#'got my heavy heart to hold me down / once it falls apart my heads in the clouds'

[ihaechans]

Teach Me || P.JS

PAIRING ▸ Jisung x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ established relationship, smut, fluff

WARNINGS/CONTENT ▸ profanity, masturbation (m), lovey-dovey jisung, praise kink, petnames, unprotected sex (don't), cream pie, Jisung properly fucking reader for the first time but none are virgins, dom~ish jisung, fingering (f), oral (f), cum eating, overstimulation / multiple orgasms, reader gives jisung instructions on how to fuck her and for some reason- it turns jisung on even more (he's a strange fellow)

SUMMARY ▸ It's been about ten months since you and Jisung started dating, and not once has he fucked you properly. Yes, he's fucked you multiple times, but you're always on top riding him, or simply using him as you please, leaving him no room to fuck you how he wants to. Finally, he musters the courage to talk to you about it, and the outcome makes him wish he'd done it sooner.

WORD COUNT▸ 2k

A/N: This is part of the "Crush on You" & "7 Days" Jisung "series". Any of the stories can be read separately, but for more context, you should read the first two "parts" to better understand the reader and Jisung's dynamic. Make sure to like or reblog if you love it! My requests are open so don't be shy!

There's a fine line between fucking and fucking.

Jisung always got to fuck you, but never got to fuck you.

Since the beginning of your relationship, there has been a clear dynamic between the two of you. Jisung was bottom, and you were top. That's how things are, how they have been for the past ten months.

Sometimes Jisung wonders how it would be if things were different, imagining his hips fucking into your wet pussy, eyes teary as he watches you fall apart on his cock. Mouth sucking in his length until it couldn't go any farther, abusing your throat as he used you for his own pleasure.

God, it made him rock hard just thinking about it.

"Fuck," he whimpers, hand shifting lightly over his hard cock as he settles down on the bed, kicking his shoes off in a hurry. He wants you below him, mouth agape, brows furrowed, uncontrollable moans slipping past your lips as fucks into you deep.

He shouldn't do this knowing you're just a room over typing away on your computer, probably on an important work meeting or something like that, but he couldn't help it. He felt like an incaged animal, struggling to break free.

The only thing that could satisfy him was getting what he wanted.

Jisung teases the head of his cock, biting back a whimper at the sensitive feeling. His breathing is heavy as he grips his cock, hips automatically pistoning up to fuck into his fist, imagining how much better it would feel if he was fucking into you.

He imagines your sweet cries and moans, dick twitching as he thinks about you. Nobody has ever gotten him so worked up, it's almost as if you've casted a spell on him.

Jisung lets out a husky moan, fucking up into his fist frantically as he nears his climax. "Fuck," he moans, hips stilling as he releases into his hand, his free hand covering his mouth as he tries to hold back a loud whine.

Pathetic. He thinks to himself, completely ashamed he didn’t have the courage to tell you how he felt.

“Jisung baby, you in here?” A light knock emits from the wooden door and Jisung freezes like a deer in headlights, jumping across the room towards the bathroom as you slowly creak open the bedroom door.

Jisung sighs as he safety makes it to the bathroom, able to shut the door behind him softly before you notice. This was all so stupid.

He was stupid.

Turning on the sink, Jisung washes his cum off of his hand, shaking his head pitifully with a sigh as he does so.

The sudden opening of the bathroom door makes him jump with horror, wet hand covering his heart as he slumps over the sink, relived that it was only you.

“Baby im done with work,” you smile, opening your arms wide, in indication that you wanted to cuddle with your boyfriend.

He can’t help but smile back, a slight blush forming on his cheeks as he gives in to your warm embrace, head resting in the crook of your neck.

“Can we lay down?” Jisung speaks up for the first time today, following you as you flop down onto your shared bed without a word, waiting for Jisung to follow.

You looked so pretty laying there, eyes staring up at him innocently.

Stop being a pervert, he thinks to himself, flopping down beside you before wrapping his arms around your body

A hand runs through his hair as he breathes softly against your skin, the silence nearly deafening between the two of you.

“Jisung,” finally, you break the silence, “I know you were jerking off in here a couple minutes ago.”

You speak as if it’s not the most embarrassing thing in the world. Jisung’s eyes grow wide, mouth parting to speak but unable to as his face goes red. “How… how’d you…”

Shushing him with a finger, you cut him off. “Well you're pretty loud," you giggle, "Jisung what were you thinking about when you were jerking off? Me?” You straddle him in an instant, his hands grasping your hips with a whine.

Were you really going to make him admit to it? This was the most embarrassing moment of Jisung’s life.

Pushing your hips forward, Jisung moans out as you grind against him, “Answer me Jisung. Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“I-It was you…” Pink cheeks nearly go red as he admits it out loud, not able to look at you as he speaks.

You giggle, slightly shifting your hips against him again, “Naughty baby,” Jisung hums in agreement, nearly slipping into sub space before he even realizes it. “Now tell me what exactly was going on inside that head of yours.”

At this, he snaps out of his daze, eyes that once avoided you now looking straight back into yours. “Can I…” just say it Jisung, he thinks to himself, taking a deep breath before spluttering out a barely audible “Can I show you?”

He prays you don’t ask him to repeat himself, eyes closing in shame.

“Alright. Show me then.”

Not a thought goes through your mind as Jisung quickly flips the two of you over, his slender body now hovering over you. You admit, seeing Jisung on top of you was hot as fuck.

“I’m gonna show you now… is that okay?”

Even in times like this, Jisung still managed to be a complete cutie. “Of course baby, go ahead.”

Carefully, he kisses along your collarbones, hands pushing up the hem of your shirt up to your chest, exposing your bra.

“Take this off for me,” he mumbles, clearly talking about your bra. Already, Jisung was showing a different side of himself. He never asked you to take off your own clothes, doing it for you without you even having to ask.

He stops, head snapping up from where he was marking your collarbones to stare into your eyes. “I said to take it off, didn’t I?” His gaze is lustful and dark, an unreadable expression etched onto his face.

He never talks to you like this.

Raising an eyebrow, you sit up slightly, unclasping your bra as your breasts fall free in from of your boyfriend, his mouth immediately latching onto one of your nipples.

A surprised moan leaves your lips as he swirls his tongue around your sensitive bud, one of his hands dipping into the waistband of your shorts, rubbing along your panties.

“Shit,” you breathe out, gasping when he plays with your clit through the fabric. “Jisung…”

“Shhh… don’t talk. Good girls stay quiet.” His pupils were incredibly blown, cock rock hard in between his legs once again as he imagines the things that are about to take place.

He can tell you’re surprised, body still not fully comfortable with the idea of being a bottom. “Relax, I’ll treat you like a princess.”

He never calls you princess.

Your mouth opens to speak, but immediately shuts as one of his slender fingers forces it’s way inside of you, an embarrassing mix of a squeal and a moan slipping out. Jisung chuckles against your chest as you moan for him, inserting a second finger into the mix.

What’s gotten into him?

“I’m tired of holding back… I’ve wanted you like this for so long,” he admits, fucking his fingers into you faster as he stares directly into your half lidded eyes. “God the thought of having you like this turns me on so much, I couldn’t hold back any longer…” he rambles, seeming to get off on the sound of your moans.

“I’m close, please keep going,” Jisung pries your thighs open with his free hand as they start to tremble due to your impending orgasm.

Finally, your eyes shut tight with pleasure, brows furrowing as you tuck your lip between your teeth. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop-“ you repeat the words like a mantra until you hit your climax, back arching off the bed and legs threatening to close around your boyfriends hand.

“So good for me, I love seeing you under me like this.” Without giving you time to breathe, Jisung is quickly moving away from your breasts and down to your now sensitive pussy, quickly rolling your shorts off of your body to kitten lick your entrance, burying his face in your cunt as he slurps up all your cum.

Uncontrollable sounds spill from your mouth, motivating Jisung to continue his ministrations, only stopping when you harshly push his head away, a tired moan making its way out of you.

“Can I fuck you now? Please?” Doe eyes stare at you from in between your legs, your boyfriends hair slightly ruffled and out of place.

How could you ever say no?

A quick yes is all he needs to hear before disregarding his shirt and pants, including his boxers. Jisung is completely naked in front of you, he does a once over of your naked body below him, brain now realizing he’s never actually fucked you for real before.

It’s almost as if you can read his mind, your boyfriend slightly relaxing as you lace your fingers with his, holding his hand to comfort him.

“Don’t think too much baby, just put it in and I’ll help you from there.” Your voice is music to his ears, instantly sweeping away all his concerns. Following your instructions, he slowly pushes himself inside of you, groaning in unison with you.

“So good already,” you moan out, “Now just move your hips, I know you can do it.” You egg him on, Jisung’s jaw almost going slack as you fully take him in. He would never get used to how warm and wet you were, a low moan filling the air as he pulls back only to thrust back in, his moans picking up in frequency as he went on.

The pace was deep and slow, his cock hitting just the right place inside of you to make you go crazy. “Faster, faster right there-“ the sound of you urging him is what kept him motivated to make you cum.

He knew he wasn’t the best, but as long as he could make you cum on his cock, he would be happy tonight.

Jisung’s hips pick up pace, the sounds of skin slapping against each other now flowing through the air. You felt euphoric wrapped around him, Jisung nearly cumming just from a few quick thrusts.

The two of you moan in unison, the sounds only getting louder as you both near your orgasm. “You’re fucking me so good, just like that, right there-“ your sentence ends with a yelp as Jisung fucks you even harder, dick hitting your gspot over and over with each thrust.

“I’m gonna cum,” Jisung’s husky moans ring out as he releases inside of you, moans growing louder as you release with him, your pussy clenching around him impossibly tight.

Finally, he stills his hips, fast pants making his chest heave up and down as he collapses against you, face buried in your chest.

“Jisung… baby,” you breathe out, running your fingers through your boyfriends hair softly. “You did so good for your first time fucking me like that.”

He smiles against your chest, humming to acknowledge your statement. Sleep was already taking over his body, eyes struggling to stay open as you comb your fingers through his hair.

“Ji… pull out we need to get cleaned up.”

“Don’ wanna,” he groans, wrapping his arms around you to trap you in. “Hold me.”

“You’re so gross,” you smile, earning a small chuckle from the half-asleep man on top of you.

“Shhh no more talking,”

That’s the last thing you hear before falling asleep in his arms, your boyfriend whispering a sweet “I love you” before letting sleep take over his body as well.

[gtgbabie0]

Candlelit kisses

{When your apartment complex loses power you and Spencer have a sleepover leading you to both share your first kiss}

It’s a long one. Hope you enjoy lovelies!! 💕

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The last thing you were expecting today was a power cut this late into the night, and perhaps that’s why you let out a little yelp with a jump when Spencer knocks at your door causing you to almost drop the small tealight that you were lighting.

“Hey, is your power out too?” You ask, and he nods with a slightly frustrated sigh, his eyebrows knit together as he tries not to drop the papers and books he’s holding against his chest.

You and Spencer have been neighbours for a while now and somewhere along the line, you two got closer. He would come over almost every Friday, sometimes he even stayed over, well more like he would accidentally fall asleep and you never had the heart to wake him up.

“I can’t work like this” he complains walking into your apartment as he drops his work onto your kitchen table. You can practically feel the stress radiating from him as he rolls his shoulders, it was strange seeing him so tensed up.

You walk over to him with a flashlight, “Well hello to you too Spencer, oh yeah no, my day has been good” you sarcastically ramble, and he lets out a dry chuckle looking over at you as you sit down next to him.

“Sorry, I just— it’s a big inconvenience” he sighs once again as he rakes his fingers through his hair. Your hand rests on his shoulder as you give him a gentle look, soothing his arm.

You flick the flashlight on illuminating the table, “Yeah you’re telling me— but hey, I could be your very own personal lamp” you say trying to lighten up the mood, but your attempts are fruitless, and you frown when he shakes his head with a heavy sigh.

In all honesty, Spencer doesn’t want to do any work tonight. He wants to play silly board games with you, only to catch you cheating horribly and watch as you try and defend yourself through a fit of giggles. He wants, more than anything, to just hold you and go to sleep.

“Sorry, I just barged in here complaining- I’ll- I'll leave” he panics slightly. Your relationship is still new, everything felt so thrilling and Spencer is terrified of messing up somehow because he's so insanely in love with you. He doesn’t want to lose this feeling or you, ever.

“Spencer what?— don’t be silly, I don’t mind you staying here you know that” You try to stop him from gathering up his stuff but he’s stubborn as he makes his way towards your door, completely ignoring you.

He stops when you tug on his elbow, “Don’t leave, please” you mumble deciding to swallow your pride, “It’s really dark in here and I don’t want to be alone” you whisper, feeling a little childish but it was true nonetheless.

Your apartment was completely engulfed in darkness, the only thing lighting it was the small tealights that you scattered around, and the cool light of the moon, that splayed across the room. But yet even that made it seem scarier, something out of a horror movie.

Spencer thinks he might melt by how sweet you sound, you wanted him to stay and the thought of you needing him makes him feel all floaty inside.

“Okay, yeah I’ll stay,” he says, smiling softly as he watches your face light up with excitement. He wasn’t too much of a fan of the dark either, the mystery of what might linger within the shadows always seemed much too daunting. Something he couldn’t shake even as he got older.

You clasp your hands together with a smile, “Oh!- I have something actually” his eyebrows furrow with slight confusion as he watches you disappear into your bedroom, but not before your turn around, “I’ll be one second” you inform him, he responds with a quiet, ‘okay?’ Still confused by what’s going on in that wonderful mind of yours.

He sets his work back down on your kitchen table, deciding that it’ll just have to wait until tomorrow. You soon return with a globe-shaped night light in hand, “Spencer Reid, be prepared to be amazed” you smile, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little excited watching you click the batteries into the light.

You set it down on the coffee table before pressing the small button, a hopeful gleam in your eyes, silently praying that it will still work. And it does, the light shines in different colours projecting stars and moons onto the walls and ceiling. Spencer looks around the room, turning around as he does, admiring the way the room is suddenly lit up with warm colours.

“There was a study that found red to be the best colour to fall asleep to as it increases the production of melatonin,” he says, eyes still focused on the stars and moons that litter across the room in an orangey hue. He looks over to you and he goes to ramble off about night lights and their pros and cons but he finds himself completely taken back.

Spencer can practically feel the words leave his mind, and all his thoughts are replaced with you, how pretty you look underneath the warm light. He notices how your soft skin glows and the way your eyes seem to glisten, he doesn’t think there’s anyone in the world who compares to your beauty, in fact, he knows there isn’t. You’re so radiant, and he hopes that the smile your wearing is because of him.

You go bashful once you realise what’s happening, he’s looking at you as if you were a piece of art, sculpted by the gods. And he has those love-filled eyes, the same look he had when he finally asked you out on a date.

“You- you’re beautiful,” he tells you as if it was an undeniable fact, his voice so quiet that you almost miss it. Your smile breaks wider with his gentle words.

You can’t help but giggle, you felt so giddy inside. A feeling you haven’t felt in such a long time and it warms you. “Thank you Spence” you smile.

He feels almost prideful at your reaction, a feeling that settles in his chest blooming through to his heart and it takes his breath away, although you always have that effect on him no matter what you do.

There’s a beat of silence. “So, what about a game of Uno?” You suggest sitting down on the carpet as you reach for the box, patting the floor as an invitation for him to sit, “Loser pays for dinner” You wiggle your eyebrows and he chuckles joining you on the floor.

There is no winning when it comes to Spencer and board games, especially when it’s Uno. In all honesty, you regret going through the rules so intently with him. It’s impossible to win for a multitude of reasons. One because he’s so incredibly smart, and two because he’s a profiler, he can tell when you’re bluffing from a mile away.

So you’ve resorted to hiding cards underneath your thigh, and it worked for a solid minute, then he gives you a look as if to say ‘I know what you’re doing’ and the chuckle that unceremoniously leaves you doesn’t exactly help defend you.

“You’re totally cheating!” He claims, noticing how you’re three cards less than before. You gasp, a hand against your chest as you look at him with shock.

“Cheating? I wouldn’t” you exaggerate your offence, leaning forward to try and take a peak at his remaining cards, but he’s fast to hold them against his chest.

You take the cards from his hands, dodging his hands as he tries to grab them from you. “I would’ve won anyway, and you know it, that’s why hid those cards under your thigh- you know you probably would’ve won if you played your cards correctly, but you’re-” he blabs on, not even noticing how close you are to him. It’s not until your lips are against his that he completely falls silent, taken back by the sudden closeness.

You shock yourself a little too, it was almost as if you had no control it just happened. You push away from him, consumed by a sudden surge of panic.

“I’m so sorry Spencer- I” he grabs your hands before you lose yourself to your own worry, and beneath the dim lights you can see the slightest red dust against his cheeks.

“No!- it’s okay, I- I erm, I liked it actually” he tells you with an almost hopeful smile that you’ll do it again.

You smile back at him and this time you decide to simply ask, “Can I kiss you again? Properly this time” You study his face for any signs of discomfort, and there is none. He nods whispering a bashful, ‘Of course, you can'

And without missing a beat his hands rest on either side of your face and he meets you halfway, his supple lips against yours, a movement that seems to come so naturally to the pair of you. It’s sweet and gentle, and there’s the slightest taste of peppermint and something else, him.

Spencer thinks his heart might just jump out of his chest it’s beating so hard and he swears you hear it too or worse his thoughts. He can’t believe that this is happening, with you.

You tilt your head to urge him closer, your tongue against his and he loses himself. His hold changes as if he’s scared to let you go, that you might not be real, that all of this is just pretend. He kisses you with urgency as if you might just disappear.

You pull back to rest your forehead against his, “Spencer, I’m not going anywhere- you can slow down” you tell him, your tone so gentle as you take his hands guiding them away from your face to rest on your lap.

He nods against you, “I'm sorry- it just, feels too good to be true I guess” he admits, noticing the way you squeeze his hand, your thumb grazing against the curves of his knuckles.

“You don’t have to apologise- just know I’m not going anywhere, I’m staying right here with you” you whisper, brushing his hair behind his ear as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose, then another to his cheek then to the corner of his mouth and so on.

You pepper kisses against his face until he’s laughing, trying to push you away and the sound makes your heart clench with love, it’s something you’ll never grow tired of hearing.

“You're still paying for dinner by the way,” he says lips grazing against yours. And just when you’re about to kiss him, in an attempt to persuade him otherwise, the lights turn on and it’s then you can really see him, in much better lighting. Rosy cheeks and glossy love-sick eyes, and you think you fall for him ten times harder.

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[mollysolo]

I’m Here, Right Here

Pairing: Steve Harrington X gn!Reader

Summary: Steve comforts you after a rough day.

Warnings: Mentions of the reader crying, being upset + tired + overworked, one curse word

Word Count: 1.3k

a/n: i hope y’all like this ! also, feel free to send any requests you have for steve (or anyone i else i write for) to my inbox !

the gif below does not belong to me

The very second you got home that evening, you went straight into the bedroom in you and Steve’s apartment and laid down. And once your head hit your pillow, you finally felt safe enough to let the tears that you had been holding back for the past thirty minutes fall.

In this moment, you were kind of glad that Steve wasn’t here to see you cry. And while you knew that it wasn’t a bad thing to cry, it was still something you’d rather do alone.

This week had been the absolute worst. Mostly because your boss had put even more work onto your already heavy workload. According to him, a bunch of people had recently quit and until replacements were hired, you would have to do their work.

You were only five days into this new workload and you were already extremely exhausted. And today was the breaking point, your boss had told you that you would have to present at a convention next week, alone.

You hadn’t told Steve about this new workload at all because you knew how much he worried about you and this was something you wanted to deal with on your own. Besides, you had kind of hoped that if you did all this work, that maybe you’d be promoted.

But you knew Steve would find out eventually, he was supposed to be home from work in just twenty minutes after all.

And the longer you cried, the more you wanted Steve to come home. You wanted him to comfort you, take care of you, make you feel like everything was going to be alright. Like he always did when you were feeling shitty.

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Just thirty minutes or so after you had initially started crying, you heard Steve open the front door. You tried to silence or at least muffle your cries by placing one of your hands over your mouth and nose, but it was no use. So you let your hand drop down to the bed, a deep frown appearing on your face as Steve started to walk further into your apartment.

He was about to call out for you when he heard the sound of your cries coming from the bedroom, prompting him to quickly set his things down and go to you. He felt panicked as he made his way to where you were. He wondered what happened and who or what caused your tears.

The second he entered the bedroom and his eyes met your sad face, his heart broke. He hated seeing you this way, it tore him up inside. But you never needed to know that.

“Oh, baby.” he quietly said as he walked over to your side of the bed and his knees crashed into the plush carpet below him.

He began to softly hold your face in one his hands while he leaned over and kissed some of your tears away, making a subtle smile appear on your face. You already felt a little better now that Steve was home.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you while he stroked your wet cheek with his thumb, pure worry in his eyes and in his voice.

You slowly sat up and he let his hand fall from your face, opting to hold one of your hands instead. You knew you had to tell Steve what was happening, you couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.

You took a deep breath then started to speak, “I didn’t want you to worry, so I’ve been keeping this to myself. But there’s something I need to tell you.” you said, your eyes hesitantly looking over to meet his.

“What is it, (y/n)?” he asked while he slowly stood up, now feeling the urgent need to hold you.

You took the time Steve was using to pick you up so that he could hold you in your bed to muster up the courage to tell him everything.

“Some of my co-workers recently quit and my boss is making me take on their work loads until he hires replacements. This has been going on for five days now and I’m just so tired, Steve.” you told him, pressing your forehead into his shoulder towards the end of your explanation.

While Steve listened to what you had to say, he held you tighter in his arms, wanting you to feel safe, comforted and comfortable.

“Do you want me to talk to your boss? He shouldn’t be doing this to you. It’s not fair.” Steve sternly said, his eyebrows a little furrowed.

“No, you don’t need to talk to talk to him, Stevie. And I know it’s unfair but there’s some part of me that hopes that he’ll promote me for doing all of this extra work.” you replied as you removed your head from his shoulder, making him aware of more of your feelings.

Steve nodded, he understood what you meant. He understood what it was like to pretend you’re fine with overworking yourself in hopes of your boss appreciating you more. And like you had done for him, he was going to help you get through this.

He gently cupped your face in his hands then kissed the rest of your tears away, not stopping until he reached your lips. He then looked directly into your eyes, an idea on his mind.

“What if we use the next 5 days as a staycation?” he suggested while he raised one of his eyebrows.

Your face contorted with worry right away, “But what if my boss fires me? I don’t want to loose my job and I don’t want you to loose yours either.” you answered, your eyebrows now furrowing, making you look sadder.

He softly shushed you as he brought you closer to him and laid down, your head now resting on his warm chest, “Don’t worry about it, honey. I’ll take care of everything. You need to rest, let me take care of you.” he said while he began to gently trace circles into your back.

You let out a shaky deep breath at the sound of that, you knew Steve was right, “Okay.” you softly replied, not having any energy left to fight him on this.

By this point your tears had stopped and you now felt a lot better, like Steve had lifted a weight off of your shoulders. You could finally let yourself relax for the first time this entire week.

You both were extremely glad that you were able to be there for each other whenever you needed one another.

“I’ll be here for you every step of the way, alright?” he whispered against your temple before pressing a kiss there, making you smile.

“I know, Stevie. Thank you.” you said, thinking of the time you had made that promise to Steve when he was overworking himself almost nine months ago.

And while the two of you continued to cuddle, Steve thought of a plan for the rest of the evening, “I have another plan.” he told you, causing you to perk up.

“Oh, you do?” you jokingly teased, one of your eyebrows raised like his had been not too long ago.

He laughed at your actions, happy to see your personality peaking out again, “Yes, actually.” he said, speaking with a sarcastic tone and a bright smile on his face, “I was thinking we could maybe take a nap together then order some takeout for dinner. How does that sound?” he suggested to you, his smile a bit fainter now but still there.

“That sounds perfect.” you say in response, happily snuggling back into Steve while you spoke.

He let out a quiet chuckle through his nose and held you tightly in his arms once more, “I’m here, right here for you and I always will be, I promise.” he quietly said, making your cheeks heat up at the feeling of his lips moving against your skin.

“And I’ll always be here for you, Stevie.” you told him in response as he smiled once again, not wanting him to feel like this support was one sided.

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Can I make a request of being a secret cuddle bear and would instantly run to Wanda everytime she comes after a tiring mission? Fluff please! 🩷

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Hey, anon I hope this is what you wanted and that you and everyone else enjoy it as well. and remember clinginess is adorable and I love all my snuggle bugs!! Feedback is more than welcomed. New writer

(P.s Im dyslexic i'm trying my best)

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: I really don't think there are any maybe missing someone and clingy reader? It’s just really fluffy!!

Summary: Wanda gets home from a tiring mission to a very snuggly reader who missed her.

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Wanda’s Pov

I had just gotten home from a tiring mission that involved a lot of heavy lifting. Everything went fine but I had to pick up a lot of heavy things with my fingers and I know It may seem like nothing but not only does that take a lot out of me physically but mentally as well. All I wanted was to cuddle up with you. I had some making up to do after how early I left you this morning for said mission.

When I walked through the door of our apartment. I saw you lying on the sofa in the living room wearing my favorite burgundy hoodie with white and gray stripes on the sleeves. You also happened to have on my favorite gray sweatpants to match. You loved wearing my clothes, you said it made you feel closer to me which I thought was so utterly precious.

As I approached you I saw our pet cat (Someone should name the cat) jump off your lap to come and greet me. “Hi sweet girl, did you watch over your mama hmm,” I said bending down to pet the fluffy cat that by the looks of it had been given just one too many treats. I heard TV playing so I looked up to see that you were watching my favorite sitcom “The dick van dyke show.” Before we started dating you had no interest in sitcoms and said that they were too “cheesy” but with a lot of convincing, I got you to watch one episode with me and from then on you've been hooked. I might even go as far as to say you liked them more than me. When I walked closer towards you I saw you had dried tears running down your face.

My heart broke at the sight. You had always taken it hard when I had to leave you alone for anything. Whether that be a mission or just to go to the bathroom you hated when I left you by yourself; If you could be with me then you were and to be honest I had no problem with that. Deciding that I was no longer going to make you go through the torture of my skin not being on yours. I reach down and place a hand on your cheek with a soft kiss on your forehead. “Detka…detka love wake up im home.”

That was enough to wake you up. You were never a deep sleeper unless I was sleeping with you, you could sleep almost anything then. It was something about me being close to you that made you feel safe you once said that time I asked. You opened your eyes, squinting a little to adjust to the light.

As soon as you noticed that it was me, you immediately jumped up from your place on the sofa and wrapped your arms around my neck and legs around my waist. “You're home, I missed you!” You exclaimed a smile taking over your face, erasing any evidence of the tears that once took that smile's place. “Yes I am home and I missed you, more sweet girl,” I said while placing my arms under your thighs making sure you wouldn’t fall as I made my way over to sit in the chair that was in the corner by the TV. “How was the mission? Are you hurt or anything?” You asked while checking me over. “No no I'm fine don’t worry love, the mission went well. I'm tired but okay I promise.” I say holding out my pinky finger knowing that pinky promising would be the only way to ease your anxiety.

“What about you hm? How are you, what'd you do while I was gone?” I asked you to bring your head to my chest. “I didn’t do much. Just watched TV, took a nap, and waited for you.” You said looking up at me with your y/e/c eyes through your lashes. “Mm that sounds peaceful, how about we continue that minus the waiting for me of course after lunch? Have you eaten yet?” “No, I haven’t, I was trying to wait for you.” You reply. “Okay let's go have some lunch and then we’ll continue your amazing peaceful day. How does that sound?” I asked, looking down at you in my lap. You nodded up at me. “Sounds good.”

With that, I stand up off the chair with you still in my arms kola style not even thinking about having you let go knowing that would just upset you. It was a task making us lunch with you in my arms but not impossible. We make our way to the dining room table with you holding one plate and me holding the other.

I set you down in your usual seat that is straight across from mine. I picked up my fork ready to dig into the Caesar salads I prepared for lunch when I noticed you were pouting and not even attempting to start eating. “What’s wrong with love?” I asked you with patience in my voice. You look up with the face you do anytime you want something. “Can I sit in your lap and eat please?” I look at you with nothing but love on my face. “Of course, you can love to get over here,” I say while pushing my chair back to make room for you. You clamber in my lap already with your frown turned right side up making it into a smile digging into your lunch. When we finish lunch I get you off my lap so I can put our dishes in the sink to be washed later. I then grab your hand so that we can head upstairs to finish the rest of our day with cuddles.

When we get to our room I head off into the closet so that I can change into something more comfortable. While taking off my shirt, I feel you come up behind me and wrap your arms around my waist. “What are you doing lovely?” I ask, sounding muffled because of the shirt covering my face. “Um, I have an idea.” I hear you sound nervous. “Oh yeah and what’s that?” I ask while taking my shirt off completely. “Do you think we could cuddle naked? I just really wanna feel your skin on mine.” I look down at you and say. “I would love to cuddle naked with you.” We both walk over to the bed while taking off our clothes on the way. When we reach the bed we get under the covers. I bring you into my chest and within minutes you're asleep. I gently kiss your forehead “You will forever be my snuggle bug.” I say then drift off to sleep myself without a thought or worry.

[mxthtea]

I Am Not Your Enemy

grim x masc reader (reader does not have a specified gender, but is stated to not identify as a woman) warnings: (reader) breakdowns, online grooming (done to the reader), reader refers to themself as a slut and a whore once each, heavily self-indulgent and based on my own experiences, hand holding and hugging, use of grim's real name, mentioned self-harm, grammar + spelling mistakes, please tell me if i forgot any word count: 3107

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You feel… itchy. Very itchy.

Not an itch that made any sense. A spontaneous itch that covers your entire body. But your skin isn't dry either. It makes you want to tear into it and rip out your tendons. To scratch until you're red and bleeding onto your flooring and chair.

Maybe it has to do with the anxiety pooling into your chest. the heavy weight that lays there, making your heart pound to try and escape. The quickened breaths of your suffocating lungs.

The bright screen of your laptop glares you down. The old messages you had sent to Casper glaring even harder.

The words making out more… suggestive messages. In-depth words about how you'd touch him, how you'd feel him. What your skin contact would be like. To think that it was just about holding his hand. To think that you sent those, even though it has been a while since you sent them.

Messages that you swear you've seen before. Years prior and on a social app you shouldn't've been on. After all, your parents wanted to protect you from online predators. But, they still got to you. It's not like you were exactly protecting yourself.

Suggestive messages filled with what they'd to you. How they'd touch your skin and they'd feel. How they'd undress, how they-

"Sunshine?" a voice cuts off your thoughts.

Your head snaps to the doorway to your apartment. There stands your boyfriend, Casper, donning his usual attire. Not that you can make it out well, your face is blurry from tears, after all.

When did you start crying?

Your body tells you to run. To run from Casper and to get out of there. Telling you that he's just like them. You're just a body, you aren't a person to him. No doubt he talks about you behind your back. He views you as some slut, some whore. Somebody that he'll use then discard. Who knows who else he's done that to.

He'll fuck you- or you'll fuck him- then he'll leave you right after. He'll get what he wanted then leave. Maybe he'll take your soul while he's at it! After all, he's a grim reaper! It's insane to think he doesn't want it!

It doesn't matter if this goes against everything you know about Casper. You're right, you have to be. You've been through this already.

Something cold presses against your hot cheeks and you slap away whatever's touching you. Your world blurs for a moment, a thud then a sharp pain that shoots up from your bottom.

Casper's above you. His face is too blurry from your tears to make out. Gods he's above you, he's gonna make you-

"Sunshine, look at me," Casper calls out to you. when you look at him, he's on his knees in front of you. his hands held in the air as if telling you he won't touch you again.

Your shaking hands reach up to wipe the tears that drip from your eyes. You can barely make anything out into detailed shapes. Your boyfriend is just a blur of some colors. His red eyes still stand out among the grey and whites.

"Get away from me," you choke out, "don't touch me."

The red blurs of his eyes get bigger. You assume he had widened them, but you still make it out fully. There's a distant sound of Casper's shoes shuffling against your wooden flooring. Your eyes begin to clear up from the tears. They fall down your cheeks, but you simply wipe them. You don't want to look even more vulnerable.

You look up to Casper, staring into his red eyes. He seems worried.

A part of you thinks it's fake.

A part of you knows that this is fake.

His look of worry is just one to hide his own feelings. He's pretending he's being worried so he can get you to lower your guard. Then he'll use your body. With sweet words, he'll whisper that fills you with too much guilt to say no. You'll want to die after, then he'll leave you.

Only to come back again and repeat the damned cycle.

You want to run, but you feel cornered. He's kneeling in front of you, keeping you from running away. He's gonna hold you down. He'll-

"Sunshine," Casper's voice makes it sound like he's pleading with you, "please tell me what's wrong."

His eyes meet yours. Casper takes a step back to give you space.

Will he jump on you when you try to run?

"Don't touch me," you demand.

Casper raises his gloved hands once again, he takes another step back from you, "I won't touch you. What's wrong?"

You look at him with inquisitive eyes. Why's he acting like this? He wants to touch you, does he not? Maybe he's just pretending to care about how you feel.

You see Casper's concerned expression twist into one of surprise. He looks down at you, eyes widened by a fraction, dark eyebrows raised up.

He opens his mouth to speak, "Sunshine, why do you look like that? Did I say something wrong?"

Your gaze hardens. Why is he playing dumb? He knows what he wants. He knows that he wants you. Why?

He must be trying to put you in a false sense of security. Then it's easier for him to undress you. For him to mutter in your ear how much you want him.

"You want to touch me don't you?" you look at him, incredulously, "so do it."

"You don't want me to."

"Why do you care?"

You see that Casper visibly flinches back. His expression changes several times in a matter of seconds. From shock, to anger, to a form of despair, to worry.

"I'm not going to touch you."

"But don't you?"

"Do you want me to?"

A shiver wracks through your body. You feel your blood rush and your heart beats rapidly in your chest. You feel as if it's going to burst out any second. The question rings in your ears. He's trying to tempt you, isn't he?

"Do you want me to?"

When you say no, he'll have an ugly face. One that'll haunt you. One that asks- demands permission. Permission given that completely strips you of consenting to it. Then he'll smile. He'll say you're a good girl despite you not being one. He'll hush your protests with his lips.

It doesn't matter if you say no. You might as well just be saying yes. You just need to be convinced.

The words are a lump in your throat. Those three letters, singular syllable, refuse to come out. Just say yes goddammit it saves you the fucking trouble!

"No," your voice shakes as you speak. You feel pathetic.

"Alright," Casper nods to you, "I won't."

"Why not?"

It seems like a stupid question. But, you have to ask. Why doesn't he want to?

"You don't want me to, right? I won't touch you until you say so."

There's silence in the room. You know Casper wants to speak. He opens his mouth just to close it a few times.

"I'll be back," is all he says before leaving from your apartment window. When did he even open it?

Your legs shake as you stand. Luckily, due to your small apartment, your bed is only a stumble away. As you let yourself fall onto your mattress, your mind begins to wander… to Casper.

He didn't want to touch you. Not because he didn't desire you, it's because you didn't want him to. Something that other people would scoff at and say is the bare minimum. But, it's something you aren't used to. Well, you had barely said no to anyone's demands. Always eager to please.

Despite the pain and trauma it had caused. Those same memories and emotions still haunt you years later.

You don't know when you fell asleep. All you remember is thinking of Casper and what you had experienced. Then, you woke up. With the blue sky changing to an orange.

Casper still isn't back either. It's just you, your plant, and your pet.

You take hold of your pet, gently. Holding them in your lap and gently stroking them. It's nice, creating a small bubble of pleasant feelings in your chest. It's easy.

A few minutes seem to pass. You're still in a bit of a daze from earlier events. You must've been asleep for at least an hour.

There's a distant noise that you can't really hear. Your pet looks up, you follow their gaze. A figure crawls into your room from your window. The familiar dark jacket and white hair stand out to you.

"Casper…?" you drawl. His eyes meet yours. His expression is one of concern. Why?

"I said I'd be back, didn't I?" he gives a smile to you, "I bought some food."

He places an emphasis on saying he bought it. It makes you think that he might've stolen the food. Those hesitant thoughts are cut short as Casper places the bag down in front of you.

It's some fast food place. WcBonalds, as you recall. You had eaten there a while ago, during another one of these episodes.

Casper sits at your desk chair. He stares at your hands, waiting for you to move. You notice how poor his posture is. His slumped back against the leather back of it. You wonder if a reaper like him faces back pain like a human like you.

Removing the food he had brought, you just stare at it for a moment.

"Are you… eating it with your eyes?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't…" feel hungry is what you want to say. Though you doubt Casper will take that as an answer.

Despite not eating the entire day and having a breakdown, you didn't want to eat. The thought of it makes you feel queasy. Having the flavors invade your tongue. The texture lingering in your mouth. Choking on the food as it slides down your throat.

Thinking about eating makes you tired, not hungry.

Casper's eyes still linger on you. His eyebrows pinch together in a face of worry. At least, it could be worry. You feel like he's probably frustrated, too.

This isn't the first time he has to encourage you to eat.

"Can you at least drink a little, Sunshine?" Casper relents. He carries a sad look on his face.

You look at the drink Casper brought. A simple, standard cup of iced water from WcBonalds. Perhaps he didn't want you to choke on their famously aggressive soft drinks. It won't hurt to drink. Water is nice to drink, you're thirsty as well. It's easier to do than eat something as well.

You give a nod to Casper. His lips quirk up into a relieved smile as you take a sip of it.

"Slowly," Casper's voice is gentle as he speaks. You follow his words and take small, slow sips.

"I thought a grim reaper wouldn't know how to take care of someone," you move your lips from the straw and put it down. The food still stares up at you, waiting for you to eat it.

You sigh. Taking a fry and eating it. The expected salty taste invades your senses. It makes you feel sick, but you also realize how hungry you are.

"I'm good at taking care of you," Casper corrects you, "every other human I either fight or take their soul."

You give a nod to him, continuing to eat.

Now that Casper is with you and you aren't breaking down in front of him, you can ask him a question. The question that had been bothering you since he had left.

Why?

"Casper," you start. He looks to you, red eyes meeting yours, "why didn't you touch me?"

His expression is one of bewilderment, as if your words cut into him. He opens his mouth just to close it. You think Casper looks more like a fish than a grim reaper right now.

"You told me you didn't want me to," Casper sounds offended as he speaks.

"And you listened, why?" you eat a fry after the words fall from your lips. The salty taste lingers on your tongue.

"Why wouldn't I listen to you?"

"Because-"

Oh.

You can't come up with any response. Any reason that he'd go against your words die before they could even leave your mouth.

Casper lets out a sigh. He approaches you, sitting on your bed. His eyes still meeting yours.

"Can I hold your hand?"

The words sit in the air. You look down and stare at your hands.

Unlike a bit ago, you don't ache at the mere thought of being touched. In fact, maybe you want to be. For no other reason than you just crave a bit of contact.

So, you nod. Casper clicks his tongue. He doesn't seem satisfied with that response.

"I want your verbal consent, Sunshine. Not just a nod."

Another gap of silence. It's easier to just nod or shake your head than have to say it out loud.

"Yes," your voice shakes a bit with hesitancy. It's not that you don't want Casper to touch you- it's just hard to say you do.

"Sunshine," Casper's gloved hand brushes over your fingertips. When you don't pull your hand back or give any other sign of not wanting to be touched, Casper takes your hand in his.

His hand is cold, even through the gloves he wears. You know this. You've known this. Ever since Casper had gifted you a bouquet of roses all those weeks ago. You've continued to know it ever since that first week of "meeting" each other.

"Sunshine," Casper repeats, "look at me."

Your eyes meet up to his. Casper looks at you desperately. There's a bit of hurt in his expression. The cocky bastard of a grim reaper you know is replaced with someone filled with worry. You don't think you've ever seen him like this.

His hold on your hand is light, gentle. As if you'd break at the slightest bit of physical pressure. You don't know if that's true or not in your current mental state.

"Sunshine. I am not your enemy," his hold on your hand tightens the slightest bit, "I have never been your enemy. I will not do anything you don't want me to."

"But-"

"No," Casper's voice is firm, unbreakable. He's blunt in his statements, just as he has been before, "there is no but, if, and, or whatever else you mortals say. I am not working against you. Unless you are doing something truly stupid- which you probably will- I don't want to hurt you."

The statement flows through the open air. You can't seem to grasp onto it. The words Casper speaks are foreign to you. Reassurances that he won't use you like you have been before. You're… hesitant to accept such things being said to you.

It's not supposed to be like this.

Casper is supposed to use you, he's supposed to go against what you say, he's supposed to make you uncomfortable. But, he isn't.

In fact, he's doing the opposite.

He's helping you, he's doing what you want. He's touching you when you say he can.

Something warm drips down your cheek. You reach up and try to wipe away your tears. Emotions overflow and reveal themselves in the small space of your apartment. With only two other living beings to witness it and some food you've half forgotten about.

"Sunshine," your nickname falls from Casper's tongue. He says it so much these days. As if he's just stating the weather.

You look back up to Casper. His other hand hovers just before your face. The sheer frigid temperature he has goes against your heated body.

"May I?"

This time, you know he means that he's asking for your consent. Casper won't do anything without you saying so. If you say no, he backs off.

"Yes…" the words are sniffled out.

Casper's gloved hand wipes away your tears. The one still holding your hand squeezes it reassuringly.

Casper is different.

You can trust him.

"I love you, Sunshine," the words are whispered to you. Sweet, loving words falling from the lips of your boyfriend.

It makes you want to break down.

A weight feels as if it's been lifted off of your shoulders. Casper's reassurances and actions go against what you had expected from him just hours ago.

More tears fall from your eyes. The air is filled with your stifled sobs and sniffles. The overwhelming emotions crash down onto you in rapid succession.

You don't have to go through hell once again. There isn't a need to feel fear from him.

Casper reaches closer to you in an effort of comfort. He asks if he can hold you, comfort you. Another time where he doesn't force his presence upon you. It only makes you want to cry more.

"Y- yes… please," you sob out.

As the final syllable leaves your lips, Casper embraces you. The entirety of him is cold, a direct contrast to your still-hot temperature. Your tears fall onto his shoulder as Casper leads your head to be as close as possible. Despite it, his presence isn't overwhelming. It's comforting.

Your hands find purchase against his jacket, tugging at the fabric in an attempt to ground yourself. You hear Casper whisper words to you. In your fuddled mind it's impossible to hear what he's really saying. The syllables being all mixed together in some gibberish.

"Focus on my voice, Sunshine," is all you can clearly make out from Casper's words.

So, you try to.

It sounds like he's underwater when you try to focus on him at first. Despite that, it helps to hear him speak. Casper's voice brings you down from your overwhelming emotions. The fabric of his jacket and the coldness of his shoulder helps as well.

As the last few sniffles and sobs leave from you, you gently pull yourself back. Casper does nothing to keep you against him. His arms are loose around you as he looks into your eyes, you gaze back into his.

"I love you, Sunshine," he whispers, "I won't do anything you don't want me to."

"I know," a small smile finds it's way to your face, "I love you too, Casper."

You reach forward and hug him again, fitting yourself into Casper's embrace. You hear an exhale of amusement escape from your grim reaper, but no words do.

For now, you're content with just soaking in his presence.

[aphroditesmoon]

Do you have any SFW and NSFW headcanons for dating Tommy?

tommy miller x reader

warnings: pregnancy, nsfw under the cut, pre/post-outbreak mixed.

a/n: ah so real, my underrated baby

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(sfw)

- first off, let me just tell y'all that tommy is 100% the the of man to try and woo you by overdoing 'manly things'.

- like carrying 4 boxes at the same time (he tripped and fell but got back up like a champ🫶), purposely answering his door shirtless and leaning on the doorframe to flex his bod.

- but of course what really made you fall for him was the way he has your coffee order engraved in his memory, how he worries over you and gives you a call when he notices you leaving an event or part early.

- he's just a giant softie at heart.

- he also took it to himself to teach you how to use a gun after seeing how shit ur aim is after the outbreak.

- "It's like a watergun right? you just point and shoot." of course, waterguns aren't as heavy as guns and rifles, which you soon learned.

- he absolutely adores it when he's sitting down, reading a book or using his computer and you'll be sitting on his lap, head buried on the crook of his neck, and he can feel your warm steady breath.

- He never tells you this but when he's holding you close while being tense and anxious, he likes to count the breaths you inhale and exhale to help calm himself down.

- is the WORST COOK !!! the best meal you've ever had by him was an air-fried chicken nuggets.

- Is however very generous in buying you snacks.

- they type of guy to buy you 20 boxes of Oreos after you tell him it's taste nice once.

- very overprotective after the outbreak, even after safely moving into Jackson.

- he tries not to be overbearing about it though, like he'll just talk to you through the walkie talkies while you're on patrol, keeps your shifts hours in a notepad to remember when you finish work, asking to be paired up with you for patrol, etc.

- when you both found out that you were pregnant however...

- no patrols at all, he's carrying you wherever you need to go, and god forbids he had to be away from you for more than 15 minutes.

- will talk to your belly, but instead of being all sweet and lovey about it, he'll just start cracking the worst dad jokes in existence and starts laughing at his own jokes, shoving his face onto your belly while cackling his ass off.

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(nsfw)

- the things I want to do to this man

- he loves it when you're pulling his hair, it's a big indicator that he's doing a good job tbh.

- like you could be pulling his roots out of his head and he'll just start pulling your legs wider apart, thrusting his cock harder.

- as much as he loves it when you're scratching and grabbing him, his favourite position is when you're face down and ass up with your hands tied at your back.

- it turns him on so much to see you a begging mess in front of him completely a his mercy while he's fucking you from behind.

- secretly wants to try anal but would never bring it up and says no even when you're the one bringing it up, mostly because he doesn't want to hurt you.

- lactation kink after having a baby bcs idk man, u see the guy? he's definitely a tittysucker. (I'd go into details in a fic or sumn if u want but I'm in a depressive episode rn LMA//OAOAO 😭)

[d4yd4iry]

Thirty To Regain

Parings: Kim Minji x fem!reader

Sypnosis: 10 months of loss, thirty to regain.

Genre: Slight angst

Memories came flooding in of the bitter yet sweet memory of your first love as you reenter your apartment for the first time in 10 months.

Kim Minji was everywhere you looked, in the kitchen, living room, bedroom, everywhere. There wasn’t a single place that stood without her memories.

You felt as if you were going crazy as you heard a ghostly echoes of her laughter.

The place you once called “Home” haven’t been the same since she left. Because she was your home but now that she’s gone, home doesn’t exist.

You turned to your right, facing a bulletin board filled with polaroid pictures of you and Minji.

You took one of the pictures out, it was taken right when she stole your first kiss. You haven’t smiled like that in ages, or even smiled at all.

As you were looking through all of the photos, a sudden phone call rung, startling you in the process. “Hi mom” you immediately relaxed after hearing her voice.

“Hi honey, when are you flying back home?”

“Maybe next week? And how are you mom? Is dad giving you a hard time?”

“I’m managing, but honey, your dad is getting suspicious, but I can hold him on for a little longer. Just make sure to be back before your engagement party.”

You frowned after hearing the two last words, you hated getting reminded of that, after all it’s the reason why things are the way it is.

“Right. Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you.”

“Oh honey, you could never disappoint me. Your happiness is my happiness, I’ll support whatever you decide to do in the end. Just know that mom will always be on your side, I love you.”

“I love you too mom, good bye.” You felt better after the call, your mom have always been your biggest supporter since day one. Can’t say the same for your dad though.

You held your breath as you went into your bedroom, it was still the same as how you left it 10 months ago except for the fact that her stuff was gone.

All was left was a teddy bear, one that she won for you at the carnival that you guys went to, on your first date.

You lifted the toy and traced its fuzzy fur. A teddy bear filled with memories of the times Minji would jokingly call him your son. She gave it a purpose, but now that she’s gone, it’s just an object.

Before you even knew it, tears were threatening to fall as you were clutching the teddy bear to your chest. Fresh air, you needed fresh air.

With a heavy heart, you placed the bear back to its rightful position before you ran out of your apartment.

You went anywhere your feet would take you to, you just wanted to stop reliving your memories.

But walking through the streets of Seoul wasn’t any better, she was everywhere being a member of NewJeans after all.

They were getting bigger and bigger everyday, you have always been their biggest supporter then and even now. Even before you got together with her, you were also extremely close with the girls.

So when Minji went back to the dorms with a broken heart after you had broken up with her, they were all understandingly upset at you.

Especially Hyein who’s your little cousin, she wouldn’t talk to you for days but then found out about your dad’s plan of marrying you off.

You had to beg her not to tell her members but it was too late since she already told Hanni, Dani, Haerin, and luckily not Minji.

That night, your phone was blowing up with concerned messages from the girls. You were always grateful to have them in your life, they treated you like family.

It felt like time was slowing down as your feet carried you through a familiar street which you missed dearly. Soon, you find yourself heading inside of a cafe you once visited regularly.

The smell of roasted beans and baked goods hit your nose immediately after stepping foot inside of the cafe.

You decided that it was a good time for a hot drink. After putting in your regular order, you waited a bit for the worker to finish with it before finding a place to sit.

You sipped your hot chocolate and was about to pull out your phone when you were interrupted by a gasp from behind .

“Yn unnie?” A familiar voice called out. You turned around and was shocked to face Hyein and Haerin who were both as equally shocked.

“Unnie we missed you!” Your cousin immediately went to hug you with Haerin doing the same after the younger girl stepped aside.

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re coming back?” Hyein pouted and slapped your arm playfully, causing you to let out a chuckle.

“Sorry, I don’t plan on staying long anyways. Just for a few days since…well, uh, I’m getting engaged next week.” You explained regretfully, your voice dropping when you spoke about the engagement.

“What? That’s so soon…what about Minji unnie? You still love her don’t you?” Haerin questioned with her curious cat like eyes, you couldn’t help but soften up.

“Of course I do, Rin. I still love her a lot, but it’s complicated.” Truth to be said, all you wanted to do was run back to Minji and beg her to take you back.

“Still, I think Minji unnie deserves to know about it, it’s only fair.” The younger girl insisted gently, earning an agreeing nod from Hyein.

“Haerin unnie is right! Yn unnie, you should tell her, she doesn’t deserve to stay in the dark.”

Both of the girls looked at you pleadingly, they were sick of having to hide such a big secret from Minji, it didn’t feel right.

But you didn’t feel any better, it was eating you alive.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, she’ll only hate me more. Plus, I’ve already broken her heart and to find out that I’m getting married too? I can’t do that to her.” During the time when you were still dating Minji, the biggest thing that you guys had after love was trust.

You both trusted each other so much, never hiding anything from one another. So hiding this from her even if you guys aren’t together, was killing you inside.

The girls stayed quiet for a moment, trying to find the right words to comfort you.

“You’re wrong, she doesn’t hate you. Unnie still have your pictures hung on her wall and stuff and sometimes I would find her just looking at it for 10 minutes straight.” Hyein admitted after seeing the sad expression that laid on her cousin’s face.

“Really?” Your eyes widened up at the information before looking at Haerin to confirm.

She nodded. “Yeah I witnessed it too, more than once actually.”

Hyein placed a hand on your shoulder, looking at you pleading. “I feel like a child of divorced parents. Unnie I really don’t like your future fiancé, she’s so mean.”

You sighed knowing full well that she was right. You’ve known your future wife since you were kids but never liked her. She was snobby, mean, and an entitled brat.

She used to always follow you around and would hit anyone who tried to talk to you, Hyein was one of them. She was only 6 when she got pushed to the ground while trying to play with her older cousin.

It was when the younger girl’s resentment started to grow.

“I know Hye, but I don’t have a choice.”

“Still, you should talk to her. You both really need it.”

You nodded in defeat, you could never reject your baby cousin. “I’ll think abo-“ you didn’t get to finished your sentence as you got interrupted by the notifications from your phone.

A sigh escaped your lips as you read one of the many messages that your dad spammed you with. Totally ruining your once happy mood.

Turning to Haerin and Hyein with a sad smile, you said. “It was wonderful meeting you girls, but I have to take this, sadly.”

You hugged them both for the last time before disappearing out of their sight.

“Who were you two talking to” Minji popped out of nowhere, startling the two girls in the process.

“Uh, we were talking to Y-“ Hyein was stopped by Haerin who stomped on her toes. “No one, we were taking to no one”

“Are you sure?” They nodded in sync, it was suspicious but Minji decided to not dig deeper as it was already late at night.

“Okay then, let’s go back to the car, our manager is waiting.”

The question from your mom left you dazed. Is she worth fighting for? Of course she is.

Kim Minji will always be worth it.

You couldn’t believe that you were actually proceeding with the plan that you and your cousin made.

But there you were, your heart pounding as you were standing alone backstage, waiting for Minji to arrive.

The last time you were this nervous was when you were asking her to be your girlfriend.

Seeing her again after so long would be hard, but you had to fix things or at least try.

Being too clouded with your thoughts, you hadn’t realized that she had already arrived in the room, her eyes opened wide as if she had just saw a ghost.

“Minji, can we talk? Please.” You looked at her pleadingly, facing her was nerve wreaking, she was still the same Kim Minji whom you love more than anything in the world combined.

“What are you doing here?” She spoke in a harsh tone, one that she never used with you.

But then again, you should’ve prepared yourself for this reaction, you were the one broke her heart after all.

You took a deep breath, trying to seem calm but in reality, you were anything but calm. “There’s a lot to explain. I made mistakes and left you in the dark but I can’t hold it in any longer. I know I have no rights to want this from you but I need you to listen.”

Minji’s stare softened a little. You knew deep down she still cares. “What is it?” You could hear the hurt inside her words. “What could you possibly say to fix this?”

“Well, for starters I’m getting engaged next week.“ You started off with the main root of the problem, it was a bad idea but you weren’t thinking at the time.

Minji looked at you and scoffed. “What? Seriously? First, you broke up with me without telling me why, then you disappeared for like 10 months and now you’re back just to say that you found a new lover who you’ll be getting married to?” She glared at you with arms crossed. “You’re ridiculous Yn, actually.”

Your heart was aching but you chose to continue gently, looking at her with sincerity. “I know I am and I’m so sorry, no amount of apologies can fix this. I still love you Minji.”

Minji frozed at your words. “No you don’t” she denied. “Not anymore at least.”

Your heart dropped. “I understand that you don’t believe me and you’re mad, b-“

“You’re right, I am.”

“But please listen to what I have to say.” You looked at her pleadingly. You would go as far as to beg on your knees, anything to get her to listen to you.

“What is there to say? You’ve found yourself a new girl, that’s it.”

Your heart dropped at every words that were coming out of her mouth. Especially since it couldn’t be further from the truth, you just needed to explain yourself before you go crazy.

You reached for her hands, meeting her gaze with open sincerity. “Please just listen, I love you so much, it feels like I’m going insane!”

“You can’t just leave and shut me out of your life just to come back and say that, it’s not fair.”

“Well, I had no choice! My dad never approved of us, he wanted me to marry a woman I do not love, if not he’ll do anything in his power to make you disappear from my life completely. So I complied, I did not want to lose you Min, but I had no choice.” You felt like you were being suffocated on spot, the walls around you were spinning around. You wanted to disappear.

Minji’s once cold face turned into a concerned one before turning into a slight frown. “You idiot! You should’ve told me the truth from the start!” She exclaimed as she slapped you gently on the shoulder.

“You’re right to call me an idiot, I should’ve told you from the start. But I was afraid that if I let you know then I’ll have no choice but to go against my dad’s wishes.”

“What changed?”

From the moment you arrived on earth, you’ve never went against your dad. You’re your dad’s daughter after all, but you were always miserable with him around.

But not being around Kim Minji was even worse than any punishment combined.

Squeezing her hands gently with regrets staining your confession. “Everyday without you have been hell. I should’ve realized it sooner but now I know that my love for you is stronger than any threats, even if it means that there will be trouble.”

She stayed quiet but you knew that she was listening. That was your thing, understanding each other without needing words to say it.

Gazing into her eyes, your heart spilled open. “You are my home, Min. My heart belongs to you. Always has, always will.”

A heavy silence fell. She knew you better than any, even yourself, every emotion held in you have been made obvious to her. Her eyes held an answer yet, and rightfully so trust should be re-earned.

“Thirty days.” Minji said gently yet firm. But you felt confused. “Thirty days?

“I’ll give you thirty days to regain my trust.” She took a steady breath. “Show me your sincerity, make me believe that we can work.”

Your eyes sparkled as you nodded in determination. “Thirty days, I promise to be better, no secrets, I’ll tell you everything.”

Squeezing your hand, Minji replied. “I want to believe in us again.”

“I’ll make you believe.”

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

distractions

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Y/N needs a distraction from it all and her fiance is more than willing to give her one.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ MINORS DNI! Unprotected sex (do the right thing), bondage, Stephen being a tease.

MASTERLIST

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Y/N’s been stressed out lately with work for the past couple weeks. Just like Stephen, Y/N was also a well known neurosurgeon and lately her list of expired patients has grown exceptionally. For the life of her she couldn’t tell what exactly was the problem; was it her or was her patients too far gone before they got onto the table?

Releasing a heavy sigh, Y/N let herself into her home and locked the door behind her. Stephen closed the book in his hands and put it off to the side, his charming smile slowly dimmed once he saw the glum look on his fiance’s face. He watched as she dropped her keys and purse on the table in the hallway and kicked off her sneakers while fighting to hold back the tears.

“Hunnie?” 

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” 

Y/N headed straight for their bathroom, removing her clothes in the process. She needed to take a shower to wash off the sucky ass day she had, she didn’t even want to be around Stephen because all she saw when she looked at him was the neurosurgeon she’d never be and that made her even more sad. With the cold water running, Y/N stepped under, soaking her entire body from head to toe. 

“I’ll see you when you’ve finished working your magic doc.” 

“I’ll be right here waiting when you wake up.”

The sound of the water hitting the bathroom tiles muffled the ugly sobs she produced as she finally allowed herself to fall apart. Y/N held her hands to her chest, crying at the thought of what her patient’s last words to her were. She failed him, she failed herself and for some reason she felt like she failed Stephen too. 

 Stephen lightly pushed the bathroom door open and his heart broke seeing her in this state. He didn’t waste time stripping down and joined her in the shower; he pulled her back into his chest and wrapped his arms securely around her.

“Stephen please leave me alone.” She hiccupped trying to wiggle her way out of his hold but stopped once she realised that he didn’t plan on letting her go anytime soon. Stephen kissed the back of her head and shoulder, feeling her relax into his touch.

“I’m a failure.”

“You’re not, you’re an incredible surgeon who’s just going through a rough patch right now.”

“I failed my patients, their families, myself, you…” Stephen turned her around to face him but she found more interest in his pectoral muscles than looking up into his eyes. Using his index finger, Stephen tilted her head back forcing her to look at him as he spoke.

“You could never fail me darling. We’ve all lost people on the table, we all knew the risks and doing surgery on someone’s brain isn’t an easy thing to do. You did your best but sometimes, our best isn’t enough.” Stephen was right but she couldn’t help but blame herself still for the loss of her patients. 

“Kiss me.” 

“What?”

“Stephen I need a distraction so, kiss me. Kiss me until I forget everything.” Cupping her face in his hands, Stephen closed the distance between them, gently capturing her lips in a much needed kiss. Y/N guided her hands up his biceps up to his hair and grabbed a handful of it, ripping a groan from his chest.

Stephen backed her up until her back came into contact with the cold tiles; their innocent kiss took a sharp turn. Y/N broke apart for a second lightly biting down on his bottom lip in the process. Stephen’s hands roamed every inch of skin that they came into contact with on her body; she dragged her hands down his chest and abdomen.

“Mhmm.” 

Stephen’s eyes shut feeling her wrap her hand around his shaft, jerking him a couple times. Y/N trailed kisses along his strong jawline and column of his neck, nibbling on his exposed flesh. Stephen nudged her legs apart, running his fingers through her slick folds returning the favour. Y/N bucked her hips into his palm, grinding down on it for more stimulation on her clit. 

“You’re so needy baby.”

With his eyes locked with hers, Stephen lowered himself to his knees and hooked her right leg over his shoulder; he flattened his tongue against her lower lips, coating it in her sweet juices and dragged it up to her bundle of nerves making her squirm above him. Y/N tried to pull his head closer but the sorcerer used one of his handy moves, binding her hands together and holding them above her head.

“No touching.”

“I hate you.” 

Stephen smirked at her before delving back into her nether region licking and sucking, eating her out like a man starved. Y/N’s moans grew louder as Stephen brought her closer and closer to her much needed release. Rubbing his thumb back and forth on her clit, Stephen inserted two of his long digits into her needy hole, curling them to hit the particular spot that always had her squirming and begging for more.

“Fuck…don’t stop.” 

Y/N’s eyes shut in the midst of the pleasure that she was receiving from the sorcerer between her legs. Stephen loved hearing the sweet sounds she produced every time they had sex and he planned on hearing them all night long. Y/N’s walls pulsed as she got closer to her climax.

“Come for me baby, that’s it.” Stephen kept thrusting his fingers into her, smiling at the feeling of her release coating his hand. He replaced his hand with his mouth, lapping up her sweet juices as she grounded her cunt on his face.

“Stephen, I need you.” She dropped her leg from his shoulder as he stood up. Stephen motioned for her to turn around and she did, bending over with her palms on the wall for support. He jerked himself a couple times, lining himself up with her cunt. Stephen slowly inserted the tip of his cock in and removed it a couple times teasing her with what she craved most right now.

“Stephen please, stop teasing.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

Stephen didn’t leave room for her to rebut as he buried himself in her heat, stretching her out completely. Placing both hands on her hips, Stephen began pounding into her at a moderate pace. Their moans mixed with the slapping of skin on skin filled the bathroom which only encouraged him to continue his actions. 

Stephen pulled her hair back into a ponytail and pulled her head back to crash his lips against hers. Y/N pushed herself back to meet his thrusts; his fingers found her bundle of nerves again, stimulating her further.

“O-oh shit. I’m gonna-”

“Hold it.”

Stephen continued to fuck her into oblivion ensuring that Y/N was too preoccupied thinking about his cock buried inside of her rather than the recent crap she’s been dealing with at work. His thrusts became uneven as he chased his release; Y/N chanted his name like she was saying a prayer, begging to come. 

“Come for me babygirl.”

With a cry of his name, Y/N came on his cock, her walls clamped down on him which triggered his climax as well. Stephen bit down on her shoulder as he emptied his seed deep within her. He thrusted a couple more times as they rode out their high before completely removing himself. 

Y/N smiled feeling his sticky release seep from her cunt and down her inner thighs. Stephen released her arms from their binds and shut the water off.

"Come here." She pulled him down to meet her halfway, crashing their lips together. Stephen hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The sorcerer took them into their adjoining room and placed her on the bed. 

"Uh uh Strange, my turn." 

Y/N mustered all her strength and flipped them over; she was now straddling his lap while he lay there admiring her blissed out state.

"As you wish." 

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[charlieisdecaying]

learning a lesson ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

cw. non con, misogyny, violence, leon being a creep, kidnapping, baby trapping…

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Leon hates feminist bitches like you. Short hair, baggy clothes, annoyingly outspoken ect.. Whores like you just need to be dicked down. He can see it too, all teary and wet, he’d make you thank him for it, for setting you straight. And cause he’s such a good guy he decides to, it was so fucking easy, like you were expecting it or some shit. He bets you fantasized about it, dumb whores like you always want strong guys like him. He watches your chest heave rhythmically. He’d followed you from work, and well, no ones susceptible to a good ole chloroform soaked rag.

He’s had enough of waiting, he drags your unconscious body to his bed, taking little care in stripping you. fuck, he’d hoped you be shaved bare, but what did he actually expect? its fine…as his live in bitch you’ll have plenty of time to be…re-educated. dryer then fucking sandpaper..he observes with his hands holding apart each thigh. tch once your eyelids start fluttering, that grogginess turning into unabashed horror he has to pounce on you, pinning you down from trying to slaw his eyes out. “hey! hey get the fuck off me! get off!” oh he thinks youre so cute, thinking you have any fucking leverage here? naked on his bed about to get raped? he twitches, he knows you felt it, because you give him a look of disgust that makes his heart flutter. “be good and ill let you go” he whispers, putting painful pressure on your wrists, he smiles when he feels you relax, already assuming natural bottom bitch position, you look so pretty, teary eyed, quivering bottom lip.

“atta girl” he murmurs in the crook of your neck, kissing sweetly down to the middle of your tits, he grabs a handful from each side, tweaking your nipples, pinching meanly, he cant help it, he wants to see you fucking sob. sensitive little thing you are, a bit of kissing and some heavy petting and youre reduced to a little puddle under him. “getting wet for me baby? for your rapist? needed this bad huh? just some dick, right baby? , didnt ‘cha, dont worry, leons gonna take care of ya” he asks patronizingly fucking pervert “please dont, please, im begging, ill do anything—“ your pleas fall on deaf ears cause leons holding your thighs spread and shoving his fat cock in you, it hurts, the stretch, you think you’ll puke.

Desperation settles into your bones, squirming, and trying to kick your legs out, and push him away. he doesnt like that one bit, he slaps you across the face hard, so hard it leaves a red imprint of his hand. “listen here you fucking cunt, this pussy is the only thing you’ve got going for you, dont make me put a bullet in your stupid fucking head” he growls, and your blood runs cold, and when you sob your cunt tightens around him and he bits his lip. “mhm” he grunts settling himself back between your thighs, feeding your cunt his dick, painful inch after inch, he doesnt stop till hes balls deep, tossing his head back and groaning. he starts moving immediately, his balls rapping against your ass. “so tight baby, all for me right? sucha good girl, fuck, so wet baby you like it rough dont you huh? dirty girl, your secrets safe with me” he pants gleaming over you like hes not raping you, like this is a consummation, like its your honeymoon.

He hooks his hands under your thighs bringing them up behind your head. you’ve officially become bitched. he reaches impossibly deep “leon, leon!” you hiccup between sobs, hes so fucking deep you feel him in your throat, he knows it must be painful, but girls are made for this, you can take it, his good girl. “you can take it, made for this baby, made for taking my fat cock up your cute little cunt” he groans, his lips catching yours, slobbering over you like an over excited dog, spit drips down his chin.

You bite down on his lip, hard enough to draw blood “FUCK!” he curses, he cums so hard, eyes rolling back into his skull, toes curling and his balls twitching against your ass…who knew..what a masochist. “you fucking bitch” he grunts post nut clarity of emptying his balls, he punches you, his fist connecting against the side of your face so hard it makes you forget where you are. “mmph dont worry baby…you have plenty of time to learn how a good little girl should behave” he says, doing an almost comical personality change. “we’re gonna be together for a long time” he says carressing the sides of your stomach…right…he came in you..raw.

“gonna be the prettiest mama” he hums laying on your chest, smiling up at you with a disgusting grin. ♡

[lumosandnoxwriting]

tale as old as time || Fred Weasley

Title: tale as old as time Pairing: Fred x Reader Summary: Y/N knows she’s the problem, and she’s afraid of the day Fred realizes it too Warnings: probably a very bad representation of what therapy is like but whatever im a writer not a clinical psychologist. A/N: im back baby!!!! im going to be totally honest, this is the only fic in the anthology where i really struggled to come up with a basic concept for the storyline when I was brainstorming. The lyrics in this song are less direct in what their meaning is in a lot of ways. Obviously the overarching message is this fear of being alone, this fear that your insecurities and anxieties will drive away the person you love the most, so that’s really what i tried to focus on here. 

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“It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s just a dream,” Fred soothes as he strokes Y/N’s hair, letting her burrow her face in his chest. 

She takes a shuddering breath in, tears leaking down the sides of her face as her heart pounds in her chest. Y/N racks her brain, trying desperately to remember what exactly scared her so much. What happened in her dream that had her waking up in screams once again.

The dream is never the same. Sometimes she’s at Hogwarts, the final battle of the war raging on around her as she runs. Running, running, running - but she never stops, and Y/N is never quite sure what she’s running from. Other times she’s in the living room of her and Fred's flat, heart pounding in her chest as she tears the place apart searching for something. Though it’s never really clear what exactly she’s looking for. 

Then at some point they shift, and she’s in a dark room where the only sound is her heavy breathing. But she can feel something looking at her, looming somewhere in the shadows. And as she turns in circles trying to find it the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, the feeling getting closer and closer and closer. 

And that’s usually when she wakes. A scream caught in her throat as she shoots up in bed, frantically thrashing to try and fight off the unknown creature. That’s usually when Fred wakes up, strong arms wrapping around Y/N as he murmurs soft words into her ears. He holds her as she comes to, letting her cry in his embrace for as long as she needs. 

Fred always makes sure to reassure Y/N, reminding her that it’s just a dream, and that he’s got her. He holds her tight once she’s calm enough to try and fall back asleep, not daring to shut his eyes until she’s back in a deep slumber. 

Though what Fred doesn’t know is that sometimes Y/N isn’t asleep at all. She knows he worries, so she shuts her eyes and slows down her breathing, pretending to sleep as her mind races. Because she knows Fred can only put up with so much, that eventually he’ll be tired of her and all of her problems. That one day she’ll wake up and he won’t be there. 

Fred doesn’t know that those are the dreams that scare Y/N the most. 

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“And what do you think those dreams mean, hm?”

Y/N rolls her eyes as her therapist asks the same question he does at every session. Therapy was something a lot of Wizards and Witches enrolled in after the war. Even those that didn’t actively fight sought treatment, finding it helpful to talk to someone about what happened and how to deal with the fallout. But now, almost two years out from the final battle at Hogwarts, Y/N feels like she’s getting nowhere.

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me?” she responds, annoyance apparent in her tone. “That’s why I’m here, right? So you can tell me what’s wrong with me and how to fix it.”

Her therapist gives her an amused look. “Sure, I can tell you what’s wrong with you. But if you’re not ready to hear what I have to say, nothing is going to change. It has to come from you, not me.”

Y/N scoffs, shaking her head. “So then what am I paying you for then? If my breakthrough depends on me, it seems like you’re not really needed in all of this.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” her therapist starts, scribbling something down in his notebook. “But I’m here to listen, offer guidance when you need it. And when you finally hit that big breakthrough I’ll be here to help you through it.”

 When Y/N seems to settle back down her therapist continues. “So those dreams, what do you think they mean?”

Y/N shrugs, picking at her cuticles. “I don’t know - that I’m afraid.”

“Afraid of what?” He prompts, giving her an encouraging nod. “Afraid of Voldemort?” When she doesn’t respond he continues. “Afraid of dying?” When Y/N shakes her head he scribbles something down. “Afraid of what, then?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N answers honestly. “There’s never anything in the dreams. Just a feeling. Like something is watching me, I don’t know it’s hard to explain. It’s not a real threat, it’s like the idea of a threat.”

“So what might that mean?” Her therapist prompts when she stops, leaning forward in his seat. “You’re by yourself, facing an invisible threat - what is it that you’re really afraid of? It’s not the thing lurking in the dark - so what is it?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N repeats again, voice firm.

“Yes you do,” he insists. “You do know what it is, Y/N, you just don’t want to admit it.”

“No, I really don’t,” she pushes back. 

“Yes, you do. You’re standing, in a room, all by yourself. No one but you and some invisible threat. It’s not the threat you’re afraid of - so what is it?”

“Being alone!” Y/N finally admits, anger coating her words. “I’m afraid of being alone, are you happy?”

Her therapist settles back in his seat, a grin etched on his features. “Now that’s what I call a breakthrough.” 

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The revelation in therapy leaves Y/N feeling quite raw and exposed for the rest of the day, making her quiet and reserved. Fred of course doesn’t push or pry, letting her have the space she needs. Which in turn only makes Y/N feel even worse, her mind working overtime as she worries that her quiet and aloof behavior is only going to push Fred even further away than her nightmares. 

She’s terrified of falling asleep that night, so she simply lays in bed until Fred falls asleep - waiting for his soft snores to fill the room so she knows it’s safe. Y/N ends up creeping out into the living room, letting her exhausted body sink into the sofa. She doesn’t bother with the big light, instead snapping her fingers so a few of the lamps in the room come to life, giving everything a soft glow. 

But the lack of light also creates shadows, and she can feel her paranoia start to creep up the back of her neck. So Y/N does what her therapist had suggested towards the end of their session. She closes her eyes and takes some deep breaths, trying to remind herself that nothing is there and Fred is only a room away. Her sweet, sweet Fred that would do anything to make sure she’s okay. 

In fact, it had been Fred who suggested therapy all those months ago. When Y/N’s assurances that the dreams would go away on their own started to sound less and less believable and the bags under her eyes were deeper and darker than the night sky. It only made her love him more, knowing that Fred was looking out for her wellbeing and that he worried for her. 

Now it only seems to fuel her fears, that the therapy not working is just another thing that is going to have Fred walking out on her. 

“Stop, stop,” Y/N grumbles, palm smacking her forehead in frustration. “If only I could get my brain to shut the fuck up.”

“Baby?” 

Fred’s sleepy grumble startles Y/N, and she looks over her shoulder to find Fred standing at the entrance to the living room, rubbing sleep from his eyes. 

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Y/N apologizes, stomach sinking. She swallows thickly, her throat suddenly dry as shame washes over her. “I couldn’t sleep.”

Fred shuffles towards the couch, mouth opening in a yawn. “No baby, you’re okay. I rolled over and couldn’t find you is all. I tried to fall back asleep but the bed was too lonely without you.” He joins her on the couch then, grabbing a blanket from their basket so he can drape it over them. 

Y/N lets Fred pull her into his side, resting her head in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry,” she apologizes again, though she’s not really sure what for. Maybe for leaving him alone in bed, or for making him come out here, maybe even for being a shitty girlfriend who constantly needs the reassurance that he’s going to be there for her. 

Mainly for that last one. 

“Nothing to apologize for,” Fred promises, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “It’s okay to need time for you, love. I know therapy days aren’t always your best days and you find it hard to fall asleep after. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

Her chest feels as if it’s been cracked wide open, all of her worries and fears and anxieties on display for Fred. She knows it must be exhausting for him, always having to deal with her and her constant reassurance that everything is okay. And yet at the same time Y/N needs that validation, almost needs it more than her lungs need air. 

Hence the trouble sleeping. 

It’s that need that prompts her to keep her eyes downcast, voice only above a whisper as she asks, “Promise?” She needs to know that he really means what he says. That he’ll always be there for her, no matter how weird or crazy or anxious she may be. 

“Promise,” Fred confirms. “You’re stuck with me forever, I’m afraid.”

“Forever,” Y/N whispers to herself, needing that extra reassurance. Forever.

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“Godric, what the hell is wrong with me?” 

It’s a question Y/N has asked herself a lot over the past few weeks, but this is the first time she’s said it out loud in front of someone else. This is the fifth night in a row she’s woken up screaming, thrashing against the bed sheets as she tries to fight off her invisible attacker. 

Fred had tried to comfort her as usual, but this dream was a particularly vivid one, and Y/N had a hard time deciphering between what was real and what was her dream as she balanced in the no man’s land between being unconscious and awake - causing her to punch Fred right in the face as he tried to wrap her up in his arms. 

“Nothing is wrong with you,” Fred assures, the sound of his voice distorted from the bag of peas he’s holding on his face. “You thought you were still asleep, it happens, love.”

His chest is covered in blood from how his nose gushed after Y/N’s strike, and her stomach is a pit of self loathing. She’d been the one to hit him, and yet as per usual Fred was the one doing all of the comforting. It’s pathetic. 

“I made you bleed, Fred. There certainly is something wrong with me,” Y/N insists, nervous energy making her start to pace back and forth. “I’m 23 years old and I wake up screaming more nights than I don’t, and instead of being a normal person and thanking my boyfriend for being a lovely person and comforting me, I sock him in the face and break his nose.”

“Bruised maybe, love, don’t give yourself too much credit,” Fred jokes with a chuckle, desperately trying to cut the tension in the room. When Y/N just continues to pace he lets out a sigh. “Baby, stop, please. I’m fine, it was an accident. It’s not something to get worked up over.”

“But it’s not just this one incident,” Y/N starts, finally stopping her  pacing so she can face her boyfriend. “I’ve been having nightmares almost every night for two years now and therapy seems to be doing fuck all to help stop them. And despite the fact that you have been the most supportive, lovely boyfriend anyone can ask for, I'm just getting worse and worse.”

She pauses to run a ragged hand through her hair, exhaling sharply in frustration. “And I know deep down that someday you’re going to get sick of me and just leave and I don’t blame you, I really don’t. But the thought of not having you around scares the shit out of me and no matter how hard I try to be a better, more normal person for you I just can’t get my fucking shit together which just makes me even more panicked and worried and anxious, which just makes the nightmares worse and it’s a neverending cycle and I’m exhausted.”

Fred is silent for a minute, letting everything Y/N has just word-vomited all over their kitchen floor sink in. He tosses the peas onto the table, standing up so he can start to slowly approach her. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me? I thought your nightmares were about the war, love, I had no idea.”

“They were, at first,” Y/N admits. “Mostly about when the wall fell and it almost crushed you. They were all about you dying and me being alone. But then as time went on and the anxiety got worse they sort of just changed. Instead of me watching you die and leave me, I was just there, alone and fighting some kind of invisible threat. And I’d try to run, try to find you and I would just be running endlessly and whatever it was that was there would catch me - that’s usually when I’d wake up screaming.”

She swallows around the lump in her throat as Fred comes closer, putting a hand out to stop him from gathering her in his arms. This is something she needs to say, and the moment Fred puts his hands on her all of her courage will melt away. 

“And I know that it’s not easy for you to deal with all of this,” she continues once his hands are at his sides. “I can see how exhausted you are in the mornings after I have a nightmare. And I can see the worry on your face when I come home from therapy when I’ve had a bad day. It’s hard for me to deal with all of this, so I know it’s hard for you too. It would be so easy for you to just walk away from all of it, from me. You don’t deserve to be burdened with all of my problems, but the thought of losing you makes me sick to my stomach.”

“Baby,” Fred coos, fists clenched to resist his urge to reach out and comfort the woman he loves. “Burden me, please. I mean it when I tell you that I’m here for you no matter what. Woman there’s nothing in this world you could ask for that I wouldn’t find a way to make happen. That’s what people who love each other do, yeah? They support each other no matter what.”

“And of course I worry about you, because I care about you and I hate to see you hurting. But that doesn’t make me want to leave, it makes me want to stick around. To be there for you in any way you may need. Even if that means letting you punch me in the face every once in a while.”

Fred takes the breathy laugh that Y/N lets out as permission to step closer, and when she doesn’t protest he wraps his arms around her waist. “You have me, Y/N. Anxiety, and nightmares and all. You’re my everything, and I am going to be here with you every step of the way.”

“Even if the nightmares never go away?” she asks timidly. 

“Even if the nightmares never go away,” Fred confirms, leaning in to press a tender kiss to her forehead.  

When they end up back in bed together later that night, Y/N’s tears dry and Fred’s chest free of his blood, she lets herself be wrapped up in Fred’s embrace. And as his breath starts to even out she finds her eyes fluttering shut for real. Y/N lets sleep consume her, no longer feeling the need to pretend to be okay. Because she’s not okay, not really. 

But she will be, someday. With Fred by her side, anything is possible.

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An Omen (To Everyone but Me)

Black Noir x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) size kink, spanking, hair pulling, choking, slight olfactophilia, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, slightly rough sex

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A/N: I can’t hold myself back good God

Thank you to @phnyx for being an amazing beta reader <3 as always, ily

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It’s a slow, quiet maneuver, one he’s done a million times before but never in this context. Not once in his life has he entered someone’s home in secret with goodness in his heart. And he’s not necessarily sure if this is a good thing, but it feels good, at least for him. He knows he makes you feel good, too. 

Even though he means well, he stalks you like prey once he’s in your home, slipping in through your living room window and hiding in the shadows. He’d scaled a few buildings to get up to the level you were at, but it wasn’t a hard task. His eyes adjust quickly once he’s inside too, regardless of the lack of light. Your apartment is dark, almost all of your lamps off as you’re likely preparing for bed. It’s late in the night, but he knows you’re awake; he saw you moving around through the windows during his approach. 

So, he waits, watching, listening, eyes slowly scanning the room. And when he finally sees you, his heart thumps in his chest. Not with surprise but with longing; he missed you. 

“Jesus,” you nearly shriek, his shadowy figure now visible as he stands in the corner. 

You’re only in a pair of panties and a sleep shirt, having wandered out into the living room while on your way to the kitchen. You were grabbing a glass of water before bed. 

Your eyes squint. “Noir?” 

His presence is completely unannounced, and for some foolish reason, you briefly wonder how he got in. It only takes a few seconds for you to see the open window beside him. 

“What, what’re you…” 

In the darkness, he cocks his head to the side, now stepping forward to approach you. He crosses the floor of your living room, making a slow, straight line directly for you. 

It’s been weeks since you’ve last seen him, and while you’re shocked in the moment, you’re also happy. You’ve missed him; even if all you usually did was touch each other in bed, you missed him. His presence alone made you feel content and safe, and you really liked that. 

With dark eyes, he approaches you, towering above you once he’s close enough. You breathe out a small hi while staring up at him, your heart fluttering inside. His breaths are heavy, evident by the visible rise and fall of the armor covering his chest. But he doesn’t seem angry or upset, at least it doesn’t appear that way. You can just tell, you can just feel it. With that being said though, he’s definitely not calm. 

You wonder what he’s been up to, not since being apart, but before he arrived tonight. Was he in the middle of completing a mission? Did he already complete one, finding himself in your area shortly after? Or did he set out to find you? It’s funny, you think, if you were anyone else, you’d be scared. Terrified, even. To those on the wrong side of The Seven, Black Noir was an enemy, an omen, something to truly fear. Maybe he is an omen, you think, an omen to everyone but me.

Noir reaches out to you, smoothing his right hand gently over your cheek, then your jaw. It’s a timid touch, soft and almost sweet. He’s admiring you.

“I missed you, too.” you tell him, melting under his touch. 

Before anything else is done or said, Noir’s hand slides down to your neck. In the same motion he walks forward, his strong body urging your own to step back. He’s not satisfied until you’re pressed against your living room wall, his fingers clamping down around your throat while he watches you release a quiet gasp. You take a shaky breath, his advance already making the space between your legs burn bright. As a reflex, your hands reach for him, grabbing onto his armored forearm. The act is unexpected but not unwelcome, much like his appearance.The sheer size of him compared to yourself makes your breaths almost nonexistent, his height and strength unmatched to that of any other man that’s ever joined you in bed. 

And then he leans in, his face not even an inch from yours. He doesn’t do it to intimidate you, he does it just for the sake of being close to you. 

“Baby,” you moan with a grin, feeling his right hand lower to cup you between your legs. 

He growls, a small noise, but loud enough for you to hear. And then, his head tilts, a curious yet teasing motion as he touches you. You like this? his silent gesture says. Pressing his body against yours, he rubs you, the movements of his hand firm and slow. He’s looking down at you, holding your throat while breathing out heavily through his nose. It’s satisfying, finally being with you again. He thought about you nearly every day you were apart; he wanted to see you so badly, and in so many ways. There were nights where he laid in bed thinking about you, rolling over to hold his pillow and wishing it was you. There were also nights where he laid in his underclothes and touched himself, wishing his hand was you, too. 

“Mm,” you softly grunt, eyes closing while his fingers rub you. 

It’s not long before you’re rolling your hips down into his hand, and sadly, it’s not long after that, that his movements subside. With anticipation tingling in your bones, you finally feel Noir’s fingers slip your panties to the side. A long breath is released from both of your bodies as his middle finger slides slowly into your warmth; he can feel it even through his gloves. He keeps it there, only for a moment, only until you sigh. And when you do, it’s then that he moves, the back and forth motion of his first act leisurely as he begins to work you open. 

“Noir,” comes your passionate moan, eyes still shut while you grip his forearm tight. You can feel the muscles in his forearm flexing, working hard to stretch you out while adding a second finger to the mix. They’re twice the size of yours; even three of your own could never compare to what he has. 

He pumps them into you, pressing his pelvis over your hip while watching you, his gaze unwavering although you don’t know. Even though your eyes are closed, he loves to see the expressions you make; he loves to see what he does to you. He can’t wait to hear the noises he can pull from you. 

What really gets you is his grip on your throat, as it’s still relatively new. He’d only done it once before and that’s when he last saw you. It seems strange but you love the feeling of it, his fist wrapped tight around your windpipe, fingers pressing into your skin, especially while he touches you. It’s exciting, because you know he could do so much harm to you if he wanted to. But he never would, he’d never want to hurt you. He made sure to not hurt you the first time he did it, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. And he does the same now, doing his best not to get too excited or overwhelmed. But holding you like this makes him feel strong. Of course, so did other things, like his powers and skills, the missions he’s completed and the enemies he’s killed. But it feels different with you. Noir doesn’t spend time with other people, not like how he spends time with you. 

“Yes,” while you gasp, he curls his fingers inside you, hearing the slick squelch of your sex and groaning. “God yes.”

He stares at you the entire time, the muscles in his arms bunching as he works his fingers into you, his other hand keeping you pinned up against the wall. You’re panting slightly as his fingers tighten around your neck, licking your lower lip as you let him hold you this way. It’s far too easy for him to control you physically, to move your body in whatever way he wants. He’s thrown men through walls before, surely he could do more than this to you. But he doesn’t, he cares for you. He finds himself liking you. And besides, there was never any reason to hurt you, not unless you asked him to. 

Noir’s fingers punch up inside you, curling every time they reach your deepest parts. The leather of his gloves rubs against your inner walls, the sensation incredibly stimulating - not dissimilar to the rest of him. You’d moan from the overwhelming nature of it all, but you can’t, not really. Small grunts and groans, little whines even, slip past your lips, but because of his firm grip you’re not able to get out much. When he hears your small whimpers he again tilts his head, coming in even closer to you. One of your hands leaves his forearm, reaching out and clutching his shoulder as he rests his forehead over your own, now beginning to move his hips against you. You can hear Noir’s deep and heavy sighs, every single breath quick yet firm. 

Suddenly, your mouth opens, jaw hanging low as your high rapidly approaches. There’s a rumble in his chest when he sees the expression on your face, feels the tightness of your sex around his digits. He can already feel you beginning to shake, your core spasming while your throat desperately tries to cry out. A shiver vibrates through your body, limbs trembling from adrenaline and euphoria. 

“N - N…” your lips try, but it’s useless. Your eyes roll back, hips bucking helplessly into his hand as you experience your high. It rolls through you in waves, provoking a gentle smile on your face. 

He doesn’t stop when your body finally reacts, finally reaches its peak. He wants you to ride it out for as long as possible, feel as nice as you can before he starts all over again. He’s made you cum twice before and he knows he can do it again. 

“Ugh,” comes your dramatic noise, a choked-out gasp falling out of your throat when he finally lets go. 

The hand you left on his shoulder drops, falling to his other arm. When Noir removes his fingers, his head immediately dips down to your chest. You expected this; he always did this, and you welcomed it. Both of his hands fall to either side of your breasts, his face planting in the center as he pushes them together while releasing a heated breath. Your own hands slide up to the back of his head, cradling him as he rests there. 

“Oh…” you moan for him, tilting your head back to rest against the wall. And he sighs in return, heart thundering in his chest from seeing and feeling you cum. 

He rubs his masked face over your chest, burying deeper between your tits. He wishes so badly he could feel your bare skin on his face. His hands massage you passionately, fingers digging into your plump flesh. His entire body is pressed against yours, so much so that it’s almost difficult to breathe. It was nearly too much, he was always too much, but you loved it that way. 

Noir keeps his face pressed into the crease of your tits, hips rolling gently over your own. If you wanted to, you could wrap your legs around him, just hang onto his body while he now explored his own bliss. Because that’s what life was when he was with you. Bliss. 

“Noir,” you sigh, a smile creeping up on your face when you feel him sigh. 

He never liked when you touched his knives, so you’re careful of the small dagger fixed at the back of his head. Nonetheless, you hold him, cradling him against your chest while he moans into you. Slowly, he moves his head, dragging it side to side as he feels the pounding in your chest. If he listens closely, he can hear it, too. His abilities allowed him the perfect opportunity to experience you fully. 

While pressing his face against you, his hands fall to another part of you, his favorite part of you. Sexually, at least. 

“Baby,” it’s something between a groan and a whine, feeling both hands grab you with force. 

He smooths his palms over your ass before squeezing you tightly, jiggling your backside briefly in his hands. 

“You missed touching me?” you ask him breathlessly, sighing out a laugh when he nods his head. 

Hurriedly, Noir’s hands find his belt, undoing it quickly and dropping the armor around his crotch. He just couldn't take it anymore, he needed more stimulation from you. And besides, he was so hard that keeping his cup on was becoming painful for him. But when it’s off he doesn’t release himself, he just grinds his pelvis into you. It’s now that his hands return to your ass, sliding down to your thighs as he lifts you. Naturally, your arms wrap around his neck. It’s crazy how easy it is for him to lift you. 

“Baby, wait,” you giggle, hands falling to either side of his face.

Immediately, he looks up at you, his chest moving rapidly. He can’t wait to ravish you. 

“I missed you,” you breathe out to him, “I really missed you being here with me.” 

Inside, your words make him sigh. He’s longed to hear such sweetness from you. Up until now, your encounters were just that, encounters. They didn’t last long, a night at most maybe. But he never slept by your side, never saw your face in the morning. Maybe he could change that tonight. 

He’s been to your home a handful of times, enough to know the layout accurately. Though with his training, he only needed to visit once to memorize every piece. In a few steps, he’s at your bedroom door, kicking it open the rest of the way while he feels you kiss his face. Your smiling lips touch the nose of his mask, his covered cheeks, and it’s quite the intimate gesture to him. Your adoration for him runs so deep, it’s heartwarming. 

Once inside your room, Noir all but throws you on your bed. He follows you down, his hands reaching for your shirt. Even though he tries not to rip it, he does so easily, lifting it up and over your head but tearing the hemline slightly. 

“H-uh,” you gasp, feeling him yank you down to the end of the bed by the firm grasp he put on your legs. 

In one quick swipe, your panties are off and on the floor, leaving you completely bare below him. He rises to his full height above you once you’re naked for him, head lowering while he scans what is now available to him. His shoulders rise and fall with the intensity of his emotions, his chest slightly out, arms at his sides while he observes you. He inhales deeply, seeing your naked chest. Your nipples are very clearly hardened, and that alone makes him throb. His eyes follow the dips and curves of your body, his want for you skyrocketing with each passing second. The sight of you laid out beneath him makes his head spin; he’s waited so long for this. 

Slowly, he makes his way down, falling to his knees with his hands sliding over the curves of your legs. They land on your thighs, moving to the portion underneath as he lifts them slightly. Furrowing your brow, you lean up a bit to look down at him. What the hell is he doing?

“Oh,” a wondrous sigh floats out of your mouth, watching Noir press his face to your soaking center. “Oh…” 

You can fucking hear him inhale, pressing his masked face into the space between your legs. And then he groans, rubbing himself in a similar fashion to the way he moved when worshipping your tits. He can smell you and if he presses himself here long enough, he’ll be able to taste you, too. Some of your slick slides across his mask, the slightly damp sensation making his eyes roll back. 

“N - Noir, I…” 

Hearing him moan is one of the best things to you. He never talks, he can’t. But he moans and groans, he grunts and sighs; any noise you can get from him makes your body run absolutely wild. 

Slapping his palms onto the bed, he lifts himself from your sex. As soon as he does, his hands find your hips. With a sharp jerk of his head toward the edge of your bed, he flips you over onto your stomach. Moving with his gesture, you crawl forward over your blankets, settling on all fours for him. The mattress dips as he climbs on behind you, slowly shuffling forward until he’s pressed right against you. Gloved fingers return to your hips, instantly sliding down to your ass once again. Noir’s fingertips dig into your skin, a very audible growl emitting from his throat when he does it. With sudden force his palm lands on your right cheek, gripping you harshly immediately afterwards. You cry out from the unexpected impact, the hit surging your body forward until you’re resting on your forearms. His rough sighs become louder the longer this goes on, a grin crawling across your lips with each and every hit. Honestly, it feels like he’s playing with you. He’s done this to you before, but not for this long.

Noir’s broad palms grab both cheeks, bouncing them softly as he finally presses his covered pelvis into you from behind. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he sees something flash. A floor-length mirror standing tall beside your dresser. And if he turns you just right, he bets he’ll be able to see you in it. 

“Noir,” you whine, your face pressing into the sheets. “Please.”

You can feel yourself spasming around nothing, wanting more of him though your pleas continue to be silently denied. Your lungs inhale shakily, your breathy sighs turning into pathetic whines. 

Unexpectedly, Noir grabs your hips, yanking you backwards and maneuvering your body slightly to the side. From this angle he can see himself kneeling behind you, his dark and broad body towering above your waiting, pliant form. 

Carefully, Noir’s right hand slides forward, down your back, up your neck, and into your hair. Tangling into your strands, he pulls backward, yanking your head up. The action isn’t harsh but in the same sense isn’t kind. The force of it makes you gasp, your eyes now landing on the mirror. Immediately, Noir’s reflection is center-stage. You can feel his deep and predatory gaze, his grip on your backside tightening when you lock in with his eyes. 

In an experimental act, he lets go, allowing you to hold your head up on your own. And you do, eyes fixated on him as he moves. Both of Noir’s hands drop to his hips, fumbling with his suit as he works to finally free himself. You can hear his groan when he does it, and it makes you moan. Almost limply, his head falls to his shoulder, sighing out a deep and contented breath; he’s stroking himself. But then, a grunt, a displeasured one. 

“Hm?” you hum, turning to the side. 

He leans over you, bracing himself on his left hand while holding out his other. 

“I, what…” you’re not sure what he wants. 

Noir presses his body to yours, his armored chest laying over your bare back. The hand he’s holding out in front of you inches closer, two of his fingers separating from the others. Your lips are already parted, and alongside your own gaze, he watches you through the mirrors as you take in his fingers. Still gloved of course, you wrap your lips around them, just barely able to taste your own cum from when he’d finger fucked you in your living room. It’s a quick motion though, simply in and out. And then again, he holds his palm out. 

“You want… spit?” comes your breathy question, and in the reflection, he nods.

Gently, you purse your lips, trying to hold back your grin. He’s never asked you to do this before. And when you complete his request, dripping your spit into the palm of his hand, he groans, running the point of his nose along the slope of your shoulder and neck.

Almost impatiently, he leans back up, slapping his hand onto his cock and pumping himself furiously. With your spit in his palm, it’s much easier than before, his heart rate increasing with every tug he gives. 

“Baby, please,” you groan, only whining slightly. “Please put it in.”

You can see the hasty motions of his arm in the mirror - you can’t stop looking into it. He looks so broad behind you, so menacing as he kneels above you. His breaths are audible when he finally lines himself up, your jaw falling slack at the mere sensation of his tip meeting your outer lips. He rubs you, his free hand landing on your left cheek and caressing you softly. His head has fallen down now, watching himself intently and unaware of your own unwavering gaze. 

“Yes…” 

With a small push, he’s inside you, slowly moving forward while he sighs. You want to drop your head down, but you don’t; you don’t want to miss a single second of this. The sight of him when he’s fully inside makes you moan; when his pelvis meets your backside, Noir’s head drops back. A wild groan hits the air, one you certainly didn’t expect. He’s been away from you for too long.

“N-Noir!” you stutter, feeling the hand he used to guide himself in land on your upper ass. 

You see it in the mirror, the act of him spanking you. It’s errotic and new, all of it, every piece of it. His entirely armored body compared to your naked form, the movements each of you make in response to the other, Noir’s simple gestures and motions, it’s all on display for you; for both of you. You can hear everything, too, you love when you can hear it. The squelch of your meeting sex, how it grows with every thrust he gives. It floats through the air of your small space, your room barely lit with just enough light to see him. 

His movements are rough and unfaltering, and every time he slides back inside your body practically vibrates with bliss. You’ve never met a man that can rock you to your core so thoroughly before him. It’s everything you can do to not cry out from it, from him, his thrusts so heated and heavy that they shove you forward inch by inch. Your fingers grip the sheets, mouth hanging open while he rails you into your bed. He’s throbbing inside you, his chest heaving behind you while his hands return to the glorious expanse of your ass. 

Looking down, he can already see he’s marked you. He must’ve hit you hard for you to bruise in such a short amount of time; he wonders if he hurt you. He wonders if you liked it. 

Behind his mask, Noir growls, a gutteral noise rumbling through his chest as he feels your warm skin clamp down around him. He’s seen other women while you’ve been apart, not sexually or romantically, but day to day due to his career. Some were really pretty, some really weren’t, but none of them seemed to spark the instant attraction he had when he first saw you. And he’s had it every time he’s seen you since. 

“Fuck, yes!” you cry out, mustering up the strength to begin bouncing back against him. 

He always has to remind himself to be gentle with you. This isn’t necessarily gentle, not to the average person. But for Noir, he’s holding himself back. Because of his powers, he could truly do so much more. 

“Noir, baby, please.” 

You aren’t sure what you’re pleading for and honestly neither is he, he’s just happy to hear you scream for him again. You’re gasping and panting, your moans forceful and high. Every time he plunges inside he pierces something that makes you see white. Your body fizzles inside, limbs entirely weak when he fucks you like this. 

Through the reflection, Noir can see your beautiful face. The expressions you make force his passion to new heights, provoking his motions to become faster and deeper. You’re so stunning like this, your hair a mess from his hand, your face tired and cute. It’s just so sexy to him, the image of you. 

You don’t know it, but you’re staring directly back at him, too. Each shove of his hips makes your body bounce and sway, his strength and force so visible when you see him like this. It only heightens the euphoria currently bursting inside of you, seeing him move like this while inside of you. And the drag of his cock against your walls is debilitating, the stretch of him a painful bliss you’ve dearly missed. 

This is so new for the both of you and it forces your bodies’ pleasure to new heights. All too quickly, Noir feels himself cum inside, his release unexpected and sudden. With a sharp, almost painful groan, his swollen cock leaks into you, his release finding home inside your warm and welcoming walls. He rocks your body back and forth as he comes down, rolling his hips into you and smiling when you move with him. It’s slow and almost intimate, your collective motions. He leans over you, resting his chest on your back once again. You can feel his breaths on your shoulder, the sensation sending a shiver across your skin. 

This was too quick for him; he doesn’t want to leave you again. 

When Noir pulls out of you, he sighs, worry running through his head. Could he really change your closeness tonight? Was he capable of that? Would you want that?

His hands roam your hips and thighs lovingly, your backside, too. He caresses the marks he’d made on you, feeling a small twinge of guilt though it’s nothing compared to the pride he has blooming inside. He waits for you to begin to move before he steps off the bed, watching as you roll onto your back. Lazily, you smile, brushing some hair away from your forehead. 

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, okay?” you coo to him quietly, sitting up while staring at him. 

Noir’s body is still calming down, his breaths steadying now only after he’s been apart from you for a few minutes. He doesn’t do anything, doesn’t nod or move, he just stares right back at you. But you still smile, the air between the two of you soft and kind. 

While you’re gone he takes care of himself, too. Wandering into your guest bath, he cleans himself before tucking his softened erection away, releasing a breath as he ponders what to do. He doesn’t want to fucking leave you. 

When you return from the bathroom, you find an empty room. It makes you sad, you thought maybe he’d stay for a minute this time. You expected him to at least be there when you got out of the bathroom. Maybe he left in a hurry this time, maybe he’s busy, or maybe he just doesn’t want to be here with you. 

Pushing away the tear-provoking thought, you take a breath and fold open your covers. But before crawling into bed, a dark figure catches your eye.

“Oh,” you jump back, putting a hand on your chest. “Baby..."

Noir is in your bedroom doorway, and when you say this, he leans against the frame. While doing so, you swear you saw his shoulders jolt a little. Did you make him laugh? 

“You’re, you’re still here.” 

Sitting down on your bed, you offer him another smile. He likes how easy it is for you to be understanding and kind, to give someone the benefit of the doubt. 

“Do you…” glancing to your right, your eyes scan the empty space beside you on your bed. “Do you want to stay? For the night?” 

As soon as you say it, you almost feel childish, insecure. You're expecting him to say no. But to your surprise, Noir leans off the wall, standing to his full height. He nods while walking toward you with slow, almost timid steps. He's feeling a little nervous, too.

“Really?” a grin blooms on your face. He nods again. 

Honestly, you’re not sure what this constitutes. Does he sleep with his armor on? Knives and all? Can he even separate the pieces of his suit? Will he allow you the opportunity to see him like this? 

Patience, you've found, is key with him. After a few moments of silence, Noir begins to undress. You find out that there are separate pieces to his suit, and he takes them off one by one, along with his daggers and throwing knives. Walking over to your desk, he places everything on the surface, leaving himself in his black undersuit. When he’s finally free of his protective pieces, it dawns on you how much he must trust you. 

“Here,” you say, patting the space beside you. Softly jerking your head, you repeat, “C’mere.” 

He follows your gesture, a softer side to him now showing. He seems unsure and if he’s being honest he one-hundred percent is. It’s not often that he’s found himself doing something like this. But your bed seems cozy and you seem nice; you’re someone he wants to be with.

Folding open the blankets, you invite him in, watching as your dark warrior climbs into your bed. The mattress dips beside you as his body starts to rest, shimmying down slightly until his head is laying on your spare pillow. 

“I’m gonna… turn this way,” you tell him with a sleepy smile. “Okay?” 

He doesn’t do anything, doesn’t nod, so you turn anyway. You cuddle into your pillows and blankets, sighing and closing your eyes. It might be a little awkward, but you’ll take this, you’re happy with this. You’re so happy he decided to stay. Then, unexpectedly, you feel him move, now inching closer to you. There was a small space between your bodies but it’s not long before he’s pressed up against you, inhaling a calming breath as he situates himself behind you. You smile to yourself, feeling him move and wondering what he’ll do next. You stay still, letting him decide. To your delight he lifts his hand, hesitant to do so but eventually laying his palm on your side. 

Even more than before, your cheeks rise into a grin, your heart squeezing inside. Is he really being sweet with you? 

“You want to hold me?” you ask quietly, still facing away. 

In his own way of responding, Noir’s arm loops around your midsection and pulls you in. Yes, he thinks to himself. It’s quick and sudden but you laugh as he does it, immediately snuggling into him. That makes his heart pound, your giddy laugh and loving motion. Your little body wiggles against his much sturdier frame, feeling the muscles beneath the thin fabric keeping you from feeling his skin. Huh, you’ve never felt his body like this before. Focusing on his touch, you’re able to feel the bulge of his bicep, the muscles in his forearm. His pectorals press against your back, the muscles in his stomach also prominent to you. He’s so strong, you think, becoming lost in your thoughts. I wish he’d always hold me.

Noir adjusts slightly, getting comfortable behind you. Tenderly, he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, his calming breaths fanning out over your shoulder and chest. It’s relaxing like this, feeling his weight pressing into you, his powerful body holding you, cuddling you. It makes you tingle with joy inside, knowing he feels the same way you do. It’s new but he likes this, really likes this. He likes the feeling of having you in his arms, your small and slightly shallow breaths, your smell right beneath his nose as he nuzzles into your neck. It’s soft, intimate, the things he’s now doing with you. And he wants to do more of this with you; if you let him, he’d do this every time he comes to see you.

[clxwnprinceofcrime]

(There is a plain, baby blue letter waiting for him on his desk that's addressed to him.) Dear Joker, I know this might be surprising coming from me of all people. As I tossed and I turned and I paced around, I can't seem to find the will in me to let this go, at least, not the way I expect to be. I want to make things right before we permanently part ways forever. Or else this will weigh in my heart for the rest of my life. You know how it is with me and guilt. ...

Joker... I did not lie when I said I pitied you. From what started as disgust and hatred grew into soft and fondness of your company, and... the longer we're apart I can say with full certainty that I hold held genuine feelings for you; it was just really hard to accept it from my end. Despite our mutual feelings, I think it would still be best that we never see each other again, mostly because I truly do think that you deserve someone better. Someone who truly does make you happy, not make you bathe in misery and heartbreak like I have. I do not feel worthy of you. Please do take care of yourself. I wish you a good life from here on out. Thank you for the memories, I know I'll cherish it as much as you have. Whenever I smile, I'll think fondly of you. - Azura

His hands shake as they grip harder onto the paper, his breathing is heavy and ragged in a way that almost seems feral. Slamming the note down, he balls his fist and grabs his hair. He attempts to catch his breath, the scene itself, frightening for its only observer. "..Sir, uh- She said it's best if you didn't send anything back. T..To leave it-"

"Did you hear her? What she wrote to me?" He asks.

The man behind him stands uncomfortably. "No, I just-"

He laughs, one that might have been fond to the author of the letter, but it certainly was no comfort to his henchmen.

"She loves me. She- She does love me, she... she was scared. Of course, of course. All of the pressure, the commitment. My sweets was always afraid of commitment." Joker stands, pushing the chair out and scrambling to his feet.

Jester flinches. "She-"

"Don't- don't act like you know her like I do. You've done your part, now you're going to do your job." He hisses through his teeth, that horrid smile on his face.

Jester shrinks, fighting whether or not he should do something about this. Help that poor girl one last time. She said she wanted him, she just couldn't make that choice. If he got in the way, what good would it do?

He slowly nods, stepping back to leave Joker to his own devices.

The clown watches the door close and he feels what was once despair become a vicious glee, his emotions swirling and drowning his mind till he could barely think. He falls and holds onto himself, so overcome with joy that it hurts. His eyes are manic and wild as he digs his hands into his arms until they begin to bleed. His head falls backwards and he lets out a cackle akin to a hyena after a wonderfully gory meal.

Ohhhhh, Azura.. You won't have to worry for long.

This guy's in loooove with youuuu.

[ambersgems]

Bonded - Part 4 - Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Soulmate AU where you can feel your soulmate's emotions. When you meet, usually their name appears on your wrist.

A/N: The next part will probably be an epilogue, if I decide to post another part. Any feedback is appreciated! I also would love requests for anything Dean, Chris Evans characters, or Sebastian Stan characters! It can be blurbs, drabbles, or longer!

ALSO Huge thank you to @imaginedreamwrite for reading a first draft of this lol

Word Count: 2.1K

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Reader’s POV

This time you woke up slowly. Your eyelids felt heavy as you tried your best to open them. Once you were finally able to pry them open, you realized that you weren’t alone. Your head rested on top of a thick chest, rising and falling slowly. Your eyes lazily flickered up to see Dean’s face, his eyes closed as he seemingly slept. Suddenly you were much more awake once you realized the position you were in. Your body was half on top of his, his left thigh in between both of yours, while you laid on top of him. He also had an arm around you. It was oddly peaceful to be like this. You felt an overwhelming sense of protection, which wasn’t something you were used to.

You were careful not to move as you took a look around, not wanting to wake him up. You recognized that you were in your own apartment, but confused as to how you got in here. The last thing you remembered was passing out in Dean’s arms as he was getting out of your car. It seemed like for the millionth time in the last 24 hours you had so many questions running through your mind as to what was happening. Why had you gotten so sick so suddenly? How did you get into your apartment? What did it mean to be “bonded” to Dean? Why was his soulmate mark on his chest instead of his wrist? What are these things that you supposedly didn’t know about yourself?

Slowly, Dean began to stir underneath you. Your cheeks heat up as his green orbs open and land on your face. “Uh, I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for you to have to carry me or to lay on you like this - God this is embarrassing,” you mumble under your breath, squirming as you tried to shift off of the tall man. His arm around your waist only tightened, his fingers splayed against your back and holding you in place. You hear him grunt.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he grumbles, keeping you tightly pressed to him. “I already had to deal with the fact that you slid part of the way off me in your sleep, had you right on top when we first laid down, but you slid off and I didn’t want to wake you,” he grunts. 

You raise your eyebrows at him. “Someone’s a stage 5 clinger, huh?” you ask, trying your best to hold in a giggle. 

He gives you a fake look of shock, “I’ll have you know, I only cling to the people I love,” he says softly, melting your heart instantly. You lift your face and turn your head so that you can look at him better, noticing the freckles that dusted his nose and cheeks, causing you to smile. “Why’d you wake up? I was trying to be as still as possible,” you ask.

“You might have been still, sweetheart, but I could feel your anxiety picking up. The tightness in your chest woke me up,” he says gently, lifting his other arm to brush some hair from your face, settling his hand on the side of your face. 

You frown as you realize you were the reason why he woke up and it only deepens when you remember why you were having the anxiety in the first place. 

“I deserve to know what’s going on,” you state simply.

He sighs, but nods his head in agreement. “I’ll answer any questions you have.”

“First of all, how did we get into my apartment?” you question.

“Of all of the things to ask first?” he laughs, but continues, “I carried you up to your apartment, which I got your apartment number from the mailbox downstairs that had your last name on it. And, well, in my line of work you get pretty good at picking locks,” he says with a shrug.

You squint your eyes at him when he laughs at you, but know that if it ever came to you fighting this man, you’d undoubtedly lose.

“Tell me about the bond. I want to know why your soulmate mark is on your chest. Why is mine on my wrist if yours is on your chest? It doesn’t make sense,” you mutter, the crease in your forehead forming.

“It doesn’t make sense because you don’t know the lore, but I will give the best explanation that I can. What I can’t explain, I will give you the books I’ve read for you to look at,” he says gently, watching you as you nod your head, waiting for him to continue.

“Because we’re bonded soulmates, my mark is on my chest, over my heart. Yours is on your wrist over vital veins. Both are in locations that if they were attempted to be removed, we would bleed out and die,” he says, beginning his explanation.

“But why the different locations?” you ask.

“Mine is over my heart… because you are my source of heart. You are heavily connected to my emotions. You are able to help me regulate them, and it hurts you deeply when my heart is hurt. Yours is over your wrist, due to the location of the veins, but also on the arm because I am your source of strength. I provide you with emotional strength but also a physical one. We are both completely interconnected with the emotional and physical.”

His hand gently strokes through your hair, and you can feel the emotion in his words as well as see the adoration in his eyes.

“Which is why you got sick earlier,” he says with a sigh. “I tried my best not to overwhelm you, and I thought I was doing well, but then when I started talking about losing you… I got so scared… and then you felt it,” he says shaking his head, and you knew he felt guilty.

“Now that we have met, our bond is almost completely formed. Which means that our connection is even stronger. Since I am your sense of strength, when I feel emotionally weak, it causes you to become physically weak, and in some cases physical pain. When you become physically weak or have any type of physical pain, I will emotionally not be able to withstand it, and I will feel it,” he says gently, swallowing thickly before continuing.

“The only way to help you when you have an attack like that is for me to be with you, to be as close as possible. It helps to restore your strength and balance out my emotions. This is also why we can’t separate now that we are together, Y/N. It would literally kill both of us.” 

You did your best to absorb everything that he was saying to you. It was insane to think that you now would depend on Dean for your actual life now. You tug your bottom lip between your teeth, feeling him squeeze you gently. You knew he was trying to help you with your own emotions, he just didn’t know how.

When you didn’t say anything, Dean spoke up again. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and I’m sure you still have a lot of questions, but Y/N you have to know that the bond we have… it’s rare. You are rare. This will put you in danger at times. Especially since you are bonded to me. I’m not exactly a celebrated figure in the supernatural world, or hell even the natural one,” he practically whispered to you. 

You did your best to keep yourself steady, continuing to chew on your lip, eventually speaking up. “I-” you start, but aren’t sure what to say exactly.

“I… Dean, I trust you. I have faith in you. I believe you will keep me safe. If that’s what you say is true, then I have no reason to doubt you will protect me like you say you will,” you say softly, bringing one of your hands up to his chest, slowly drawing circles around. You feel your cheeks warm as you finally realize that he wasn’t wearing a shirt.

He must’ve noticed your shyness, smirking slightly. “Skin to skin contact helps the most, sweetheart,” he winks. “I took my t-shirt off, but I only changed you out of your dress pants, I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”

You nodded slightly, continuing to run your fingers over his chest. Despite all of the relatively insane news that you had gotten today, you had never felt more settled in your life than in that moment, just laying with him in bed.

Dean’s POV

You were gorgeous, and somehow more understanding than he ever thought possible. He knew he would never be able to live without you now. Not only because of what the legend said, but because he truly felt it. He watched you as you trailed your fingers over his chest, loving the feeling of your hands on his bare skin.

He smirks as he notices you lost in your thoughts, deciding to surprise you. He swiftly grips your hips with both of his hands, tossing you underneath him and holding himself above you with a grin. He couldn’t help the smile that formed when he heard you squeal in surprise. He gently places a kiss on your right cheek, then your left before pulling back and looking at you again, loving the shyness he could sense coming from you. He liked teasing you. He couldn’t help the feelings that were coursing through his body, and he knew you felt them too.

“What did you mean when you said that our bond was almost complete?” he hears you ask, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He smirks as he looks down at you, “Well sweetheart, that calls for you and I to become one, bonded, if you will,” he reveals, his lips landing on your jaw as he slowly lowers his body on top of yours. He can feel the goosebumps forming on your skin, his hand skimming down your arm. 

He watches you nod your head. “Once it’s complete, what happens?” 

“There’s no going back. You and I are together forever. The bond will only get stronger if we complete it, and you won’t be able to take it back. I am past the Age of Choice already, sweetheart. I think you’ve probably figured that out by now. But you are younger it seems, how old are you?”

“I’m 24. I have 8 months left,” you whisper.

“We’ve met before you had a choice, then,” he whispers softly, his mind racing a bit. He felt bad, you deserved to be able to choose. You shouldn’t have to be stuck with him. But he also knew it didn’t matter, bonded soulmates never had a choice once they had met. It might actually kill him if you left him.

“Sweetheart, I’m not asking for anything from you now. I’m not, but I have to let you know. The bond must be completed before you reach the Age of Choice. Otherwise, it is seen as a rejection of me, which means it might literally kill you or me, or both of us,” he admits, biting his lip.

“I don’t want you to feel pressured-”

“We should complete it now.”

“What?” his eyes widen in shock.

“Unless you don’t want to. I understand if not…” you trail off, and he could sense the insecurity in your voice, feel it in his own chest.

“Of course you don’t. I don’t know what I was thinking, we just met. And I’m sure I’m not - I’m not exactly your type,” you speak up again, cutting your own self off. “I could feel it before when you were with other people - which is fine, I get it. I didn’t expect you to wait for me, but uh- I did - wait I mean, and I don’t know why I just assumed you’d want to do that because I know there are some soulmates who are strictly platonic. God - I can be such an idiot sometimes, I mean you haven’t even kissed me on the lips for God’s sake-”

He couldn’t take the rambling anymore, his lips were on yours. It was gentle at first, just feeling you against him, but the longer he felt your lips against him the more he couldn’t hold back. It was still slow, but sensual, his lips moved against yours for a while before trailing down your jawline. Slow, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

“There is no one, no one, I would ever want more than you. We will complete this bond, and you’ll never know anyone’s body but mine, because - You. Are. Mine. Forever,” he whispers against your skin, pulling back and staring into your eyes, brushing his nose against yours. He could feel your heart racing within his own.

“Bonded. Forever.” He states determinedly.

Tagged by Request: @imaginedreamwrite @suckitands33 @chase-porter @hobby27 @sarahgracej @deansbxtchboy

[pixie-nymph]

Riddle me this:

NSFW

EDWARD NASHTON x F! READER (you’re catwoman lol)

Okay this is my first post here lol please bear with me idk how to navigate everything 😭

Also yea I know the story is a bit cringe I got carried away lmfao

Plot: you are catwoman and you find yourself conflicted as to who your true enemies really are when you fall right into the lap of the most notorious serial killer in gotham

Warnings!!: 18+ CONTENT, MINORS DNI, riddlerxreader, smut, violence, mentioning of blood/bruises, maledom?, powerplay, suggested femdom, violent language, mentioning of gun use, unprotected sex, suggested overstim, enemies to lovers kinda??

Word count 11k (11139, its a juicy one )

The rain poured down down in a thick, almost suffocating way. Clouds glooming over gotham, coating the city in a dark layer of doom once again.

The city has been in chaos. A masked vigilante similar to you, was roaming the streets, yet he was more arrogant and self righteous. The Batman. People would call him. You were only doing this for a couple of weeks now. Saving people and especially animals was a hidden passion of yours. All those years hiding in your apartment just watching how the city was falling apart. You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to take matters into your own hands. And if Bat Boy could do it, so could you. Tonight was a quiet one.

You were standing in the tower on 21st, looking for your next hustle. The next person in need. The next stray to pick up and take home.

A sudden noise made you turn on your heels, ducking down almost grinding your nails into the concrete pillar.

“Bad kitty” a deep husky voice coming from the back of the roof. Barely noticeable. “Tsk tsk tsk"

You jolt up trying to squint your eyes to further investigate the darkness.

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with fire?” the voice started to get closer, louder.

Thick, heavy boots made their way to you, dragging the wetness from outside over the hard concrete floor.

“Who’s there?” You yelled, still not being able to make out the figure who was now barely a couple feet away from you.

“Here’s a Riddle for you.” His voice darkened, “I am one with one to spare, lest I lose eight. I'm not a number. What am I?”

Suddenly it became clear who was standing in the tower with you. Your heart started to pound out of your chest, almost as if it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Riddler” you stuttered, mostly whispering it to yourself.

“Wrong aaanswer.” He chuckled. He was finally close enough so you could make out his figure. A thick dark mask covering his head. The translucent glasses sitting on top of it, adorned in raindrops which were trickling down the thick green vinyl covering his entirety.

Your eyes widened.

In one swift motion you tried pouncing at him, but he had other plans. Stopping you in your tracks, he held what it seemed like a detonator up into the air.

“I wouldn’t go any further.” He threatened, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“What did you do?” You exclaimed.

“Just a little surprise for your cats at home.” His mask moving ever so slightly, told you that he was grinning underneath it.

Tears started streaming down your face, soaking your own cloth mask. The costume you had sewn yourself in the middle of your living room, surrounded by your flock of felines, suddenly felt tight. Suffocating your whimpers, you wiped the tears away. “Don’t fuck with my cats.” You said sternly.

You took every ounce of courage you had and tried to grab the detonator out of his left hand. Yet he stopped you once again in your tracks, grabbing your throat, firmly holding you in place, lifting you up from the ground. You grabbed his arm, digging your claws into the thick sleeve of his coat, trying to scratch away at his hand around your throat.

“You really need to control your emotions better, miss kitty.” He snarled at you, tightening his grip.

“P-please” you managed to get out a breathy word. “Don’t hurt them” you whimpered.

“Awe look at you pleading for mercy.” His grip on your throat still tightening with every breath you took. He was way bigger in person than what he looked like on his streams. His hand almost encompassed your entire throat.

“I’d do anything please.” You shakily got out. Slowly the room spinning around you, everything turned into a haze.You felt your last bit of air escaping your lungs.

“Anything you say?”

He let go of your throat, letting your exhausted body plummet to the hard concrete floor.

You took a huge breath in, your larynx still sore from the sheer force of his hand. The room was still spinning while you tried to compose yourself.

But not too long after, two hands lifted you up from the floor, smashing your backside into the concrete pillar. The cold stone sent shivers down your spine, hitting your head ever so slightly.

His face was merely inches from yours and you still hadn’t caught your breath at all. You tried to fight him off but the lack of oxygen in your body made your attempt to wiggle out of his grasp look futile at best. His green eyes staring at you through the thick clear acrylic of his glasses.

“You’d do anything for your strays?” He growled.

Still struggling to find your voice, you nodded. Tears now streaming down your face again. You didn’t know what it was, if it was your pleading or the sheer randomness of this situation but he let go, disabling the detonator.

“You would make a great sidekick one day” he laughed.

You pushed him off of you now.

“I would never help you, you sick son of a bitch” your voice barely even there.

You jolted forward in pain, hunching over coughing your lungs out. When you looked up you suddenly were alone again. Where did he go? Should you go after him?

The cats. You jumped down the tower holding on to the steel ropes the construction workers had attached to the scaffolding. Hitting the ground with barely any noise you ran to the back of the building and hopped onto your bike. Surely you must have ran a thousand stop signs on your way home and almost crashed into a semi turning to the corner of your street.

Rushing up your apartment you stopped at the door. What if he wired the place? You turned the knob ever so slightly. No other mechanical noises. Opening the door ever so slightly one of your cats already pushed its way out into the hallway. You kneeled down and petted his head. “Oh paulie.” you cooed. “What would I do without you?” You now opened the door to your apartment. Nothing seemed out of place. Only a singular rose adorning your coffee table standing in the middle of your apartment.

“A cat.” Read the note. The answer to his riddle. 9 lives. Of course.

You turned around frantically, scanning the apartment for clues or traps. Nothing. The coast was clear. You tore the mask off your head and let yourself plop down onto your couch, leaning your head back. Your throat ached, your body drenched in adrenaline sweat and rain. Paulie sat down on your lap knowing he couldn’t be there for long. You needed a long warm shower after this hell of a night.

Shortly after stepping out of the bathroom you fed the cats and flopped into bed. You gripped onto your sheets, the cats crawling into bed with you. What if he comes back? Was the last thought before you drifted off to sleep.

Days went by. Nothing. Still nothing. You never heard of him again. The occasional news channel broadcasting his streams would send shivers down your spine. He could have killed you right then and there. Why didn’t he?

You fought off the occasional robber, predator or drug dealer. Nothing too hot. You wanted to help people, not just aimlessly getting yourself in trouble. This time though, it seemed like you bit off more than you can chew.

It was Friday night and you sat down in your favourite bar. Just enjoying your drink while simultaneously scanning the crowds. You noticed the TV. They were broadcasting him again.

“Hey vinnie can you turn it up a bit?” You asked the bartender.

“Sure thing y/n” he went to grab the remote.

“Everyone will find out what kind of city gotham really is. This great deal of change? Change? The only real change is happening behind the main stage.”

His words ever so slightly muffled by the mask. The thick, green vinyl mask. You instinctively put your hand on your throat. The bruises still adorning your skin ever so slightly.

“In these trying times, just remember. Your loved ones are only a phone call away.”

With that the picture cut out and it was back to normal broadcasting.

Suddenly your cell phone started to ring, almost causing you to spill your drink over the entire bar.

Fishing for your phone in your purse you finally got ahold of it. “Unknown caller ID” the big bold letters staring at you.

Shakily you accepted the call.

“Hello Kitty.” A familiar voice echoing through the speaker.

“How did you get my-“ he cut you off.

“Don’t worry about that right now. How about you come help me with a task?”

“Help you? Are you out of your goddamn mind?” You hissed through the phone, already gathering your things, making your way outside.

“Its a juicy one, what do you say?” He teased you.

“I told you I wouldn’t help you.” Your voice was shaking.

“Fine, then how about you help your batty little boyfriend?” He laughed.

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Once again your tone was sharp and stern.

“Fine by me. Just let him die with all the drop heads in the building then.” The call disconnected. Fuck.

As much as you couldn’t stand Batman, the drops rings were getting out of control and you wanted to get to the bottom of it. How would you even know where to go? The iceberg lounge. Would it be worth the risk going back there? You waited tables there not too long ago but quit once you felt like things were getting out of hand. Waitresses disappearing only to turn back up dead in alleyways. You had to go. Jumping on your bike you raced there, quickly changing into your suit next to the back entrance.

Now or never. You opened the door ever so slightly to take a peek at what was going on. The club was..empty? Only the music blaring loud as always. What was this some kind of sick joke of his? Suddenly you heard loud metal clanking coming from inside. You pushed your way inside, staying in the dark corners of the hallway. Apparently not dark enough.

“I got one” a tall man grabbed you from behind, yelling out into the room, the music muffling his tone.

“Huh would you look at that.” The music stopped. A familiar voice filled up the room. “These goddamn vigilantes are ruining the business.” A man snarled.

“Put her with the other one.” You tried to wiggle out of the mans grasp but soon he had a pistol pointed at your neck, pushing it into your skin.

“Let me go” you hissed.

“Oh we got a fiesty one” the man growled.

“Show her to me Giovanni.” The man dragged you into the middle of the room, dim spotlights only showing you so much. The penguin. His gold tooth gave him away in an instant.

“Pretty little thing. What could we do with this one?” He said in a dark tone, lifting your chin with his index finger.

You spat at him, earning a slap across the face not long after.

“Take that bitch away.” He snarled. “Throw her with the other one.” Batman must be here too then.

The man guided you harshly to another room within the establishment. A cellar room with almost no lighting. He threw you onto the cold stone floor.

“Don’t even try to escape.” He threatened you shortly after slamming the door. You tried banging against the door, trying to get it to open. Not a chance.

“Don’t waste your breath.” You heard a dark voice, echoing through the room. “Hello?” You stuttered. No one seemed to be in here with you.

“I’m in the next room.” The vent on your left side. You finally noticed where the noise came from. Sliding across the floor you dug your nails behind the dusty metal, ripping it off the wall, peeking through the hole in the wall. Batman.

“How did they get you?” You asked sheepishly.

“They threatened to kill the mayor’s son. This drops shit is getting out of hand. They will do anything to stay in the business.” He scoffed.

“But what have we got to do with all of this?” You asked.

“We go after bad guys that work for them, go figure.” He ridiculed you.

“How are we gonna get out of here?” You asked, your tone growing more concerned.

“Worry about yourself sweetheart.” He scoffed again. What an asshole. Suddenly the sprinklers activated.

“Oh what the fuck.” You yelled. With no detectable drainage anywhere the room was filling up fairly quickly with water. Soon it was pooling around your ankles. It stopped.

“Are you gonna fucking drown us??” You yelled out. No answer.

“Calm down. They’re trying to toy with us so we back off.” Batman said in his familiar dark voice.

You scoffed. What an asshole.

This spiel went on for hours. Soon the room was filled up to your thighs. The water felt ice cold around your legs and there was no leverage to hold on to to escape it. Standing up for hours in freezing cold water wore you out pretty quickly. It must have been the middle of the night. You leaned your back against the wall hoping it would be over soon. After what seemed like an eternity, the door flung open, draining the water out of the room, tearing you down with the current. Exhausted you laid on the wet floor when two sets of arms pulled you up and carelessly dragged you into another room. You were abruptly thrown onto a chair, your hands tied behind your back, your ankles tied to the legs. The men stood next to you awaiting the next person to join them. To your surprise, two people entered the room, one more familiar than the other. No. It couldn’t be.

“Missed me?” You heard the familiar muffled voice through the thick vinyl of his mask.

“Oh you two have been acquainted?” The penguin asked curiously. The penguin and the riddler? What sense does this all make?

“We ran into each other once or twice.” He chuckled, closing the door behind him.

“What now boss?” One of the strange men next to you asked.

“Well we’re gonna make her purr don’t you think?” The penguin turned his head to the riddler. He nodded in agreement.

One of the men next to you slapped you across the face.

“Who do you work for? The city? The mayor?” The penguin hissed.

"Nobody." You scoffed, spitting blood out of your mouth.”

“You’re telling me you don’t work with the cops?” The Penguin scoffed.

“No you old bastar-“ another hit to your face, this time with the back of a gun, splitting open the skin on your forehead. You felt warm blood running down your eyebrow.

“Now explain to me this then sweetheart” the penguin took a couple steps towards you, “how does the police know about our drops shipment you so rudely interrupted last week taking out one of our men?”

Fuck. That was his man? You thought it was just some random dealer you took out.

“I- I don’t know.” You spat out blood again.

He motioned one of the guys to do something again.

The guy grabbed you from the back by the jaw and held a knife to your throat, pressing into your skin only enough to make it sting.

The riddler now formed his hands into fists.

Suddenly a loud noise echoed in the hallway making you flinch. The knife on your throat was quickly removed, almost making you think he dragged it across too fast while removing the blade, making you bleed. The penguin and his companions went out of the room to check on what it was. The Riddler stayed in the room with you. His eyes fixated on you. You glared at him as he stepped closer. “And so we meet again”

He chuckled.

“You lured me into a trap.” You snarled at him. He grabbed your jaw and pushed your head back so that you had to look up at him. Getting really close to your face again he said “You took the bait. Did you want to see me again?” He grinned. Mustering your face he frowned at your wounds. Taking a closer look at your neck he dragged his finger across your clavicle up to your chin, smearing the small amount of blood over your skin.

“Did they hurt you too bad?” He sounded concerned all of a sudden.

“I-“ suddenly shots could be heard in the hallway, illuminating the corridor for a split second before the fire stopped. The riddler rushed to the door to close and lock it. You were trapped with a psychopath. Completely helpless and tied to a chair. He seemed frantic, almost like he suddenly didn’t know what to do. He didn’t seem as confident anymore. Glancing over to you now giving you a questioning look he motioned you to stay quiet. The door flung open with a brutal amount of force and an unfamiliar armed man tried to tackle the riddler before being shot in the back by another dark figure you couldn’t quite make out.

You tried to get out of your cuffs, tearing at them, almost making your skin bleed. Riddler saw what you were trying to do and stopped you in your tracks, holding down your hands. The man entered the room and frantically asked “what about her? Let’s just kill that bitch. We need to get out of here.”

Your eyes met the riddlers and you were almost pleading for help at this point.

“No I don’t think so.” The riddler snapped back at him.

“What is wrong with you?” The man hissed at him. Taking his big rifle, he pointed it right at you.

“I’m not done with her.” The riddler snarled.

“I don’t care about your little personal agenda.” The man snarled and stormed past him to get to you. “We’re being attacked right now, lets get this over with.” The man still had his rifle pointed at you.

“I said NO.” The riddlers tone was stern and he was almost yelling when you heard the metallic cocking of a gun being loaded.

Suddenly everything went black. This was it. They shot you. You’re dead. You felt yourself falling over in the chair, your head hitting the cold and wet concrete floor.

The last thing you heard was a clanking sound from someone messing with your handcuffs.

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I had been watching her for weeks. She was new to the scene and surely she must know me. I always got so excited thinking about whether she watches my streams or not. I didn’t mean to lure her into this. I only meant for her to get scared. I didn’t know the intentions of the penguin. When I thought he wanted to eradicate the vigilantes I didn’t think he would just kill them in cold blood.

I couldn’t bear to look at her in this moment. Her face beaten in. Blood adorning her skin. The bruises I left on her barely faded. The light of my desk lamp, barely illuminating the room in my apartment. After the guy tried to kill her I don’t know what happened. Something just switched within me. I had to get her out of there. No shots were fired luckily but they did bash her head in pretty hard. I just hope she wakes up soon. What if she doesn’t? I don’t know how this is going to go.

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You could barely open your eyes. The headache you had was unbearable and the room was already spinning before you could even get a good look at where you were. Slowly blinking your way into the light you realized you weren’t in the cellar anymore. You were laying on something soft, yet cold. Like a leather couch. Jolting up you realized you also were not wearing your soaking wet clothes anymore, but an old giant shirt you didn’t recognise. Your head was pounding.

“Finally awake are we?” A far too familiar voice echoed through your head. No. It couldn’t be.

You looked around the room to see a dark figure in the corner of the room that wasn’t very well lit. You squint your eyes, holding your head. The blood had dried on your skin, flaking off into your hands.

“Where- where am I?” You barely managed to get out. Were you even safe here? “Am I safe?” You whimpered.

“That depends. Are you going to behave?” The dark figure asked out of the darkness of the corner. You were very sure of who he was. Being absolutely strung out and beyond exhausted from your wounds you didn’t really have much of a choice but to comply. “I don’t have much of a choice here do I?” You scoffed.

Finally he stepped into the light. “No I think you don’t.” He held a cigarette up to his mouth and took a long drag before putting it out in an ashtray on his desk. The voice matched who you were imagining but the face? No mask? No thick green vinyl and cling wrap? Only the thick framed acrylic glasses were adorning his face this time. His face.

“Are you going to kill me?” You asked sheepishly.

“Now why would I let you off that easily?” His tone darkened.

“Because now I know what you look like.” You snarled.

Throwing the blanket off of you, you jolted up from the couch, trying to quickly scan the room to escape through the next door you find. Only your body had other plans. Your head was pounding so hard it made you dizzy and you managed to barely take two steps before tumbling to the ground, scattering magazines all over the floor in a weak attempt to hold onto a table.

He quickly rushed over to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, ever so slightly trying to lift you up . “Are you okay?” His tone sounded extremely concerned. You pushed him off very quickly. “What the fuck is your deal, let me go.” You hissed at him. His expression changed and suddenly he seemed disappointed at the words you were throwing at him. He distanced himself. His brown locks were hanging thick onto his forehead as if he just came out of the shower. You could smell the cigarette smoke on him but also the freshness of his shower gel. You looked up at him, tears forming in your eyes.

“Wha- what are you going to do with me?” You whimpered, trying to crawl backwards into a corner. You didn’t even want to imagine his next twisted, evil plan he had for you. Was he going to use you as bait? Or use you for a detonator like he did with the old mayor?

“Nothing I promise. I-“ he sighed “I just didn’t want them to kill you. I’m not done with you.” His tone got dark again.

You were holding your knees close to your body burying your face in them. The wounds on your face stung ever so slightly. He got closer to you again. You grabbed the next thing you could find, a remote control and pointed it at him.

“Don’t you dare touch me.” You threatened.

“Or what, are you gonna turn me off?” He laughed. His smile actually looked fairly nice. You never saw his mouth behind the mask. It looked kind of adorable. What? You must’ve really hit your head way too hard. The riddler? Adorable? Not in any lifetime of yours. He slowly grabbed the remote control out of your hand. “Let go, please let me explain.” He pleaded.

You hesitantly loosened your grip and he put the remote onto a table next to you.

“Listen, you’re hurt. Can I at least help you before you attack me again?” He said, now in a much softer tone. You were hurting pretty bad and again you were terrified of him. You basically had no choice but to again, comply.

“Fine.” You sniffed, wiping your nose. He put out his hand to help you up.

“After this, its back to mortal enemies I promise, I just want to fight fair.” He chuckled. You smiled. Hey stop that. He’s not funny. You slowly put your hand into his, his hand completely encompassing yours. They were huge compared to your hands. Several of your nails had broken off as well. With a swift yet controlled motion, he hoisted you up from the floor. Ashamed of the lack of clothing in your body, you tried to pull down the shirt you had on. The shirt. How did you even get into that?

“Where is my suit?” You hissed, looking up at him, tugging on the fabric adorning your body.

“Okay now, calm down, it's in the bathroom on the heater to dry. You were completely soaked.”

“You undressed me??” You yelled at him, the pressure making your head ache even more.

“You still have your underwear on, I didn’t look!!” He threw his hands up in protest. You glared at him. At this point you were so done with this bullshit of a situation.

“Okay well could I possibly get some pants?” You stared at the floor in embarrassment. Your face completely flushed at the thought that he stripped you out of your suit.

“Of course.” He tried to put a hand on your shoulder, but you pulled away. Your skin was on fire. His disposition changed once again from a compassionate smile to a disappointed frown.

“Don’t.” You put your hands out. Everything hurt and the only thing you wanted right now is to go home to your cats.

“Okay, no touching, got it.” He turned around to go to the other room. This is your chance to get out. But making a couple steps trying to be as quiet as possible you knew you wouldn’t even make it to the next block. You didn’t even know where you were. Let alone what time of day it was. You looked around the room. It looked quite messy, blueprints, sketches and little camcorders everywhere. There is was. His Mask. On his desk. You slowly walked towards it lifting your hand to touch it when a door behind you was shut.

“Hey I found some- what are you doing?” He glared at you. Your feet shuffled your weight from one to the other.

“I was just- I”

“You were trying to snoop around.” He accused you. Swiftly coming towards you, his feet heavy on the carpeted floor of his apartment, he stopped right in front of you.

His green eyes were looking down on you, you couldn’t hold eye contact whatsoever so you just looked away. His hand grabbed your jaw “Don’t. Touch. Anything. Without permission.” He spat at you through his teeth. Your eyes widened in shock and pain at the same time. Noticing that he was hurting you he let go instantly. “Sorry.” You whispered. He held out a pair of navy blue sweatpants.

“If you want to wash up, the bathroom is down the hall to the left. Yell if you need anything.” You nodded and grabbed the pants. With your legs shaking you made your way to the bathroom. His apartment was actually not half bad. A big bathtub right in the middle of the bathroom instantly caught your eye. That would be heavenly right now.

You put the sweatpants on the toilet seat and took off the shirt he put on you. Nirvana. Nice. At least he had good taste. He didn’t lie, your underwear was still completely in tact and on your body, if anything just a bit wet still. You stepped out of your panties and took off your sports bra. Or well, tried very hard to get out of it. But taking off a sports bra was a task in itself let alone a wet one. Your shoulder hurt from you hitting the ground and you just couldn’t get it off of your body. No way you were asking him for help. You were gonna die trying. You noticed a pair of hair cutting shears on his sink. This was the only solution right now. You turned on the water to fill the tub. Next to it were actually a bunch of oils and soap so you just put whatever into the water. Anything to relax now.

The water soon turned a milky purple color. You were still determined to get out of your bra. Taking the shears, you cut your bra right down the front so you could just take it off like a jacket. You threw it on the floor. The tub was almost full now so you turned off the water and slowly dipped your leg into the warm water. You had several scratches and wounds all over your body, so it stung getting into the tub. You hissed between your teeth and let your body slowly glide down into the water. You leaned your head back, quickly realizing that was a bad idea since you got dizzy straight away. Maybe a bath wasn’t the most wise thing to choose right now. You took a sponge from the edge of the tub and began lightly scrubbing off the dirt and blood off your skin, quickly turning the water into an unpleasant color.

“The towels are under the sink!” He yelled through the door making you jump.

“Uh thanks!” You yelled back. Jeez can he leave you alone already? “I think I can figure out a bathroom on my own” you mumbled to yourself.

You tried to relax your body as much as you could but given the fact you were in the apartment of the most notorious serial killer of the city right now, relaxing wasn’t really an option here. Especially with how vulnerable you still were. What would happen once you came out of the bathroom? What were his plans? Did he really think you would believe him when he said he wants to play fair? So many thoughts rushed through your head. And now you’ve seen his face. His face. His rounded cheekbones, his pink lips forming the perfect little smile and his big nose. He looked way less intimidating than you imagined. Not as.. disheveled as you thought. You let yourself soak in your thoughts for a little while longer until the water wasn’t as warm anymore. Slowly you tried lifting yourself out of the tub, groaning in pain.

“Everything okay in there?” You heard from outside the door. Jeez overbearing much?

“Yes I’m fine.” You hissed at him. Pulling the plug of the tub the dirty water started to slowly go down the drain.

You tried to hold onto anything you found for leverage. Opening the cabinet under the sink you were expecting towels. It was empty. Is he serious? Was this some kind of sick joke?

“Hey.. uhm.. Riddler?” That was the only name you knew to call him.

“Yes?” Again, coming from right outside the door.

“There are no towels.” You yelled back, your voice growing weaker the more you spoke. Your throat was still sensitive.

You heard a muffled “fuck” coming from behind the bathroom door.

“I must’ve forgotten to put them back, give me a second.” You sat down onto the bathmat. Suddenly you heard the front door open and close.

Did he just leave?

Was this an actual chance to escape now? You got up, opening the door and peeking out. At least you weren’t incredibly dizzy anymore. Nobody was there, not a noise to be heard. You slowly stepped out of the bathroom, only a lit cigarette remained in the ashtray next to the desk. The smoke fading into nothingness. You slowly made your way to the couch, grabbing the blanket and wrapping yourself up in it. You still hadn’t cleaned your face and you could smell the iron on your skin. Your feet leaving wet prints on the carpet you stepped towards what you thought to be the front door. Trying to wiggle the doorknob you noticed it was locked. Fuck. You heard steps from inside the stairwell and you hustled back to the bathroom, almost tripping on the magazines you spilled earlier. You dropped the blanket in hopes he wouldn’t notice anything and rushed back into the bathroom closing the door behind you.

The front door unlocked and he stepped back into the apartment stopping in his tracks. The footprints.

“That bitch.” He hissed. You heard his footsteps coming closer to the bathroom and the door flung open. You tried to cover anything that was possible with your hands, backing yourself into the wall.

“What the fuck were you trying to do huh?” He yelled at you, rushing towards you. You have never felt so exposed and vulnerable in your life.

“I-I’m sorry. Get OUT!” You tried not to die of embarrassment. He was out of breath, his glasses slid down his nose, his hair in a mess. Not moving back a single inch, he held up the towel to you. Never breaking eye contact, he said in his familiar dark tone “I told you we’re playing fair. Accept it or suffer the consequences.”

“Consequences?” You looked up at him, fear forming a knot in your stomach. Still being completely naked in front of him with him towering over you was terrifying.

“Yes. Now clean yourself up.” He pointed to your face and shoved the towel onto you. He whined at the sight of your injuries.

Finally being able to cover yourself you wrapped the towel around you as tightly as possible. He kept looking at you with this pained expression.

“Don’t you dare pity me now.” You spat at him. “You were the one who got me into this mess” you scoffed and moved past him towards the mirror and sink.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen.” He looked ashamed. Glancing at you through the mirror you turned around to face him.

“Well what now? What is this? Fair play? Letting the enemy use your bathroom? A person you hate?” You sneered at him.

“No one said anything about hate.” Your brows furrowed.

“You don’t hate me?” You were seriously questioning your sanity right about now.

“No.” He stepped closer to you. Yes you now had a towel around you, yet the vulnerability remained with how he towered over you.

You backed into the sink as much as you can, not lifting your gaze for one second.

“I actually admire you. Your drive. It's astonishing, given your size.” He mocked you.

“My size??” You slapped his arm. Shocked at your action, he instinctively grabbed your wrist, making you jump. Gasping for air, you leaned back, grabbing onto your towel even harder, almost making another nail break off. You instinctively reached for the hair cutting scissors on the edge of the sink but they were swiftly ripped out of your hands by him.

“I’m sorry. Wash up now.” He just said in a cold tone. He left the bathroom. You honestly didn’t even know if this was reality anymore. Were you dreaming? If so this was definitely the time to wake up now.

You turned around to take a look at yourself in the mirror. Wow you really looked like shit. The blood dripped down your entire face. You had a cut right above your eyebrow and a little wound right on the crown of your head. Your throat was ever so slightly slit, nothing major luckily. You turned on the tap and washed your face with some cold refreshing water. The water turned a crimson color running down the drain. He must have some bandaids somewhere. You opened the cabinets yet no bandaids or anything remotely comparable. You grabbed some moisturizer and at least tended to your dry skin on your face and legs. They were pretty scratched up from being thrown around so much. You slipped into the clothes he gave you and hung up the towel. What would happen if you opened the door now? Would he tower over you again? Try to intimidate you? Fuck around and find out you thought to yourself. You slowly opened the door and slipped out into the living room. He was sitting at his desk, finishing his cigarette.

“All done?” He said without even turning around.

“Uhm yea. Do you happen to have some bandages?” You asked in a subdued tone.

He quickly turned around looking at you. Your head was still slightly bleeding.

“Come over here.” He commanded you. You slowly made your way towards the desk. “I don’t bite.” No he didn’t?

He motioned you to lean down a bit so he could get a better look at your head.

“Doesn’t look like you need stitches kitty.” He whispered. He turned back around towards his desk and opened a drawer to his righthand side, rummaging through it. It looked like a bunch of medical equipment. Did he have to stitch himself up often?

“Here.” He held up a bunch of bandages.

“Thanks.” You gladly accepted and swiftly grabbed them out of his hands, making your way back to the bathroom.

“I have a magnifying mirror right here wait.” He stopped you in your tracks, his tone still ice cold. Did you offend him? “So you can actually see what you’re doing” he followed up. He set up the mirror next to him and he went back to what he was doing.

Leaning over slightly to be able to see yourself in the mirror you opened the bandages. These were some medical grade type shit. Not just the normal type you can rip open. You looked at it a couple of times, wondering how this weird shape would adhere to your face. He noticed you struggling and chuckled.

“Never seen a bandaid before?” He mocked you.

“Of course I have…just not.. those.” You admitted they looked rather strange.

“Okay fine let me help.” He tapped on his lap. No way you were sitting on this man. You shook your head.

“Fine, I’ll just watch you struggle then.” You pouted at him. Ugh whatever. You sat on the very edge of his knee. He pulled you in a bit, making your heart skip a beat. This was all too strange. He picked up the bandaid and carefully placed it against the skin above your brow. His face was painfully close to yours. You tried not to look at him, closing your eyes.

“All done.” He tapped your thigh. You got up pretty quickly.

“So what now?” You wondered out loud. “Am I supposed to just leave and we fight each other in the morning again?” You chuckled.

“It is the morning kitty.” He pointed to his alarm clock on his desk. 6:47. How long have you been out?

“How long was I unconscious for?” You gasped.

“Just a couple hours.” He said in a cold tone turning back to what he was doing.

“Oh.. uhm..okay.” You went back to the couch. The blanket was neatly folded at the edge of it again. You grabbed it and put it over yourself.

“Why?” You looked over at him.

“Why what?” He snarled in an annoyed tone.

“Well why all this? Why did you take me with you? You could’ve let the penguin’s men finish me off.”

“ I told you I’m not done with you.” He growled. The knot formed in your stomach again. Afterall you were not at a friend's house whatsoever. You grabbed at the hem of the blanket.

“You should get some rest.” He sighed. He pointed to another room. “Okay.” You made yourself comfortable on the couch.

“No. Go to the bedroom. I want to finish my work here. I sleep on the couch.” He said.

“But-“ you started.

“Would you stop fucking protesting everything I tell you?” He hissed while hastily getting up from his chair, almost yelling the words he just said. You flinched back into the couch. Quickly processing what he just told you, you threw the blanket off of you and made your way to the other room. Opening the door, you expected everything but this. His bedroom was clean. You locked the door behind you. Almost too clean. You flopped onto the bed and just let sleep take over you. Nestling into the soft sheets you inhaled his scent a couple times before drifting off.

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God she was a pain in the ass. This proves itself more difficult than I anticipated it to be. This would be my greatest work yet. I want her to want it though. I don’t want her to fuck me out of pity or fear. I need her so bad. The sheer sight of her made me weak in the knees. I couldn’t help but think about her in the bathroom. The way she thought she could outsmart me. Truly astonishing. I just hope she recovers fast so I can have her out of my apartment. Although deep down I kind of didn’t want her to leave. Watching her every step for weeks now has made me grow very fond of her. Her swift, calculated movements. Her mind as fast as a whip, always ahead of everyone around her. Except for me of course. No one can outdo the doer. She would hopefully catch up to that soon. I wonder what she was dreaming about in the other room. Cute that she thinks a simple door lock would keep me out of the room. Her confidence is truly something else. I shake my head, smiling about the thoughts roaming around in my head before turning off the desk lamp and making my way to the couch. The blanket smells of her. I wrap it around me and slowly drift off to sleep.

Soon I’m woken up by my bed squeaking and sheets rustling loud as ever. I hear her.

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You were laying in bed. Suddenly he hovered over you, his hands cupping the perfectly round shape of your butt grazing down the back of your thighs. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” A familiar voice whispered into your ear. You tried to push him off but soon you jolted up and snapped back to reality. What. Was. That. You breathed heavily and struggled to catch your breath.

“You okay?” The knock at the door almost gave you a heart attack. You remembered where you were.

He opened the door. Didn’t you lock it?

“Hey what the fuck did I tell you to come in?” You snapped at him pulling the sheets up to your chest.

“I heard noises I just wanted to make sure you weren’t dying in here. At least not without my doing.” He grinned.

“Very funny.” You swallowed hard. “I’m fine.” You said, completely out of breath.

“You sure? Bad dreams?” He furrowed his brows.

“Well it’s not very comfy cozy sleeping at a serial killer's place.” You scoffed, wiping your forehead, whincing at the pain you just inflicted on yourself.

He chuckled. “What time is it?” Your voice barely making a noise. “Like 9 ish” he replied in this distinct cold tone again.

“Okay I should get going now.” You chuckled nervously.

“Do you have a death wish?” He crossed his arms.

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head.

“The penguin’s men are out looking for you right now, if you want to die the next block over, be my guest. But in your condition you’re not capable of putting up a fight.” He leaned against the doorframe.

“What makes you say that?” You snarled at him.

Without saying anything he just pointed at your entirety. Wow. Offensive much?

“Hey I can fight.” You hissed back at him. “I’ve been worse.” You got out of the covers. Your head was still pounding.

“Alright, be my guest.” He pointed at him. “Fight your way out of here.” Surely he couldn’t be that stupid. You would snap him like a twig.

You got up pretty confidently. He was now fully blocking the doorway. How naive. As if the door was the only way out. You turned around only to find the windows screwed shut. You tried ripping them open. Not a budge.

“You think I’m that stupid?” He was very close to you now. You turned around only to find him standing right in front of you, cornering you against the window.

“I- I have to feed my cats.” You whimpered. The cats. Fuck. Paulie must be starving at this point.

“Fair point.” He sighed. “Alright, let's go feed the cats.” He smiled at you.

“No way you’re coming with me.” You scoffed.

“I’ve been to your apartment once before, remember?” He’s right. Whatever you would try to escape on the way there. Somehow there must be a way.

Zipping up your suit which was finally dry felt so good. Your sports bra you just tossed into his trash can next to his desk.

“You cut yourself out of that thing?” He laughed.

“Yea? So?”

“You know you could’ve just asked for help.” He sounded disappointed. Why would you trust him?

“I don’t trust you.” You said while putting your gloves on.

“Fair enough. You ready?” He said, putting a baseball cap on.

“Yes lets go, can’t wait to get out of this shithole.”

“Easy, this is my home.” He said in the familiar dark tone he always spoke with.

He unlocked the front door and led the way towards the elevator. You followed him hesitantly.

You stood there awkwardly waiting for the ‘ding’ of the doors opening. You both got in, his heavy boots dragging across the floor while your boots barely made a noise, although they had heels on them.

“You know you could be a little more appreciative, I saved your life.” He mumbled pressing the button.

“Excuse me?” You hissed. “You could be less of a psychotic asshat.” He chuckled at the insult.

“You could be less of a cocky hard headed bitch.” He turned towards you looking down at you. He had that twinkle in his eyes.

“I-“ you pushed yourself into the wall behind you, biting your lip. You didn’t know what to say.

He suddenly pressed the emergency break, making you snap back into reality. All you could think of was that weird dream you had. Were you attracted to this guy?

“What the fuck are we doing?” He said, his voice sounding out of breath.

“What do you mean?”

“This. This whole thing. You pretending to hate me, me pretending to hate you.”

“Oh I’m not pretending.” The words cut him deeply.

“No?” He came closer to you.

“No.” You said confidently, looking up at him, locking eyes. Those damn green eyes.

“Then why did I hear you moan my name this morning?” You turned bright red. Thank GOD for your mask right now.

“I didn’t.”

“Oh quit it.” He pushed you against the walls of the elevator, resting his hands on the railing next to you, locking you in.“I know what I heard.” He cupped your cheek softly, you didn’t even think he was capable of touching you in a soft way.

“You’re a psychopath.” You snarled at him. “You work with the penguin!” You yelled at him, pushing him back into the elevator walls now. “I’m infiltrating him, you smartass!” He replied. “Do you actually think I would work with such a despicable human being? I would kill him on the spot if I could. But that's not the smart move to make.”

You furrowed your brows. That makes so much sense now. Why he invited you there, to have more witnesses of what really goes on in the lounge.

“Oh I-“

“- had no idea?” he scoffed. Yea you really didn’t have a clue what was going on right now.

You looked back up at him. “Thank you.” You quickly got on your tippy toes and connected your lips in a quick peck. He saved your life after all. That was the least you could do. He suddenly got very flustered and seemed like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

You pressed the emergency button and with a slight jolt the elevator was moving again.

When you got to his car he seemed awfully quiet and awkward. Did you weird him out now? How are you the weirdo? He’s the serial killer.

He almost looped around the entire city, trying to avoid the hot areas to get to your place.

You ran up the stairwell, eager to meet your fluffy companions. Paulie was already meowing at the door. You opened the door to find the entirety of your 5 cats jumping at you with such sheer force it almost knocked you over had the riddler not caught you.

“Sorry, they’re very clingy.” You chuckled. There it was again. A single rose on the table.

“Oh you shouldn’t have.” You were about to go over to the table and grab in when he stopped you in your tracks. “That's not from me. Someone else has been here. Don’t touch that.” He inched closer to the flower, inspecting it carefully. The thorns were still attached, but coated in something.

“Do you have anywhere to put your cats? They’re not safe here.” He said.

“Yea I can bring them to my friends house, she loves my cats.”

“Okay, lets grab them and get out of here.”

You both hauled the cats together and drove downtown to your friends house making sure you weren’t being followed. She happily took them in. You kissed paulie goodbye and got back into the car with him.

“This is insane.” You muttered to yourself.

“Tell me about it.” What did he have supersonic hearing or something? He started the car and drove back to his place.

A couple days and a bunch of chinese takeout later you finally started to feel better. The awkwardness between the two of you grew more precarious with each day you spent together. Your friend updated you daily on the cats and you were glad everything started to look a bit better.

He helped you fix up your bandages and even helped you wash your hair one time because you were scared of ripping open the wound. You laid in the bath while he sat behind you. Luckily it was a bubble bath so he wasn’t able to see anything but it felt oddly intimate. He wasn’t able to talk to you for the rest of the day.

This particular day, something felt even more off though. And you finally couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Okay what the fuck is your problem?” You snapped at him.

You must have startled him because he dropped whatever he was doing at his desk.

“What?” He turned around with a shocked look on his face. You were always the confrontational type. You hated it when people beat around the bush.

“Ever since the elevator and the bath this morning you have been insanely weird. Like weirder than normal. Did I do something wrong?” You got a bit sassy there.

“I- no. Its just-“ he stuttered.

“Yea?” You urged him to talk.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” You were shocked.

“Do what?”

“Kiss you.” Aint no motherfucking way.

“I thought we were supposed to hate eachother.” You furrowed your brows.

“Well yea at first I thought we were but if you look at it we’re fighting for the same thing. We just want this city to thrive again without corruption and drug cartels running wild.” He was actually making sense there.

“I mean you have a point but why not just…talk?” You sat up on the couch now.

“Where is the fun in that?” He asked in this pathetic creepy voice. You got up from the couch approaching him in his chair.

“Listen. I understand what you’re getting at, and I can’t lie, I did have a very weird dream about you the first time I stayed here, but can’t you just tell me what you want?”

He looked up at you. His eyes seemed glossy like he was about to cry. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“Y-you.” He croaked.

“Me? You want me?” You asked, kinda playing dumb at this point. You knew exactly what he wanted.

“Yea.” He turned his chair, facing you. It was now or never. Fuck this.

You leaned forward getting closer to his face. Placing your hands on the armrests of the chair, locking him into place.

“Tell me what you want.” You whispered. You knew you had the upper hand here. He was completely flushed and overwhelmed, not knowing what to do with himself.

“I want you.” He gulped.

“Be more specific.” You bit your lower lip. You could’ve sworn he was frothing at the mouth by now.

“I want to taste you.” He slowly moved his head towards you. Almost connecting your lips you pulled back.

“See was that so hard?” You laughed. He whined at the distance between the two of you. Now you knew how to get under his skin. You would be out of here in no time.

“Are you toying with me?” He growled. His gaze darkened.

“I- No.” Now you were the one stuttering. Whatever it was about him he could take control of any situation in an instant. He seemed so innocent and pathetic sometimes and then he would switch his personality like nothing.

He pulled you back down towards him. Making you look directly at him. He glanced back and forth between your eyes and lips a couple times, before connecting them in a soft kiss. There it was again. This soft side of him. It almost seemed out of character. You relaxed your jaw and let it happen. His big hands cupping your face, his soft lips moving against yours. You got weak in the knees thinking about the fact that he had this control over you. You slowly pulled away, clearing your throat.

“Are you okay?” He stuttered. You nodded. You felt like you just got high.

“Could we maybe, lay down?” You asked sheepishly, playing with your fingers. You weren’t super experienced yourself, you had a couple boyfriends in school but never anything super serious. He nodded and took your hand into his, once again his bug palms engulfing yours. “Do you want to go to the bedroom?” He asked. You nodded again. He guided you towards the door, opening it slowly. You let yourself plop onto the soft mattress and tapped on the spot next to you. He sat down next to you.

Before you could say anything he grabbed the back of your neck and his lips crashed into yours. You buried your fingers in his hair ever so slightly pulling on it. His hands made their way onto your thighs, grabbing at the exposed skin. You flinched when he squeezed a sore spot.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled back, caressing your cheek.

“It’s okay.” You reassured him. He frowned at the bruises and cuts and scratches on your body. You were still healing.

“I should have never gotten you involved.” He whispered, tears forming in his eyes.

“Don’t say that.” You wiped his cheeks. “I’m glad I’m here with you now.” You touched your nose to his.

“Can I make you feel good?” He asked under his breath.

“Y-yes.” This time a different knot formed in your stomach. Still incredibly nervous you nodded and crashed your lips back into his. He responded eagerly, asking for permission with his tongue. You ever so slightly opened your mouth and once again you had gotten the feeling that you were high. This was not happening.

“Hey uhm-“ you pulled back “what do I call you?” You only knew him as riddler and you weren’t sure how that would sound in the bedroom yet.

“Uhm its Edward.” He almost choked on his words. His lips coated in both of your saliva.

“It’s y/n” you barely got a word out. Both of you were breathing incredibly heavy at this point. You let yourself fall back onto the mattress, him climbing on top of you almost instantly. He places his hands next to your head, one of them scooping under your neck, grasping at it tightly. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer, making him inhale sharply at the sudden sensation of his bulge coming into contact with your crotch. He threw his head back before looking at you again and getting to work down your neck. He placed soft kisses along your jaw down to your collarbone frowning at the fading bruises still left from when you first met. You rolled your hips against his making him groan against the soft skin of your throat. You couldn’t wait for him to be inside of you. A couple days earlier and you would’ve slashed his throat right then and there but now? He was a totally different being. So caring and protective.

“Can I go down on you?” You whispered. His eyes widened at the request and he swallowed hard before getting off of you and standing up. His bulge now being very much visible.

“Uhm yea of course.” He reached down to open his belt.

“N-no let me.” You bit your lip looking up at him. He almost came in his pants right then and there. How you were struggling to open his heavy belt, looking up at him with your doe eyes. Once you finally got his pants to open he sloppily stepped out of them revealing a pair of gray boxer briefs with a very obvious wet spot. You salivated at the sight of it and instinctively reached out your hand to palm his dick through his underwear. He was even bigger than you imagined.

He let out a deep groan, throwing his head back and taking off his shirt. He had muscular arms but a soft stomach. His pale skin was glistening with a bit of sweat and you couldn’t help yourself but to place kisses on his soft abdomen. Teasing him you played with the waistband of his boxers. Ever so slightly dragging your nails underneath it, almost pulling it down. You were kissing his length through his underwear now and he grew more impatient with you.

“Gosh suck me off already.” He moaned.

“What do you say?” You looked up at him, grabbing his bulge tightly.

“P-please.” He managed to get out, surprised at your sudden confidence.

“Good.” You smiled. Eager to finally take him into your mouth you pulled down his underwear, letting it sit loosely around his ankles.

You started to put your hands around him, stroking him ever so slightly. You looked up at him, asking for permission. His gaze seemed almost like he was pleading you to finally take him into your mouth.

You put your lips around the very tip of his dick, letting out a little moan sending vibrations down the whole length of him. He threw his head back in absolute ecstasy when you finally put your mouth around him and started bobbing your head up and down, coating him in your saliva. He pulled back.

“Lay on your back and hang your head off the bed.” He commanded you. You did as he told you and he kneeled down in front of you, positioning himself at your mouth.

“Do you think you can take it baby?” He asked.

You nodded. He bent down to kiss you sloppily, tasting his own precum mixed in with your spit.

You tried to put your head back as far as you can, giving him as much free range as you could. You stuck out your tongue, opening your mouth for him. He palmed your boobs through your shirt while sliding into your throat very slowly. You moaned at the feeling of him filling up your mouth. His length laying heavy on the roof of your mouth. He started to move his hips back and forth, fucking your face while playing with your boobs. He lifted up your shirt exposing you while he was still relentlessly fucking your throat. He put his hand around your neck, making it even tighter for him, groaning at the sensation. You gagged and pushed against his hips in the hopes of getting some air. But he wasn’t planning on being all too gentle with you, he thrusted into you a couple more times before finally burying himself all the way into your throat. When he finally pulled himself out you gasped for air, his cock being connected to you through a thick string of saliva. He gave your boobs a soft little slap before motioning you to sit up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, stroking your hair. You nodded.

“I need words.” He states shakily.

“Yes I’m good.” You moaned, wiping your mouth. He got onto the bed with you and started pulling off your pants.

“I need to taste you.” He started to hungrily kiss up your thighs, grabbing them carefully so as to not hurt you.

You moaned out in pleasure, covering your mouth with one of your hands. When he finally arrived at your bare pussy he stopped. “You’re okay with this?” You didn’t answer. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and placed his mouth onto you with such sheer force you could’ve probably broken his nose. He started licking your folds eagerly, making you cry out. Nobody has ever eaten you out like this before. “Fuck you taste so good.” He moaned between placing little kisses along the entirety of your vulva.

“Please Edward don’t stop.” You moaned out. He loved being in this position. Your thighs wrapped around his head keeping him in place, one of his hands grabbing your wrist, the other slowly making his way to your wet cunt.

You almost screamed when he pushed a finger into you, starting to pump in and out of you without warning. His long slender fingers curling in just the right way to make you feel like you were reaching your high soon. “I’m gonna..” you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were just reaching your climax. He didn’t stop though. He kept torturing you, keeping you in place, holding onto your thighs. When he finally let go you almost cried out in pleasure. You took off your shirt completely now. He climbed his way on top of you again, his mouth covered in your slick, you kissed him hungrily not caring about tasting yourself. “I need you so bad” he moaned into your mouth.

“What do you need?” You asked in a condescending tone, knowing exactly what he needed.

“Please I need to feel you around my cock.”

“Beg for it then.” You whispered onto his lips. His eyes darkened again. You knew he wouldn’t play along for long. He placed himself at your entrance without hesitation and thrusted his entire length into you making you open your mouth but not a sound coming out. He covered your mouth with his hand, once again placing the other behind your neck, grasping it firmly.

“The only one begging for anything will be you.” He growled at you starting to thrust into you relentlessly. You wrapped your legs around his hips wanting to take more of him.

“Look at you being a needy little whore.” He grunted. You moaned against his hand, your eyes rolling back.

He pulled himself off of you, still locking his gaze with yours, but now placing his hand around your throat keeping you in place. You whined at the sensation, making you think back to your first encounter. How scared you were. How scared you still are. He noticed your change in behavior and instantly paced himself a bit.

“Shh its okay, I’m not here to hurt you, I want to make you feel good.” He whispered, giving you a kiss on the lips. You nodded in agreement, still being overpowered by the amount of pleasure.

He pulled himself out of you completely and flipped you onto your stomach, again aligning himself at your entrance.

He took your hands and intertwined them with his, before grinding his hips into yours. This time he wasn’t thrusting aimlessly. He was grinding his hips down into yours, putting his full weight onto you, placing soft kisses against your neck and shoulders. He cupped his hand under your jaw, making you look back up at him.

“I’m all yours.” He moaned under his breath.

You couldn’t help but tear up a bit. You’ve been through so much the past few days. Feeling him so close to you in this way completely overwhelmed you, sending you over the edge once again. He noticed you clenching down on his length, sending him into absolute overdrive.

“I can’t hold it back anymore.” He moaned next to your ear. With a couple more pumps he finished inside of you. Completely filling you up. He panted on top of you for a second before slowly removing himself, instantly grabbing a shirt to stuff under you. The cum was dripping out of you in such a way he would’ve loved to wreck you all over again. He gave you a soft kiss onto your back before he stood up and left the room. Did he just leave you here? Did he truly just toy with you. Seconds later he came back with what looked like a robe. He opened it for you and motioned you to get in. You slowly got up, clenching as hard as you can as to not ruin his entire set of sheets.you swiftly made your way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, letting the rest of his liquids flow out of you.

He came into the room, sweaty, out of breath and looking absolutely content. Edward walked over to the tub, turning on the faucet. “Did you want to take a bath?” He asked, his breath still shaking. You nodded. You were absolutely spent.

Slowly you lowered yourself into the warm tub, laying between his legs, resting your head against his chest.

“How does it feel to sleep with the enemy?” He chuckled.

“Were we ever enemies?” You looked back up at him. He shook his head smiling. “No, not really.”

He pulled you in tighter and you could’ve sworn both of you laid there for an entire eternity.

[heavenlydevine]

UNHOLY 〤 EDDIE MUNSON

╰┈➤ ❝UNHOLY were the things this boy did to you.❞ You are an irresistible treat that the esteemed Master of Puppets cannot ignore.

PART ONE.

╰┈➤ WARNINGS 〤 MINORS DNI.

“Just one more….”

No, he lies.

It never fucking stops.

Hidden behind his devilish eyes, one is never enough.

It lingers beneath the timber of his voice—a promise of everlasting torment as the haunting truth continues to evade you, both pain and pleasure coursing through your trembling body as the sinful sounds of hunger and desire echo through the quaint little room, darkness enclosing around you.

“Just one more, pretty girl…”

But even despite the darkened corners and what little light crept underneath the heavy steel doors, you could still make out the darkened and enlarged pupils of Eddie Munson—a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips.

“You fucking look like a goddess, pretty girl…”

Head thrown backwards as his expert fingers continued their relentless assault on your quivering heat, clenching around his fingers in sheer desperation, Eddie Munson remains adamant at pulling you apart.

It still evades you—the events that had led you to this very moment blurred and distorted, your destination to relieve your bladder halted with a firm grip on your wrist, soft lips swallowing the cries of surprise and shock that threatened to tumble from your lips and a gentle push of a door before you found yourself immersed in darkness.

I pray that God forgives me for my transgressions, but the things this boy does to me—it is unholy.

From lingering looks exchanged through the hallways, to longing gazes shared throughout the months, Eddie Munson’s hunger for you had burst like a dam the moment you had all but demanded you join his little Hellfire Club.

And like a master of puppets, he had claimed you as his all those weeks ago when he had fucked you senseless in the bathroom stall.

“Eddie…we’ll get caught…” fingers threading through his dark locks, mewling in pleasure as his fingers continue with their venture to rock your world, the thought of being caught in this position—well it makes you hunger for him rise exponentially.

“Then you’ll have to keep quiet…” he whispers against your skin, “—fuck, pretty girl. Just keep quiet for me, I just want one more, can you do that for me?”

You can feel your body, trembling and wrought with desire, burn beneath his touch as he praises you within the darkened room, “Such sweet sounds you make,” he whispers hotly against your skin, “–as I pull you apart.”

You cannot breathe, not when he swallows your screams as your body surrenders beneath his expert fingers, teeth clashing and tongues dancing, curses tumble from your boy's lips as he continues fucking your clenching cunt, "I am not done with you yet..."

You can't breathe, not with your heart hammering against your chest as the heat dims down to a pulsing ache, "No, Eddie. Not here..."

He looks down at you with a darkness that makes your insides twist once more, drawing a moan from you as he pinches your swollen bud with a groan, "You telling me what to do, pretty girl?"

You shake your head, "No, Eddie, I'm not. We really need to stop having sex during the middle of school, God knows how many times we almost got caught..."

He grins, easing his fingers from you with a loud pop that echoes throughout the room. "But we didn't," he murmurs quietly, "—have sex, not this time, at least. All I did was postpone the inevitable."

A frown forms, "Eddie..."

"Are you denying your master his rights to plunder your dungeon..."

A moment passes.

Your body flushes.

You can no longer hold back.

The loud shrill of the bell schreeching throughout the building drowns out the sounds of your sinful moans as Eddie Munson rails you into oblivion, the clatter of falling brooms nothing more than a reminder that your mind, body and soul will forever be his to ruin.

[gayerthanevertbh]

time | n.r

summary | she loved you to the fullest, and you did too. but what happens when she suddenly starts to become more occupied with different things? what happens when you get tired? 

warnings | heavy angst, fighting, and death at the end. get your tissues i think

notes | this only took me a short period of time to write, so i hope you liked it! let me know your thoughts. <3

masterlist.

She was a radiating beauty, with such an innocent smile plastered on her face. She was such a carefree woman that liked to bother everyone with her wittiness. I was one of the few people who got to know her, really know her. Y/N was that girl who could make you smile without any effort. I remember so vividly well when we were walking by the glistening lights above us, our hands grazing once in a while until I had the courage to hold her soft warm hands.

I was the darkness, she was my light. My angel, my only angel.

I held her close when she cried, the only time I saw her so vulnerable and broken that I wiped those tears away from her beautiful eyes. I’d tell her how much she meant to me, how much I wanted to marry her, and for her to say yes to me.

Say yes, marry me. Be my wife, be my everything.

Marry me, let’s be happy.

Run away with me, come with me.

Those silly words stick into me as I’ve lost her without even fighting for it. When work got ahead of me, she became weary of herself. She took care of everything in our little apartment, our little home where I used to get so much peace. Each day I came home, she was tired. I’d help her out, but she would dismiss me and tell me to have some good night’s rest.

She took care of me, fed me until my stomach was full, and we would lay down on the bed while I played with her soft hair. I’d smoke sometimes if I was feeling a little stressed, and she would always say: it’s bad for you, you know that right?

I know, dove.

I love you.

I love you, pretty girl.

We fought, we fought every single day until I remember her storming off away from the living room – almost flinching when I heard the bedroom shut with a bang. I felt stupid and unreasonable, I should’ve listened to her.

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“Natasha, you’re always home late! Do you really expect me to be awake and talk to you at this hour?”

“All I needed was some time with you,” I said, anger seeping through my voice like venom – and she noticed that very well; her eyes changed because of it. She picks up the pillows that were thrown across the room from my tantrums and I tried helping her. But instead, she shoved me away with her elbow hitting my lower stomach. “Y/N! Can you fucking listen to me? Please–”

She turns around, watching as her eyes fill up with so many tears that my heart aches when I see her cry. She wipes her eyes roughly on her arm, sniffling loudly for me to hear. Then, we stared at each other before she whispers: “I wanted to go to the lake we always go to. It’s been months since we’ve done that, haven’t we?”

I didn’t object or say anything at this point. Instead, I stood right in front of her with my eyes swelling with warm tears. She sobs and clings onto her chest, heaving. I walked a few steps to pull her into my arms but she shoved me off again, putting me back into my place.

“I love you,” I tell her, my voice changing into this voice that I never used. I sounded desperate, hurt, and frightened by the thought of her leaving me. “I love you, baby.”

She shakes her head, tucking her lower lip through her teeth.

“No, you don’t.”

I shook my head, disagreeing with her immediately before I could try to cup her hands with mine, bringing them closer to my face – kissing her knuckles, as I always do. I whispered, “You know I’ll marry you.”

“Don’t say that,” she finally lets out a sob, closing her eyes to stop her tears from falling down. But it did. “God, don’t say that! How can you say that when you’re so busy hanging out with your friends? I love you, but it's gotten too much!”

“I love you, baby…” I try to touch her face but she smacked my hands away, making me whimper. I kept chanting the same three words: I love you, I love you, I love you – until she got sick of it. I watch as she turns around, wrapping her arms around herself when no one else can; because I couldn’t. She wouldn’t let me.

I have to do something.

“My love, come on don’t be like this,” I soothe, my voice wavering with this unmelodic tone as I knelt on the floor – pleading with my eyes. I pulled her legs closer and buried my face in her stomach, sobbing lightly. “Please forgive me, dove. I’m sorry, I should’ve come home sooner. I know how much–”

She pushed me away gently and walked away, leaving me crying on the floor with so much regret in my body and my soul – or everywhere at this point. My chest started to hurt from my sobbing, and I finally realized how pathetic I was.

God, I was so pathetic. I was unworthy of her love, I don’t deserve her. She deserves a good woman, a good person.

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The last time I saw Y/N was ten years ago. When I tried making amends, all I remember was her bags being fully packed and the sweater she used when we first met. It was green and furry, hugging her cold body so warmly that I started to get envious of it. I remember watching her as she calls her mother to pick her up, and I was standing by the doorway as she flees away from me – free from my burden. The mother did nothing but give me a small smile, and drove away with her until I could no longer see that red car. With that unforgotten scenario, I became reckless. I left the mission and never visited the building again; because if I did, I would be reminded by her.

In every aspect I took, she was always on my mind. On every birthday I have, she was the only girl I could think about. I became lousy, uneasy, and not so healthy anymore. I decided to cut my hair and dyed it blonde, but that quickly went away with my natural hair blooming again. Only this time, there were still blondes on the edges.

The house got lonely, very lonely to the point that I had to sell it. I moved away from the city and bought a house that was from the woods; where no one else could find it. And from then on, I was alone. So alone. I never let Steve or Clint visit me, no matter how much they wanted to. And they gave me that respect, although sometimes I do miss them. But I couldn’t bear myself to show up when all I could think about was Y/N.

I was an asshole to her, a burden. She kept reminding me how much of a burden I was without even mouthing it with words. There were moments of impulsive behavior of me visiting her, but that never happened.

Because she has a family now with a husband and a beautiful baby girl, and that should’ve been my kid. My wife. My family.

She was happy, I remember when I saw her from afar being so happy with her husband who gave her the time and everything she needed. And I was here, still wondering what could’ve happened if I had just given her that time.

Time is always precious, it doesn’t always have to be glamorous stuff or a pretty lifestyle, but time with your loved ones is always the best present in the world. And I didn’t give her that, did I? I never gave her that time. I should’ve–God, I should have.

I was forty-seven when she was thirty-five.

I was thirty-seven when she was twenty-five when we first met.

The first time I kissed her was underneath the cabin we used to stay in, my hand holding her jaw while she was so stunned by the searing kiss I gave. And my last kiss from her was a few days before we had that awful fight, I could still feel it on my lips.

If I could be that man, then I’d die to be that man of hers. If I tried a little harder, I could be that man.

I cling to the ring I was supposed to give her, looking at the sparkling emerald cut diamond and kissing it for one last time before deciding to drop it on the moist ground, walking with a thumping sound and never looking back. That was the last time I saw her smile before I passed away at the age of sixty-seven.

She was fifty-five.

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