, you slowly walked up the stairs, eyes peeled for danger.

After clearing the ground floor, you walked up the stairs to the first floor. As soon as you heard voices, you immediately snuck into one of the nearby rooms, holding your breath as you waited for whoever it was to pass by.

You looked around the large room, the furniture was bigger than you'd ever seen. Everything in that room was far bigger than a normal sized human would need, even the hairbrush.

You were still looking around when you heard voices again, and this time they were coming towards the room. Without thinking much, you dove under the bed, just in time for the door to slam open.

You watched from under the bed as 3 women in black robes drag in- ETHAN!

Your eyes widened at the sight of your father- they had dragged him in with a sickle embedded in his hand. You can't even imagine the amount of pain he's in.

"What a weakling!" One of them said.

"And ugly too!" Another said.

"Doesn't matter. Its his blood we want." Blood? Wait, don't tell me their vamp-

"Darlings~ What do we have here?"

Your breath hitched as you saw another lady walk in, but she was so tall that you couldn't even see above her legs from under the bed. You pulled yourself a little closer, careful not to expose yourself.

"Mother! We've brought you a present! Its-"

"Man blood!" One of the girls interrupted the other, and both got into a little bicker, but you were busy watching the shock on your father's face as he looked at the woman in the white dress.

"Hush now, my daughters. You have brought me such a nice gift- Ethan Winters. I see you've escaped my brother's stupid traps."

"Where is Rose?!" He groaned in pain. "Tell me now or I'm gonna kill all of you fucking freaks!"

Dad, dude, what the hell are you doing? Yelling at women who can literally kill you, all while you still have the sickle embedded in your hand! Not to mention you already look like you're halfway into your grave!

"Shut it, man thing!" The tall woman bellowed. "Before I inform Mother Miranda about your whereabouts, I will have a taste." You watched in horror as the woman grabbed Ethan's non injured hand and slit it open with a knife. Ethan yelped and you covered your mouth with your hand, watching as the woman leaned down and licked the blood of hand, before smacking her lips in disgust.

"Ugh. Nothing special." The tall woman, who you have a pretty good guess is Dimitrescu, said as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, your father's blood staining it.

"We want a taste too, mother!" One of the smaller women said, but Dimitrescu laughed.

"You will, my Cassandra. But let me call Miranda first. For now, hang him up."

"Yes, mother." The girls said in unison, giggling as they stabbed meat hooks through Ethan's hands before stringing him up, while he yelled in pain.

You felt tears escape your eyes as you watched them hurt your father.

The girls mocked him more before they left with Dimitrescu, promising that they'll be back soon to drain him of all the blood.

What the fuck just happened?

You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down from the oncoming panic attack.

Y/n, girl. Calm the fuck down. You need to go and help Ethan before they come back. Now.

Nodding to yourself, you finally rolled out from under the bed, making Ethan look in your direction.

"Wha- Y/n?"

You smiled, wiping the tears out of your eyes.

"Hey, dad."

So, thoughts?

Part 6 is here.

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wymthatsillegal · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request a Batman x vigilante!male reader fic? :0

I think it would be pretty cool if they’re like competitive at first, but then they become two gay idiots pining over one another :]

Anyways have a nice day!

New Gloves

Battinson x Male Reader

Contains: foul language, fighting, rooftop chases

Content Warnings: fighting?

Summary: You're a vigilante in Gotham, using the cover of your sick-ass Wolf mask (thanks to @kaine1888 for the idea) to beat some baddies up. Well, one night in the middle of a brawl you run into the one, the only, Batman.

No usage of Y / N

Word count: 1264

Author's Response: whats up tit sniper, awesome request!! i had tons of fun writing this, everything just fell together really easy so that was awesome. i tried to keep the reader's vigilante persona ambiguous still so it wasn't like an OC yfeel me, so i hope you like it!! enjoy!

asks are open >:)

Your fists bled underneath your thin gloves, you could feel the split skin over your knuckles beginning to stick to the fabric in your body's attempt to patch itself back together. "Fuck." You muttered under your breath, seeing another dark figure down the alleyway. "Considering how bad I fucked up your friends, I can only assume you like pain with the way you're approaching me." You called out into the alley, the figure freezing. You turned towards them, wiping blood from the snout of your wolf mask. "I don't know whether to thank you or not." Came the gruff voice, bass projecting off the brick walls. You dropped your fists, eyebrows furrowing before realizing you were standing before the Batman in the flesh.

"Ah, no worries, Mr. Vengeance. You don't gotta thank me for anything, I take it upon myself to do this stuff. Caught these scum trying to rob this woman." You punctuated your words with a swift kick to the nearest guy, just for good measure. Batman had continued walking towards you, his ridiculously heavy boots crunching against the gravel. You studied the bat through the eye holes of your mask, eyeing his square close-shaven jaw and vivid red lips. He parted them to say something before setting his jaw and the sounds of shouting coming from behind you two. "Hey, look what they did to our boys!"

You gave them a wolfish grin, more like a baring of teeth really, your voice echoing down the small alleyway. "Hey, hey! I suggest you all just walk away, keep your heads down like you didn't see anything, no one has to get hurt!" You spread your arms, gesturing widely to the group of bodies groaning in pain on the damp concrete. (It was always fucking raining in Gotham) The Bat quietly eyed you and your tactics, taking note of your incredibly built figure that would be to any other person very intimidating. He thought your wolf mask was fitting to your physique, both giving the energy of a protective and strong character.

Sliding his gaze to the group of people approaching, he realized they wouldn't think the same of your stature and just charge. As if on cue, someone in the back yelled "Get them!", sending a group of about seven armed men your way. Bruce felt a chill go down his spine at the low laugh that ripped from your throat, him looking over at you again to see you stretching your arms and bouncing on the balls of your feet. "No killing." It came out a bit more breathy than The Bat had intended, eyes meeting yours as you turned to face him. "Oh don't worry, pretty boy, I don't kill. Just give them a little... oh what's the word-" Your hand shot out and smashed into the face of the nearest guy, his attempt to grab your shirt gone violently wrong. "Tough love." He scoffed at you, watching you stomp on the guy's head. "Tough alright..." He surged forward, obviously tired of the small talk.

Crunching a guy's head into the nearby wall, Batman took a hit to the cap before uppercutting the poor sucker, laying a few more blows on him when he hit the ground. Taking advantage of his crouched position, you hopped over him leap-frog style and threw your weight onto a guy about to put a bullet in your new friend, grabbing him by the collar and pulling his head into the weight of your knuckles. He cried out in pain when you dropped him, his head hitting the gravel. One guy remained, obviously the youngest one there with shaking limbs and the thinnest frame. "Get out of here." Came that husky voice from behind you again, taking you a little by surprise.

Batman didn't have to tell that kid twice with how quick he booked it out of there, almost tripping on the momentum of his running as he turned the corner. The second you two were alone you hissed, shaking your fists, the blood seeping through the fabric now. "You should get better gloves." You scoffed at him, "Tellin' me, Vengeance. And for the record, even in these shitty things I still kicked way more ass than you." At that he darkened (if that was further possible), a sigh coming out of his nose under the cowl. "Don't let me catch you out here again," He took your hand with surprising gentleness, long eyelashes fluttering as he looked over your knuckles. "It's obvious this is hurting you." You clicked your tongue at him, "If I knew any better, I'd say you're getting a little soft on me." He dropped your hand but still held it, staying close to you he almost inaudibly whispered "Do you?"

It had been a couple of weeks since your run-in with the famous Batman of Gotham City, who continued kicking ass in the night and then poof during the day. You had (obviously) not heeded his "warning" and were continuing your vigilante work, taking special care to look out for the infamous black cape before making a move.

Tonight though?

You made eye contact with him from across rooftops, blowing him a dramatic kiss before tossing your weight down a fire escape. He had begun to chase you, the sound of his grappling hook tearing through the air letting you know you were about to have company. Laughing into the night, you pushed your body forward, leaping off the rusting metal and onto the next building just as you felt the frame dip under his weight. You rolled and hit the rooftop of the building at a wonky angle, your ankle stinging a little as you continue your chase. It spoke for the other man's strength that he was able to relatively keep up with you even under all of his armor and equipment. You starting to try and fathom the idea of being weighed down by all that, but quickly realized you should've kept your head clear when you felt a hand grip yours, pulling you backward.

You used his created momentum to wrap your body around him, sliding behind him and wrapping your arm around his throat, not intending to cut off his air, just intimidate. He figured you would do this and pushed you into the wall behind you, knocking the wind out of your chest and shocking your muscles to give out. Using this opening he brought his hand to your throat, fingers not applying any pressure. You yelped out, breathing heavily and leaving your hands limp on either side of you. Smiling, you huffed out, "Long time, no see, Vengeance." He scowled at you, "It was supposed to stay like that. Why didn't you listen to me?" You snorted at him, "'Cmon, Bats. Do I look like the kind of guy to listen to a stranger in an alleyway?"

He paused for a moment, caught off guard. You used this opportunity to push against his hand, he let you get closer, both of you holding your breath. "I think you don't actually want me gone... no, I think you care about me." He exhaled shakily, "I-" You slid a strong hand gently over his eyes, taking your mask off to free your lips enough to kiss him. He made a surprised noise, instinctively shrinking away before warming into the contact. You broke away, smiling. Slipping the mask back over your features you gave him another one of those big smiles, taking your hand away.

"I'll be seeing you, Vengeance." And with a wink, you disappeared into the dark.

#the batman 2022 #batman2022 #bruce wayne x male reader #batman x male reader #battinson #thebatman #please im going insane #mlm #hes just so #gay #male reader #batman 2022

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tiredb0igivemesugars · 3 years

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Secrets in the tower

Summary: y/n’s secret is threatening to come out and he’s just simply not ready for that, he doesn’t want this dad, the famous Tony Stark to find out just yet. Yet, things never go according to plan, but that shouldn’t matter, however, what matters is how we react to it.

📝Words:📝 3.2k

⚠️Warnings:⚠️ internalised homophobia, sexual jokes, anxiety

💙Pairing:💙 Tony Stark!dad and reader!son, Peter Parker x male!reader (Steve Rogers x Tony Stark mentioned)

📎Note:📎Yet again, the timeline doesn’t make sense. Also, no proof read.

Being the child of an impulsive man was difficult, to say the least. And to make matters worse, that man just happened to be Tony Stark. Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist all that jazz. Your father had a habit of being pushy, controlling and a straight-up dick. Yet, despite all of that, you loved him. He could be a pain in the ass but he never did it on purpose. You had inherited his sharp tongue so there never really was a quiet moment in the Stark-Rogers household. Steve was the man who kept your father grounded, didn’t let him get too ahead of himself. However, sometimes Tony slipped past Steve’s fingers, and on those occasions, Tony raised a lot of hell wherever he pleased and could only be talked down by you. Nick Fury had tried a couple of times, only receiving a bunch of curse words and a request to go fuck himself.

Needless to say, there was a lot of respect between your dad and you. Tony respected your wishes of having no part in the Avengers mess or you not wanting anything to do with the Stark Industries. It was a hard choice that you had to make, the company was his life’s work but you weren’t passionate about the things he was. You weren’t interested in robots or whatever it was that he was working on.

You wanted to do things you were passionate about, even if you weren’t sure what that was yet. I mean, you were still in high school, you didn’t need to know what you were interested in pursuing in the future.

Your locker slammed shut, bringing you back to reality, or more like Hell. You blinked once before turning your head to look at the man who had slammed your locker shut, somebody from the football team. They all looked the same to you, you only knew they were from the football team because of the jerseys they wore, it was all ridiculous in your opinion. Like a cult. Why do they need to wear jackets 24/7? Do they ever wash them?

The boy smiled at you, stretching out his disgusting face, ”Y/n.” He said, trying to make his voice smoky, but ended up just trembling. ”A guy who’s name I don’t even remember. What do you want?” You asked, tired already. His face dropped a little when you showed no emotion, but he composed himself quickly. ”Is it true what everybody keeps saying about you?” He asked, leaning a little closer. Your brows burrowed, ”what?”

He looked around a little before leaning in further, ”you know. Are you like gay?”

The voice rang throughout the halls it seemed, it tried to freeze you, it really did. You had to push through, nobody could know. You cleared your throat and shook your head. ”No, of course not. What do you take me for?” You asked, already turning away to leave.

”You can walk away all you want Stark boy, I know your secrets”, the boy yelled after you, catching a few looks from other students. The last part was said in a taunting sign-song way.

You fished out your phone to text Peter. ”Did you tell someone?” You typed, nervous. Peter was the only one who knew, well he had to since you two were kind of dating.

”Did I tell who what?” He asked, from behind you, startling you. He held out his phone when you turned to look at him. You stared at him, still a little spooked.

”One of the football guys came up to me. Apparently, people have been talking.” You muttered, anxious. Peter was still lost. You sighed, ”Peter, you poor sweet thing. You don’t have a thought behind those eyes, do you Peter?”

He shook his head, confused. You sighed again and showed Peter your limp wrist. Peter’s mouth immediately gaped open ”oh, you mean that. And no, I didn’t tell anyone.”

”Well somebody did. Now everybody knows!” You whisper-yelled. You were panicking. You could not have your dad finding out about this, you couldn’t. Your hands reached for your hair to pull on it. Peter luckily saw your frustration and led you away from all the people. He led you into a bathroom and made sure every stall was empty. ”Just breathe, we’ll figure this out.” Peter said and wet a paper towel with cold water, he pressed the cold paper towel on your forehead to calm you down. You closed your eyes, trying to breathe normally. It felt odd to have the power dynamic changed this way, usually, it was Peter freaking out and you reassuring him. ”I don’t really get why you’re so freaked about this. Your dad is dating Captain America, the environment doesn’t get more accepting than that.” Peter said after he figured out that your breathing had evened out. ”You’re right, I’m just not sure if I’m ready yet.” You sighed and grabbed Peter’s hand. You kissed his knuckles as a sign of thankfulness. ”Where would I be without you?” You said and cupped Peter’s cheek with the hand that previously held his hand. Peter smiled down at you, Peter was at an average height but you had gotten the little height you had from your dad, so not much.

”Why are you smiling like that?” You asked after Peter hadn’t stopped smiling at you even though it had been quite a while already. ”Just appreciating the little things in life,” he said, already laughing a little. ”Oh really?” You said and kicked Peter so that he almost toppled over. Peter groaned at the pain, it wasn’t the first time he had made that joke and it wasn’t the first time you had kicked him. You watched as Peter tried to recover before giving him your hand, ”let’s get to class shall we?” You asked and began leading him out.

You cried once you got home, you had been with Peter all day and it was already dark. You had figured that it was the best to hole away in your own room for the time being.

The elevator and your phone dinged in synch, the elevator signalling that you had reached your floor and the phone alerting you of a text message from Peter. You stepped out of the elevator and eyed the message, a link to a news article. Your finger hovered over the link for a couple of seconds before you finally clicked on it. The further you read the article the more you wanted to claw your own eyes out. ”Tony Stark’s secret child has even a bigger secret” not a title you optimally wanted to go with if you were writing an article. It does catch the eye but could use some work. The article contained some general information like your name and where you went to school, that was before a candid picture filled your screen. You and Peter in the school bathroom that morning. The article went on theorising about what was going on between the two of you, it was even hinted that you had in fact been aware of the picture being taken and only did all of that for your dad to notice you.

A rippled cry left your chest as you threw your phone. You officially hated the world and your life. It was only a matter of time before your dad found out and that is if he didn’t already know, you weren’t ready to have that conversation. It was also a matter of time before all of this was all over the news.

There was a part in your brain that thought that you being gay was an obvious thing in the sense that people would just assume your sexuality just because your dad was married to another man, that part was small but it was loud. You didn’t mind your own sexuality and you loved that your dad had found someone who he was happy with, and the fact that the person happened to be a man was just a nice plus to it all. However, you weren’t sure if everyone else saw it that way. You hadn’t grown up in the spotlight like your dad but it was only a matter of time before you ended up in it and when that happens there’s no telling how the world will react. But overall, really nice thoughts to have when you’re exhausted, you were lucky that it was Friday, you didn’t have to wake up early the next morning. You turned the light switch on in your room, only to find your dad sitting on your bed. He knew.

Tony turned to look at you when the lights turned on, he saw the fresh tear streaks on your cheeks and immediately stood up. ”What happened?” He asked and hugged you. You dropped your bag on the floor, not caring if something broke inside, you buried your head in the crook of his neck and only cried harder. Tony rubbed your back and tried to comfort you without really knowing what was wrong. You didn’t cry that often, yes you got upset pretty regularly and stuff like that but you didn’t really cry that much and even when you did cry, it wasn’t that often that your dad was there to comfort you. In his mind, you cried close to never and those times when you cried you were impossible to console. He thought that when you cried something was seriously wrong. To Tony’s relief, you quieted down after a few minutes and let go of Tony, he copied you.

You sat down on your bed, feeling a little embarrassed that you just cried into your dad’s shoulder like you were eight all over again. Both of you were silent, you waited for Tony to say something and he waited for you to collect yourself.

”You know, if somebody hurt you-” he started, only to be cut off. ”No, no dad nothing like that,” you sniffled and looked at him dead in the eye. He seemed to relax a little at that. ”Even if it was-” he continued quickly, not wanting to be cut off but was anyway. ”No, no one hurt me.” You reassured, sniffling a little. ”Why were you waiting for me anyway?” You asked after Tony remained silent. ”No it’s nothing we can talk about in the morning you seem exhausted.” He said and begun to leave. You grabbed his hand. ”No dad stay. I am tired yes but I can’t fall asleep.” You admitted. Tony sighed and sat down next to you. You let go of his hand only for him to grab it back. ”I heard a rumour.” Tony said quietly. Your shoulders stiffened as more tears filled your eyes. Tony heard your breath hitch and he turned to look at you, the sight broke his heart.

Tony shook his head, this isn’t how he thought he had raised his son, this isn’t how he wanted to handle this. ”You know what. It doesn’t matter, I love you no matter what and we do not have to talk about it, at least not until you’re ready.” Tony said and threw his arm over your shoulders. Hearing what your dad had to say relieved you, it felt nice to know that your dad would love you no matter what. It was clear since he was your dad and all but it’s good that he said it out loud. You rested your head on his shoulder and tried to enjoy this moment with him. You took a deep breath, it was now or never. You were upset that the world had once again ruined something of yours but it wasn’t like you to just give up at a little setback, with that attitude you would never have gotten anywhere in your life. ”It’s true, you know.” You finally said out loud. You felt as Tony tensed a little and you turned to look at him, he was smiling. ”Yeah, kinda figured.” He said and laughed, causing you to playfully slap him. ”On a more serious note, I don’t really get why you wouldn’t tell me but I respect your decision.” He admitted, kind of ruining the moment you were having. ”I didn’t tell you because I felt like it was somehow expected of me, not by you but by others. I think that people find it obvious that I’m gay and I don’t want to be known as that gay guy.” You confessed, hoping your dad wouldn’t feel bad. ”That sounds like internalised homophobia my dearest son.” Tony said. He was right, it’s difficult to say if that was normal or not but nevertheless, he was right. You nodded as a sign of understanding. "Did you see the news article?" You asked, kind of already knowing the answer. "Yeah, it's being taken care of," Tony replied, easing your anxieties about the whole ordeal a little bit.

”I hate that this needed to be a conversation. I just wished that when you started dating someone it would just be like at thanksgiving you walk in and introduce the guy and ask us to clear space for one more chair. I would’ve of course interrogated the guy but I feel like I have the right to-” Tony rambled. You laughed at your dad, he was good at heart and loved you very dearly. ”I don’t think you need to clear space at the table for a chair or interrogate Peter.” You said once Tony stopped rambling. ”I’m still going to interrogate him.” Tony said, knowing that his son was once again right. ”But Peter Parker as your first boyfriend is a good start. He sets the bar a little too high though, doesn’t he?” Tony said, earning a giggle out of you. ”First and only. It doesn’t get much better than Peter Parker does it?” You joked, well you weren’t really joking but you said it that way to not freak your poor old dad out. ”Yeah, he’s a keeper.” Steve’s voice boomed from the door. You and your dad both turned to look at Steve. ”Hi dad.” You said.

You had known Steve for almost your entire life, even if he and your dad hadn't been married for that long. Steve just always kind of was your dad. At the times when Tony would lock himself in his lab for days on end out of old habits, Steve would be there. Steve would keep you company and take care of you for a few days until he too became fed up with Tony being in the lab. Then he would put you on a "secret mission" of rescuing daddy from his lab where he was being held captive by his mind. Later on, you realised that the game had a lot more truths to it than one would imagine. You were even the person to ask your dad to marry Steve.

"Okay sweetie, give this little box to your dad and tell him it's from me," Steve had whispered to you. The both of you had stood in the elevator, on your way down to Tony's lab where he had been for two days already. "I think he knows it's from you." You had whispered back, not really understanding why you were whispering. Steve had given you a lot of instructions on what to do since he had been incredibly nervous. When the doors had opened and you had seen your dad sat in his usual spot you turned to Steve and whispered. "I'm going in blind now. Your plans suck."

Steve had watched from the elevator as you had skipped over to your dad, beaming with happiness. "Hi, daddy!" you had greeted Tony, who had put his screwdriver down and bent down to pick you up. "Hi, sweetie." Tony had greeted you back and placed you on his table, waiting eagerly on your next move. Steve had watched as you swung your legs back and forth and talked your mouth off to your dad whatever it was that had invaded your mind at the age of nine. It was most likely something about your birthday gifts that you got a couple of days earlier. Steve found the sight absolutely adorable, Tony had been hanging at the edge of his seat while listening to you and you were swinging back and forth while talking about something. Tony had even commented on things in between like: "oh now she didn't!" and "Oh I bet!" only to be told off by you: "Daddy you're talking over me. If you're goim to treat your child this badly this young you better fear the old people home you're goim to be put into."

"Did you really come all this way on the elevator to tell me about all of this?" Tony had asked you once he was sure that you had finished talking. "Oh no I didn't. Dad wants to rim you and wanted me to ask you!" You had beamed with proudness, finally, you were getting ahead with your mission. Steve had facepalmed in the elevator, he was sure that Tony would break, but he didn't. "You know squid I think I'm going to need a little more information on this." Tony had said, holding in a lot of laughter. You had reached into your dungarees, finally pulling out the small box and handing it to Tony. "That's for the rim." You had said and pointed at the box. Steve would have killed to see Tony's face at that moment when he had opened the box. Steve had seen how a wide smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "Sweetie we talked about that -ng sound." Tony had finally said. You had huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. It wasn't your fault that sometimes others didn't understand you! When you got excited things sometimes got a little jumbled up.

Tony had turned to you after placing the box back on the table. "Will you tell daddy that I would love to wear the ring?" Tony had said and reached to put you back down from the table. "You can tell daddy yourself." You had said and pointed at Steve who was just walking out of the elevator. Tony turned to look at Steve. "So you want to rim me?" Tony had asked Steve who coughed to hide his laughter. "We practised but it didn't really work out," Steve said and placed his hand on Tony's shoulder. "Well daddy's plans suck so I had to go in blind!" you had tried to defend yourself. Tony had agreed with you. "So that's off the table?" Tony asked, looking up to Steve. "No definitely not, it just depends on if you say yes," Steve said, trying to make himself seem confident when in reality he was shitting himself. Tony grabbed the box and placed the ring inside on his finger. "Consider me a rimmed man!" he said and stood up from his chair to kiss Steve.

You shuddered at the sudden flashback, both of your dad's looked at you, concerned. "Just thought about when dad proposed. Just got the joke," You said and scrunched up your nose in disgust. Steve and Tony both laughed.

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tkapuckit · 3 years

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wasted on you - matthew tkachuk

a/n: hiii so this is my first fic...my old blog had a few blurbs but thats about it. anyway, this fic was kind of brought on by an argument i had with a really close friend and it’s just a lot of rambling. i was in a big slump about it and find that writing helps me cope a little. this is a little bit of an enemies to lovers type story too. my writing style is a little different, its a lot of just monologue so that way you can imagine in your mind the location and actions, things like that. please please do not hesitate to send me feedback i really want to know what you think!! thanks for all the support on this new blog i really love my followers and all the support i get here on this site:)

morgan wallen- wasted on you

warnings: swearing, arguing

word count: 1.5k

You can tell by the way he was swaying back and forth as you looked at him through the peephole of your apartment. He was drunk.

“You realize what time it is? Why are you here? What do you want?” you say opening the door, contemplating even opening the door for him at all.

“Hello to you too baby.” He says leaning against your door frame.

“Don’t call me that. I’m not your baby.”

“yea but I know you like it, I see the way your breathing changes when I call you baby.”

“oh please give it a break.” You roll your eyes.

He walks into your apartment and pushes you out of the way so he can shut the door behind him.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you push “why are you here its 2:30 in the morning. Forget where you lived?” you ask crossing your arms over your chest. Matthew leans on the table in your front hall, needing the support to stand up straight you assume.

“You always have to be so mean to me?” he laughed, licking his bottom lip.

“It’s easiest.”

“I love you.” He blurts out.

“What?” your eyes widen.

“I love you.” He slurs for a second time. There’s a moment of silence, only thing being heard is his fast breathing and your heart pounding in your chest. You say a silent prayer, hoping that he doesn’t hear it too. You look down at your hands, fingers fidgeting with your thumbnail.

“Go home.” You shake your head.

“I am home.” He motions around your apartment with both arms.

“You’re not. You don’t live here. You’re drunk.” You say still shaking your head trying to guide him back to the front door.

“I know.”

“Then go home.” You say rolling your eyes and sighing in defeat.

“I already told you y/n, you’re not listening to me. I am home.”

“Matthew-“

“You are home to me, baby.” He says looking down at his feet. You freeze. Your hand is still on his upper arm. You don’t know what to say. Could he really mean what he’s saying? Is he pulling some stupid prank, trying to pull a reaction out of you so that he can tell the boys and embarrass you later? Is he saying this because he’s drunk?

You take a deep breath, and he looks up at you. You see something flash in his eyes. Something you’ve never seen there before…hope. What happened to the big, tough, hockey player that you could not stand? This man standing in front of you, pouring his heart out into your hands, drunk, isn’t the Matthew you thought you knew. The one who you could barely stand being around, only seems to talk to you if it’s an insult that he makes sure your friends hear.

“go home Matthew. Get some sleep. Sober up.”

He closes his eyes and takes in a shaky breath. As he turns to leave you feel tears stinging your eyes. You don’t know why he’s making you feel like this. Once he leaves and is halfway down the hallway, you open your door and call after him. He stops in his track immediately turning to face you. When you run up to him you stop yourself before you do anything. There are a few moments of silence before you kiss his cheek and whisper, “I know you’re drunk but I hope that you don’t forget what you said tonight, that you love me.” And with that you turn and head back into your apartment before you let the tears start to fall.

Screaming and arguing, the norm when Matthew was around.

“And after we had started to get along too… I was really starting to think that maybe you weren’t so terrible like I thought you were! And the fact that you told my friends, my friends Matthew, that you think I’m some stuck-up bitch, how fucking dare you!” you scream at him.

“I never intended for you to hear that-“

“Oh, so you didn’t want me to hear it but you never said you didn’t mean it….do you mean what you said Matthew? Is that really what you think about me?” you ask eerily calm.

“Oh my fucking god!! See, this is what I mean! Fuck, like if it doesn’t go your way you’ll freak out until someone finally agrees with you! And the only reason they agree with you is because they’re so done putting up with your shit!” he screams.

“You’re such an ass! Get the fuck out of my face I’m so sick of you! I can’t believe I ever thought that we could get along.” You shout, walking closer and closer to him, scaring him out of your apartment.

“Everything you said to me the other day. A waste it seems like. All this time we’ve spent together, all the money and the time just driving around trying to not hate each other as much as we do simply because our friends couldn’t take it anymore, an udder and complete waste, wasn’t it? Do you remember what you said to me the other night? Or were you too drunk?”

“you take that back right now you hear me?” he lowers his voice, pointing his finger at you.

“Oh I don’t owe you any sorries honey. None at all”

At that moment, Matthew aggressively grabs you. You let out a frightened gasp, not knowing what he’s going to do. He pushes you against your closed front door and kisses you hard. You audibly gasp into the kiss.

The kiss doesn’t last long because you push him away. “Oh fuck off. Don’t think that by doing that I’ll turn to mush in your arms I-“

Matthew reaches up and puts his hand on the side of your neck to pull you in for another heated kiss. This time you give up and kiss him back. You do melt into his arms. Maybe it wasn’t a hate for each other that you had, but your way of taking it out on yourself. You two were mirror images of each other and that’s why you could never seem to get along.

“I haven’t been a waste and you know that. We’re such a pain to one another, I get it. I’m such a pain in the ass, baby please, I hear it every day from randos walking past me down the street. And you’re not better if I’m being fucking honest.” You scoff. He pulls in a deep breath.

“Please, just hear me out.” He says looking down at you, so small below him. You nod, allowing him to continue.

“But I’m so attracted to you. And I do want to be with you, you have no fucking clue. We work together. In some way, we work so well. And you know that too. Because if we didn’t work, you wouldn’t have bothered sticking around to argue with me. You would’ve left, even though this is technically your apartment.” You let out a small laugh. You know he’s right. You hate when he’s right.

“You need me. Admit it.” He’s so close you can feel his hot breath on your cheek, not daring to look up at him.

“I didn’t mean what I said when I called you a bitch. I have my moments you know that.”

“You can’t just kiss me, apologize and think that’s going to work.” You reach for the door to try and leave. You didn’t know what else you could do. He grabs your wrist.

“I did mean what I said when I came by the other day. I don’t just throw that kind of stuff around.” He pleads.

“Then say it.” You blurt before you could stop yourself.

Matthew wasn’t expecting that. He thought you were about to walk out on him, leave him alone in your own apartment only to return later and him not be there. Now it was his turn to be confused.

“What?” he asks furrowing his brows watching your every movement, still holding on to your wrist.

You take a step closer to him, letting the door fall shut behind you now. You step closer to him so that your chest is almost touching his. You look up at his big frame standing above you and into his confused eyes.

“Say it again. Say what you said to me the other night.”

You see the confusion leave his eyes, knowing exactly what you meant now.

“I love you.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in. He reached out and ran his hand over your cheek.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, closing your eyes at the feeling of his hand so softly on your face.

“I love you. I love you.” He leans forward and kisses you. And kisses you. And kisses you. “I love you.” He says between kissing you.

“I love you too Matthew.” You smile into his lips.

You never wanted to leave his grasp ever. H was right, if you knew that it wasn’t right, you wouldn’t have kept trying.

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mrsalwayswrite · 3 years

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Filthy Tease (Eugene Roe x f!reader)

I meant for this to be a spicy Roe piece but it kinda of took a different route than anticipated... oops? Anyway, i wanna dedicate this to @saritanotserena for giving me the idea but also cuz she is amazing! (sorry if this is awful, i still think i’m terrible at smut) also, not super edited cuz we die like men, alright?

Warning: sexual content- teasing & fingering & my poor attempts at dirty talk

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Tag list: @happyveday @saritanotserena @sydney-m @evelynshelby

There were many things most people were not aware of in regards to Easy Company's Eugene Roe. For example, he was terrified of bees. But instead of running away screaming, he would freeze and not move, barely breathing until he felt safe enough to move. Also, the man was obsessed with strawberries. He would pick them any day over chocolate or any other kind of dessert. When alone, he enjoyed quietly quoting poetry. He never did it in front of the men, for fear they would mock him. The biggest secret that would surprise people though?

Eugene Roe was a filthy tease whose lips dripped sin and hands brought you to heaven with their touch.

And you were well acquainted with this side of him.

In Albourne, the replacements had begun calling you 'mama bear' shortly after you punched a Sergeant from a different company, who was picking on one of Easy's replacements. You also had the habit of checking up on them and trying to teach them extra things that training left out. You did not mind the nickname. Honestly, you thought it was sweet how all the boys took to you so. Since most of the Toccoa guys did not want anything to do with the replacements, you stepped up.

Unfortunately, all this extra attention from the replacements seemed to spark unnecessary jealousy from Roe. In the quiet moments you two managed to sneak away, you always tried to remind and show him how he was the only man who caught your eye. You would shower him with words of affection, hold him close and kiss him until he forgot his worries. You both hated that you had to keep your relationship a secret. You tried to remind him that this was only temporary. One day you could kiss and hold hands in public. One day you could stand before him in a white dress. One day you would make others jealous with the overwhelming love you had for each other.

But that was not today. Or in any sense of the foreseeable future. So you kept your relationship secret and tried to keep your affections on a slow simmer as to not alert the rest of the company.

After you started gaining more attention from the replacements, after you started spending more time with them…. Roe changed his tactics in reminding you of who always stole your breath and made you feel like a goddess on earth.

And that was how you learned he was a filthy tease.

It started off with simple things. He would walk past you and let his hand caress your ass for a fleeting moment before moving on to avoid drawing notice to the pair of you. Or if you sat next to one another to eat, he would place his hand on your knee or thigh underneath the table, giving you an occasional squeeze. If your hair got in your face, he would tenderly tuck it behind your ear or adjust your cap if your hands were full. It was sweet how tactical he was. Always seeking for a way to subtly touch you.

Then one day, you were walking with a couple of replacements back from the firing range, having been helping them with their accuracy. You saw Roe approaching, hands in his pockets, his eyes focused on you. He commented how he needed your advice for something and so you innocently followed him towards the small aid station set up in Albourne, having waved goodbye to the replacements.

As you passed a huge stack of empty boxes next to a brick building, he pushed you off the road and behind the boxes. You slammed against the brick wall, shock making you unable to cry out or demand about his actions. He had never been rough with you before. Concern and anger warned in you, unsure if something was wrong with him or he was being an asshole. When you leaned back, ready to demand what was going on, your words were cut off by his mouth covering yours and his tongue slipping between your lips. His body pressed against you, pinning you between him and the brick wall behind you. His mouth and touch dominated you, bringing you to the brink and turning you into a puddle of desire. Just as a whine left your throat, desperate for him to touch you where you needed him most, he pulled back. Through the haze of lust, you could see his lips swollen, eyes dilated, and chest rising and falling rapidly, matching your own.

"What…?" You stumbled out, your mind and body quaking with need.

"That's so ya don't forget." Even his voice was affected, more husky than normal. God, it sounded delicious and you wanted to taste it from the source again.

"Forget… forget what?"

"Who makes ya feel good. Who can please ya… and who always wants ya." He stepped back, a smug smirk tugging on his lips. "See ya later, chéri." Then he walked away, back onto the road, hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened. As if he had not left you aching in need and obscenely wet.

You stayed there against the brick wall for longer than you would ever care to admit. Your heart hammered in your chest, the ache in your belly at an almost painful level, your breathing heavy in anticipation for what you thought was to come. But now you stood there… alone… and horny.

You thought maybe this was just a one-time thing. He had never done anything like this before.

Oh, how wrong you were.

A couple days later you sat in the back of a lecture room, Nixon at the front talking about something very important. But you could not hear a word he was saying. Oh no, because Eugene Roe was sitting next to you, whispering in your ear about all the dirty things he wanted to do to you in quite explicit terms. Half the stuff he whispered, you wondered where he even got the ideas. Soon enough, his words seeped into your mind as he painted such lewd images of the two of you. You had to press your thighs tightly together to deal with the growing ache. Something you were positive he noticed and delighted in. At one point, he even drew his finger slowly up from your knee to your hip as he whispered about sneaking into Sink's office and letting him fuck you over the man's desk. Once the lecture was over, Roe just gave you a wink and easily got up to walk away with the others heading out. You had to sit there for several minutes, taking long, deep breaths to try and will away the flush over your skin and suppress the pooling desire in your belly.

You could not decide if you loved or hated this new side of Roe.

Another time he asked for your help, that he might practice a new technique he read about in one of his medical books. You laid down on one of the beds in the aid station. The quiet chatting of a couple of the other medics behind the half-wall curtain filled the otherwise silent air from the other side of the station. Roe snuck a quick kiss to your lips making you giggle quietly and the two of you easily fell into a light-hearted conversation about a party being set up for the enlisted. Though as you two kept talking and he practiced wrapping and unwrapping various parts of your body, his hands began to…. wander. His fingers skimmed up your thighs, moving teasingly close to your groin then darting away.

At first you thought it was an accident and paid no mind, but after a couple times, you realized he was doing it on purpose. When you called him out on it, he pretended to have no idea what you were talking about. Then he told you he needed to practice working on a chest wound. Next thing you knew, he had the top several buttons of your army-issued jacket open, and he was laying a bandage on your exposed skin. His hands roamed across your chest, brushing your breasts with firm strokes. At one point he murmured something about giving you morphine and pretended to jab a syringe into your thigh; but as his hand moved back up, it grazed over your sex, leaving a fiery trail up your torso and back to your chest in its wake.

"Gene…" you moaned, unable to take it anymore, wriggling underneath his touch seeking friction.

He hushed you, wicked eyes glancing towards where the others were in the aid station. "Ya gotta keep quiet, pretty lady. Can ya do that for me?"

You nodded but it was only half-hearted, your mind already drawing in the euphoric hunger he induced in you. His hands worked you- skimming, fondling, cupping and teasing- in all the ways that soon left you a quivering mess, biting down on your hand to keep the lascivious moans at bay.

The whole time he complimented and whispered to you, saying things that only seemed to heighten the experience. "Doin' so good, mon chéri, look at ya. Beautiful." Or "gotta keep quiet, pretty lady." Or "just imagine when I do this to ya, but with my tongue… I know ya taste so damn good. How's that feel, darlin'?"

Finally, you were toeing the edge, body desperate to fall off that cliff. Your body vibrated with maddening want. "Gene, please…." You begged without shame; the desire, the need too great for you to care.

"Shhh...can't let 'em see ya like this." He cooed, one hand cupping your cheek while the other fondled your breast. "This is for me only, yeah? Say it, chéri."

"Just you… just you, Gene."

"Mmm… good girl." Then he finally slipped his skilled hand into your pants and pushed you off the edge. Your body drowned in bliss, mind hazy with pleasure.

This went on for weeks. Any opportunity he could pull you into a dark corner, push you against a wall, touch you, or drive you wild… he took full advantage of.

To everyone else, he still remained the quiet, slightly reclusive medic with a heart of gold and healing hands.

But to you… he was a fallen angel with the sole purpose to tempt you with that delightful Cajun accent and take control of you with those sinful lips and magical hands.

***

The atmosphere in the pub was jovial. Glenn Miller played in the background from the radio. The many voices of the paratroopers filled the pub, overshadowing the famous artist. The place reeked of beer, cigarette smoke and testosterone.

Buck, Luz, Toye and Heffron played darts in the corner. A few of the other Toccoa men heckled them and laughed at their own jokes, ignoring the replacements scattered about. The divide between Toccoa men and replacements felt like a terrible chasm. You tried to bridge it though. Floating between both parties, you laughed and cracked jokes with everyone while sipping on your beer.

This was the first time you had worn your WAAC uniform in months, reviving fond memories at its feel and look. You had started in the WAAC but then threw a series of unexpected encounters and circumstances, you eventually found yourself at Camp Toccoa training to be a paratrooper. Now, it felt odd to be wearing a skirt, stockings and kitten heels. You had become so used to your dirty ODs. Tonight though, you donned your skirt and heels, even going so far to put on some red lipstick. Who knew when the next chance you would have to dress up would be?

"Come on, just one dance." Simmons was begging from the seat beside you, his boyish charm on full display, enhanced by the dimples in his cheeks.

You laughed, more amused than annoyed by his persistence. "No, if I dance with you then everyone else will expect a dance too."

"Give it up, Peter." Burkle chuckled. "Mama bear ain't going out there."

You pointed a finger at the dark-haired replacement across the table. "I knew there was a reason I liked you, Frank."

"Ya hear 'bout the man who got caught joy-ridin' the other day?" Ralph Nestor changed the topic thankfully, leaning forward against the table, ready to spread the latest gossip.

Taking another sip of your beer, you listened but scanned the crowd around you. It was about time for you to move on to the next group.

As if sensing a pair of eyes burning into you, you swiveled your head trying to locate the gaze. It did not take long for you to meet the eyes of Eugene Roe. He sat with Spina and a few others at a table on the other side of the bar. He subtly tapped the empty spot next to him after he caught your eye. A warmth filled you. It was stupid since you knew he loved you but even here amongst a crowd, he wanted you by his side.

"Well, I'm off, fellas. Don't get too drunk tonight please… and if you do, make sure to keep all your clothes on. I'm looking at you, Private Burkle." You teased, watching the young man's face redden at the reminder, while the others laughed. Standing up, you brushed your skirt down, still unused to the feeling after so long.

"Yes, mama bear." A couple of them chorused.

You smiled. As you reached forward to grab your half-full beer glass, a hand slipped into yours and spun you around into a solid chest. "What?"

Simmons held your hand as he placed his other on your waist. "Come on, one dance. I'll even keep my hands to myself."

"Your hands wander at all, there's at least thirty men here who will rip your hands off for me if I ask."

"Oh believe me, I know." He squeezed your hand, a cheeky smile on his face. "Please?"

"Simmons, give it up!" Nestor said. "I see your platoon Sergeant looking over here."

That got Simmons to freeze, glancing over his shoulder to see Guarnere with eyes narrowed at the two of you.

You laughed, pushing away from the replacement. "Better not piss your platoon Sergeant off. I'll be back for my glass." Swiftly, you moved in the direction of the bathroom, sending a wink Guarnere's way and receiving one in return.

The women's bathroom was small and cramped with two stalls, barely room to move, and a small counter with a sink. Either women did not frequent this pub much or this was awkwardly small to discourage women from lounging and socializing in here away from men. In your mind, it could go either way honestly.

After you finished your business, you stood at the sink washing your hands. The cool water soothed your skin after the heat in the pub. Looking up in the mirror, you saw your lipstick had faded and was slightly smudged. Most likely from the beer glass. Carefully, you tried to fix it using the tip of your finger. It seemed absurd, with everything you had been through- the training and combat you had seen- for you to be standing here worried about your smudged lipstick. Perhaps it would not have felt so odd if you stayed in the WAAC instead of joining the paratroopers.

Behind you, the bathroom door opened which surprised you. You thought you had been the only woman at the pub tonight. Maybe a few local women showed up? You looked up into the mirror, prepared to greet the woman. After the person stepped through, your jaw dropped and eyes widened. For it was not a local woman in a pretty dress that stepped in.

It was Eugene Roe.

"What are you doing in here, Gene?" You looked at him through the mirror. "Is the men's bathroom full?"

Instead of verbally responding, you watched him latch the simple lock over the door. Your movements stilled as you realized what he just did.

"Gene?"

In a single stride, he came up behind you, putting his arms out on either side of you, caging you between the sink and his body.

"Darlin'," he crooned in your ear as his lips left a trail of sweet heat along your neck. "Ya look too damn sexy out there. I see ya legs in those heels and skirt and all I can think about is how good they feel wrapped around me as I pound into ya."

Your skin felt feverish as the heat radiated off his body. Even through all the layers between you two, your body soaked it in like the parched ground after a thunderstorm. With the warmth of his breath ghosting over your skin and his filthy words, your womb clenched from that alone.

"Then I see that boy with his hands on ya… shit, it took everythin' for me to not rip him off ya."

"He didn't mean anything, Gene. I promise."

"Don't matter. I hate it." His hands gripped the hem of your skirt, slowly pulling it up and bunching it around your hips. He began laying open-mouth kisses along your neck, the whole time his eyes holding yours, as you watched him in the mirror. "I need to 'ear ya sing, pretty lady, I need to 'ear ya gorgeous sounds."

"Gene…" you moaned out, your eyelids fluttering. That delicious warmth, that only he could fuel, began growing in your belly. "We can't right here."

"Shall we find out?"

Without preamble, one of his hands slipped under your skirt, the other still bunching the fabric up around you and out of the way. You hissed slightly as he touched your bare core, unable to completely hide the smirk on your face as he gave a slight groan.

"Mon chéri, where ya skivvies at? Ya been out there this whole time with no underwear on?"

"I wanted to surprise you… I thought you might try something."

"Fuck!" He bit your earlobe and ground his hardening cock against your ass. "Ya tryin' to tease me? Mmm?"

Before you could retort something smart back at him, you gasped as he slipped a finger into you, finding you already wet for him.

"Look at ya, sweetheart, so fuckin' beautiful right now." He murmured, eyes not having left yours in the mirror this whole time, pining you even more so than his body still caging you.

With one hand, you grabbed the sink to anchor yourself, your legs turning into jelly beneath you from the onslaught of pleasure coursing through your veins. "Gene, please." You begged.

Eyes boring into yours, he pulled his finger out of you, drawing a whiny whimper from your lips. With a salacious smirk, he opened his mouth and placed his pointer and middle fingers in his mouth, making sure to swirl his tongue around them then pulled them slowly out.

"Holy fuck…"

Still smirking, he reached down and slipped both fingers into you. They plunged in and out of you, the wet sounds lewdly echoed in the small bathroom. Roe continued to grind against you from behind, timing it to match with the thrusts of his fingers. You wanted to close your eyes, to sink into the heat bubbling in you. But you were unable to for Roe watched you with a heated, heavy gaze in the mirror. Your gazes locked as he brought you closer and closer to your climax, moans and sighs slipping from your lips.

"Good girl, mon chérie, so beautiful. Look at ya."

He continued to whisper in your ear in between leaving open-mouth kisses and bites on your neck and jaw.

"Ya close, sweetheart? I can feel it, so close."

"Oh God, please, Gene…. Don't stop. Please."

With a dark chuckle, he gave one last flick to your clit and pushed you over the edge. As you opened your mouth, he slammed his mouth over yours, greedily swallowing your cry of bliss. You floated on waves of ecstasy; your eyes closed to soak in the sensations. Eventually you opened your eyes, even if the movement felt sluggish and your body limp.

"There's those gorgeous eyes." Roe nuzzle your temple. "Ya back with me?"

"Mmm… I think so."

He chuckled. "Think ya can stand?"

That was when you noticed he was practically holding you up between an arm now wrapped around your waist and you still pinned between him and the sink.

"Sorry." You mumbled, standing up on shaky legs. When you noticed his cocky smirk, you languidly swatted at him. "Shut up." Slowly you turned around to look at him. It did not escape your notice his… um… large problem he was sporting in his trousers.

"You know… the couple I am billeted with, they left this afternoon for a weekend in London visiting family."

"Oh? Well, that is interestin' news."

"Uh huh. What's the likelihood we can sneak out of here unnoticed?"

He leaned down to press his lips against yours, drawing a soft sigh from you at the sweetness in the kiss. "Very likely… Guess we'll find out though."

"And what's the likelihood we'll actually make it to the house before you try to get under my skirt again?"

"Less likely."

You laughed, pressing a hand to his chest to push him back. Running a hand over your skirt, you tried to smooth it out as much as possible and hide any evidence of your tryst.

"Ready?"

"Always."

The two of you somehow managed to sneak out of the bathroom and out of the pub without drawing notice to yourselves. As you stepped out into the night, walking quickly down the street, you both were giggling like teenagers having snuck out of your parents' homes. He snagged your hand and pulled you along, almost jogging down the silent road in Albourne.

Before you even made it halfway to your billeted house, Roe pulled you into a dark corner, just off the road. You laughed before his mouth covered yours, silencing you and turning your laughter into moans.

You did not mind too much.

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bts-trash-blog · 4 years

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Golden: Chapter 3~Badass

Summary: Watercolor splashes, and yet all that splashed on your skin was ink, while his was gold. Cold and warm. Sweet and sour. Love and lust. Yet it made so much sense..sadly he couldn’t see it.

Pariing: Min Yoongi X Chubby Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of depression, inscrurites, smut and some mentions of past toxic relationships. Just poor Yoongi tbh.

AN: Want to know when I update? I have a tag list! Also since tumblr deleted my original chapter and I had already cleared my ask box for this tag-list I’m sorry if you aren’t on it just ask again and I’ll make sure for chapter 4 I’ll add you! Again I’m sorry!

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Curled up on your bed, sad music playing in your headphones as you watch the rain hit against the building, watching the drops rundown your bedroom window. The sound of Hoseok coming home from work, made you try to silence your sniffles as you try to shuffle deeper into bed, ignoring the buzzing from ethier Namjoon or Jin. Both after Yoongi had run out, left with jaws dropped that quickly snapped shut as Jin moved to chance after Yoongi as Namjoon moved to sit next to you. You quickly lost your breath, and your mood went sour so you too got up and left, but not before Namjoon had promised he and Jin would ‘talk’ to your so called Soulmate.

Soulmate my ass. You thought as you whipped the tears that were resting on top of your cheek, a soft knock on your door made you shuffle and turn away from the entry of your room. Headphones slipping out, making you grunt as you toss them with your phone onto the floor, too annoyed at the world to even bother with them. When no answer from you came, Hoseok opened the door slowly, the sound making you bring the covers over your head as you hear his feet pad against the wood flooring.

“Y/n? I brought dinner...ladybug?” He asked, making you shuffle as you tried to fight a sniffle, but he still heard you as he stepped further into your room. “What's wrong?” He pushed as he sat down on your bed, letting out another sniffle as you let the tears start to fall again. Shaking your head, you felt his hand on top of your cafe as you tried to kick them away but your body felt weak. It felt broken. So you laid there fighting back a sob, till it came erupting out making Hoseok quickly move to wrap his arms around you, dragging you to lay against his chest as you let out heavy breaths. “Oh Y/n.” Your back pressed to his front as he tangled his legs with yours, his lips pressed to the back of your head as you heard him inhale, ready to exhale questions.

“Please don’t, I’ll just cry more.” Your words had him letting out a breathy chuckle as he tightened his hold around you, one of his hands moving down your arm. Hand lacing with yours as you brought it to your chest, kissing the knuckles of his fingers making him sigh as he brought his chin to the top of your head. “I hate soulmates.” Your words were mumbled as you closed our eyes, your body shivering as you heard him softly gaspe at you. You, the one person he’s known not to ever question the soulmate thing, the one who swore up and down that soulmates are the thing in the world that makes every bad thing worth it. You were the person who dreamed, and read about soulmates. Dreamed of one day being able to love someone, even if it was platonically, with every fiber in your being and it feeling just..just right. You made it sound so worth it, worth pain, worth the waiting. Yet the words you had just said, seemed to be so full of positivity it scared him. Your words scared him which made him shake his head as he looked down at the top of your head. There is no way you believed the words that just passed through your slightly chapped lips. No way.

“No you don’t.” He mumbled making you shake your head as you pushed away from him and sat up, your body resting against the headboard of your bed.

“Yes I do. I hate them. I hate the stupid red string of fate. I wish it wasn’t real. I wish it was all fake. I wish I didn’t have the university choosing someone for me. I hate them.” Pain. All that was laced with these words were pain, and it seemed to tunnel through his chest as well as he moved to sit up next to you kicking the sheets down away from the two of you. His body moving to sit criss crossed in front of you as his brown eyes stare at you, your knees pressed to your chest as you feel pain crave itself into your heart as you bury your face into your crossed arms. “Like why? Why are they a thing? Why are we made for someone who we’ve never seen, never met, never loved. I mean look at me, why would someone like me? Let alone love the idea that I’m somehow made for them. Like I look in the mirror some day and wonder why the fuck I’m made the way I am...and who would love me. And I fooled myself in thinking that someone out there is gonna love me. That they will hold me and paint my skin with their love, like my parents. But they see you and run away, not even trying to get to know past these fucking flaws. This fat ugly body. I wish I could’ve been born in a world where soulmates were a dream, and not the other way around, Hoseok.” You look up at him, sniffling as his hand reaches for yours that had fallen to the bed, his fingertips lacing with yours. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath in. “Why did they choses him for me, I thought that black ink color was so beautiful..I thought he thought the gold was beautiful on him too... But I should’ve known it was the sigh of rejection. Of this..this deadly pain. Why did the universe choose him for me?” His eyes blink open to stare at you, his eyes filling with his own tears as he gives you a frown.

“Cause, you are gonna be his everything one day. One day he’s gonna know every little thing about you. He’s gonna know how you are addicted to coffee and sour candy, and how you have this love for animals that goes far more than others. He’s gonna see the good and the bad in you and still smile. He’ll learn how to make you laugh, how to stop your tears. He’s gonna cause the greatest heart breaks in your life, and the most beautiful moments in your life. He is gonna be so lucky to even have every single ounce of your love, cause I know how lucky I am to just get the silver of the love you have.” he smiles at you, moving closer to cup your face making you look at him, glossed over eyes, red nose and chewed lips. “One day you’ll know everything about him, one day him running away will make sense to you. It’s not gonna hurt any less. But you’ll be able to forgive him, because you’ll know his smile. His laugh. Y/n, he’ll know you as nothing but the woman who loves him so passionately, so deeply that he knows he’ll be able to just fall into you and you’ll make sure to give him nothing but protection from the darkness around him. Do you know what being Gold means?” His question had you shaking your head as he chuckled, as he got up on his knees and pressed his forehead to yours before pulling away. “Gold..gold is the love that people dream of. It's like watching the sunrise after a gloomy day, it's that hug you get after a devastating day. It’s what your books you read about come from. To be someone's gold, it to be the air they breathe, the bed they sleep in and the one being in this world that they can tell their deepest secret too. Y/n you’re that person he dreams about when he needs to calm down. So don’t double yourself. Don’t throw away your idea of the red string of fate, cause you and I both know how worth this pain is gonna be, especially when you can finally call him yours.”

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Scrubs, the best pieces of clothing ever made. You swear by it, swear by them. Not only do they have so many pockets,more than you can count sometimes but the way they breathe has always made working long shifts easier. You were at the front, your head peeking over Joy's shoulder seeing the patient chart of the day, your fingers crossing, hoping for no walk-ins. Sighing you see Jimin walking to the still locked door as the clinic hasn’t opened yet, moving you open the glass door for him to be greeted with a brown small poodle in his arms. Your head tilts in confusion, as he hands you the dog, realization crosses your face as you look at your best friend with wide eyes as you pull the six month old male puppy closer to your chest.

“I forget to tell you didn’t I.” His eyes slightly wide, dark bags under them as he moves to the back, your body trailing after him as he places his stuff down in the break room. “She surrendered him, now I have a foster. He’s name is Holly.” Nodding you nuzzled your nose into the top of his head making him slightly brack at you, licking your cheek as you let out a giggle.

“He is adorable, how anyone could mistreat you or any little baby like you blows my mind.” You said, slipping into a baby voice making the poodle's tail start to rapidly wag as his body started to wiggle making you fight back a laugh as the head Vet came in, Minho. His eyes move to the puppy in your arms, and he smiles quickly moving to pat the top of his head as he looks at you.

“Busy day, and you are with me most of it.” Nodding you gave Holly back to Jimin, who was greeted with a wiggle amount of kiss making both you and Minho chuckle as the two of you leave the room. “We have three spays, a mass removal, and an eye removal scheduled for us today. Luckily we have Mina here today to pick up some of the other scheduled surgeries today as well. Bless that woman.” His eyes gleam at the mention of her, the memory of blues and teal hues painting across their skin had you thinking of the inky black. Thinking of Yoongi, and your thoughts slipped before you could stop them.

“I met my soulmate the other day.” Your word seemed to have made the still closed clinic freeze as you hear a gasp, and the sound of scuffing shoes making you look behind you to see Johnny had stumbled slightly from walking out of the bathroom. Your eyes widen as you press your hand to your mouth, processing that you had just outly admitted that you had indeed found the one.

“Holy shit...I’m sorry..does Jimin know?” Johnny says, making you shake your head slowly as you look at Minho. His lips parted as the chart in his hand slightly dropped. Johnny's smiles grow as he lets out a loud yes, making you giggle as he points to you. “I know something before that little shit! Finally!” Sighing you watch as he moves to the back making you shake your head as you turn back to Minho. A large smile on his face as he looks at you, his eyes closing for a second till he takes a deep breath and the two of you start walking to the first exam room when the sound of the door dinging entered your ears.

“Congratulations, I feel like it was just yesterday you were interning here to get your hours to pass your tech class. Now here you are, one of the best techs I’ve ever had and you're the first of my techs to find the one. I hope he treats you well.”

“Same here.” You said with an honest breath, your eyes closing when you hear it, the loud gasp and the sound of a cup slamming against a table.

“Y/n found her what, and told your dumbass before me? Yo little bitch get your fat ass over here! I just want to talk!” _____________________________________________________________

“Moon!” Jin said with a smile on his face as you walked into the coffee shop, a smile spreading on your face as he pulled you into a side hug. Chuckling as you slid into your chair, your hand rubbing the back of your neck, your scrubs slightly tightening as you moved. Looking you see soft caring eyes staring at you, his head tilted making you shake your head as he sat next to you. “I’m so sorry that he..I..I could beat his ass.” His words had your eyes widening as you grabbed his hand, making his closed eyes snap open as he stared at you. “He..he’s not a bad person just..I want you to find out things on your own but at the same time I need to at least let you know that it really isn’t it. He was with someone before and she..she literally tore him apart. He’s scared, and when he saw what color he put onto your skin seemed to make his fear worse..just know it isn’t you.” Smiling softly at the older male you squeezed his hand tighter.

“I get it I guess..I..I mean it made me feel like shit but I just have to think of the color I put onto his, its gold. I’m supposed to help him make his life golden, better, more positive. At least that's what I believe.” Your words had him shocked, as he pulled back and sat up straight, his smile growing as he looked at you.

“I’m so happy you said that. I was so scared, scared that you’d hold this over him. This fear of loving someone again.” He pauses as a boy brings a cup of black coffee out and sets it in front of you. His ash blonde hair falling in his eyes as he smiles at the two of you, as you take a sip you see a dark clad figure walk in. Your body seems to vibrate, making your eyes close as you place the mug down and look to Jin, his own eyes widening as he moves to get up. “You..just stay put.” Nodding you open your phone to distract you from the warm feeling spreading through your body, the shivers.

Taking a deep breath you hear hush whispers, and the clicking of someone typing on a laptop, laughter of a few friends and the sound of the espresso machine. Taking a deep breath you scroll through instagram, your other hand grasping the black hot mug. Hearing the scuffing of shoes, you look up to see downcasted coffee colored eyes. His hands dug deep into the pockets of his large coat, his ripped jeans showed just how thin his legs were making you slightly self conscious with how big yours were compared to his. Shaking your head you slip your phone into your scrub top pocket, he rocks a bit on his heel as you cast your eyes to the seat Jin was once in. He nods as he quickly sits down, your hand bringing the coffee up to your lips, sipping as you push a piece of your hair back behind your ear as he clears his throat.

“So..your name is Y/n?” His question made you nod as you let out a slightly cough as you look balck up to see Jin had set down another cup of coffee and a lemon cake for you making you smile at him.

“You're Yoongi?” You ask after watching the board man leave, he nods as he clears his throat again and pulls the mask he had resting around his face off as his hands move to run through his black hair. “I’m not mad..about what happened.” You blurted out, your eyes closing as you mess with the mug in front of you. “I mean it hurt me a little..no actually it hurt me a lot. But I’m not mad.” Looking up you see him staring at you with parted lips and wide eyes, his hair slightly messed up, making you want to reach up and fix it. Let out a breath, place your hand onto the table, palm up. His eyes cast down to it, your chubby fingers making his thin ones crave to hold them, touch them. The fire in him matching your own, so he falls into it. His breathing slightly speeds up as he lifts one of his hands, letting it fall into your plan, watching the sparkling gold color spread across his hand as you wrap your fingers around his hand. Watching the black ink spread across your skin, made a smile lift on your cheeks as he looked as if he was gonna run again making you tighten your grip.

“Why are you smiling? It looks like I’m gonna kill you.” He whispers making you shake your head, the gold color climbing up higher on his skin as the black ink fades out slightly at the end of your wrist.

“I like it. Make me feel badass.” Your words had his eyes closing as he smiles softly shaking his head as you now hear your new favorite sound, his chuckle, entered your ears. “I like that sound.” You mumble making his eyes shoot up, as his cheeks begin to dust with a soft pink color as he looks down at his coffee slipping his hand away from yours for a second as he takes a big gulp of coffee. His hand quickly snatching yours before you could slip it back into your lap.

“I like holding your hand...makes me feel badass too.” Smiling brightly at him, you rest your head against the palm of your free hand as you look at him, his eyes doing the same. Though they flickered down to your hands every few seconds, as if to see the color disappearing, fading. Clearing his throat you watch him shift a bit as he looks at you, his lips parting as he closes his eyes for a second then opening them up again. “Are you a nurse?”

“Oh uhh no, not for humans at least. I’m a vet tech.” You chuckle slightly at your own joke as you sit up, your hand slightly slipping from his making him tighten his grip on your hand.

“So you work with animals, that's cool. I..I make music.” He said, his eyes moving around as if trying to think about how to talk. You couldn't help but coo at his shy nature, his thumb moving to rub against the back of his hand as you look over to see Jin and Namjoons eyes on you. Rolling your eyes you look back to Yoongi and squeeze his hand and pull away.

“I’m gonna pay for our coffees, then we can go on a walk so those two,” You pauses as the two of you look at your idiot friends, “Don’t eavesdrop, and scare us.” Your words had him chuckling till he registered that you were gonna pay, making him shoot up and grab your arm gently.

“I can pay.”

“You have a lift time to pay for things for me. Let me do it first.” Your words were soft, his eyes wide in shock as he nodded, his head looking downward as you moved to the front and pulled your card out. Paying , you see Jin smirking as Namjoon chuckles as he swipes your card. “Stop laughing, not funny.”

“No but its fucking cute.” Namjoon said, making you roll your eyes as you shake your head, turning around you walk back up to the black haired man as you lace your fingers with his.

“Where too?” he asks, making you smile brightly at him , though nervousness is hidden deep in his eyes as he looks around and up to the cloudy sky. You couldn’t help but swing your hand as you left the coffee shop.

“Anywhere as long as it's with you.”

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aurora-the-kunoichi · 5 years

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Ok this is a little short story I’m writing for my friend @blossom-skies based on her rp with her OC Jen. This will be a 2 to 3 part story. I hope she and you enjoy it!

Meeting Ms. Jones

Part 1

Jen lay at the bottom of her cold lonely cell, pain still ravaging her tired and worn body. The darkness seeped into her soul taking away the warm thoughts of the warm summer air somewhere outside these god damned walls and the slowly fading hope she would be saved. She had lost track of time as the hours and days drifted by endlessly as she stared at the ceiling of this hell hole. Was it days ago or was it months ago that she was taken from the comfort of her home?

Jen’s brother Casey had told her about Karai and the two criminals that Baxter Stockman and Oroku Saki had mutated into a giant rhino and a wart hog a few years ago. She thought the story was entertaining but when the female ninja and the two mutants showed up at her door for an unwanted house call Jen was no longer amused. But she was a Jones so like hell if she was going down without a fight.

In the end Jen’s street smarts and ability to kick some ass was no match for two mutated overachieving lumbering fools and a trained assassin. The next thing she knew Jen woke up strapped to a freezing examination table and the missing scientist from TCRI hovering over her with a syringe filled with some sort of florescent purple liquid.

Adjusting his glasses Dr Baxter Stockman leaned down waving the syringe in her face, “So Ms. Jones, it took us a bit to track you down but Karai always gets her man…well woman I should say. Since we haven’t been able to locate your brother Casey Jones and Ms O’Neil you were the next best thing.”

Jen had no idea what was going on? What did this idiot want with her brother and his girlfriend? Testing the restraints that held her in place she started to struggle. “What do you want with my brother?”

“We just want to ask him a few questions that’s all, but I guess you’ll have to do for now.” Lifting the syringe up to his eyes he flicked the cylinder raising the bubbles to the top before expelling them from the needle with a single push on the plunger.

Jen watched the purple liquid squirt from the tip of the needle landing on the table next her bound hand. “W-whats in that?” she stammered suddenly getting a little nervous. This was a world renowned genius who went off the deep end when he met the Shredder. Casey had told her what he did and what he was capable of and now she was at his mercy holding a strange looking substance.

“Oh my dear this ol thing?” he waved the syringe theatrically in her face again giving her a sickening smile. “This is liquid motivation. I need some information from you Ms. Jones and if you corporate you’re free to go but if you…..disappoint me this lovely purple ooze will transform you into something of nightmares. You saw our sweet and gentle Beebop and Rocksteady right? That could be you.”

Jen felt the knot coil in her stomach; this was not good, defiantly not good.

“The turtles bitch, where are they?” Jen heard a venomous voice call behind her. Twisting as much as her restraints would allow Jen arched to see Karai come into view, the scowl on her face contorting her feminine Japanese features.

“Turtles?” Jen felt the word roll from her lips in confusion. What were they getting at? What about turtles?

“Don’t play dumb with me Ms Jones, your brother is friends with those meddlesome mutant turtles and my master wants them and you will give them to me.” Stockman hissed positioning the syringe’s needle down aimed for her flesh.

Jen began to struggle again, fear fueling the hard snaps of her wrists. “I don’t know what you’re talking about? I don’t know anything about any fucking turtles? Jesus Christ please I don’t want to be a mutant!” the tone in her voice began to rise into hysteria as the needle lowered to the crook of her arm.

“Where are they?” he asked again looking up at Karai seeming to be looking for permission.

“I told you! I don’t know!”

“Is that your final answer Jen? Karai smirked resting her hands on either side of Jen’s head staring intently down into her frantic eyes. “Stockman here is very eager to see if the ooze he created is the same as the stuff that mutated Beebop and Rocksteady. And he needs a willing test subject to try it on and you my dear are about to volunteer if you don’t give us what we want.”

Jen’s eyes moved from Karai’s cool and collected gaze to the maddening dark pools of the scientist. Tears threatened to spill forth from her eyes, she didn’t want to mutant but she was a Jones and Jones don’t cry. She could hear her dads voice whisper in the back of her head, “You’re stronger then you know.” Gaining the resolve she needed from her father’s words she spat in the mad scientists face. “I don’t know about any mutant turtles but if I did I wouldn’t tell you!”

Needless to say Stockman got his test subject and now Jen was moaning in pain on the cold cell floor, god knows where as the mutation reached its end. Jen didn’t have a mirror to see it but she could feel the changes. Her skin was no longer smooth but rough and from what little light that filtered through the bared window on her cell door from the hallway she could see blue and purple. Her skin wasn’t the most alarming change though, not by a long shot. Dragging behind her lay a long curled tail which she could control, that was sort of cool. Her five fingers were reduced to three and her toes down to two. Thankfully her hair still sat on her head and she could tell something was changing with her eyesight. The dark shapes of her cell were starting to sharpen and become visible and it wasn’t from her eyes adjusting to the dark. It was something more, something to do with her mutation.

The tingling in her body receded and the mind numbing all over ache faded as Jen let out a shaky breath curling up into a ball. As the numbing pain finally began to give her reprieve her worn out body relaxed letting her fall deep into blissful unconsciousness. She wanted to go home, but how was she going to get out of here?

A loud explosion rocked her confinement jostling her from her sleep. Ignoring the dull ache in her limps Jen scrambled to her feet peering out of her cell door her new three fingered hands clutching the metal bars. Again another explosion rang out but this time the large door at the end of the hallway blew off its hinges. The repercussion from the blast sent her sailing backwards slamming into the makeshift cot.

“Jennifer!” a muffled familiar voice cut through the ringing in her ears. “JEN!”

“Cas?” Jen coughed trying to get to her feet. Smoke and flying debris clouded the hallway keeping her brother from her sight. “CASEY!” Jen managed to scramble to her feet and back to her cell door reaching out into the void grasping for her salvation.

“Jen! Where are you?” she could hear him coughing his voice getting closer.

“I’m at the end in a cell!”

“Hey Casey, is she in here?” Another voice came through the confusion and Jen tried to see who was with her brother.

“Leo, yeah she’s in here! Where’s Raphael we might need him?”

“Right here Jones.” A deep voice with a prominent New York accent came after her brothers.

As the dust began to settle Jen could see three silhouettes making their way towards her. One she could see was her brother but the other two were large with unnatural bulk, and they were definitely not human. Which brought reality slamming back reminding her she was no longer human as well. Her heart jumped into her throat as her tail uncoiled slapping against the cool floor, her brother didn’t know, he didn’t fucking know and he was about to see her. A strangled cry came from her throat unexpectedly as she retreated back into the corner, into the shadows.

“Jen!?” Casey cried out reaching her cell his body slamming into the metal.

“Wait!” Jen screamed wrapping her arms around her changed body.

“Jen, what are you talking about? We’re getting you out of there. Raph! Get this door off!”

Within seconds the door began to creak and moan under the pressure of this Raphael’s strength. Fear raced through her realizing Casey was about to see her in her new form and she could feel something happening with her skin. Instinct took over and she pressed back up against the wall as the door was ripped from its hinges and thrown to the side. A large shadow retreated as Casey came hurtling through the door his eyes searching frantically in the darkened room. His eyes passed over her never focusing in on her form. Did he not see her?

“Jen?” his voice was strained unable to find his little sister.

Again his gaze moved over where she was standing and still nothing. He couldn’t see her? Then two large green bodies came through the door distracting Jen from her distraught brother. They were huge and from what she could deduce they were turtles. Wait! Turtles?! These were the turtles Stockboy and Karai were looking for?

One was larger than the other; the bigger one had a tattered red bandanna over his head the tails dangling down the front of his chest. Wrapped around his impressively muscled body and massive shell was a harness that came over his broad shoulders and around his waist meeting at the lower center of his plastron. The only piece of clothing he was wearing was a grey pair of shorts held up with a white belt. On his left should was a lone shoulder pad for some sort of protection? In his green three fingered hands he held sai dripping with blood. The one word that came to mind when she looked at him was brute.

Jens’ eyes drifted to the slightly smaller one just beside him but there was no mistaking he was equally as intimidating as the red brute. Around his green scalp was a blue mask highlighting his dazzling blue eyes, momentarily awe struck Jen needed to remind herself to breath. His body wasn’t as bulky as the brute but he was leaner and seemed deadlier. Sitting diagonal across his plastron was his leather harness and in his hands were twin katanas. He too had on black shorts with knees pads with some weird homemade Japanese sandals? This one made her heart race, this mutant turtle undeniably got her attention.

Her brother’s calls brought her back to the present and Jen swallowed readying her unsteady voice. “Cas, something happened to me. They changed me. Baxter Stockman injected me with a purple ooze.”

With the mention of the purple ooze Jen noticed the flinch in the two mutant turtles that turned their heads in the direction of her voice.

“What are you talking about Jen? I can hear you but I can’t see you? What’s going on?”

“Casey you have to promise not to freak out please. This is hard enough for me already.” She could hear her own voice trembling as she spoke.

Casey straightened his back preparing himself for whatever he was about to see and nodded.

This was her older brother, he would love her no matter what she had to remind herself. Jen took a deep breath and felt her skin scrawl for a few seconds and she stepped forward into the light. She watched her older brothers eyes widen in shock his mouth opening in a silent gasp but thankfully took a step towards her instead of back his hands outstretched for his sister.

“Oh Jen.” Casey whispered.

She could hear the two mutant turtles behind her brother breaths hitch and whisper at the same time, “What the shell?”

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