#I woke up at an ungodly hour and immediately made this

[morosoro]

This has probably been done before and has probably be done much better but here:

[mysicklove]

𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘

DAY 31: MASTURBATION

With: Izuku Midoriya

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: subish! Izuku, fem/afab reader, izuku masturbates to your voicemail and pretends to fuck you, reader calls him baby, and he calls u hun, needy izuku

A/N: masturbation fics are so fun to write for no reason. anyways, my last kinktober fic. crazy. it doesnt feel this way cause i wrote it halfway through lol.

Izuku was left alone for too long. On the verge of three weeks to be exact.

He wasn't left completely alone, of course. He was just overseas, on an important mission. He was separated from you, but that to his love-sick brain, meant he was left alone. His sleep schedule is all messed up from the times he stayed up late at night to wish you goodmorning, or the times where he woke up super early to catch you before you ate dinner. 

He missed you, an ungodly amount. When he comes home to his luxury hotel, and flops onto the bed, the only thing he can think about is you. What it would feel like to wraps his arms around you, and melt in your warmth. The way your fingers would run through his hair, and comfort him from all he did that day.

Of course he had those innocent, romantic thoughts most of the time, but somehow one way or another those fantasies began to change. The touches reach lower, your words begin to drip with honey, and your lips seem to be more passionate, desperate even. Until five out of the seven days, he daydreams about fucking you. 

He lays against the bed frame, shirtless, and dick pulled out of his boxers. The trip back to the hotel was long, and he's been thinking about doing this for the past hour now. He prepared everything ahead of time, because if he was doing something as pathetic as this, at least do it right.

The lights were dimmed, and his eyelids are drooping, exhausted from the day. He slowly reaches toward the nightstand and grabs a couple of tissues, setting them down next to him. Then with a sigh, he puts his phone up to his ear, and brings his hand to his cock. 

He gulps when he hears your voice, wishing desperately that you weren't asleep. Its got to be around 5 am by that time, and of course he wished he was patient enough to wait a couple hours for you to talk to him. But, he was desperate, and the voicemail you left him a couple hours earlier did the job.

“Hey baby,” Your voice broadcast, and immediately he seems to melt. His eyes fall shut and his hands begins to move up and down his half hard cock. He hums in reply, not caring if you cant hear him. “I miss you. Saw a kid walk by me with your merch on, made me smile,” You say, your voice slightly muffled from a task you must be doing. 

He huffs a laugh, head falling to the side. “Yeah?” He breathes, thumb rubbing at the tip, and then falling back down to his shaft in a repetitive motion. You continue on about your day, mentioning nothing too important, just how you went grocery shopping and a nice walk after work. “You shouldnt be working. Can take care of you,” Izuku mumbles, eyes peering open just slightly to watch his movements.

His cock was on full display now, the tip a pretty shade of pink, and beginning to leak. You always called it pretty. A strange thing to say about a penis, but he soaked up the praise, taking pride in his cock now. 

The thought made his mind wander. Would you praise him for what he was doing now? He wasnt supposed to touch himself without you, but its been three weeks, you have got to understand. Were you touching yourself thinking about him? The thought sends a thrilling shiver down his spine.

Your voice was now a background noise, just listening to the tone, the sound of it, but nothing of what you were saying. Maybe you were cooing at him. Telling him how good he is doing. Or maybe you were calling him a pervert for doing something so gross without you knowing. He lets out a shaky moan, mewling out and picking up the pace of his hand. 

“I miss you,” He warbles into the phone, on top of your speech. What were you talking about now? A dog you saw? Nothing important. Why weren't you touching yourself to his voice? He would die for an audio of that. Or even an audio of where you give him directions of how to do touch himself correctly.

No Izuku, slow down. Don't hurt yourself, baby. Your voice clouds his mind, and he nods, peering back to his cock and slowing his hand down. Thats it. Tighten your hand, and focus on the tip. He obeys, moving his hand up to the head, and making small pumps there. “S-Sensitive there,” He groans to the empty hotelroom, shaking his head from side to side when his heartbeat begins to pick up.

“Went into Victoria's Secret today,” You hum, and his eyes widen, attention snapping back to your voicemail. He quickly turns up the volume and pressing the phone closer to his ear. “Bought something you’ll love. Red is your favorite, yeah?”

Lewd images flash through his head of dark red lingerie sets and he nods. “Fuck. Please,” He moans, wishing he was there to pick it out with you. His dick twitches, and a glob of precum leaks out. Green eyes flicker to it, and he uses his thumb to swirl it around the head, flinger glazing over the slit. “Wanna see,” Izuku pants, growing hot.

You seem to have heard his reply and it makes him whine. “You don't get to see till you get home. A nice reward for doing so good all this time you are away,” You purr, making a short kissing noise into the mic and laughing.

His eyebrows furrow at the possibilities and his mind drifts off from your voice again. Suddenly he is there with you, his rough hands trailing up and down your body. The dark lingerie looks perfect against your skin tone, and his mouth waters at the sight. Well, look how needy you are Deku. Do you want to fuck me that bad?

He nods his head frantically, hand unconsciously picking up the pace. “Please. Please, beggin’ you,” he chants under his breath, his back slightly arching off the frame. He dully notices that the voicemail has ended, but doesnt pay attention to it, too immersed in the movie playing in his head.

His mind cuts the scene forward, growing too impatient and desperate as his orgasm begins to approach. You are under him, sending scratch marks down his back while moaning out. His thrusts are frantic, and he tries to pretend that his hand is you. Its not the same, but it will do. 

“Am I doing good?” He mumbles, dropping his phone onto the bed and resting the other hand on his thigh. You nod at him, kissing his cheek with redden cheeks, and lazy grin. A view he has seen so many times that he has a perfect mental image of it. 

So good, Izuku. You wanna cum inside?

He moans, louder than he should, considering the thin walls, but he doesnt care at the moment. He never gets to cum inside – this was something he was waiting to hear. “Fuck. Pleaseeee,” He whimpers, eyebrows furrowing and hand frantically moving up and down. His cock is lubed up with pre, and its easier for his hand to move now. 

He climbs closer and closer to his high and now hes hunched slightly over on himself. Suddenly, he hears his phone ringing, cutting him out of his perfect daydream. Just a couple of seconds, he just needs a couple seconds more of fucking you, and then he can take this call. He whines slightly, and peers over at it, not stopping his movements.

When he sees your name his eyes light up, and he grabs the phone and brings it to his ear immediately. His hands makes a lewd squelching noise, but he too fucked out to care if you hear.

A couple of seconds go by, and he breathes into the mic, waiting. And then he hears a groggy, “Hey baby,” and he cums on the spot. Groaning into the phone without a care as cum spills out on his hands and his whole body shakes. 

Another second goes by, as you wait silently on your side, confused on what was happening, but too sleepy to put two and two together. Izuku's chest rises and falls with every breath, and he stares at his cum covered hand, trying not to let out a sound of complaint when he realized he forgot to cum into the tissue.

He blinks a couple times, exhausted but glowing. “Hey hun. Was just thinkin’ bout you,” He hums, grinning at his sticky hand and closing his eyes when he hears your girlish giggle.

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[nicxl333]

hello

Could you write about bllk boy accidentally hurting their s/o badly.

It's okay if you're too busy. No pressure

BABY YOU SOLD ME A DREAM

characters: isagi yoichi, mikage reo, nagi seishiro, barou shouei, itoshi rin

content: major angst, reader is female coded (wears a dress, heels and makeup), mentions of smut in barou’s part but nothing actually happens (lol), vulgar language

☆彡 ISAGI YOICHI

“you think you know better than me? do me a favour and go find someone else who has the time to put up with your bullshit. ‘cause it won’t be me.”

you lay in your cold, desolate bed for the umpteenth time this week alone, which, considering it was only wednesday showed just how often isagi trained past late hours. as much as you understood his passion to climb to the top, it was simply neglect at this point. to you and to himself. you woke up, he was gone. you went to sleep, he wasn’t beside you.

of course, things were never like this in the beginning. he used to be around, take you out, nurture you and show you devoted love for you each and every time.

until he wasn’t.

once his team reached the quarterfinals of the champions league a while back, he changed. 2 hour training sessions in the evening turned into 4, and the time he spent with you halved as a result. it made you feel lonely and simply put, abandoned.

your texts querying his location and when he was coming home lay unanswered and unopened, probably within the confinement of his phone which lay in his bag during training. so you went to bed alone like you always did, missing what your relationship used to be.

as you stared at the pristine, bare white ceiling you heard a key in the lock of the front door. a few moments passed and the door pushed open, pads of feet resounding in the apartment.

you decided to go meet him in the living room, wanting to know if he’s at least okay.

as you entered the room, you were met with his figure, donned in black sweatpants paired with a black compression shirt. his normal post-training gear. the same gear that never failed to make you melt each and every time. he glanced at you in your nightwear and weary expression, due to him returning back so late.

“hey ‘ichi, how was training?”

“alright.”

you immediately frowned. outside the pitch he was never so curt and void of language. especially with you.

you ventured closer towards him, trying to debunk his guarded persona.

“are you sure? did anything happen to you?” you stepped closer still, till you were right in front of him, immediately noticing his dark circles, even in the dim lighting of the living room from the hallway light. you attempted to give him a hug, shrinking back in disappointment once he shrugged you off.

“i said it was alright. i’m fine, just go back to bed, i’ll join in a bit.”

bullshit. you knew full and well he would just retire to the sofa, watching playbacks of his games to further evaluate his performance. even when he wasn’t working physically he would somehow manage to work himself further mentally.

“yoichi. what’s wrong baby?”

“y/n, i won’t repeat myself again. go to bed.”

you stood there in disbelief. as far as you were concerned, you hadn’t done anything wrong, so it’s quite unbelievable that he would take whatever happened today out on you.

“isagi,” you made sure to use his last name to make aware you weren’t fucking around. “come correct with me please. i haven’t done anything to you and i’m concerned for your well-being. you’ve been going to sleep late, training until ungodly hours. this isn’t good for you and i’m now on the receiving end of your misery, god knows why.”

the tone in the room shifted, isagi, now displaying a scowl across his features at your rebuttal. yes, he was well aware he was maltreating himself, but to have you acknowledge his moment of weakness gave him an displeasing itch of anger that no one could scratch, not even you.

before he could think, the next words that flew out of his mouth changed the status of your relationship, whether he meant to or not.

“you think you know better than me? do me a favour and go find someone else who has the time to put up with your bullshit. ‘cause it won’t be me.”

you instantaneously drew back, his words punching you in the gut and twisting your insides. your heart leapt and fell, never expecting those words, out of isagi’s mouth of all people.

it was deathly silent for a moment, both parties having a staring match. you fought back tears, trying so damn hard to not allow him to see how his words affected you. alas, your emotions got the best of you.

you lightly sniffled, before balling your hands into fists. “you know what yoichi? fuck you, i’m done.”

you turned on your heel and made a beeline towards your shared bedroom, grabbing your biggest duffel and shoving clothes into them, not minding what it was that you picked up. only once isagi was the only individual in the living room did he snap out of his state, realising the weight of his words. he listened to the loud shuffling, registering that he may have just fucked his relationship over for good.

he swiftly followed you, watching you in a frenzy, having just changed into an outfit suitable enough for outside. it was then that he grasped you were serious, and slipped into full panic mode.

“y/n! y/n please baby, i didn’t mean any of that! don’t leave me.” he reached for your arm, falling apart, the same way you did moments before, when you pulled away from his touch. you knew if you succumbed to his pleas you might— might just stay. but you couldn’t. his words resonated within you and made you accept that fact that you needed space at the most, before your relationship delved into something irreparable.

you stood, duffel bag slung on your shoulder, tears running down each cheek, until they conjoined at your chin.

“isagi, i can’t. not right now. not when emotions are running this high. i need space. we should probably talk when we’re both calmed down. i’ll be at meguru’s house so you don’t need to worry about where i am.”

he respected your wishes, he had no choice. if he wanted this relationship to survive he had to.

so he let you go.

☆彡 MIKAGE REO

“you’re very much subpar, do you think i need to keep you around? my name alone will help find me someone better than you.”

one thing about mikage reo that really ticked you off was his obsession over his best friend, nagi. simply put,

he was always there.

when you were chilling together, when you went out, even after date nights he would come to your shared condo, playing video games with your boyfriend until god knows what time in the morning. it always felt like you had to share and fight for reo’s attention, which was pretty much a losing battle considering reo gave nagi as much of his attention to nagi as he did.

you did your best to not voice your concerns to him, withholding your true feelings, that you did. but sometimes there’s just moments where you can’t help but snap.

and that moment came at your first year anniversary dinner with reo. hell, you should’ve called it your first year anniversary dinner with yourself, considering the fucker didn’t even show up.

you had dolled yourself up so nicely, a sexy silk black dress (purchased with your own money, you didn’t like to depend on reo too much) with matching heels. your makeup was done flawlessly and not a hair out of place.

you sat at an expensive table at an expensive restaurant, sipping over-expensive wine while you waited for him to show up. you hadn’t seen him since this morning, due to him training all day today, but you had planned this dinner with him together a month ago, reservations and all, with reminders here and there about the upcoming date.

you had waited for about an hour, taking into consideration that there could be traffic, although you hadn’t experienced any on the way here, thus giving him the benefit of the doubt.

however, when no signs showed of him arriving you turned to a waiter and excused yourself, paying the bill and walking out to collect your car from the valet.

once it was brought to you and you were seated, ready to drive off, the first thing you did was call reo via the bluetooth feature, beyond pissed off.

after a few rings he picked up, the sounds of video game gunfire audible in the background.

“y/n? what’s up? where are you?”

you scoffed incredulously, ignoring the city lights whizzing past you as you drove on the highway.

“what’s up? where am i? reo, do you know what day it is today?”

“no, why?”

you gripped the leather of your steering wheel, your frustration hitting a boiling point. “you cannot be serious. does our one year anniversary ring any bells, huh? the fact that i’ve reminded you, time and time again? you stood me up reo! what could you have possibly been doing that was more important than remembering a big milestone in our relationship?!”

he didn’t even have to answer for you, because the answer came in the form of a “reo, why did you stop? our team just lost.”

nagi seishiro.

if you weren’t angry before, you were absolutely livid now.

“reo, so you mean to tell me that spending time with your friend was more important than remembering your one year anniversary with your girlfriend? do i mean nothing to you?”

“y/n it’s not that deep, we can just reschedule for tomorrow or something.” you could hear his exasperation through the phone. the audacity of him, considering he was completely at fault here.

“not that deep? not that deep?! you let me sit there for over an hour in an upscale restaurant by myself and didn’t even think to worry about where i was! why is it not getting through to you that you missed our anniversary to play games? you see nagi everyday, whether it’s at training or at home. you mean to tell me that you couldn’t bear to not see him for one singular day out of the week?”

there were probably a ton of possibilities and explanations for why he said what he said next, but if you had to choose, it would probably be the fact that nagi could most likely hear the argument over the phone, which lead reo to attempt to regain control over the situation, by any means possible, to not appear weak.

“you’re very much subpar, do you think i need to keep you around? my name alone will help find me someone better than you.”

oh. you see how it is.

his words stunned you into silence, knocking the wind out of you. the only sounds that could be heard was the continuous tapping from reo’s controller and the low hum of your engine as you drove.

“look y/n i’m busy now, so we can talk later when you’re ho-”

you didn’t wanna hear what else he had to say, hanging up the call via the steering wheel and letting out a deep breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

without fail you indicated to turn off the highway, making your way to the nearest hotel. nevermind the fact that you didn’t have any clothes, you simply couldn’t handle seeing reo after the way he just wounded you.

once at the hotel and settled in your room you lay swaddled in the crisp white blankets. without any external eyes being able to see your state you let all walls crumble, tears cascading down in waves as you let all the previous bottled emotions fly free.

unbeknownst to you, your phone lay on the side table, softly vibrating whilst the screen lit up to show a picture of you and reo at a theme park, a call coming though from him.

it lay unanswered.

☆彡 NAGI SEISHIRO

“being in a relationship is a hassle already, i shouldn’t have to deal with you bitching and whining on top of that.”

you awoke to the sounds of rapid gunfire emanating from the living room, sighing to yourself. once again, nagi was devoting himself to a night of endless gaming.

it was a never-ending cycle. when he wasn't gaming, he was training and vice versa. as much as you loved and embraced the fact that nagi was lazy, he could at least make some effort to give you attention every once in a while.

rubbing the sleep away from your eyes you trudged your way through the apartment wearily, before being met with his figure, hunched on the sofa, eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

"sei, when are you coming to bed? i miss you."

"in a bit y/n."

"sei baby you said that last night, and i came back to you passed out on the sofa. the bluelight isn't good for you, especially so late."

he barely was around as it is, but when he was, he either slept, or was parked on the sofa.

it made you feel unappreciated, and majorly unloved. he never made the effort to take you out, tell you that you ever looked pretty or even acknowledge you anymore. to you at this point he was practically a roommate with a shoddy title that really shouldn't apply to the both of you.

"y/n, just leave me alone for now. i'm too tired to get into it with you."

"so you're too tired to argue with me being concerned for your wellbeing, but not too tired to invest your time into games, which ultimately drains your thought processes more? really sei?"

he was still focusing on the tv instead of your words, which ticked you off. so, determined to get his full attention, for once, you walked towards the tv and stood directly in front of it, blocking his vision, arms crossed and frowning.

"what the hell y/n? you made me lose."

"seishiro, can you stop being an ass for just a second and focus on me and what i have to say?”

faced with no way out, he had to oblige, placing the controller down with a heavy sigh, letting you know he was agitated. you couldn’t give a flying fuck though. you’d had enough of being neglected by nagi, and weren’t going to let him off this time.

“you don’t spend time with me anymore. you never take me out, we don’t ever talk to each other anymore. is it so bad for me to want to spend time with my boyfriend? is a game really more important than me? or is being with me detrimental to you in some way?”

he rolled his eyes, sinking back into the soft material of the sofa, irises piercing into yours. you shrunk back at his change in demeanour.

“being in a relationship is a hassle already, i shouldn’t have to deal with you bitching and whining on top of that.”

huh?

“nagi, where is this coming from? what do you mean being in a relationship is a hassl- i’m a hassle?”

he shrugged while rising to his feet, placing a hand behind his head and massaging his neck.

“i said what i said didn’t i? look, i’m going to bed, happy now? i don’t wanna argue with you, you’re too loud when you’re angry.”

you stood in shock, registering his words fully before swallowing and deeply inhaling.

“forget it nagi, i’m leaving. lose my number.”

“leaving to go where?” he watched as you briskly walked to the bedroom, following you in as you changed, grabbing your phone and keys.

“that’s none of your concern anymore. i’m breaking up with you.”

he said nothing as you walked to the front door, leaving with a final slam.

he should’ve stopped you, he really should’ve, for he would come to realise soon enough that allowing you to go,

would be one of the worst decisions he ever made.

☆彡 BAROU SHOUEI

“oi, i didn’t get into a relationship with you just so you can make my life harder. fix up or leave.”

when you asked barou out, you knew damn well what you were signing up for. considering he was so headstrong, particularly when it came to football, there would be moments where he might be nonchalant or absent.

what you didn’t anticipate, would be just how bad he would get.

once his mind was focused on football, specifically climbing his way to the top, there were no distractions, especially from his girlfriend, who at times he deemed his biggest distraction.

you did try to help and aid him every way you could, cooking him meals to eat after late night practices, tending to his injuries he may obtain after over-intensive sessions, cleaning up the apartment flawlessly so he wouldn’t be tempted to do it himself. all you really wanted in return was love.

surely that wasn’t too much to ask for, right?

wrong.

even after 7 months of dating, public outings with attempts to hold his hand resulted in subtle swatting away, instead opting to walk side by side. laying in bed together? don’t expect any cuddles from him. quite laughable actually that you’d ever think he’d be willing to do that. don’t think movie nights will be any different either. you’d better be keeping your hands to yourself.

fucking was a rarity, only really when he was very much pent up with frustration from football, libido overflowing from lack of release. and even then, while you were able to cum, that’s pretty much all there was to it. no making love or anything like that. he wouldn’t display his emotions to you enough in the first place for that to ever happen.

when you asked barou out, you knew damn well what you were signing up for. but you didn’t know it would be this hard. you figured he would loosen up eventually, getting used to at least some form of affection towards you. a little peck on the lips, or a hug from behind every once in a while would be nice.

one day, you simply grew tired. you were sitting on the dining table with him, having just finished dinner. barou stood up, ready to leave the table to shower.

“shouei.”

he stopped in his tracks, pivoting on one heel to turn and face you. his face remained blank, save for his usual signature eyebrow, arched in waiting.

“hm?”

“i-” you suddenly grew self conscious, afraid to voice your concerns to him. if you wanted things to change however, this conversation had to happen sooner rather than later.

“can we do more stuff together?”

his face now contorted into utter confusion, genuinely puzzled by what you were trying to say.

“what do you mean? i do enough with you do i not?”

“no, not that that sho’, i mean more couples stuff. like…couldn’t you just be more affectionate? i just— i don’t know how you feel about me at certain points, you don’t tell me anything as it is.”

he looked at you, playing with your hands, trying to look anywhere but him, clearly uncomfortable about this conversation.

“cmon y/n, you know how it goes already, i’m not into shit like that. i may like you and all, but all that lovey-dovey stuff? that ain’t me. never has and never will be. surely you should understand how i feel about you? the fact that i’ve kept you around this long should say more than enough.”

damn. fucking cold. either way, you weren’t backing down. you stood there, holding a firm staring competition with him before opening your mouth to speak.

“shouei, it’s been 7 months and news flash! it doesn’t. when you do shit like this, it makes me feel fucking inadequate. like i’m not deserving of you. long story short, you make me feel like shit. i’m tired of it sho’.”

“y/n, regardless of how you feel, i told you how i feel, and that ain’t gonna change.”

you couldn’t accept what he was telling you, believing that what you were saying weren’t getting through to his thick skull. his stance was too relaxed for your liking, arms simply crossed over the other, looking slightly bored.

“you’re not getting it shouei!” you raised your voice slightly, not quite shouting, but about two thirds of the way there. “you’re not understan-”

“oi, i didn’t get into a relationship with you just so you can make my life harder. fix up or leave.”

you halted, making sure you heard him correctly. to hear that he basically wouldn’t fight for 7 months worth of memories and time with each other left you in denial that it would be so easy for him to let go.

“excuse me?”

“did i stutter? fix up, or leave. two choices, one answer. it’s up to you but whatever you pick is your business.”

he gave you an out, an out from what you were currently going through. and as much as you did love and care for barou, you’d be a fool not to take it. things would only get worse.

you chose the latter, opting to leave, considering how little value your relationship held to barou. weeks passed, and the items you once held in the apartment decreased, leaving a half completed house, just like your heart.

he continued as normal at first, trying to get used to the newfound ‘freedom’. but as days passed on, the emptiness of the household became more apparent. the meals you used to cook were no more, barou having to take on the tasks himself. his injuries were taken care of in a subpar manner. while he could do it adequately, they weren’t bandaged or plastered as well as you used to do it. yes he would clean, but having it done already when he came back from training and to his standard…made him start to realise just how much you really did for him.

and maybe— maybe you weren’t so bad to have around. you did give him a sense of comfort that he could not achieve on his own, filling him on things that happened during your day gave him a sense of normalcy which alternately gave him that balance from his meticulous life as a quickly rising footballer.

he missed you, he missed what you had,

it’s a pity he realised only when it was too late.

☆彡 ITOSHI RIN

“honestly i don’t understand why i got with you in the first place. you’re so lukewarm it hurts.”

you were both busy. you both knew and understood that. rin was constantly abroad on travels for football and you had your own stuff going on at work, often leaving the office late at night.

when your schedules would occasionally match up and you’d both be home, most of the time it would still be you alone. rin would go off on his own to his usual training ground and work himself to the bone. he wouldn’t even tell you he was leaving, disregarding your worries or concerns that may surface.

you jolted awake randomly, looking to your left to see disturbed duvet covers, but an empty side. yet again. next you turned to your phone, squinting at the light from the screen which temporarily blinded you.

2:34am

you could take a guess or two at where rin was. specifically because you knew he lost his last match abroad and was pissed off about it, meaning double the training he usually did. you threw on some clothes, splashed water on your face and grabbed your car keys to drive to the open football field.

the massive stadium style lights lit up the field, illuminating it in a cool white, as you pulled up next to rin’s car. even from the car park you could hear the discernible sounds of rin’s foot booting a ball repeatedly. once closer, you could see him in his normal training gear, sweating profusely, enough to fill a small bucket.

“rin!”

he stopped, just short of making the next ball his victim, making eye contact with you, not expecting to see you there of all places this late.

he waited until you had crossed the distance between you, and stood in front of him to speak.

“y/n, why are you out here this early? i thought you were sleeping.”

“rin, i should be asking you that. it’s too early to be this active my love. come home please, i’m worried for you.”

all was silent for a moment, the only audible sounds on the pitch being a crow cawing in the distance, and rin’s heavy breathing.

“…i’m fine. just go back home. it’s too early for you to be up.”

you stood, hand on hip, showing your determination to get him to give up, not taking no for an answer.

“rin, you need to sleep. you’re overworking yourself. what happens when you’re fatigued and you leave yourself open for mistakes to happen? it’ll be worse for you in the long run.”

“tch, i wouldn’t expect someone who does office work all day to know the inner workings of an athlete. you don’t understand y/n.”

you sighed exasperatingly at his attempts to disarm you. he could be so stubborn when it was really for his own good.

“rin, i don’t need to be an athlete to understand that this isn’t good for you. anyone with two working brain cells can understand that constant working out and lack of sleep isn’t healthy.”

he rolled his eyes and turned back to the football in front of him.

“fine. whether or not you leave isn’t my problem, but i’m not leaving. stay or go, the outcome is the same either way.”

he took position, aiming and shooting flawlessly at the top left corner of the goal, the ball spinning against the net before falling to the ground.

he grabbed another ball, ready to complete the same procedure before you interrupted him once more.

“rin, just please come home, you can come back tomorrow. just because you lost your match doesn’t mean you should overwork yourself like this.”

this time when he turned back towards you, the tone had shifted. his face immediately darkened, eyes thinning into dark slits, eyebrows forming a crease on his forehead. his teal eyes shot daggers into yours.

“listen. we may be together, but that doesn’t mean you get to talk to me like you know what i’m going through. i’m going to be the best football player out there, and if i need to work double to make that happen, then so. be. it. i don’t need someone like you telling me about what i should or should not be doing.”

you stood in silence, effectively stunned and insulted simultaneously. you couldn’t say anything to counter yourself, rin’s harsh words opening up a side to him you’ve never seen before. that wasn’t the worst of it though.

“honestly i don’t understand why i got with you in the first place. you’re so lukewarm it hurts.”

your heart shattered, face hung in desolation and disheartenment.

after not hearing you argue back for a while he scoffed, walking to the side to collect his training bag. “whatever, i’m leaving now.”

he left you there, standing while the gears turned in your head to make some semblance of his words.

you didn’t even register you were crying until the cold nipped at your cheeks, decreasing the temperature of the liquid against your face. you pulled yourself together, just about enough to shakily make your way back to your car and press the ignition button.

you spent the whole car ride crying your eyes out, before wiping your eyes as you arrived back home. rin’s car was nowhere to be seen.

you walked up to the front door, slotting your key in and twisting your wrist to align with the lock.

pushing the door open, you stepped in to see the lights off and the aura dark.

“rin?”

silence.

“rin, are you there?”

nothing.

you sighed, tossing your keys on the table next to the door, making a beeline to your shared bedroom. it was empty, no signs of life present.

you stripped out of your outside clothes and slipped under the covers,

leaving you to cry yourself to sleep, wondering when it all went wrong.

baby you sold me a dream pt.2

[kombuuuu]

Requesting a little drabble on reader being on their period and miles takes care of them🙏

HEADCANONS AND SNIPPETS RAAAHHHHH

u asked my babydoll 🤭🫶

UGHHHHH. do i have to set the standard SO HIGHHH BROOO

—

would so be the type to download a period tracker

he want to know exactly when to make sure he’s free, there’s no way he’s letting you suffer without him there, no matter how major/minor your pains are.

he’d jump at the chance to take care of you

like this man is such a giver, it’s unreal

he’s a big massage believer, like is CONVINCED if you let him run your lower back that the pain will go away — he’s not wrong

he probably asked his ma how they worked, and what helped. and was really embarrassed by it, cause he checked google, and a lot of it just said sex LMFAO

his ma probably laughed at that, telling him those articles were all written by someone’s unique experience, and that they’re all different. then gave him a list of things you might like

ie, gifts, food, comfort, sleep — telling him it all really depended on you. he made note of everything she said, and the first time you ignored him for two days — he showed up with a bunch of roses, and a gift basket full of things you loved.

“Surprise?”

“Wh—.. Honey, are you crying?!”

“Nuh uh…”

“Mami, I can see the tears.”

“No you can’t,” *sniffle* “,You’re insane. Crazy.”

“Oh, pretty — C’mere.”

my man LOVES to do skin care with you, so that basket had like 12 face masks slipped in the sides. he thought he was sly, he wasnt

definitely cooks for you. will never let you eat anything inadequate, and if you want junk food, he’s getting his spider suit out and RUSHING

he’s the perfect man im gonna end it (ME END ME)

bigger drabble under cut

Miles’ footsteps were the only thing he could hear throughout the apartment.

Your family out to their everyday activities, but you weren’t. You hadn’t shown to school, nor texted him midway through class if he’d want to go graffiti the Police department — to which he’d remind you he can’t, his dad would kill him — or even begged him to get you food at an ungodly hour.

None of it, you’d gone completely MIA.

So, naturally, he broke into your apartment. Slipping in through your mothers window, which she always leaves slightly open, and strolling through your apartment like he lived there.

He strained his ears, his hearing being rather advanced due to the bite, but still heard nothing but soft breath. Well, you were alive.

“Conejita? You awake?”

He pressed his palm flat to your door and slowly twisted the knob, opening it in slow movements as to not make much noise.

He was graced by the sight of you, curled tight in on yourself with tear tracked cheeks, puffed up and shiny. Your eyes were closed, passed out from exhaustion, but the way your eyelashes clung to each other was a tell you hadn’t been sleeping for long.

“Oh, baby..”

Miles crouched in front of your bed, pausing the show you’d been watching on your phone and clipping it on charge for when you wake.

He watched you shift, pressing a hand to your uterus subconsciously, and the times clicked.

He made a face, something akin to anger, pulled out his phone and turned off DND. The immediate notification for the period tracker he had installed was frightening.

He cursed at himself, giving you a worried glance before he rushed out of the room. Making sure to quietly close everything behind him, and leaving your Ma’s window cracked slightly open.

—

“Hey, Chiquita — wake up, baby.”

“Wh—.,” You opened your eyes slowly, blinking at the harsh light of golden hour. “What..,”

Turning to your side again, you dragged a hand over your eyes and rubbed, checking to see who it was that woke you.

“Miles?”

“Hey, Mami.”

He watched you wake, glossy eyes baring up at him through a sleepy haze. “Hi..”

Your softened tone, and the way your lips curled softly, god he was swooning.

“Got you some things, Ma.”

Your eyebrows pinched but the smile stayed. “You didn’t have to do that, Miles.”

Shuffling the covers off of you, you sat up in your bed, suddenly realising how hot you were and letting your legs sit atop the covers.

“Oh, Please. Like I wouldn’t.”

“I know you do, it’s just—“

“Don’t even say to save, baby, cause this is what I save for.”

He gave you a pointed look, standing up from his crouched position with a foxy smirk and turning to your desk to grab the items. You playfully rolled your eyes, smacking his ass when he turned.

“Watch the hands.”

“Hypocrite.”

You watched him crowd over your vanity, patting the bed for your phone and giving him a curious look. You realised it was on charge, and smiled to yourself before he turned.

In his hands were a bag of any snacks you could ask for, another from your favourite burger place, and the last filled with pain relief items, and of course, true to him, face masks and nail polish.

“Miles…”

“Oh, sweet thing, don’t cry—,”

“I can’t help it!”

“I know, I know, baby.”

He stepped forward, letting the bags rest in the middle of the bed and crawling to sit next to you, grabbing your face in his hand and leaning on the other — he pressed his forehead to yours. Giving you loving pecks wherever his lips dragged.

“C’mon, Conejita. How ‘bout we eat? Then I can make you feel better with a massage?”

He parted from your face and rubbed his thumb along your waterline, dipping to kiss away at your tears.

When he pulled back again he watched your goofy smile grow, and his heart warmed. “Yeah— Okay.. You know you don’t have—,”

“Don’ even finish that sentence.”

“Pff— Whatever.” You pouted at him with a playful smile, the glint in your eye challenging. He rolled his eyes and a smile played of his own.

“I got your favourite—,”

“We should marry.”

—

+BONUS!!!!

“You feel pretty yet?”

“I feel beautiful.”

Miles twirled in the mirror, the matching panama’s he’d found at Target had you both ditching the clothes you were wearing for the stupid spiderman themed pyjamas.

“I mean— The nails? Professional.”

You giggled at him from the bed and he watched to live for that sound to be the last thing he hears, old and greying with you.

“Mhmm, even with all the smudges?”

“I think they add charm.”

You scoffed at him with playful eyes. And pet your face to readjust the face mask.

“Come here, Mimi, gotta fix your mask.”

He shuffled over to you, standing over your and letting your deft fingers run over his face. “You think you’d be good at wearing masks by now.”

“Oh low blow, baby.” He pinched your arm softly and you smiled at him, all domesticity and love and god, he’d be overwhelmed if he didn’t feel the exact same for you.

“[Name], I love you. You know that, yeah?”

You pulled him down by his neck, giving him a peck through your masks and sighed dreamily. “Yeah, know it so well.”

He pushed your chest, gentle fingers coaxing you to lay down, “Love you, too.”

He laid beside you, and you curled up into him. Watching as he grabbed your phone and opened it to start up the show again.

You let your eyes trail his features, before turning back to your phone. Missing how he did the same.

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

Office Hours/Bells is lowkey becoming one of my comfort fics, I love the lore and that they come from a kind of friendship that makes the whole fucked-up-ness of their situation less apparent xd Is there any chance you're considering writing another part? 👀

Also, your writing style is very impressive to me, I love how you go into detail when describing Y/n's feelings and thoughts and I like your vocabulary :3

Office Hours/Bells - Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader (Part 3)

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 10 329

Warnings: SMUT (public/car sex, fingering, masturbation, overstimulation, p in v, spanking, cunnilingus, dry humping, thigh humping, slight bimbofication), Obsessive behaviour, Professor x Student

Summary: Life had gone back to normal for Y/n now, back at uni and free to live, but she stayed with Jonathan. Then Jonathan starts getting needy and one thing leads to another.

A/N: I had no intentions of writing another part to this but I had to after this ask, thank you so much for sending me this anon 💚 I love hearing from you lot and I really appreciate it :) I'm glad to write someones comfort fic, it means the world to me.

I made Jonathan not only a horny bastard, but also a teasing bastard cause he's an asshat.

I also brought Edward back cause Y/n needs friends! I hope you enjoy 💚

(Part 1) (Part 2)

-

Y/n’s life seemed to have seamlessly returned to its familiar rhythm. University occupied her days and she was granted her freedom to leave whenever she wished. Returning to university proved surprisingly seamless. Explaining her abrupt absence required minimal effort, considering the shitty environment of Gotham. In a city with its own set of pressing concerns, the university showed little interest in the temporary disappearance of a single student. Some of her peers questioned her abrupt absence, but she told them it was family matters which made them drop the topic immediately. Her once-close friends, though accepting her explanation, gradually drifted away due to the lack of communication. She understood their perspective, yet the tethering force of circumstance made rekindling those connections a challenge. Nonetheless, in her newfound relationship with Jonathan, those fading ties held little consequence.

Jonathan had become the focal point of her existence, a gravitational force that commanded her thoughts every second of each living moment. Love enveloped her heart, and every morning, she revelled in waking up next to him, ensuring each time he left was accompanied by a heartfelt goodbye. She made sure he woke her up before he departed at ungodly hours just to say goodbye.

Yet, the intensity of her emotions caused many problems. Times when Jonathan would leave without waking her up, she’d frantically dial his phone, calling a hundred times if she had to, only to unleash her frustration over the phone. But Every time, Jonathan responded with unwavering devotion, hastening back to comfort her unrest and lull her back into a peaceful slumber. There were instances when she felt utterly adrift, grappling with the overwhelming weight of existence, succumbing to panic attacks that left her incapacitated. In those vulnerable moments, he would return to a dishevelled scene, a testament to the chaos that was caused by his absence.

Aware that her obsession was a result of his actions, he acknowledged the unhealthy dynamic but he honestly couldn’t care less. Rather than recoiling, he found a peculiar allure in her obsession. Initially motivated by a desire for her well-being, his aspirations shifted over time. Now, he craved her presence unapologetically, indifferent to the means employed to secure it. What once began as a pursuit of what was best for Y/n transformed into an unbridled desire to possess her, regardless of the cost.

-

"Should I go pick up the rest of my stuff from the dorms?" Y/n inquired, setting her book down and directing her gaze toward Jonathan, who was seated at his desk.

He glanced over at her, considering the question. "I suppose that would be wise. I can drop you off at the dorms to gather your things tomorrow if you'd like. I won’t be able to help you get them though, being a professor and all." Jonathan suggested.

"That’s fine, I have a bunch of suitcases to pack my shit in. I'll let my parents know I've moved into a new rental and won't need to pay for the dorms anymore," Y/n confirmed.

Although her belongings at the dorm were not extensive, the prospect of decorating the warehouse with her personal items excited her, transforming it into a space that felt more like home. She looked forward to the opportunity to drag Jonathan to a department store, determined to infuse the place with a proper sense of homeliness, complete with a well-equipped kitchen. The bathroom, too, demanded considerable attention. In its current state, it lacked any built-in features, as they’d only been there for a week.

-

Gathering her belongings proved to be a straightforward task. Y/n efficiently packed everything from her compact dorm room into the waiting suitcases nestled in her closet. The prospect of adorning the warehouse with her personal items filled her with excitement. Down the elevator and into Jonathan's car parked outside, she loaded her possessions before promptly returning the key to the front desk.

Back at the warehouse, she eagerly unpacked her bag. Carefully laying out her blankets on the bed, the necessity of being well-prepared for the harsh Gotham winters. Finally having a place for the essential home items collected over the years, like plates and cutlery, added a comforting touch to her new living space.

"You've got quite the haul," Jonathan remarked, observing Y/n pull out an abundance of items.

Raising an eyebrow, Y/n questioned, "You don't like my mugs?" She held up a pair of cat-themed mugs that she had just grabbed from her suitcase.

Jonathan chuckled, "I just didn't expect someone who lived at the dorm to have such an array of things."

"Well, I bought them so that when I was ready, I'd already have everything to fill a house," Y/n explained.

Jonathan arched an eyebrow, "Then it must disappoint you that this is barely a house."

"Nonsense. It means I get to choose how this place is decorated," Y/n retorted with a smirk, asserting her enthusiasm for transforming their living space.

"Oh, really? What's your vision then?" Jonathan inquired, intrigued by Y/n's plans.

Leaning against the modest kitchen, Y/n surveyed their current setup. "Well, I'm not entirely certain about the kitchen yet, but it's going to be a vast improvement from what we have now," she asserted, gesturing towards the pitiful kitchen space, barely accommodating a mini fridge with a microwave above and a small countertop.

"And as for the bathroom, gunmetal grey, I think. Nice tiles, too," Y/n envisioned.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow, a practical concern surfacing. "You do understand we can't have people coming in here to do that work, right?" he pointed out, as this place held all his illegal equipment.

"I know. I can do it myself," Y/n confidently replied.

Surprised, Jonathan questioned, "You know how to tile?"

"Yeah, my mum and dad used to do up houses together. I've got some handiness skills, don't worry," Y/n assured, her tone reflecting both competence and determination. “But besides..that’s a job for another day.”

Jonathan hadn't imagined such a skill from Y/n, but he found himself appreciating the prospect of someone finally transforming their warehouse into something more inviting. As Y/n carried on with her unpacking, the idea of a visually improved environment began to take root.

-

Y/n dedicated the majority of her class time to envisioning and designing the ideal kitchen and bathroom for the warehouse. Having already grasped the lesson from Jonathan a week ago in private, most of the material seemed redundant. Jonathan, aware of her tendency to zone out, didn’t mind much. He’d never call her out in lectures like the other students.

Armed with her sketches and ideas, Y/n meticulously outlined the placement of kitchen cabinets and various items in her notebook. She opted against structural changes, acknowledging her lack of confidence in altering the layout of walls.

From his desk at the front, Jonathan observed her from a distance. Even at that distance, he could discern a glint in her eyes as she immersed herself in the creative process. His gaze remained captivated by her presence. The subtle way she bit her lip in deep thought, coupled with her choice to sit at the front, afforded him a clear view of her legs beneath the desk. Legs crossed, bare, and accentuated by the skirt she had chosen to wear that day, further held his attention.

Jonathan had always perceived her in a clean, innocent way–until today. Now, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was a dirty old man. Though she wasn't doing anything remotely sexual, he still felt ashamed of himself. To make matters worse, he couldn't tell whether he'd manage to restrain his impulses once alone with her.

-

The lecture concluded, and Y/n patiently waited for the room to clear before slipping into Jonathan's office.

"I've got some home plans!" Y/n announced, waving her paper triumphantly as she approached him.

Rounding the side of his desk, she brought a chair with her and settled next to him. Leaning in, she shuffled closer, spreading out her papers and indicating the above-view image of the warehouse's floor plan.

"I was thinking we could shift the kitchen over here, away from the bathroom. I mean, having no space between the two rooms is kind of gross, don't you think?" Y/n explained, pointing at the image with her pen.

Jonathan tried to focus on her words, but her proximity, especially the enticing warmth of her thigh against his own, distracted him.

"We can relocate the living space here, and it would be a better setup than what we have now. As we settle in, maybe we could add some walls, but honestly, I'm not confident in my skill set for that right now, so tha—" Y/n abruptly halted her explanation, catching Jonathan's lingering gaze.

"Why are you staring at me?" she inquired, noticing his distraction.

Jonathan, unable to resist, admitted, "Sorry, my Dear," before capturing her lips in a surprisingly passionate kiss, letting actions convey what words couldn't.

She emitted a soft squeak in response to the unexpected kiss, attributing it to Jonathan's attempt to express affection. Detecting an unusual tension in him that day, she decided to let it slide. "It's fine, just don't complain when the warehouse looks weird," she quipped with a playful note.

Y/n rose from the chair and settled onto the couch. However, the lingering trace of her scent and the warmth from her body seemed to cling to him, leaving an indelible impression long after she had moved away.

-

They arrived back at his hideout later in the night, and Jonathan couldn't shake off the feeling that he was a dirty pervert. All he wanted was Y/n's body all over him, a thought that clashed violently with his normally dispassionate nature. Even when he was a teenager, he never had romantic thoughts about anyone, much less lustful ones. But in his defense, his school was full of assholes and his grandmother would beat the lust out of him. But now, with Y/n in the picture, he couldn't help but feel like he was losing control.

Jonathan had promised Y/n that they would sit on the couch together and watch a movie tonight. She was bouncing with excitement, already making microwave popcorn for the movie. When she jumped onto the couch beside him, Jonathan couldn't help but feel his heart pounding in his chest. He tried to focus on the screen, but all he could see was Y/n's warm, inviting body next to him. Jonathan could feel all the blood rush to his dick, making it twitch painfully under his jeans. Thankfully, Y/n kept a blanket on the couch so he could cover up and pretend that nothing was wrong.

Y/n laid her head on Jonathan's shoulder while he sat awkwardly straight. She thought nothing of his usual stiffness, and for once, he was glad for his natural awkwardness. He could feel her warm breath on his neck, and the gentle rise and fall of her chest against his own. He tried to focus on the movie, but all he could think about was the soft curves of her body. He couldn't help but feel a wave of desire wash over him as he fought to keep his hands to himself.

While Y/n was enjoying The Spongebob Squarepants Movie, Jonathan was stuck in a battle with his own thoughts. All he could think about was how he wanted to hear Y/n moan and scream beneath him as he rammed his dick into her. He tried to keep his cool, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that he was losing control.

Jonathan let his eyes drift from the flashy colors of the screen to Y/n. He couldn't help but notice the way her leg was thrusted out from under the blanket, her loose shorts revealing the soft, warm flesh of her thigh. 

All he could think about was how he wanted to bury his face between Y/n's thighs and eat her out while her legs squeezed his head. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and he couldn't help but imagine the way her body would shudder with pleasure as he brought her to orgasm.

Poor Y/n wanted to have a sweet moment together, but Jonathan's thoughts were ruining it for him. Y/n had no idea of the battle that raged within him, the way he wanted to throw her down onto the couch and rut her like a dog in heat. He knew he had to keep it together if he didn't want to ruin this precious moment with Y/n.

He remained blissfully unaware that the film had ended until the closing credits began rolling, accompanied by the familiar tune of "Ocean Man." Y/n sat up, stretching, and inadvertently causing her shirt to ride up a little.

"I love that movie," she expressed, glancing down at Jonathan, who remained seated, seemingly reluctant to move.

"Come on, time for bed," Y/n insisted, seizing Jonathan's hand and coaxing him off the couch.

As she switched off the TV and put the empty popcorn bowl away, Jonathan stood there, taking a moment to readjust his pants, ensuring they wouldn't expose him. The both of them climbed up the stairs and hopped in the bed. 

"Goodnight," Y/n murmured, leaving a tender kiss on Jonathan's cheek before rolling over.

"Sleep came easily for Y/n, but for Jonathan, it was a different story. He lay awake with his hard dick pressed against his pants, thinking he couldn’t possibly be as horny in the morning as he was now, right? Oh boy, was he wrong.

-

For the next week, Jonathan felt like a perverted bastard. Every time he saw Y/n, he could feel his dick pulse in his pants. When he took her to the department store to look at cabinets and countertops, he couldn't help but imagine the way her body would shudder with pleasure as he fucked her over each one of them. How cute she’d look laying over the counters, moaning and squealing in pleasure as Jonathan fucked her. 

The two successfully purchased a nice set of countertops without Jonathan succumbing to his usual impulses. To maintain a low profile, Jonathan opted to rent a trailer for transporting the counters, avoiding the attention that delivery might attract. With the countertops secured, Y/n wasted no time and dove into the task of installing them in her designated kitchen space. Jonathan helped in rearranging everything, providing a helping hand as Y/n drilled the countertops into their designated spots.

Y/n was on the ground, drilling the indie shlefs of the lower cabinets. Jonathan walked up behind her and stood there. Y/n was wearing baggy pair of pajama shorts and he couldn’t look away from her ass. He wanted to grab her hips and force his dick inside of her like some shitty porno. Y/n noticed Jonathan standing behind her and looked back. 

"Everything okay, Jonathan?" Y/n inquired, her concern evident in her voice.

Jonathan inhaled sharply before walking away. He hoped Y/n hadn't seen his raging bulge in his pants. Y/n had begun noticing his strange behavior. If he wasn't strange before, he sure was now. She couldn't understand why he was like this. She tried to focus on their task, but all she could think about was the way his eyes had lingered on her body just a moment too long. Could he be thinking of some kind of twisted experiment like he does to his other victims. She couldn't help but feel a wave of unease wash over her as she wondered what was going on inside his head.

-

Y/n reclined on Jonathan's office couch, casually flipped through bathroom catalogues. As he watched her from behind the desk, Jonathan couldn't help but admire her stunning presence. Flipping through the pages with a smile, Y/n eventually stood up and approached Jonathan, holding a particular page out for him to look at.

"What do you think?" she inquired, presenting the page before him.

Yet, Jonathan found his gaze fixed on Y/n's face rather than the catalog. A face he looked at countless times daily, yet it still retained its irresistible allure, maintaining an enduring power over him. And these past couple weeks, everything about her he admire suddenly brought blood rushing to his dick.

Y/n's smile waned as silence met her question. "Jonathan?"

Before she could react, he swiftly cupped her face in his hands and pulled her into a kiss, leaving her momentarily breathless. She would have gasped if his mouth hadn't enveloped hers. When he finally pulled back, he held her gaze.

"Jonat—" she began, only to be abruptly cut off.

With a forceful motion, Jonathan cleared his books from the table, then effortlessly picked Y/n up from the ground, dropping her onto the tabletop. She squealed in surprise as he stood, the chair screeching against the floor, and loomed over her.

Y/n's heart raced as she realized Jonathan's true intentions. He brought his lips back down onto hers, kissing her with a fiery passion she'd never seen before. He pressed himself up against her, and she could feel his hard member pressing into her. It all made sense to her now. Jonathan was just really horny. All she could think about was the way his kisses made her body tingle with excitement.

She kissed him back, her fingers tangling in his hair. He groaned at her delicate touch and brought his lips down her face, leaving a trail of kisses on her jaw. He sucked and bit at her jaw and neck, leaving marks that would turn into bruises later. His hands glided down the sides of her body, gripping her plush thighs that he had been admiring for the past couple weeks. His rough fingers felt like heaven against her soft skin.

Jonathan subconsciously began grinding his hips into Y/n, and she let out a moan that echoed through the room. Y/n let her hands drag down Jonathan's body, making their way down to his pants, and that's when Jonathan realized what they were doing and where they were. He pulled away from her, but she couldn't help but feel a wave of disappointment wash over her.

"We can't, Y/n," Jonathan said, standing up.

"What!? Why not?" Y/n questioned, sitting up from the table, a frown creasing her forehead.

"I'm not going to fuck you for the first time on a desk in my office," Jonathan said.

"Then why don't you make love to me on your desk in your office?" Y/n teased, playfully dragging her foot up the inside of his leg.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow in response, and Y/n, with an eye roll, conceded, "Fine."

Jonathan assisted her off the desk and took a moment to brush her hair, ensuring she looked presentable. "Come on, let's go home," he suggested.

"Fine, but the second we get through that door, your dick is all mine," Y/n playfully declared.

-

Y/n practically sprinted to the car in the parking lot, surprising Jonathan with her infectious enthusiasm. Once both of them were inside the car, Y/n quickly slid into the middle seat and peppered the side of Jonathan's face with kisses. A warmth spread through Jonathan's neck beneath his collar, caught off guard by Y/n’s affection.

He pulled out onto the road and Y/n was still at his side, her finger drawing pattern on his thigh, her touch like a feather that ignited a flame within him. “You keep this up and I might crash.” Jonathan said, his voice shaking with desire.

She chuckled a little, her tongue darting out to lick the side of his neck while her hand began to wander, tracing patterns on his chest with her tight grip, sending tingles down to his core. Y/n dragged her finger down to his hard member through his pants and squeezed it suddenly, causing Jonathan nearly to swerve off the road. It was a moment of intoxicating desire that he could not control.

"Fuck, Y/n. Are you trying to get punished?" Jonathan inquired.

"Maybe..." Y/n replied with a sly grin.

Jonathan gently removed her hand from his crotch. "Not while I'm driving," he asserted.

"Can you at least play with me then?" Y/n pleaded, pouting.

He sighed, "Lie down," he commanded.

Y/n was caught up in the heat of the moment, her body craving Jonathan's touch. She felt pleasure rush to her core and quickly laid down on her back, her head on Jonathan’s thigh. Jonathan, with his eyes still on the road, brought his hand down Y/n’s body and grasped her thighs. He pulled it back, one of her legs now in the air.

“You naughty fucking girl.” He said, giving her ass a hard slap. “Can’t wait till we're home.” 

She squealed before giggling. “I’m sorry, Professor, I just want you so bad!” Y/n said, her words catching in her throat.

He brought his hand to her core and rubbed her through her shorts. She hummed and grabbed a hold of Jonathan’s arm, her fingers digging into his skin. She started grinding up against it, trying to get more friction, her breath coming in short gasps.

Y/n's body was on fire as she felt Jonathan's hand slide down her pants and into her underwear. She bit her lip and moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. She felt his fingers graze her clit, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her core. He could feel her wetness through her underwear, his fingers slipping and sliding against her. Jonathan did his best to stay focused on the road, his knuckles white on the steering wheel.

He couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He pulled over to the side of the road, his eyes locked on Y/n's. 

“What are you doing?” Y/n asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

“Come here,” Jonathan said, pulling her right up against his chest.

He could feel her heart racing against his own. He pushed her shorts down her legs and opened her back up, his fingers dipping between her wet pussy lips. She let out a moan, her hips bucking against his touch. His other hand pushed her hair out of the way, giving her neck a passionate kiss. She let out a moan, her body arching into his touch. 

“You’re so desperate for my touch, my Dear,” Jonathan said.

He rubbed his finger in circles at her entrance, teasing her and driving her wild. “Yeah, but you’re the one who pulled over to finger me, Dr. Crane..” Y/n giggled, her voice breathy with desire.

He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him, his eyes burning into hers. “Keep up that attitude and you won’t be cumming for a week.”

She let out a gasp, her body shivering at his words. “Sorry, Dr. Crane, I’ll be good..” she said, her voice trembling.

“Good girl,” he said, his eyes softening as he kissed the top of her head. He plunged his finger into her, filling her up with his touch.

He pumped his fingers into her hole, her body clenching and unclenching around his touch. The sloppy noises filled the car, her moans and gasps echoing off the walls of the car. The scent of her sex filled the air, making his head swim with desire. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he pumped in and out of her.

“Tonight, I’m going to make you come, over and over again. You hear me?” Jonathan spoke, right up against her ear.

Y/n nodded, her eyes wide with anticipation. Her walls began throbbing around him, her body shivering with desire.

“Are you gonna cum on my fingers, my Dear?” Jonathan asked.

“Mhmm, Professor, I’m so close!” Y/n whined, her voice breathy with excitement.

He rubbed her in circles, his thumb rubbing against her clit, driving her wild. Her breath picked up as Jonathan continued to pump his fingers inside of her and flick her clit. She gripped his arm tighter, her body shivering with anticipation. He rubbed her in circles, his thumb rubbing against her clit, driving her wild. She let out a moan, her body arching into his touch.

It was a moment of intense pleasure that they couldn't resist. She came hard, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy clenched and unclenched around his touch, the wetness of her sex filling the air. He could feel the heat of her body, the passion of their moment bursting forth in a explosion of desire. It was a moment of intense desire that left them both breathless.

Jonathan pressed a kiss on her temple. “Let’s go home, my Dear.” Jonathan said, his voice sweet.

He pulled his fingers out of her, a string of her slick stuck to them. He brought them to his lips and sucked her sweet essence off of his fingers. Y/n let out a gasp, her body shivering with excitement.

Just as Y/n was about to sit back up, Jonathan held her back, keeping her anchored against him. Her body swelled with love at this little gesture. She laid back against him, her head resting on his chest. She could clearly see his hard member sitting in his pants, but she knew she couldn't touch it while he was driving. The drive back never felt longer. 

-

Getting through the warehouse door, Y/n pounced on Jonathan, kissing him deeply. Her breath picked up as he lifted her off the ground, her body shivering with anticipation. He made his way up the stairs to the bed, dropping her down on it. She gripped the sheets in her fists, her body swelling with desire.

He climbed on top of her, his lips pressing against hers. He moved his kisses to her neck, suckling at the tender skin. She gripped his hair, her body arching into his touch. He thrust his hips against hers, the heat of his body pressing against her. She could feel the hardness of his cock in his pants, the tip pressing against her cunt. She tightened her legs around his hips, pulling him down on her. He groaned, his lips pressing against hers.

 “This is what you wanted?” Jonathan said, seductively.

“Mhmm,” Y/n hummed, her lips biting together.

He bit her neck hard, her body shuddering with excitement. “Say it,” he commanded.

“Yes, Dr. Crane!” Y/n cried, her body arching into his touch.

He smirked, his lips pressing against hers. He continued to grind down on her, the heat of his body pressing against her. She let out a gasp as he ripped her shorts down her legs. 

“Don't think I haven't forgotten about that punishment,” he said.

Jonathan left a hard slap on Y/n's ass, the sting of it burning against her skin. She let out a gasp, her body shuddering with excitement. He rubbed the spot where he had hit her, his thumb rubbing against her skin.

Jonathan grabbed her hips, pulling her up, so her ass was in the air. He spread her legs and gave her ass another slap. 

“Letting your Professor finger you in the car, naughty little girl,” Jonathan said. A hard slap came down on her ass before thrust his fingers into her pussy, the heat of his touch sending shivers down her spine. 

“Playing with your little cunt sounds a lot worse to me, Professor,” Y/n teased.

Another slap came down on her ass, “You calling me a dirty pervert?” Jonathan asked.

“I may be..” she smirked.

“Yeah? So I'm a dirty pervert and you're a naive little girl,” he said, his voice low and rough. He planted a kiss down on her red ass cheek.

Jonathan flipped her back over, planting sweet kisses on her lips. Y/n, eager for more, slid her hands to Jonathan's shoulders, working on removing his jacket. However, just as things were about to escalate, Jonathan's work phone rang, his illegal work phone.

The two of them cursed simultaneously. Jonathan sighed and rested his forehead on Y/n’s with his eyes closed. “You have to be fucking kidding me,” Jonathan said.

Jonathan sat back up, reaching into his pocket to retrieve his phone and promptly answered it. Y/n pouted, propping herself up on her elbows as she watched him on the phone. His voice conveyed clear frustration, and the expression on his face mirrored the sentiment. Whatever transpired, it was evident that the situation was far from favorable.

The call ended, and Jonathan's expression turned somber as he dragged his hand down his face. "I have to head down to Arkham, I'm sorry, my Dear," he sighed.

Y/n's face dropped, desperation evident in her eyes. "No! You can't leave me!" she cried.

"I know, Y/n, I'm sorry. I need to deal with this, the Batman's been snooping, and I can't let that happen," Jonathan explained, gently holding Y/n's face in his hands.

"But I need you!" Y/n's eyes welled up with tears.

"Y/n, if the Batman finds out what I'm doing, I won't be coming back to you at all, and you don't want that, do you?" Jonathan said.

She shook her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. Jonathan planted a tender kiss on her forehead.

"I'll be back, don't cry," he reassured her.

She nodded, sniffling. "I'll wait," Y/n declared.

"I know," Jonathan offered a small smile before hopping off the bed and walking down the stairs.

Y/n fought to compose herself, determined not to shed any more tears. Left lying on the bed as Jonathan exited the warehouse, she wiped away the traces of her emotional outburst and mustered the strength to rise. Making her way to the bathroom, she assessed her reflection in the mirror.

Apart from her puffy eyes, her appearance seemed unremarkable, but she desired to present her best self for Jonathan upon his return. Opting for a quick shower and freshening up, she hastily ascended the stairs to select an outfit for the occasion.

She tossed her clothes around in a flurry, searching for something alluring to showcase her body to Jonathan. Unfortunately, it seemed her collection of bras and underwear consisted mainly of plain and mundane options. While she did have a couple of lacy pieces, they lacked the thrilling allure she desired. She let out a sigh, berating herself for not anticipating such a scenario.

Preferring not to be entirely naked upon Jonathan's return, Y/n searched for an outfit that would offer him the pleasure of unwrapping her later. Opting for a nice skirt and shirt combination, she believed Jonathan wouldn't mind. Choosing a short skirt, she hiked it up even higher, pairing it with a small shirt that ended just below her breasts and featured a flattering sweetheart neckline.

Adorned in her chosen attire, Y/n felt she looked absolutely adorable and held onto the hope that Jonathan would think the same. Laying back on the bed, Y/n contemplated the moments she would share with Jonathan upon his return. Despite her efforts to stay awake and be ready for him, she succumbed to exhaustion within an hour.

-

Jonathan wante to kill everyone that fucked up his night with Y/n, he was furious the entire time getting things sorted at Arkham. Hiding his experiments was already a challenging task, and the incompetence of those who worked for him made everything more difficult to an unnecessary degree.

Jonathan raced back to the warehouse, speeding all the way. By the time he arrived, well past 11 o'clock, the faint sound of a radio reached his ears from upstairs. Climbing the stairs, he sighed at the sight of Y/n, peaceful and beautiful, lying on the bed.

Regret gnawed at him for leaving her alone, he should have stayed, leaving the complications at Arkham for someone else to handle.

Noticing her changed clothes, he smiled. She lay on her stomach, her skirt revealing a hint of her tempting silhouette. Chuckling softly, he joined her on the bed, sitting beside her. As he stroked her hair, he could tell she was deeply asleep.

Jonathan planted a gentle kiss on her head before undressing and changing into pajamas. Slipping into bed beside her, he tucked her in, sharing the warmth of the covers.

-

Y/n awoke to find Jonathan's arm draped over her waist. Uncertain about the moment she fell asleep or when he returned home, a hint of disappointment lingered that they never ended up having sex last night. Nevertheless, the joy of his return outweighed any regrets.

She leaned over to plant a kiss on his lips before gracefully rising from the bed. Jonathan stirred as the bed shifted with her movements, and he watched as Y/n stretched her arms upward and twisted from side to side. Chuckling at the sight of her, with her enticing figure partially exposed, Jonathan's amusement prompted Y/n to turn around and catch his gaze.

"You're up?" Y/n smiled, breaking the quiet morning.

“It would appear that way, my Dear,” Jonathan replied.

Y/n leaned over, giving Jonathan another kiss, and this time, he reciprocated as he was awake this time. Jonathan finally sat up, embracing Y/n in his arms. She smiled, and he swayed her gently from side to side.

“So… are you going to make love to me, Dr. Crane?” Y/n asked, her tone teasing.

She stood on her tiptoes, nibbling at his ear seductively. Jonathan chuckled and shook his head.

“Tonight, my Dear,” he said.

Y/n pouted, “I waited all night!”

“I know, but we have to go to university, and I want to take my time with you,” Jonathan explained with a playful smirk.

Y/n huffed and rolled her eyes. "You better!" she said before making her way down the stairs.

Jonathan chuckled, amused by her playful sulking. He got up, readying himself for the day ahead.

-

In the car, Y/n moved closer to Jonathan, reminiscent of the previous day. Her fingers traced patterns on his thigh, but Jonathan intercepted her hand before anything further could happen. Y/n huffed but decided to let it go.

Upon reaching the university, the two settled in Jonathan's office, awaiting the start of the lecture. Y/n occupied the couch, attempting to capture Jonathan's attention the entire time. She gracefully slid down the couch, causing her skirt to hike up, revealing her underwear.

Jonathan was well aware of her intentions. He chuckled a little, maintaining his self-control. Just the day before, he struggled to keep his dick in check, and now he found himself edging her. Though his thoughts were running wild, essentially eye fucking her, he managed to remain composed.

Y/n was driven wild with desire, yearning for Jonathan's touch. She didn't care where he touched her or where he fucked her, all she wanted was him. She pulled her skirt up higher, revealing her clothed sex, and sat with her legs open, giving Jonathan a view of what he was working with. Jonathan didn't hesitate to look, but he made no move to touch her yet.

Y/n sighed, "Don't make me hump the couch."

"Hump the couch and I won't be touching you," Jonathan said.

“So..” Y/n stood up from the couch and straddled his leg. "Can I hump your thigh then?" Y/n asked.

"Fine, but no orgasm," Jonathan said.

Y/n giggled and began rocking her hips back and forth, her breath hitching as she felt the head of his cock brush against her knee through his pants.

Y/n was riding Jonathan's thigh, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. Her dress had ridden up to her waist, revealing the black lace of her only pair of underwear. Her breasts swayed with each movement, her nipples hard and poking through the fabric. She was breathing heavily, her face flushed with excitement. Jonathan watched her, his cock twitching with desire. He could feel the dampness of her sex through the fabric of his pants. He knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Such a sweet girl, you are," Jonathan said, his hands settling on her hips as she rode his thigh.

Her knees continued to brush against his hard erection, and Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "Calm down, don't wanna fog up your glasses," she teased, looking up at him with a mischievous grin.

Jonathan pulled her closer to his chest, her ass jutting out. He delivered a hard smack to her ass, making her gasp. "Watch it," he said, his voice stern.

Y/n looked up at him with a sly grin. "Sorry, Doc," she teased, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.

Y/n continued to ride his thigh, her hips grinding down hard against his touch. She could feel the wetness between her legs, and she knew that he could too. His cock was hard, and she could feel it pressing against her. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moans that were threatening to escape

Jonathan watched her, his eyes burning with lust. He delivered a swift smack to her ass, making her chuckle and him smrik. Y/n looked up at him, her eyes shining with excitement. 

"Doctor, I think I'm gonna cum," she said, her voice shaking with anticipation.

Y/n was on the edge of orgasm when Jonathan pulled her off of his knee. "I don't think so, Dear," he said firmly.

Her building orgasm vanished, and Y/n was left feeling frustrated and angry. "What the fuck!?" she yelled, her hands balled into fists.

Jonathan looked at her with a stern expression. "I said no orgasm," he reminded her.

Y/n huffed, her chest heaving with anger. "Fine. Then I'll just have to figure out another way to cum," she said, turning away from him.

But Jonathan wasn't done. He swatted her ass hard, making her yelp and turn back around. 

"Don't think for a second that you're in control here," he said.

Y/n was furious. She stood up from her position and stormed over to the couch, crossing her arms.

“No time for sulking, girl, gotta be out in 5...” Jonathan remarked.

She got up from the couch, declaring, “I’m leaving now!”

Y/n stomped out of the office door and headed to her usual seat at the front. She was in for a long lecture.

-

The lecture concluded, and Y/n approached Jonathan, who sported a familiar smirk.

“Ready to head home?” Y/n said.

“For you, yes,” Jonathan replied with a smile.

“What?” Y/n squinted, puzzled.

“I have a meeting, and I've asked Nigma to take you home,” Jonathan explained.

“What, you two are buddies now?” Y/n questioned.

“Doesn't matter what we are; I want you home safe while I'm at my meeting,” Jonathan stated, gathering his belongings.

Y/n sighed, “You better be back before 5, come any later, and I'll be cumming instead,” she teased.

Jonathan chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead. “He's waiting outside,” he informed her.

Y/n sighed and walked out of the lecture hall and outside. She immediately spotted Edward by his bright lime green car.

“How subtle,” Y/n remarked, approaching the car with its windows down.

“Hello, Y/n. Very nice to see you!” Edward greeted.

Y/n hopped into the passenger seat of the car. “So! Doing favors for Jonathan now?” she asked.

“I owe him... and besides, you're much more fun than that stick in the mud,” Edward replied.

Y/n chuckled as Edward pulled out onto the road.

“I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?” Edward suddenly posed a riddle.

“Seriously?” Y/n raised her eyebrows, looking at Edward. “A map. What am I, five?”

“I see that one was too easy, you'll never get my next one,” Edward said.

Y/n sighed, this was going to be a long ride.

-

Y/n was mentally exhausted. Being horny for the entire day was hard enough but dWe ealing with Edward's annoying riddles during the 20-minute drive had only added to her frustration. Despite that, she found some enjoyment in Edward's company.

“Would you like to come in?” Y/n asked.

Edward raised his eyebrows. “You really want me to?”

“Well, sure... just no more riddles!” Y/n demanded.

“You ask so much of me,” Edward said, hopping out of the car.

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’ll live.”

They entered the warehouse, and Edward looked around, whistling in appreciation. “I see you’ve done some work around here,” he remarked.

“You like it?” Y/n asked.

“Much better than Jonathan’s old place. He’s never been the decorative type,” Edward said.

As Y/n led Edward Nigma into the warehouse, she offered, "Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Edward's eyes gleamed with interest. "Ah, the elixir of intellectual stimulation. I'd love one, thank you."

She stared at him for a second, judging his choice of words before walking off. Y/n guided him to a makeshift kitchen area where she had set up a coffee maker. She busied herself with the task of brewing coffee while Edward observed her surroundings, his eyes darting from one detail to another.

Handing him a steaming cup, Y/n took a seat across from Edward at a small table. "Sorry that you had to take me home? Well, not really, you paid it all back by tormenting me with riddles on the drive"

Edward grinned, sipping the coffee. "Well, my riddles are a delight, thank you. Jonathan asked me to ensure you get home safely. You're important to him, you know."

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "I guess even Gotham rogues like yourself have a softer side."

Edward chuckled. "You know.. I’m surprised you even stayed."

Y/n maintained her smile, though it held a hint of frustration. "Well... We were friends before everything," she reiterated, trying to explain her perspective.

Edward continued stirring the conversation provocatively. "You sure it's not... Stockholm Syndrome?" he questioned, his finger tracing the rim of his coffee cup.

"No, it's not. He didn't really kidnap me," Y/n replied, laughter accompanied by a hint of stiffness.

Edward pressed further, bringing up the topic of the infamous bells. "Jonathan told me about the bells..."

"That doesn't matter anymore, he took them off. See!" Y/n shook her feet around, emphasizing that they made no sounds.

Edward, persistent in his scepticism, offered a backhanded suggestion. "I'd say you should see a psychiatrist, but I just think you'd find your way back to Jona-"

"Okay, Edward! I get it!" Y/n interjected, her smile tight-lipped, signalling an end to the topic.

Edward chuckled to himself, savouring a sip from his mug, as Y/n subtly redirected the conversation. "So yeah, I did up a nice kitchen and bathroom," she stated.

He observed his surroundings before responding, "Yes, it's a very nice kitchen."

As they continued chatting over coffee, Y/n was able to ignore the throbbing between her thighs for a couple of hours.

-

As the sun began to set, Y/n sat on the couch, her legs crossed and her eyes fixed on the TV screen. She was getting restless. It had been nearly 5 pm now, and Jonathan still hadn't come home. Edward had left a couple of hours ago, leaving Y/n with little to no distractions. 

She had tried to read, but her mind kept wandering. She had taken a long shower, hoping to relieve some of her tension, but it hadn't helped. Y/n had been feeling a sense of desperation building up inside her. It was like her body was craving something that she couldn't get on her own.

She needed Jonathan. She needed him to make her feel complete. But for now, she was left to her own devices. She sighed and leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths. She needed to relax.

She flipped up her skirt and slipped her fingers down her underwear, touching herself in a way that made her shiver with excitement. Her hands moved slowly and sensually over her body. She moaned softly, feeling her core throbbing with anticipation. She rubbed her pussy in circles, her hips bucking against her touch. Her eyes fluttered close. She needed to cum. She needed it badly.

The TV was blaring, and Y/n was so lost in her own world that she didn't even hear the door open. She was knuckles deep and close to orgasm.

“Well!” a voice from in front of her spoke loudly. She suddenly gasped, opening her eyes and shaking in fright.

It was Jonathan, standing in front of her with a disapproving look on his face.

"You said you had until 5," he said, looking at his wrist watch. "It's only 4:51."

Y/n shook her head, trying to regain her composure. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaking. 

Jonathan shook his head, disappointed. "You think you can just do as you please?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.

Y/n shook her head, her eyes wide with fear. "No, no. Of course not," she said, trying to pacify him.

"Looks like you don't want to cum tonight," Jonathan said.

Y/n begged, grabbing onto Jonathan's arm. "No, please!" she said, her voice shaking. Jonathan didn't say anything else.

He just picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. She screamed as he took her up the stairs and dropped her back on the bed.

"What am I going to do with such a naughty patient like you?" he asked, looking down at her. 

"Anything, Doctor," Y/n said, her voice shaking. "Just let me cum."

Jonathan sighed, feeling frustrated. He wanted to punish Y/n and not let her cum, but he could also see that she was desperate too.

"I'll let you cum," he said, "but you listen to me. I'm in charge."

Y/n nodded her head quickly. "Thank you, Dr. Crane," she said, her voice almost breathless.

Jonathan climbed onto the bed, hovering above Y/n. "You're going to cum three times," he said, "with no breaks, okay?"

Y/n nodded her head quickly. "Good," Jonathan said, his tone firm.

He straightened his back, removed his jacket, and rolled up his sleeves. "Move up a bit," he said, gesturing for Y/n to sit back further on the bed.

Y/n moved up, giving Jonathan more room below her. He knelt in front of her, his eyes fixed on her bare pussy.

"You're going to cum," he said, his voice seductive. "And you're going to enjoy every second of it."

Jonathan grabbed Y/n's legs and rested them over his shoulders. He brought his face closer to her pussy, inhaling the scent of her arousal. Y/n's eyes were filled with desperation as she watched him get closer and closer to her wet cunt. Jonathan licked her slowly, taking his time to tease her. He licked up and down her slit, making sure to hit all the right spots. Y/n moaned, her hips bucking against his touch.

His tongue danced around her clit, circling it slowly before dipping down to her entrance. Y/n cried out, arching her back as she felt him eat her out. Jonathan's tongue was magic, teasing and tormenting her. Y/n wriggled underneath him, trying to get closer to his mouth. She needed him to make her cum. Jonathan smiled to himself as he continued to eat her out, his eyes fixed on her pussy. He knew he had her right where he wanted her.

“Fuck, Dr. Crane!” Y/n moaned, gripping Jonathan’s hair.

Jonathan stuck his tongue into Y/n's entrance, pushing it in as far as he could. Y/n let out a sharp gasp, her eyes widening with surprise. He moved his tongue around, making circles and figure-eights inside her. Y/n bucked underneath him, her hips pushing against his face. Jonathan smiled, feeling her walls clench around his tongue.

He was driving her wild, and he knew it. Y/n moaned, her voice thick with arousal. She could feel her orgasm building, and she knew she was going to explode. Jonathan licked her until she could no longer take it. He pulled his tongue out of her, watching as she cried out in frustration. He smiled, knowing he had complete control over her pleasure. Y/n was his to do with as he pleased.

Jonathan withdrew his mouth, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at her. "Enjoying yourself, my pretty patient?" he asked with a smirk.

“Mhmm, yes, Dr. Crane.” Y/n bit her lips, looking down at him.

Jonathan began to finger her, pushing two fingers into her wet pussy. Y/n gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. He moved his fingers in and out, stretching her walls and driving her wild. Y/n moaned, her hips pushing against his hand. Jonathan smiled, feeling her tighten around his fingers.

He sucked her clit, teasing it with his tongue. Y/n moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. Jonathan's fingers moved in and out of her, hitting all the right spots.

"You're such a desperate girl," Jonathan said.

"Please, Dr. Crane," Y/n said, her voice shaking with excitement.

"I need it." Jonathan smiled, feeling his cock harden at the sound of her voice.

He knew he had her right where he wanted her. "You're going to cum," he said. "And you're going to enjoy every second of it." Jonathan continued to eat her out, his tongue dancing around her pussy.

Y/n moaned, her hips bucking against his touch. "You like that?" he asked, looking up at her. "You like the way I'm making you feel?"

Y/n nodded her head quickly, her eyes fixed on his face. "Yes," she said, her voice thick with arousal. "Please, don't stop."

Y/n's body tensed, her walls clenched around his fingers, and her face contorted in pleasure. Jonathan smiled, feeling her orgasm build. He knew he was driving her wild. Y/n cried out, her body shuddering with pleasure. Her walls pulsed around his fingers, and her cunt spasmed on his tongue. Jonathan continued to eat her out, his tongue moving in circles around her clit. Y/n moaned, her body convulsing at his touch. She rolled her eyes back in her head, feeling the intensity of her orgasm. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before.

Y/n was coming down from her high, her eyes fixed on Jonathan's face. He smiled, knowing she was addicted to his touch. Jonathan's tongue was still on her, lapping up her juices seeping out. She whimpered, pushing his head away lightly.

"No use in that," Jonathan began to unbuckle his pants, his cock already hardening at the sight of her. "I've got all night with you." 

Jonathan pulled his pants down just past his hips, revealing his hard cock to Y/n. She admired it, her eyes fixed on the sight. He stroked it slowly, the dick already slick with her juices from his fingers. Jonathan lifted her legs onto his shoulders, the position she would learn to love. He lined himself up at her entrance, his cock pressing against her wet pussy. He slowly pushed in, watching as Y/n gasped. He smiled, feeling her walls clench around his cock.

Jonathan leaned over top of her, his lips brushing against her ear. "You’re so beautiful?"

Jonathan began thrusting into Y/n, his hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. His hand roamed up the side of her legs, gripping her ankle. He felt the scars on her ankles and rubbed his thumb over them soothingly. Y/n moaned, her body arching into his touch. She reached up to unbutton his shirt, but he grabbed her wrists and held them above her head.

"I'm in control," he said, his voice firm. "You're mine to do with as I please." Y/n whimpered, her body shuddering with pleasure.

“Sorry, Dr. Crane,” Y/n said, breathlessly.

Jonathan's erection was big and hard, sliding in and out of Y/n's pussy. The feeling of his cock hitting her walls sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She could feel every inch of him as he pounded her. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room.

Y/n's head fell back and her eyes were closed tightly as she enjoyed the ride. Jonathan's breath was heavy as he groaned, continuing to thrust into her. He'd never felt something more heavenly, he knew he'd be addicted to the feeling of being inside of her. He continued to thrust, hitting the sweet spots inside of her.

In the position she was in, with her legs over his shoulders and arms above her head, Y/n was at Jonathan’s whim completely and she loved it. She felt his every stroke deep inside her, the burn in her pussy building with each thrust. His musky scent filled her nostrils, and she couldn't help but moan in ecstasy as the heat between them grew.

“You're such a good patient, Y/n,” he whispered against her ear, his hot breath making her wetter. Jonathan's words sent shivers down Y/n's spine.

Y/n couldn't help but moan in response, arching her back as his cock hit her sweet spot again and again.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, “I'm your patient, Dr. Crane.”

With that, he fucked her harder, taking him deep inside her as she called out his name. Jonathan's thrusts grew harder and faster, his hips pistoning into Y/n's pussy with a force that made her gasp. 

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his eyes locked on hers.

Y/n's head fell back as she felt the burn in her pussy grow, her breath coming in short gasps. With each thrust, Jonathan's cock hit her sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. She cried out in ecstasy, her nails digging into her palms as she urged him on.

Y/n felt her second orgasm building, her breath coming in short, heavy gasps. Jonathan's cock was still inside her, his eyes locked on hers as he watched her writhe in pleasure.

“Aww, is my little patient about to cum?” Jonathan mocked.

She had no time to answer when her body began shaking all over again, underneath Jonathan. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, leaving her panting and weak in his arms. Jonathan kept up his pace, his cock hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. Y/n couldn't help but wonder how he was able to hold on for so long without cumming himself.

Y/n felt overstimulated, her senses on overload. Jonathan's cock was still pumping in her, his eyes locked on hers as he watched her writhe in pleasure, Jonathan fucked her harder and faster through her orgasm.

“Doctor, it's too much!” she gasped.

But Jonathan was unmoved. ”I don't care what it is, I'm gonna make you cum two more times,” he growled, his eyes locked on hers.

“B-but I've already cum twice! You said three!” Y/n cried. 

“I changed my mind,” Jonathan replied, his voice low and sultry.

Y/n knew that if she said stop, he'd listen immediately. But she loved the idea that Jonathan was doing this all by force, his cock buried deep inside her as he pounded into her.

Jonathan suddenly flipped her over, Y/n lying on her stomach. Jonathan hovered above her from behind, lining himself up before pushing inside of her again. His body weight above her kept her in place, giving her nowhere to move.

Y/n felt the heat of his breath against her neck as he growled, "You're mine," into her ear. 

She couldn't help but shiver, feeling so desired and taken. As he pounded into her, Y/n couldn't help but cry out in pleasure and overstimulation, her body responding to his every move. The pallets holding the bed up slammed against the floor, the sound echoing through the warehouse.

His hands gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her skin as he pumped into her. Y/n pressed on the mattress, feeling the heavy thud of his cock against her pussy. Jonathan's face was beaded with sweat, he enveloped Y/n in a warm embrace, his arms encircling her shoulders and waist, securing her close to him with a tender grip.

Y/n gripped his arm and sat around her shoulder, trying to hold on to reality. Tears pricked her eyes as Jonathan pounded into her. Y/n could feel his cock slide in and out of her, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks. It was intense, and Y/n couldn't help but beg for more.

Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Pleae! Don't stop!” Tears streamed down her cheeks.

His rough features softened as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, just below her eyes, “You're so beautiful.”

Their breaths came in short gasps as he pounded into her, his movements becoming haphazard. Jonathan's movements became unsteady as he neared his own orgasm, his breath coming in short gasps. Y/n felt his weight shift as he slammed into her, his expression twisting into a snarl. It was a surprise his glasses never fell off with how animalistic he was.

“F-fuck, I need to pull out,” Jonathan shuddered.

But Y/n held onto his arm tightly, not allowing him to move. “No! Please, Dr. Crane! Don’t pull out.”

Jonathan's muscles tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he came, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. Y/n felt him pulse inside her, his hot cum filling her hole. But he didn't slow down, his thrusts becoming even more forceful as he continued to pound into her, ignoring his own overstimulation.

Jonathan's cum seeped out of her while he continued to pound into her, the sticky liquid dripping down her mound. Y/n had no time to think before her third orgasm came crashing down on her like a wave as Jonathan's thrusts grew even more frenzied. She cried out his name, her voice lost in the storm of pleasure that coursed through her body as her heart pounded in her chest.

Jonathan looked down at Y/n, her eyes glazed over and her body trembling with overstimulation.

“That's three,” he whispered, his voice rough with lust. “You can give me another one.”

Y/n couldn't form a coherent thought, her mind lost in a haze of pleasure as she felt Jonathan's cock pumping in and out of her. All she could do was moan and blabber.

"Is my patient all dumb, hmm?" Jonathan's voice was a low rumble as he held her face in his hand.

Y/n couldn't speak properly, her eyes rolling back into her head as he continued to thrust deep into her. She could feel his smile against her cheek as he looked down at her, the corners of his lips curling up in amusement.

Y/n's cunt was so overstimulated that it was numb with each thrust, but she could feel all the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through her body. She knew she wouldn't last much longer, her orgasm building up inside her like a storm brewing on the horizon.

“Fuck, already throbbing around me,” Jonathan muttered, mocking her. 'My sweet little patient is about to cum again, and it hasn't even been two minutes."

Jonathan felt his second orgasm nearing as Y/n was nearing her fourth. He gritted his teeth, his eyes darkening as he continued to pound into her.

“That's it, patient,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “Let it all out.”

Y/n's body arched sharply as her fourth orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her sobs of pleasure echoing in the room as Jonathan's own orgasm hit him like a bolt of lightning. He growled out her name, his heart pounding in his chest as he came, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. They were both left panting and gasping for air, their bodies still pulsing with pleasure as they stared at each other in awe.

Jonathan stopped fucking Y/n and just held her, their bodies still pulsing with pleasure as they lay in a tangle of sweat-soaked sheets.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, his voice rough with emotion as he whispered, “You did well, Y/n… my pretty patient..” 

Jonathan gently pulled out, tenderly turning her over. In her dazed state, he handled her with utmost care, cradling her in his arms. Y/n snuggled closer to Jonathan, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Their clothes, damp with sweat, clung to their bodies.

"Do you want my help having a shower?" Jonathan inquired of Y/n.

"Mhmm, later," Y/n whimpered.

"You really should freshen up, my Dear," Jonathan insisted.

"I can barely fucking think, let alone stand. Later, please," Y/n whined, her eyes closed.

Jonathan sighed. “Hour rest, then you’re showering.” 

“Okay, Dr. Crane,” Y/n murmurs, jokingly.

Jonathan chuckled softly, shaking his head, and simply held her close. Both of them knew that sex would now play a significant role in their relationship now, as neither could get enough of each other.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you liked it. I plan to make some more for this series and feel free to request other stories too. I can't imagine it being a long series but I do have plans to write more. 💚

I began writing the smut scene while the poll was still going, so I started with calling Jonathan Professor Crane as it was in front but it ended up being Dr. Crane in the end, so I adapted to that, thank you everyone for voting in that poll, I appreciate the help :)

[lucllle]

I've had somno with diff genshin men in the head for a hot min so i decided to do little drabbles !

cw: somno(obviously), dubcon(just to be safe), creampies

characters: xiao, childe, and diluc

keep in mind this is all with implied consent before the situations described so,, nsfw under the cut!

xiao

He had reservations about this but after tons of reassurance, he'll definitely try it

Often after he came back from completing his duties, he came home to you sleeping. He wished that you'd stay up to keep him company, but he knew that was a lot to ask when he always came home at such an ungodly hour.

The poor boy had so much pent up stress, and seeing you laying there peacefully while he stood beside you was just too much of a tease.

It's what you would've wanted, right? For him to undress you as he was doing now, sitting between your thighs after taking your panties off.

He convinced himself that you would enjoy every second of this- and you would've if you were conscious. His patience began running thin as he pulled his pants down just enough to pull his cock out, pumping it slowly while he stared at your mostly bare form.

Xiao made sure you were wet before he even touched you- he had manipulated your dream to make you fantasize about him, sliding a finger between your folds to gather your wetness.

He didn't bother prepping you with his fingers or mouth, instead positioning the head of his cock at your entrance. He slid inside of you slowly, gripping your thighs to put them against your chest.

He let out a shaky breath, screwing his eyes shut while he slowly began thrusting into you. He could cum on the spot if he wanted to, but he wanted to savor the moment. He let out the smallest groans, eventually picking up speed.

You awoke to him fondling your breast, using his other hand to fist the bed sheets next to your head. He was very close to you, inches away from laying down on you. You had no clue how long he'd been going at it- all you knew is that your thighs were trembling against him, and that you couldn't help but cry out for Xiao when he started to get more rough.

You bit onto his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him. And just like that, he became undone, immediately spilling inside of you. When you were awake, he refrained from making too much noise- focusing on you instead. But the way he mewled above you was otherworldly, and only aroused you more.

He lulled you back to sleep, and it was easy since you were still drowsy. He started to harden after staring at you beside him, biting his lip before pushing you to lay on your side in front of him. There was no need to stop at one round, right?

Childe

He was THRILLED as soon as you even hinted at being into somno. He has so many kinks but doesn't wanna scare you off so he's really happy you enjoy something he does !!

He immediately decided to take you up on your offer, though waited a bit so it could be more surprising. He watched you sleep for a little once he got home, though the serene moment didn't last very long. Childe lazily fingered you (reluctantly), wanting nothing more than to be inside you.

Once he decided you were stretched out enough, he flipped you over to your stomach, lifting your hips with one of his hands. He bottomed out into you immediately, groaning at the feeling.

He paid no mind to being gentle, immediately starting to piston into you once he had you in a comfortable position. He kept your head on your pillow, slapping your ass when you woke up.

" Quit crying. You asked for this... " He shoved your head into the pillow, moaning in your ear when you clenched around him. It didn't take long for him to cum inside you, pulling out of you with a sigh.

You fell to the bed, already tired. However, you felt Childe grab at the side of your thigh, flipping you over onto your back before bringing your legs over his shoulders. He pushed into you, frowning when you tried to squirm away.

" Aw, are you tired? Poor thing, you might not even be awake once I'm done with you. That's fine, though. I don't really mind. " He laughed at your whines, having his way with you for the night.

diluc

He was always so exhausted when he came home, he'd immediately be knocked out after a warm bath and being in your arms!

Diluc was usually dominant while awake, but he just seemed so peaceful while sleeping. It'd be such a shame if you woke him up for your own selfish desires, right?

It didn't take very much to get him to full length. You teased his chest area first, rubbing his nipples and kissing his neck gently. You even palmed him through his pants, and after struggling for a few seconds, you managed to take them off.

You snaked your fingers up to the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down just enough to reveal his length, his tip already a mean red and sticky. You watched him stir when you gave him a few kitten licks experimentally, hearing his breath hitch when you took him in your mouth completely.

You cupped his balls in one of your hands, gently suckling at his cock while struggling not to gag too much. You used your other hand to compensate for the amount you couldn't take in your mouth. You worked at a slow, almost teasing pace, rubbing your thighs together at the small noises he made.

You could feel him getting closer and closer to his climax, and quickly pulled yourself off him before he could. His body relaxed after a few seconds of you not touching him, and you smiled amusedly when his eyebrows furrowed.

You crawled onto him, hovering above his cock before positioning him at your entrance. You lowered onto him every so slowly, his girth making for a delicious stretch. You clenched your jaw before dropping onto the last few remaining inches, catching your breath while taking his hand into yours.

You intertwined your fingers with his, smiling when Diluc's fingers squeezed yours just a bit. You started grinding against him a bit before moving up and down his length ever so slowly.

You held onto his hand tightly, shutting your eyes before picking up speed. You could feel him twitch and throb inside of you, but you paid no mind to the possibility of him waking up.

With your quicker pace, he began getting closer. You thought it'd be fun to edge him in his sleep, to confuse him when he woke up in the morning as to why he'd be so pent up.

You moved to lift yourself off him, only for one of his large hands to grip your hips.

" You know better than to do that more than once. " He held you in place, thrusting up into you quickly. It didn't take very long for him to bottom out completely, coming undone.

He made smaller, shallow thrusts to ride out his orgasm before loosening his grip on you, allowing you a few seconds to relax.

" You should be a bit more quiet if you'd like me to stay asleep next time, my love. " He shut his eyes, pulling you into his arms while still inside you.

You would've found it cute if he didn't immediately cup your boob in his hand, fondling you as he pleased.

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I could do another part if people like this one/if i feel like it,, lmk what other men you'd like to see though !!

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Obey Me! Older Demon Brothers With an MC Who Gives Punches When Surprised

A/N: Ayo! I'm back with another hc that's living rent-free inside my head. But first of all, I wanna thank you guys for supporting my first hc. I didn't expect it to receive such support when I wrote it. I feel ecstatic knowing that you guys liked it.

Now, I never really "punched" someone when they surprise the shit out of me, but I did hit someone accidentally when they scared me while watching my classmate play Granny (sorry whoever that was). It was really funny to imagine when the brothers get smacked by MC when surprised, so I decided to write this crack hc.

Another note: I got too lazy for the other brothers lol. But if you guys want I'll try to make the younger brothers' edition.

Summary: The title is self-explanatory.

Genre: Crack

CW: N/A

MASTERLIST

Younger Brothers + Diavolo & Solomon Version

Lucifer

This is very unlikely to happen but let's just say that it did happen once.

You woke up from a nightmare that night. Earlier that night, you and the other brothers decided to watch a horror movie for movie night. It was an understatement to say you were scared. You went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water to calm yourself down.

Meanwhile, Lucifer, who was pulling an all-nighter to finish his work, also decided to go to the kitchen when he noticed his cup of coffee was empty.

He notices that the kitchen lights were open. He immediately assumed that it was Beel having another one of his midnight fridge raid.

Was about to shout until he saw your figure, and his anger readily subsided.

But he's curious as to why are you still awake at this ungodly hour.

He tugs your shoulder and asked.

"MC, why are you--”

His words were cut short when your fist made contact with his face.

You two stood there silently for a moment, your brain took a few seconds to process what just happened between you and the firstborn.

When you finally realized what just happened, panic quickly took over your body.

"O-oh my gosh, Luci! Are you okay?!"

He just waves it off, and he clears his throat to affirm that he is okay.

"Yes, I am fine. But I have to say, you do have some strong punches."

He will ask you to keep this incident between the two of you because it is likely that his brothers will use this to blackmail him.

Mammon

He just came from one of his money-making schemes when he saw you walking alone in the street.

What the hell is his human thinking walking alone in the street? You do realize that you're in the Devildom right? Walking alone in the street is like an offer to the lower demons that you're a free meal. But the Great Mammon won't let that happen on his watch.

He started running and when you were finally within arm's reach, he grabbed one of your shoulders to get your attention.

He was going to ask you why you were walking alone but you didn't give him a chance to when you decided to make his face into a punching bag.

Oh my Diavolo, I think he broke his nose!

He started groaning and you started panicking, saying incoherent apologies to the demon who became a victim to one of your surprised punches.

"...What the hell was that for?! Are ya tryin' to break my nose or somethin'?"

"I'm really, really sorry Mammon, it's a bad habit of mine. There are a lot of creeps back in my hometown that's why I can't walk alone on a street without being always on guard. I really didn't mean to punch you."

Why are you giving him that look?! You know he can't stay mad at you when you give him that puppy dog eyes.

Alright, fine! He'll forgive you for this, but only if you're the one who'll take care of his facial injury. Don't get him wrong though. He's not asking you to do it because he wanted to be pampered by you, okay?!

Leviathan

You were lounging on the common room couch with Levi and you were playing a horror escape game on your phone.

He was curious about the game you're playing since it's rare for you to be engrossed in one.

So he decided to look over your shoulder to peek into your screen.

Wrong move, my dude.

At the time he looked over your shoulder, the serial killer caught your character, which caused you to yeet your phone and jerk your hands away.

MC's Hands - 1 Leviathan - 0

"OH MY GOSH! I am so, so sorry! A-are you okay?!"

He's fine MC, don't worry. But his forehead isn't.

I mean, you did hit him in the forehead with your bony knuckles, which will leave a mark for a few days. But he can cover it with his bangs so it wouldn't be visible to others.

He'll make a mental note to never look over your shoulder again, especially when you're playing a horror game.

[rukkiya]

isn’t it obvious

(diluc x reader)

part 2 of “can’t make a sound”

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You couldn’t help but pace outside of your mother’s house. Clutching your pocket watch in your hand as you had just knocked on the front door, feeling so guilty for coming so late, for having to wake her up at an ungodly hour of night.

“Y/n?” Your mother’s voice softly called out, sleep lacing her tone.

You wipe your face hoping that your tears were now dry and your swollen red eyes were back to normal. “Mom, Surprise! Haha I decided to come visit you after all, I’m sorry it’s so late.” You laugh, closing your eyes at her concerned stare as she narrowed her own eyes at your state.

“I’m surprised to say the least, I’m more than happy you’re here. But sweetie, why are you here so late? Are you aware of the time? And why are you alone? Where’s Diluc?” Your mother threw one question after another at you, only upon hearing his name did she stop seeing your shoulders slump and your smile drop.

“What happened? Sweetie?” Your mother opened the door wider, arms opening up welcoming you in her embrace that immediately made you break down once again. She only held you, rocking you back and forth, slowly making her way back inside with you. She sat you down on the couch to make sure you were ok. Only, after she calmed you down you immediately fell asleep, she didn’t mind one bit though, she didn’t even bother getting up as she let your head lay on her lap as her own eyes shut once again. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her and she didn’t press on, she understands, she’ll wait until you're ready to talk about it not wanting to cause you any more pain than you’ve felt tonight alone.

Diluc sat in his office as the night enveloped him whole. Only a single candle was lit in the dark room as his head hung low in his hands. He wanted to go and get you back right now more than anything but the rational side of him told himself to let you cool off. He knew where you were going at the very least so he knew where to find you but he wanted you back home, he needed you back home, now. He would’ve ran after you, into the night to get you back safe in his arms where you belong but he also knows you probably didn’t want to see him at the moment either. He had to swallow his stubbornness and respect that but archons, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t going crazy.

He couldn’t bring himself to go back into your shared bedroom, no not without you in there. Your presence was something that was greatly missed even though you’ve been gone for only a few hours by now. Your voice and laughter wasn’t heard echoing down the halls as usual and Diluc was now left with what you’ve been feeling for the past days, weeks, months even. Throughout the past few years you’ve been together he’s never been alone without you at the Dawn Winery and now that he is he can’t handle it, his heart feels too heavy as he recalls his actions of last night. Of his negligence for the past few weeks. He’s getting a taste of his own medicine.

For the first time in a very long time Diluc didn’t show up for work at the tavern. The soft rays of sunlight were now peeking in through his office curtains indicating just how fast time has slipped through his fingers without him even noticing, as he was in his own head the whole time. His usual schedule was broken for the first time in a very long time. He got ready for today yes but not for his usual routine, he got dressed but only had one objective on his mind today and that was going to your mother’s to get you back. No one at the Dawn Winery dared to ask Diluc why he wasn’t at work yet or why he missed today as some of them had heard what happened. So as he walks out of the house, eyebrows furrowed, eye bags prominent and hair a bit unkempt and messy, no one says a word. They know where he’s going and who exactly he’s going for.

Diluc was no stranger to your mother’s house. He was introduced to her a few months after you both had gotten together and to say that your mother loved him was an understatement. Everything about Diluc screamed perfect to your mother. He was a true gentleman, a bit stoic, but caring nonetheless. She’s seen the small smile that plays on his lips when he’s with you and the way his eyes always wander to you if you're both in the same room together. As for your mother, Diluc couldn’t help but come to care greatly for her as well. He saw where you get your stubbornness and also your sharp tongue. He couldn’t help but come to love visiting your mom during special times as he found comfort in a mother figure he never really had.

On his way to your childhood home he had time to think. To think of everything he’s done, and everything he hasn’t. You’ve been quietly accepting the way he’s been treating you, not uttering a word, not even complaining. But the one night he promised you, the one night he comes to love more and more every year he forgot. Not only that but he went out and had dinner with someone you can’t help but feel insecure around. Every time his mind brought it up he felt sick. Heck if he was in your position he wouldn’t even know what he would’ve done.

Diluc has a hard time conveying his true feelings through words most of the time so he conveys his appreciation through actions, but he knows actions alone aren’t going to convince you that his answer all along is you. No, he needs you to hear the words come out of his mouth, he needs to look you in the eyes and tell you word for word what he feels for you but he’s unsure if he can even do so as his love for you knows no bounds. He’s scared he loves so hard that he can’t control himself. He stood silent and let you leave because he couldn’t form his love for you into words but this time, this time he’ll let you know.

Diluc found himself walking up the familiar pathway to your mother’s house a bit after 12:00 the afternoon, a gentle breeze blowing by making Diluc’s heart squeeze at the sight of your house. He isn’t one to feel anxious or nervous in any way but something heavy formed in his stomach as he feared the worst. He’s scared, terrified you’re going to not want to see him, say it’s over and all is done. But he won’t give up. Diluc swallows the lump in his throat and adjusts the tie on his neck, pulling it down to loosen it up a bit.

Diluc only quickened his pace up the path, wanting nothing more than to make sure you’re ok, that you’re safe. He saw your mother exiting the front door as he made his way up the trail to the porch.

“Y/n, I’m going to head out, I’ll be back in a bit make sure you eat something ok? And please stay for as long as you need, you're more than welcome to do so. I’ll just make a quick run to grab some food, I’ll be back soon!” You mother called out, her head facing the side as she opened the door. Diluc only froze in place. Did you tell your mother what happened? Was she going to be mad at him? His mind raced as he just stared at her, not knowing what to say, not knowing what she'd tell him.

Your mother only turned her head as after she closed the door, not even startled by Diluc’s presence, only sending him a soft smile and walking up to give him a hug.

“Diluc sweetheart, it’s good to see you.” Your mom welcomed him like he was her own, not asking why he’s here as she knew deep down why he was. Though you didn’t tell her anything, she can tell why he’s here by how he looks, just as bad as you did when you showed up last night. She has no reason to send him away or be mad at him as she knows he’s here to make things right. Just by him being here showed how much he cared, he could’ve let you be or not even bothered to come at all to make amends but he’s here and it only made your mother proud that he cares so much. Diluc only returns her hug and sends her one of his very rare reserved smiles as he lets out a small surprised chuckle.

“Pardon my sudden intrusion Mrs. y/l/n, I didn’t mean to come out of nowhere and I’m very sorry I didn’t come last night with y/n I didn’t mean to let them come alone we just-“

“No need to explain,” Your mother only lifted her hand, gently patting his shoulder. “No reason to apologize either, you're welcome here anytime, and no need to tell me your business. I know you came here for a reason and I don’t want to intrude, please continue to take care of y/n for me and please stay here until I come back. They’re inside, make yourself at home and talk to them.” Your mother squeezed his shoulder and stepped around him.

“Thank you,” Diluc could only smile at your mother, seeing exactly where you get your understanding heart from. “I'll make things right, I promise.” He whispers under his breath as your mom waves at him making her way out, leaving him at the porch to do what he came here to do, make things right.

Diluc was now faced with the door in front of him as he made his way up the porch. He wasted no time knocking, tapping his knuckles on the wooden door three times. Shortly after he heard shuffling come from the inside indicating you were moving to the door, he only straightened his posture.

“Mom?” You questioned as you turned the knob, confused as to why she was knocking when she usually always carries her keys with her at all times.

Your mouth slightly hung open upon seeing who was on the other side of the door. You hadn’t expected to see him so soon. Honestly you didn’t really know what to expect. Him to be mad? Upset at you for just barging out. You felt embarrassed for just leaving last night but your heavy heart couldn’t stand staying another second after you got your answer.

You prayed that your eyes weren’t as swollen as they were last night. Though you didn’t expect him to be here so soon you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel slightly bad for leaving him alone. Though he hurt you, you still wanted to see him as well, you missed him.

You open the door wider and look down at your hands, not really knowing what he wants you to say.

“Diluc-“

“Love, can I talk to you, please. I need you to hear this. I need you to actually hear me say it so you can understand my feelings.” Diluc blurted out, his nerves getting the best of him but one look at you and he knew just how much this hurt you. The bags under your eyes and red circles indicated that you were crying for who knows how long by now.

Diluc felt his jaw clench at your appearance, knowing he was the one that caused you distress was making him more angry at himself than he already was.

You only blink at your hands. “He wants to talk? Is he going to end things? Finally going to call it quits as I made him realize it wasn’t me he wanted this whole time?” Your mind started to spiral again, as it’s been doing since yesterday. You felt your eyes start to burn again as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, too scared to hear what he’d say. Too scared to look him in the eyes.

“T-talk? I got my answer yesterday no need to do so.” You stutter out, voice slightly cracking making Diluc’s fist clench.

“Hey hey, y/n no,” Diluc took a step forward as you took one back, once again recoiling from his touch making him hurt more.

“No please don’t, don’t back away from me. Let me tell you what I have to say. Listen to me.” His eyebrows draw together as he holds his hands up, indicating he won’t try to grab you again so you won’t back up.

“Y/n Listen, I don’t know why I hesitated. I was just shocked that you even had to ask such a question. Don’t you see?” He looked down at you, eyebrows furrowed. You only wipe the burn from your eyes and continue to stare at your hands.

“Don’t you see y/n,” Diluc whispered, his hand slowly coming up under your chin to make you look at him, he wanted to look you in the eyes to show how serious he is, how much he means the words he is about to say.

“You are the one I’d choose,” He breathed out. “In a heartbeat. No one else, not Jean, not anyone. You are the one I’d choose over anyone. You’re the only one that’s made me see the joys of life and living in general. Before you I was a shell of a man and you brought my life back, you revived me, so please don’t ever for one second think that I would put anyone before you as no one but you has my heart.” His eyes held so much tender love in them as he spoke, making your sniffles become even louder. You half expect him to break things off, not tell you this. But this, this was much better, your heart only felt heavier at his words feeling ashamed for letting your intrusive thoughts get the better of you.

“But- but I don’t deserve- Jean is s-she’s the one you want?” Your eyebrows furrowed as your vision blurred once again. “Besides I- I left you alone, I didn’t let you explain. I-I’m sorry I didn't know what to-“ you stuttered as tears rolled down your cheeks.

Diluc couldn’t bear to stand there and watch you break down again. He took two long strides up to your small frame wrapping you up in his arms, tucking your head under his chin as he shook his head no, relief washing over him as you didn’t move away. “Shhhh love I have you, I’m not letting you go either.” Diluc wrapped his arms tighter around your frame, you still had your intrusive mindset and he couldn’t handle seeing you like this. Your hands only clutched his shirt as he held you, you felt just as much comfort from his embrace as you did from your mother’s. “You don’t need to apologize to me love. I’m sorry for leaving you alone for so long. For not giving you the answer sooner, I just thought you already knew, I thought you could clearly see you're the one I’d choose. Seeing you walk out made me realize what a fool I’ve been,” Diluc pulled away, holding your face in both of his hands as he looked down at you.

“You love, are the reason I wake up every morning, your voice, your laugh, your everything is all I need, all I want. Please don’t ever let your mind think otherwise. Even if it does I’ll show you, remind you just how special you are to me no matter how many times I need to do so. But please don’t leave me, don’t ever leave again, as I don’t think my heart can handle ever seeing you walk out the door.” His forehead now rested against yours as he closed his own eyes to stop the burning in his eyes. Diluc has always been one to never show emotion, he always wore his usual stoic expression with a small frown tugging the corners of his lips, he’s always had a hard time explaining his feelings, but seeing him with this much emotion and hearing him say the words you thought you wouldn’t hear made you believe that the words he spoke were genuine, truly from his heart.

Your hands gently wrapped around his wrists giving them a gentle squeeze, your heart feeling heavy seeing him hold back tears.

“D-Diluc,” You hiccup, now crying because of what he said, not because he hurt you no because his words made you feel loved, in a way you didn’t think you deserved he showed you otherwise. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left you alone,” You give his wrists a gentle squeeze as you feel them slightly tremble against your face. “I’ll stay right here, I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain earlier, but I believe you Diluc, I do. Thank you for coming for me, for not letting me go, thank you f-for choosing me.” You choke out, everything you’ve been holding in now spilling out. Your mind made you believe that you weren’t worthy of him for so long, not worthy of his love but the words he spoke to you made you see otherwise, the man standing in front of you poured his heart into his words which wasn’t something he often did, he made you feel loved just by assuring you, that it’s you he wants.

Diluc only closed the distance between you both, not knowing how else to put his feelings into words. He hoped his lips on yours would tell you everything he feels. He pulled you in closer by your waist, other hand gently cradling the back of your head not letting you go, too afraid you’d walk away again.

Out of breath you both pull away as Diluc’s thumbs gently brush the tears off your face. “No love, it is I who should thank you for choosing me.” He gently smiled as your beautiful smile appeared on your lips, oh how he missed your smile so much. “You’ve no idea how much I’ve missed you dear, archons it’s been far too long.” He smiled down at you, a smile only reserved for the one person he truly loves as he was truly a lovesick fool for you. He only closed the distance between you two once again, holding you close, not letting you go as he knows he has to cherish these precious moments. He is yours as you are his. He promises himself as he deepens the kiss that he’d take away and uncertain feeling or insecurity you have about yourself and remind you just how much love he has for you and he’d gladly show it through kisses anytime.

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authors note: helloo!! ^~^ I hope y’all are doing good and staying safe! hehe part 2 is here!! I just wanted to say thank you all sm for the love on the first part omgdjshsuhd you are all so sweet plz- I didn’t plan on writing a part two but I had to after I left off like that lol sorry for breaking your hearts but here is a hurt to comfort part 2!! please I hope it doesn’t disappoint, I do hope you all enjoy <33

[immortallylightbird]

Prompt #12

(SPOILERS FOR AVENGERS: ENDGAME)

Three different pairs of eyes snap open in tandem, each during different points in time. But all equally confused on what was going on.

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Danny Fenton awoke with a gasp, phantom pains shooting up his arm. The halfa looked around frantically before sighing in relief at the sight of his room. He grabbed his phone to see what ungodly hour he woke up at, only to stare in bewilderment at the date that was displayed on the screen.

'That couldn't be right.' He thought to himself, frowning. Last he checked it was not 20XX. Nor was it two months before the portal accident. After a bit of contemplating he groaned, getting out of bed and starting to get ready for the day while internally cursing Clockwork. He couldn't even visit the time ghost to yell at him! Danny then spluttered as a bright green sticky note was slapped onto his face.

'Have fun living.'

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Jason Todd didn't immediately open his eyes, that'd be stupid and would against any and all training he got from Bruce. He could just tell that something was *off* though. He felt different, he couldn't place exactly what was different but it was definitely something. He carefully listened to his surroundings, trying to see what kinda place he was being kept in. After assessing the room for any potential threats he slowly opened his eyes. His brow furrowed as he looked around what seemed to be his room as a teen when he was living in the manor. Jason slowly sat up and got off the bed. He quickly gauged that his height was immensely different as he walked over to a mirror, he immediately stared in shock. A good description of his reaction would be 'what the actual fuck'. He was a teen again. Like, around the age he stole the batmobile tires. How the hell was that possible? Did Flash fuck up the timeline again?? His gaze drifted to a bright green sticky note.

'Enjoy your time living.'

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As Peter Parker woke up sitting upright while gasping for air, his first thought was: 'I should be dead.'

But no, he was in his and May's apartment, very much not dust floating through space. He looked around at the many Star Wars Legos and other very distinct things that made up his room. Nothing was changed, and his spidey-sense wasn't going off, but there was definitely something wrong here. Peter looked down at himself, trying to find any evidence that was dusted away before grabbing his phone off his nightstand and looking at the date, 3 months before the snap. How was that possible? He should be dead- no, he WAS dead. He got up and walked around his room slowly, trying to look for anything that signaled that he was dreaming. There was nothing. It wasn't a hallucination either. Just as he turned around to walk out the door, he spotted a strange bright green sticky note stuck to the door.

'Use your time wisely.'

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In another realm during a different moment in time, a deity smiled, shifting between forms. He would probably be getting in trouble for this later, but it would be worth it in the end. Afterall, he knew these kids would make the best of the time they had now that they knew of future events.

Well, hopefully. Nothing ever goes according to plan with time.

[hey-kae]

Trust me

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Request: Hello, me again! Just a fluffy thought: the reader goes with Charles to the track for one of the Ferrari promotions and she gets to ride with him in the three seater car? So she gets to talk with him over the radio and experience a day of driving with him? Maybe she freaks out over how fast they go and keeps telling him to slow down lol

Warnings: language and one sexual joke

Sidenote: sorry this took me so long to write😬. Do i know if Ferrari have a double seater? No but I didn’t want to include a third person in the car. Also we’re gonna pretend they would actually have a radio in this case for the sake of the imagine.

After a peaceful night of comfortable sleep with Charles in his apartment in Maranello, you woke up in the morning to him moving around the barely lit bedroom, trying so hard to be quiet but failing even harder to do so as stuff kept dropping from him onto the floor. In an unusual behavior at such ungodly hours of the morning, you found yourself chuckling at his hunched posture as he tiptoed around the bed, heading to the bathroom, barely dressed but carrying a pile of red clothes in his arms. You smiled to yourself as you watched him cringe at the slightest sound, not aware that you had woken up and were watching him.

“Good morning, baby.” You greeted, slightly startling him, causing him to immediately straighten up.

“Shit. I’m sorry, mon amour. Please go back to sleep, i will be quieter.” Charles was quick to apologize, his voice still barely above a whisper.

“Don’t worry about it.” You shrugged it off, gesturing for him that it was okay.

He padded barefoot access the room, right back to the bed and leaned down to give you a kiss that you happily returned before you asked him what was on his schedule for the day.

“Carlos and i are filming a video in the two-seater F1 car.” He grinned, his excitement about that clearly shining through his delighted expression, his passion being clearer than ever. It made you smile up at him.

“You look really excited, chéri.”

“I am. It will be- Actually,” he titled his head to the side as if he was considered something, “why don’t you come with me?”

You sat up and stretched up your arms with a yawn before speaking.

“Oh, no. I wouldn’t want to get in the way.”

“Get in the way?! Mon amour, non! I want you there, that way we can spend more time together and you can watch me drive!” His hand wrapped around your arms and he started literally dragging you out of bed while chuckling.

“Charles!” You squeaked, laughing along with him.

“What has gotten into you?”

“Je veux bien t’emmener avec moi, chérie.” I really want to take you with me, darling.

You looked at him, eyes practically begging you to accept his offer and lips almost pouted making it nearly impossible to say no. You shoulders slacked and you sighed in surrender.

“Fine.” You exhaled and let him drag you off the comfortable mattress.

“Merci, baby.” He grinned and kissed you again before he disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you to stare at the few items you had brought with you hung neatly in the closet, trying to put together an outfit decent enough for the day.

The drive to the Ferrari Factory was short and mostly silent on your side since you were still a bit sleepy. You just listened to Charles ramble on about the car he’d drive today. You loved listening to him talk, especially when the subject was something so close to his heart. It calmed you beyond words and made you smile.

Once the two of you stepped foot into the building, Charles’ attention became divided between you and the people there. It seemed that everyone who passed by him made it a point to stop and greet him and therefore you.

“Come on, i need to quickly stop by Mattia’s office before we go to the track.” Charles intertwined your fingers with his and started guiding you down hallway after hallway as if he knew them like the back of his hands.

Once the two of you reached the Italian man’s office and after polite but brief conversation was exchanged, you took a seat in a chair next to Charles and mindlessly listened to him and Mattia talk in Italian, not understanding most of what they’re communicating until they both stood back up, exchanging “ciao”s and shaking hands.

Charles, still switched onto his Italian mode, held you hand and tugged on it as he poked his head towards the door and said, “Andiamo.”

“Huh?” You asked, already following him out of the office.

“What?” He frowned, “Oh, sorry. It means let’s go.” He smiled at you as you walked.

“Oh, okay. Andiamo.” You grinned at him and started walking faster, passing him.

Charles chuckled at that, pulling on your hand so he’d be able to hook his arm around your shoulders.

“T’es trop mignone.” You’re so cute. He kissed the top of your head as the two of you exited the building, a blush spread across you cheeks.

That didn’t go unnoticed by Charles.

“Look at me, mon amour. I still make you blush, love?” He grinned and tugged you closer.

“Oh, please. Have you ever looked in a mirror, Mr. Leclerc?” You teased him and he burst out laughing, the sun illuminating his face so beautifully, further proving your point that a day where this man wouldn’t make you blush might never exist.

“Listen, Carlos is already on track. It’s about a fifteen minute walk from here, do you mind walking?”

“That’s fine by me, baby.” You sprinted out of his grasp, running in front of him as he threw objections your way.

“Better try to catch up, then.” You giggled back at him, walking backwards so you’d face him. You watched as he started running to you, a big smile shining on his glowing face.

When he was close enough, he grabbed your waist and pulled you to him, laughing into your neck, raising goosebumps on your skin as the vibrations coursed through you.

“I caught you.” He teased, turning your head towards him to plant a kiss on your lips. You were thankful that the area was mostly empty of people at such an early time of the day since you were highly appreciative of any moment of privacy you had with Charles.

“No shit, sherlock. Thanks for telling me.” You teased him before the two of you resumed the walk, now actually heading for the track while exchanging soft remarks and talking softly to each other.

Half an hour later, you watched the two-seater carrying Charles and Carlos shoot down the track from your spot in the red and white garage, the sound of its engine thrilling you. It was barely seconds before the vehicle was out of sight and a matter of less than a minute before it reappeared. You took your phone out, taking a brief video as it zoomed past you to immortalize the memory of today.

After a few laps around the track each, the team members gestured for Charles and Carlos to stop, giving them a thumbs up to let them know they probably got enough footage to work with.

You observed as the car stopped back in the garage and the two drivers got out of it, Carlos immediately taking off his helmet and balaclava while Charles kept his on as he crossed the garage to talk to a team member in what seemed to be a rushed tone. The guy he was talking to nodded and Charles high-fived him before making his way to you.

“Come on.” He put out his hand for you to take.

“Wait, where are you taking me?” You reluctantly took a step.

“T’as confiance en moi?” Do you trust me? His voice sounded muffled since he still had his helmet on.

“Bien sûr! Mais, que-“ Of course! But, what- Charles cut you off.

“Do you believe i’m a good driver?“ He asked as someone handed him a plain black race suit and a white helmet.

That’s when it clicked in your mind.

“Oh, fuck no. I’m not getting into that death contraption!” You tried to pull your hand out of his but it was in vain.

“Tu m’as pas repondu. Do you believe i’m a good driver?” You didn’t answer me. He stopped moving and turned towards you.

“I know you’re an amazing driver, but Charles,” you moved closer to him and lowered your voice so no one would hear, “what if the engine blows up or catches on fire? Or the throttle stops working? Or you lose the brakes? Or-“

Charles was laughing.

“Baby, stop overthinking! Just trust me on this one.” He handed you the suit and helmet, “Please, for me? I promise you’ll enjoy it. We won’t go as fast as I normally would.”

For the second time today, you sighed in surrender. You snatched the race gear out of his hands and huffed a “fine” before you started slipping the suit over your clothes.

Even with the helmet on, Charles’ grin was obvious as he helped you secure your own pair of earphones, microphone and finally the helmet under your chin, tightening the strap just enough and making sure it fit you perfectly.

“Perfetto.” He mumbled before he took a step back to make sure the suit was properly covering your body.

“Andiamo.” He gestured to the car with a cheeky smile once he finished inspecting if you were safe enough.

“Shut up.” You mumbled through the thick helmet, finding that it made it a bit harder to breathe and made your head feel slightly heavier.

“Remember, you can always talk to me, love.” He reminded you as a staff member brought a step to the side of the car so you’d be able to get in.

Charles, very meticulous about your safety, helped you into the vehicle and made sure himself to attach your seatbelt and secure you in your seat before getting into his own place up front.

“Charles, wait. Can you hear me? Do you copy?” You started freaking out.

“Yes, love. I copy.” You heard him chuckle, “It will be okay. Just relax and you’ll enjoy it, baby.” His voice startled you since it took you a second to register that you were hearing him through the earpieces.

“Wait, so whatever i can say, you can hear me?” You spoke even if it felt like you were talking to no one.

“Yes, cherie. Don’t worry.” Silence took over for a few seconds before you heard his voice again, “Ready?”

“Um, no?” You stated to obvious, receiving a small laugh from Charles just as the car launched like a missile down the race track.

“Oh my fucking god!” You screamed at how fast you were moving.

“Baby, less screaming please.”

“Charles, I don’t think i’m gonna make it out alive.” Your jaw clenched and you fisted your hands as nerves took over your body.

“Eh, mon amour. I don’t want to hear you say that. I need you to trust that i will always keep you safe, okay?”

You had no doubt in your mind that Charles would never put you in any dangerous position. Quite the opposite actually, he’d go out of his way to protect you from any hazard.

You sighed and relaxed your hands as much as possible, watching as the trees you passed blurred into nothing but green flashes of color.

“I need you to answer me, y/n. Tout vas bien?” Is everything going well? Charles, concerned by your lack of reply insisted.

“Tout vas bien, chéri.” Everything is going well, darling. You reassured, still not fully at ease but your mind had finally registered that it was none other than Charles who was driving you around.

However, your heart had leaped out of chest as he drifted into the first corner and every corner after it.

“Fuck, go slower. Please.” You squeaked.

“Je ne t’ai jamais entendu dire ça.” I’ve never heard you say that. Charles’ laughter filled your ears.

“Pervert on and off track i see.” You found yourself smiling, even if he didn’t diminish the speed at all.

Once you got used to the feeling of the helmet and the tight space of the car as well as seeing everything as nothing but colorful flashes zooming past you, you found yourself actually enjoying the thrill of such absurdly high speeds. The screams during every corner turned into small, barely audible shrieks you’d let out as your breath caught.

The steady sound of the engine made your blood rush and the screeching tired against the asphalt shot electricity through your body.

“I see why you chose to do this for a living.” You blurted out.

“Wait.” Charles dragged on the word, “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His smile was practically audible.

“Well, I don’t hate it?” You laughed.

“Brace yourself then.” His tone sounded devilish.

You watched as the car raced down a road that didn’t seem like a part of the main track. Soon enough, a vast circular spread of black asphalt came into view.

“Don’t even think about it, Leclerc!” You warned him through the radio as soon as you understood what he had in mind.

“Relax, baby.”

“Don’t tell me to fucking relax.” The sentence ended with a screech as the car began spinning with the two of you inside of it, your body titling with every move of the vehicle.

“I hate you.” You screamed and heard him laugh in return.

“Feel free to do that but i love you.” You heard him chuckle.

The sound of the tires was so loud and you could faintly smell the burnt rubber as smoke rose from the tires, clouding the air so quickly.

Through the radio, you could hear Charles giggle to himself, clearly enjoying this.

He kept spinning the car for a few more seconds before he stopped it right in the center.

“Are you okay?” You heard him ask.

“I’m okay, don’t worry.” You panted like you’d ran a marathon.

While the car was still stopped, Charles reached behind him, putting out his hand for an awkwardly angled high five.

You hand met his briefly then he gave you a thumbs up and started heading back to the garage, the speed this time not as high.

Once the car was parked, Charles jumped out of it and helped you out. He helped you get rid of the helmet then removed his own before hugging you to his chest.

“Told you i would never hurt you.” He smirked.

You looked up at him with a painfully wide smile, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins from the thrill of the experience.

“Did the two of you forget we could hear everything?” Someone with headphones over his ears pointed out before you got the chance to reply to Charles, making you blush furiously under the gaze of the many team members.

“You know i love you, right? You didn’t say it back out there on the track.” Charles, after flashing the man a smile, attempted to distract you, his arms still loosely pulling you to him.

“I love you too, idiot. You know that.” You smiled back at him, suddenly not caring about the prying gazes, only caring about him.

[storiesofsvu]

Love Comes Quietly Ch 16

Alex Blake x reader warnings: language, usual chaos, teeny smidge of smut, a hint of canon. welp. we did it. we're here at the end. I'm not gonna lie, I'm sad to see this one go, but man oh man is it nice to just write a fluffy easy story sometimes lol. That being said, don't worry, there is plenty more content coming up and another Alex series on the docket! Thanks to everyone for reading, sharing and commenting! Stay tuned for more!

The case was wrapped by the end of the next day, though it was late and everyone voted that another night in a hotel would be better than overnight on the jet and getting back to DC at an ungodly hour of the morning. You and Alex had buried into each other’s embraces immediately, letting the warmth of the other persons body lull you into the most comfortable sleep despite the shitty hotel bed. You had a bit of a sleep in the following morning, gently rolling over in her arms when the sun happened to be streaming directly across your face. She shifted slightly in her sleep, letting out a little hum before her lips brushed against your forehead.

It was probably an hour or two later when you woke up once again, letting out a little sigh as you yawned, hearing Alex let out a quiet chuckle.

“Morning.” She murmured.

“Didn’t realize you were up yet.” You replied without opening your eyes, nuzzling deeper into her embrace.

“I’m trying to evade it.” She muttered back, her lips hitting your skin again, “though if you’re up, maybe I’ve got a reason to be.”

“Mmm?” You asked, cracking an eye open as you looked up at her with a grin, “you don’t say…”

“It may be early but I can certainly think of a few ways to pass the time.” She murmured, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke, rolling you onto your back as the kiss deepened.

Hands began to roam, sneaking under what little clothing was currently covering your bodies, Alex’s lips kissing down your neck, a moan escaping them as you groped at her chest. Her breath caught in her throat as one of your hands slipped under the waistband of her shorts. Her hands matched your movements, pulling the same amount of pleasure from you that you were doing from her before she sunk lower. Tugging your pants down she made home between your legs, her mouth not leaving until you were seeing stars multiple times.

When she finally rejoined you on the pillows you were both panting, little laughs leaving your lungs as you curled around each other once again. Blissed out and relaxed you managed to fall back asleep, knowing you had more than a few hours before you had anywhere to be. And right now the only place you wanted to be was with each other.

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You zipped up your go bag, tossing it over your shoulder as Alex placed the last couple of items into hers, glancing around the hotel room to make sure both of you had everything.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” You asked, referring to the fact that she was going to pick up Scott from the hospital and you were headed back to the jet.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “I don’t need you to worry about it.”

“Okay.” You leant in, kissing her cheek softly.

“Hey.” She grabbed your hand, tugging you back to her, “it’s not that I don’t want to introduce you to them as my girlfriend or anything. I plan on pointing out which one you were and I’m sure they’ll be more than happy about it, it’s just…”

“Family’s complicated.” You smiled, “I get it.”

“I just know that I’m going to get about eight lectures about not coming home, never calling, how ironic it is that I’m a linguist who sucks at communicating and I really don’t want to drag you into all of that.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckled, “I’m not offended. I’ll see you soon.” Leaning in your hand cupped her cheek while you kissed her and she pulled you back for another one before letting you go.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Alex was right on the nose about the lectures she received from her brother, enough even just on the ride between the hospital and her dad’s house. She was already a little annoyed and was more than thankful that you hadn’t been present for them, it would have made everything a million times more awkward so at least she had that going. She pulled up in front of the house, grabbing Scott’s bag for him as the two of them made their way up the walk and in through the front door.

Damon greeted them at the door, commenting that they’d clearly made up as they exchanged pleasantries and a bit of chit chat before Alex’s ears perked up at the sound of the back door opening. Her brow furrowing at the sight of you rounding the corner from the kitchen,

“Mr. Miller, we need more ice.”

“You’re here…” Alex questioned and you smiled, following Damon as he lead you to the deep freeze, the group making their way through the house.

“I’m not the only one.” You turned to Scott, “how’s the head? Do you need ice?”

“I’ll be fine.” He chuckled before Damon spoke up.

“He’s accident prone this one, good thing he’s hard headed.”

“Oh?” You asked, glancing toward Alex, “he’s the accident prone one? You haven’t mentioned the whole getting shot thing have you?”

“Hey!” Alex scoffed, smacking your arm and you swatted right back at her.

“Hey yourself!”

“Already bickering like an old married couple.” Damon chuckled.

“Dad!” Alex objected.

“What? Am I wrong? Emily mentioned you’ve been living together.” He countered, turning to you, “and I knew before that you were the one she was so smitten with.” You felt a small heat creeping up your cheeks, smiling at Alex before Scott spoke up.

“You do have dreamy heart eyes whenever you look at her.” He prodded at Alex’s non injured arm, “even for you, it’s impossible to hide.”

“You do have a habit of staring.” You chuckled, slipping your arm into Alex’s and she playfully scoffed.

“You’re supposed to be on my side!”

“I am.” You laughed, leaning in to kiss her gently not quite realizing how close to the patio doors you’d gotten.

“What!?” The shout came from Morgan in the backyard, “am I seeing things or did Blake and Murphy just kiss?!”

“Oh it is about fucking time! Thank god.” That one came from Emily as you stepped into the back yard.

“You knew about this?” Derek asked.

“Are you kidding me? These two have been going at it for months.”

“Emily!” Both you and Alex scolded, gesturing toward Damon as Alex’s cheeks pinkened.

“Not like that! Well..” She was quickly shut down with a glare and Scott grimacing. “I’m just glad I don’t have to keep it a secret anymore.”

Beers were passed out as an overlap of conversation, questions, congratulations and more took over the yard and you were more than happy to relax into Alex’s side for the entire thing. And this time, you didn’t need to step away, there was no reason to have to drop her hand and pretend like you were just two friends who were living together. It was a time where the team was family, along with real family, where work was finally able to be forgotten, placed on the back burner for once so camaraderie could take its spot.

Alex very happily accepted you beside her on a double lounger, hand either tangled in yours or resting on your thigh. She adored the way that the team she had made her family was bonding with her actual family and the way you seamlessly fit in to all of it. It was like the cherry on top of a sundae, everything falling perfectly into place. You had been destined to be in each other’s lives from that very first day in the bookstore, your journey had taken you through three different states before it had even truly began, you were meant to meet. You were meant to fall in love and one thing that both of you could count on forever was that you were meant to have these moments right now. The ones shared with the people you loved and cared about the most where you could simply be yourselves, joy and love weaving its way around you and deep into your hearts. You were right were you belonged.

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[firsttimewriter92]

To be scared

Captain John Price x f!reader Part 3/5

This is part tree of “To be injured” and "To be healed". I recommend reading these first otherwise some things in this one will not make much sense ;)

Masterlist

Summary: John gets the call for a briefing and has to leave. Your feelings growing stronger it´s a time of facing fears and finding out what you really mean to John

Word count: 4.122

Warnings: Angst,SMUT! Minors, do not interact! This is not for you. Dirty talk, teasing, Phone sex, kissing, intimacy issues due to sexual trauma, toothrotting fluff, sexual acts

Authors note: !!!!!!!!!Please, please be careful when reading. I´ve triggered myself about four times writing this but writing about it is my outlet. If you have problems with intimacy due to sexual trauma or bad past relationships, please be warned. This one could be a bit much!!!!!!!!

Other than that, please have fun with the third part. It´s not all traumatizing :P

With a start that jolted you off of his body, John jumped out of your bed the moment his alarm blared through your bedroom. His sleep-crinkled skin, half shut eyes and sleepy groans however made it clear that he was not all the way conscious yet. While you sat up groggily and turned on your bedside lamp, he blinked several times and looked around. His gaze landed on you and suddenly the adorably bewildered expression on his face slipped into an unfairly sexy, sleepy grin. “What time is it?” you mumbled while he sat back down on the bed for a moment, pulling you into his chest. You nuzzled your nose into his chest hair while he checked his phone. “03:45 in the mornin´” he rumbled with a sigh. Rumbled! Like gods damn thunder! His voice nearly just a dark vibration in his chest, almost inaudible it was so deep. You shivered for a second when you suddenly realized that your sweet, caring John-boy probably wasn´t so sweet and caring when he was raking havoc gods know where.

Was that the voice that some poor motherfucker heard before lights out? Probably.

“´M sorry I woke you up” he rasped again as you shook your head kissing his bearded cheek. “You looked a bit lost there for a second” you teased and he gave a hearty chuckle while standing and pulling you with him. “True” he said with a smile. “I wasn´t quite sure where I was and after waking up, that is not an ideal situation in my line of work.” Slowly his hands landed on your ribcage, stroking it lovingly up and down while yours rested on his chest. “But then I saw you…Knew I was fine then.” Your heart squeezed and pounded against your chest violently. “Glad to be of assistance, soldier.”

It slipped, honest to the gods, it slipped. You had no idea how he would react to you calling him that. You still hadn´t had a proper conversation about his occupation. The do´s and don’ts when it came up. What vernacular to use or definitely not to use… Your worries were unwarranted though. His eyes blitzed when a lopsided smile adorned his lips. You could feel his chest swell a little under your palms when he spoke.

“Captain, actually.” He stated.

“Oh,” you said dumbstruck. “OH!”

Realisation hit you quickly when you went through your basic knowledge about the military ranks in your head.

He laughed and nodded his head. “Might as well use my proper title, little one. What did I bust my arse off for, for years, if not to show off to my girl?”

You immediately felt the heat rush to your face and with a flustered squeak and sputtering breaths, you hit your forehead against his chest again and again while he chuckled amusedly.

When you looked up at him again he had the smuggest look you had ever seen on him plastered onto his face. “You are a menace,” you said, trying to sound offended by the fact he made you this flustered. It wasn´t working at all. Gently leaning down and brushing his nose with yours, he just smiled and hummed his confirmation before kissing you firmly. Melting into him you decided that waking up at such an ungodly hour was fine. It was fine and you would do it every single day if you could just hear this voice, feel this sleepy kiss. He detached from you just as your skin began to heat up properly and pressed his face into your neck.

“Bloody hell, ´m still half asleep…need some coffee” he mumbled. Palming his back gently you pushed him slightly away from you. “Go get dressed. I´ll make coffee.” With that, you put on your fluffy green robe and left for the kitchen.

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John was staring after you. For a solid minute he stood in the middle of the room, clad in only his boxer-briefs and staring after you. This was truly an interesting morning. He couldn’t check even one box from his carefully constructed routine simply because, he wasn’t in his own apartment. By this time after getting up, he would have already showered, brushed his teeth and had some coffee but he purposely set his alarm this early. He wanted time. With you. While running the shower in your en suite bathroom, he thought about how he instantly calmed down after seeing you on the bed when he had trouble locating where he was. It was astounding really. He usually wasn´t the character to calm down this quickly. Granted, it took a lot to piss him off properly but when someone actually managed, calming him down was damn near impossible.

So, he took a quick and cold shower to wake himself up fully, brushed his teeth with the spare toothbrush you had laid out for him and got dressed. The wonderful smell of fresh coffee hit his nostrils as he entered your living room /Kitchen area and found you there. Cup in hand, adorable mess of hair on your head, book open on the island, reading. A soft smile made its way onto his lips as you looked up at him. Turning towards the coffee machine you prepared his cup and handed it to him. When he reached for it, he immediately set it down on the island, enveloping you in his arms, sighing contently. His warmth and fresh scent enveloped you like a soothing blanket and you gladly wrapped your arms around his waist, snuggling deeper into him.

You couldn’t have stood there for more than two minutes but thankfully, it felt like ages. Little nuzzles and touches prolonged your sense of utter bliss being in each other’s arms. Just like this. The domesticity of it hit John like a freight train. He´s on his way for a briefing…for his next mission…never knowing how long it´ll take. All of this such a stark contrast to how blissed out he felt holding you like this in your kitchen. His arm pulled you closer by the small of your back while the other one came up to your head and pressed it closer to his neck, nuzzling your hair and taking deep breaths. His head was swimming. This wasn’t fair to you. He never had to think about how his occupation could affect other people. It´s been ages since there were people outside the military that he cared about. The others that were close to him? His brothers, his boys, Kate. All military volk themselves who understood what was at stake. He suddenly had someone to return to. And although that thought should be a nice one, it terrified him. It terrified him to think about what his demise would do to you.

“Get out of your head, John.” The whispered words were almost inaudible when he lifted his head from your hair and stared down at you. You were smiling so sweetly up at him he almost chocked on the lump in his throat. Slowly your hands came up to cradle his face and he closed his eyes, lifting his hands to hold onto your wrists. “You said it yourself. This one is just a briefing. You´ll be back” he nodded slowly. “We´ll talk about the rest when you get back. Until then, you are only gone for three days. Not more, okey?” He nodded again, lifting his eyes to yours and sinking into them. His fingers slowly moved over the sensitive skin on the underside of your wrists and felt for your pulse almost absentmindedly.

You pushed on your toes and pulled his face to yours. Pressing your lips to his you gave him the most reassuring kiss your could manage. You hoped that your feelings about the situation would be clearer to him now. He sighed heavily and parted from you, nosing your cheek before pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “You really are a somethin´ else, love” he said against your skin. You smiled happily. “Your coffee is getting cold” you said and nudged his side fondly. He laughed and took a big sip from his cup while eying you fondly. “Do you want breakfast?” you asked him with round eyes. “I completely forgot to ask.” He smiled even wider and shook his head. “´S too early for that, but thank you. I´ll just get somethin´ on the way.”

20 minutes later he was standing in front of your door, duffle bag thrown over his shoulder, padded leather jacket draped over his wide shoulders and beanie in place over his dark hair. You don’t think he had ever been more attractive than at this moment when he was about to leave. “Here,” he said and handed you a piece of paper. “Use this number to contact me if you want. I can´t guarantee that I´ll be able to respond but,” he looked shyly at you and ducked his head a little. “Maybe use it?” You took the piece of paper carefully and suddenly the weight of what was happening finally caught up to you.

Your heart beating out of your chest you looked him in the eyes and saw how his eyes filled up with concern. You knew he saw the wetness in yours. You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him as hard as you could. Dropping his duffle bag immediately he caught you and squeezed back, burying his face in your neck. “It´s okey, love. I´m gon´ be back soon, you´ll see.” You just nodded and got back on your feet wiping your eyes quickly. “Three days” he said and tried to give you an encouraging smile. “Three days” you whispered. Taking your face in his hands again he kissed you soundly, hard and with every emotion he had in his body. Downright dirty he moved his tongue inside your mouth, clutching at your hips and groaning when you reciprocated in kind. Teeth clanking he bit your lip carefully before pecking your lips several times, seemingly having trouble letting go of you. “Call me tonight. Midnight, yea? We should be done by then.”

“I promise” you said breathily, body still heaving and head still fuzzy from his kiss. He smiled at that, his eyes crinkling kindly. He took his duffle bag again, opened the door and stepped out. When he turned, he lay his hand into the back of your neck one last time and looked you deep in the eyes. “Be good” he said sternly but with a smile in his voice. Chuckling you nodded. “I will.” Satisfied he kissed your forehead hard, turned and walked down the hall with the confidant stride of a elite soldier.

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Midnight couldn’t come fast enough. By the time you´ve had breakfast you were already tired again. Thinking nothing of it you lay down on your couch and seconds later you were out like a light. You dreamt of him. Little fragments of your time together playing before you. His smile, his voice, his touch so real that when your dream turned dark you shot up with a yell. Your heart hammering you still heard the gunshot in your ears. “Bloody Christ” you murmured and looked at the clock. You sighed heavily. Four more hours. What has happened? John spent a lot of time with you but you never thought you would have trouble spending time on your own. You´ve done it before. A knot formed in your stomach. There was no way you would dedicate every single second of your time to a man ever again.  Your life was not John´s. And he would never claim it, you knew that. He would want you to spend the day as you wanted, with him in mind, but your time spent on yourself.

With new found dedication you got decently dressed and left the apartment. One last trip to the 24hour shop around the corner for a bottle of wine and some snacks and you would be back in no time. Said and done, you had about two hours of gaming left before midnight.

It was about 5 minutes to midnight when you got into bed. You got increasingly more nervous. Why? You didn´t have a clue. John and you had done much more than call each other. Why did this of all things make your heart almost jump out of your chest? Midnight. You typed in the number he gave you and not hesitating pressed the call sign. You didn’t even have a moment to take a breath when your call was already picked up. “Punctual to the second, I like it” his deep amused timber vibrated so pleasantly in your ear you had to ignore the throb that started between your legs. “You finished with your briefing, then?” you asked. He sighed deeply on the other end. “Yeah. About half an hour ago.” You nodded. “You want to tell me about it?” This time his boisterous laugh could be heard as he held the phone a little ways away from his mouth. “You really want me to say it, don’t you?” he said in a teasing voice. You snickered. “Yes, please.” You just knew he was shaking his head disbelievingly. Hearing the grin in his voice however you almost lost it when he spoke in a rasp. “That´s classified.” You took a deep breath. “Of course it is.” You heard his good natured huff on the other end and then silence. “Are you comfortable?” he asked suddenly. “Erm, yes. I´m in bed. Why?” you asked a bit bewildered. He took a breath through his nose. “I wanted to try something while we still have the time. That is if you´re up for it of course.” Your heart began to stutter. Heat was crawling into your belly, spreading. You swallowed and sat up straighter against your pillows. “What´s that?” you asked, trying to stabilize your voice. “You have trouble with someone touching you sometimes, yea?”

“Not that much with you, apparently.”

He huffed a laugh but then got serious again.

“You know I would never ask you to do anything you are not comfortable with. I´m not doing it unless you want it as much as me. Being okey with something sometimes only means tolerating it. Not truly consenting to it. That´s not good enough for me, all right, love? I mean it when I say I want you to want me. Not just be okey with what I do.”

Swallowing hard you felt the tears sting in your eyes and memories flooding back. How many times had you said okey? Thinking that it would get you more affection. How many times had you quite literally turned and exposed your belly to someone who didn’t even see you as a woman with her own pride? You held back the frustration and nodded silently, well knowing he couldn’t see you.

“___, love. Listen to me. I know this might stir up some unwanted thoughts but I need you to tell me what you truly feel, each time we´re together. The truth if I have your consent or not. If I make you uncomfortable asking you what I´m about to.” You took a deep breath and answered. “I know you would never do this to me, John. I know you want my clear go. It´s just…sometimes I don´t even know anymore when I truly want intimacy or when I´m just tolerating it.” It was harsh, but exactly the truth he wanted.

“I see” he simply said and was quiet again. “Please say something” you whispered with a choked up voice. Terrified this would be it. “Don´t worry, little one. I´m here. ´M not goin´ anywhere. Just… plotting.” That almost made you chuckle. “Plotting what?” you asked and he could hear a bit of lightness return to your voice. “Murder” he grunted. “I just need his name,___. Nothin´ more.” He said nonchalantly. That actually did make you chuckle and a watery laugh escaped you. The knot that was lodged in your throat was now there for different reasons. Mostly you were thankful. For him, for John. You were relieved. He knew a lot now and was willing to work with it. Something you thought would never be in your cards. Someone like him.

“Love?” he asked. “Yes, John. I´m here.” He took a deep breath and suddenly sounded worried. “Yesterday…on the couch. Were you uncomfortable with me?” Bless. This. Man.

“No, John” you said immediately. “Not one second. I went with what you gave and I wanted to have. Not one second did I think about anything negative. I…I really loved it.” He released a breath. “Good. That´s the kind of truth I want from you. Telling me no, will not change my opinion of you.”

He proceeded to tell you about anything and everything. Laughing about your childhood stories that suddenly seemed to perfectly fit into the conversation. “John?” you asked him a bit teasingly. “Hmm?” he answered and again his voice had the exact desired effect on you. “You wanted to ask me something, remember?”

“Believe me, love. I remember. Wanted you to calm down a bit.”

“I´m good, John. Ask. Please.” In truth, if he suggested what you wanted him to, you might as well combust right then and there. “Right. So, I´m not there to see how much I can touch you. How ´bout I tell you what I want to do and you do what you like about it to yourself? Does that sound like something you could do for me?” You were speechless for a second. Before your brain caught up with you, you already breathed out a yes and scrambled into a more comfortable position. You heard him chuckle lightly at your eagerness. When you were comfortably perched onto your comforter and pillows, you put your phone on speaker and lay it close to you. “Okey. I´m comfortable” you said lowly. He hummed appreciatively and you heard his heavy body move on what you guessed was a mattress. “Right. You wearin´ those little sleep shorts?” he asked. “Yes.” “Take them off.” Without hesitation you got rid of your shorts. You could hear him chuckle. “Slow down, little one. There´s no need to hurry. Now, are you wearing panties?” Shaking your head you almost forgot that he couldn’t see you, the way your blood seemed to boil in your veins already. “I´m not” you said airily and heard his sharp intake of breath. “Perfect” he said. “Take your finger and start touchin´ your pussy. Only outside, you hear me?” Fuck! You could already feel the wetness seeping out of you when you heard him say pussy.

When you started slowly touching your nether regions a long breathy sigh escaped you. It tingled, not quite scratching the itch you wanted to scratch. But you listened to him. Listened how his breaths got heavier. “Sound so sweet, little one. Go on, just a bit more then I´ll let you touch yourself for real.” You moaned his name and his breath caught in his throat. “Bloody Christ. Do that again.” You did without hesitation just to hear his reaction again. He growled this time and it seemed a bit… strained. “John?” you asked a bit hesitantly. “Are you…do you still have your pants on?” He was silent for a bit but answered with a small “Yes” moments later. “Do you want me to take them off?” he asked. “Fuck, yes, please. Do as I do” you whined. You heard a belt buckle being loosened and the rustling of clothes. “If we do this now, darlin´, let´s do it properly. Clothes off. All of them, now.” Giddy and with seemingly non existent bones in your legs, you  brushed off your top and listened to what was going on at his end. “Darlin´? You good?” he asked throatily. “HmmHmm” you tried to hum but your voice cracked, making you sound even more whiny. “Touch yourself then. Let me hear when you touch that little clit.” There was no sound other that the rushing in your ears and the long soft gasp that escaped you when you finally did as he asked. Tiny shockwaves ran up and down your spine the moment you started circling your bud. Your head landed on the pillow behind you. “Fuck, that´s it, love. You sound so incredible. ´S there more for me, hmm? Come on, want to hear it. Sound so pretty for me.” He seemed in a daze himself. Faintly you could hear the wet sounds of him touching himself as well.

“John” you moaned slightly. “Are…are you alone? Can you be louder for me?” You heard him growl low in his throat. “Bloody Christ, woman. I…I´m alone but these walls…they´re paper thin. I´ll do what I can for you.” His breaths came in little pants now, just as yours. “Touch your tits, my love. Your perfect little nipples. Fuck, I want to taste them again. Best thing I´ve ever tasted.” He sounded so strained. His words pressed through his clenched teeth, it did something to your insides. They felt like they were on fire, arousal lodged deeply inside your delicate walls, clenching and waiting for something bigger than your fingers. Still you kept going. “Want your mouth on me, John. Want it so bad. Gods you could do whatever you wanted right now. Your voice does things to me. Want you, John….Oh, fuuuuck! John…´m close. Please…” You could hear his breath stuttering and a long groan left his lips. The sounds in the background becoming quicker, more pointed.

“Fuck, that´s it. That´s what I want to hear. Say it to me in person next time. That you want me! Oh, fuck. Come on, baby, come on. You can do it. Come for me, come on your fingers for me. Uggnnn, you have no idea how hard I´m fistin´ these sheets right now. God, yes, yes, yes, let me hear you.” His voice got gradually higher and he tried to control it, to no avail. His pants were high pitched now and desperate.

Slowly you let one hand wander towards your nipple. Knowing full well that once you played with it, it wouldn´t take long for you to fall apart. “John, baby, fuck. I can´t…I´m coming. I´m…Ah! Yes, yes, John!” There it was again, the white hot pleasure surging up your body into your head. Only faintly you heard John growl and pant. Some of his words finding your ears. “-my girl. So fuckin´ good. Keep goin´ for me, come on. Fuck, there it is. Fuck, fuck, baby…so pretty for me.” With a last, long strained groan you knew he came as well. Panting and trying to find your bearings you turned to your phone and laughed lightly and bubbly. “Bloody Jesus, woman. I really hope you still want me when I get back. Really want to feel you close to me right now.”

“John, seriously! How can you doubt that I want you after all that? I´m still catching my breath!” you laughed incredulously. He huffed and said in a cheery voice “Just makin´ sure, love.” You were silent for a couple of moments before you spoke again. “Just….just come home safe and we all get what we want.” Nothing. Then “Yes ma´am.” His voice was one of pure determination and made you happier than anything. “Now, little one, get under the covers. You must be tired” he said with a smile. “HmmHmmm” you sighed and got in between your sheets. Your still heated skin welcoming the cool material. “I miss you, John” you mumbled on the verge of sleep, smiling when he replied. “´Miss you too, sweetheart. I´ll be back soon. Wait for me.”

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The next morning you woke up after a very decent night’s sleep and stretched in the warm, soft morning light filtering into your bedroom. Your hand pumped your phone that had been laying next to you the whole night. Looking at it you saw you had a missed call and a voicemail. Your stomach dropped when you heard several voices in the back ground and helicopter noises made it almost impossible to understand what John was saying. He was running, or at least walking very fast.

“___, love. I´m so sorry, they are shipping us out right now! Something went horribly wrong, we need to leave! I know what I said and what I promised you but, baby…I… I´m so sorry. I promise you, I´ll come back home. Just please, please….wait for me!”

Six times you had to listen to it to finally sink in. He wouldn’t be back in two days. Maybe not even in two weeks. Letting your phone fall from your limb hand, you covered your mouth and started whimpering.

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the long awaited david/angel reverse comfort sickfic!! the grumpies of the world deserve to be taken care of too!! enjoy :3

Angel always saw what he didn't show. Heard what he couldn't say.

Or

Angel finding out David's sick before he even has the chance to figure it out himself.

read on ao3!

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Angel wasn’t one to wake up first. Of course, with how early David got up they really had no fighting chance. His job took him out of bed at some ungodly hour, but even on his days off he made a point to get up early. 

“Why would I sleep in when there are things that need to get done?”

Angel had spent countless hours explaining to him the art of laying in bed and doing nothing. But, no matter the persuasion, he left them with a kiss on the forehead and a promise to ‘do nothing’ later. 

(It was a promise he would pretend to regret later when Angel inevitably did drag him to the couch to cuddle.)

Of course, David has spent just as much time trying to convince Angel the benefits of not sleeping in, often using the bribe of breakfast to get them on their feet.

And, much to his chagrin, his unrelenting habit of rising before the sun has yet to rub off on them either. 

So when Angel finds that they woke up with their cheek still pressed to a warm chest, arms hanging loosely over their waist, their confusion was immediate.

The sun was barely up, but it was up. Carefully glancing over at the small clock on David’s nightstand they saw the time blinking over at them. 7:46. 

The early morning fog had them racking their brain for a plausible answer. They knew he had to work today and that typically meant that he had to leave at 6:30. 7 at the latest. The genuine confusion of what to do in the situation had them laying stiffly, trying to decide what the right move was.

Should they wake him up? They’d never had to wake him up for work before, maybe he traded with Ash?

When they finally decided they did, in fact, need to wake the still sleeping wolf, five minutes had gone by and they felt the faint pang of guilt hit them. Hopefully he just switched with Asher and forgot to mention it. 

They slowly leaned up, propping themself on their elbow while bringing their other hand up to his cheek. Their face was only a few inches from his own and up this close they could see all the little imperfections in his skin.

The small faded acne scars and the slight stubble painted along his jaw. It pulled a smile to their lips as they gently ran their fingers along his cheeks, trying to wake him as calmly as possible. Only as they did, their hand was met with warm skin.

No, not warm skin. Hot. Really hot. 

Their smile quickly fell as they repositioned themself again, resting their hand on his forehead and being met with even hotter skin. As they frowned down at him David’s eyes cracked open, immediately growing in size when he’s met with the sheer proximity of his mate. 

It’s alarming at first, seeing someone's face so close to his own, and he quickly feels himself mirroring their concerned expression. 

At the sight of his mate looking so distressed a quick “What’s wrong?” fell from his lips to which Angel shook their head and sat up properly, trying to get a good look at him. 

He looked… okay? What did he look like when he was sick? They had seen him on the solstice but somehow they felt like that looked different. That was his core messing with him. What did sick David look like? 

Angel’s distance paired with the lack of a response had his concern growing. As he went to sit up their hand quickly landed on his chest, softly keeping him laying down, which turned his concern directly into confusion.

“You’re sick.” They said matter-of-factly. The line almost made him scoff. 

“What?” How would they know he was sick before he knew he was sick?

Angel stared at him in silence again before clambering out of bed unceremoniously. The sheets managed to get wrapped impossibly around their figure as they tripped their way to the floor.

The movement had David reaching for them again, not wanting them to hurt themself, they had done it before and there was no doubt in his mind they would find a way to do it again. 

“No,” They said firmly, pointing at him as they finally found their footing, “Stay.” They didn’t leave anytime for arguments as they immediately stalked towards the bathroom.

“I’m not a dog!” He called after them, but their figure had already retreated out of the bedroom door. Flopping onto his back he carefully thought through Angel’s words, doing inventory over how he felt. 

You’re sick. 

The words ran a loop in his brain, and it was like they unlocked an awareness as they replayed. As he laid there waiting for his mate he felt the oncoming of pounding in his head almost in sync with the sharp pain in his throat.

He found himself clearing it a few times, trying to push the morning dryness away, but being met with even more discomfort. 

Angel reappeared in the room before he could think about it any further, climbing in on their side of the bed so they could properly hover over him. He glanced at the thermometer in their hands and rolled his eyes, but willingly took it from his mate's hands.

Plopping it into his mouth he watched their eyes stare at the climbing numbers, their eyebrows knitting together the higher they got. 

“I’m fine Angel.” His words were muffled by the thermometer hanging out of his mouth and Angel immediately glared at him, holding no real anger behind their eyes.

“Don’t talk. You’re gonna mess it up.” David huffed air from his nose as he watched them. He could feel his heart swelling at the care and concern coming from them, their eyes never looking away for a second. 

As they sat criss-cross next to him he reached an arm over, carefully tracing small shapes just above their knee. It was like they didn’t even notice though, so focused that they had to do a double take when they caught him staring at them. Their cheeks flushed as they muttered a little “Stop staring at me”, a faint smile finally landing on their lips again. 

The moment was irritatingly short lived as a sharp beeping echoed around them. Angel quickly took the thermometer from him, their frown deepening as the flashing red numbers glared up at them.

“You’re really sick.” They said accusingly and David shook his head a little. Sure he felt a little… off. But it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. 

“I’m fine.” It wasn’t necessarily a lie. Sure, his head was starting to hurt more and more as light filtered in through the curtains and yeah, his throat was drier than usual. But he didn’t feel sick enough to warrant the level of concern wafting from his Angel.

They frowned and reached for their phone quickly typing out a message to someone mumbling under their breath as he watched them carefully.

“No matter how fine you feel, you’re staying home today.” David did scoff this time or at least he tried, but it just turned into a painful sounding cough, catching both him and Angel off guard. 

Once he had settled again they watched him with wide eyes, carefully putting their phone to the side. He had no more than glanced at the water on his nightstand before Angel was shoving it into his hands, ready to get him anything he needed in a second. It didn’t bring much relief, but he was happy to have a distraction from the previous moment. 

Angel’s wide eyes never left his person as he drank and he felt himself wanting to shrink under their watchful gaze.

Angel was incredibly insightful, one glance at him was the equivalent to a thousand from someone else, they always saw what he didn’t show. They always heard what he couldn’t say.

After he had carefully put the glass back in its rightful place on the bedside table Angel reached over and picked up his hand, running their fingers along his own like they always did.

David watched them silently, lost in his own world. He was already late to work, something Asher no doubt would give him shit for later. Well, late for him anyways. He always got there before anyone else to make sure the day went smoothly. 

But, today wouldn’t go smoothly, especially not now. Not only would Asher have to give up his day off if David didn’t go in, because of the time, he would actually be late.

Plus, who knows if Asher was even awake, and the organizers of the event would probably be pissed about the last minute switch. And that’s assuming Asher can even make it there to talk to them before the event actually starts.

The weight of the situation settled on his shoulders when he heard Angel let out a deep sigh, fingers still running over his own.

“Baby, I’m not letting you go to work feeling like this.” They said softly. Their tone was gentle, the sound a balm to his pounding head. It was like that cough alone had thrown him into the deep end of feeling like utter shit. And even if he tried to hide it, Angel knew. 

He didn’t say anything for a few minutes, just watching as Angel’s eyes swept over him like they were looking for open wounds.

Really they had no idea what they were looking for, if they were looking for anything at all. But the thought of looking away for even a second felt wrong. 

They were utterly lost in their own world, so much so that they almost missed the way David winced when he cleared his throat.

Almost. 

“David-”

“I know I just… I need to call Asher.” 

Angel’s eyes snapped to his face at the sound of his voice. It was broken and raw sounding and their heart clenched when they heard it. For David to admit he’s sick is one thing, for David to admit he’s sick enough to stay home from work is another. 

The sentence alone rang alarm bells in their head but they quickly pushed it down, humming in acknowledgement. Casting one last glance at the wolf next to them, they climbed out of bed again, this time with more grace, and made their way over to the curtains.

They were already halfway shut but Angel pulled them completely, blocking out all sunlight leaking through and leaving only the light spilling in from the hallway.

“I already texted him for you.” They said as they rounded the bed coming over to sit on the edge of the mattress next to him, keeping their voice soft. David frowned deeply as he screwed his eyes shut, trying to actually be fine.

There was silence for a second, the eyes of his mate watching as he tried convincing himself he would be okay enough to get up and start his day. After a little while their voice spoke up again, still as soft as they could, “How can I help?” 

He looked up at them, an internal war waging inside of his head. He would give anything to not worry them, he hated having them worried for him. But they were, and they would be until he was feeling better. 

Being sick was vulnerable in such a unique way that he didn’t know how to even express his discomfort with it. Even in his head it sounded stupid, he didn’t think anyone else was weak when they were sick, but when it came to him it was different.

He was the caregiver, the protector, the one who took care of everyone.

Not the other way around. 

“Davey?” Their voice pulled him out of his head and he furrowed his brow again. Their eyes were still full of concern, but also with determination.

It was like they had heard his inner monologue and made it their mission to get him better, sheerly out of spite for his thoughts. 

Truly they could have.

Angel always joked that they could tell when he needed something, that they could sense what was going through his head at any given time. David always scoffed and rolled his eyes at their claims but he knew they were right, they knew him better than he knew himself half the time. 

As he thought about Angel’s question he quietly admitted defeat, letting his shoulders sink as he finally met their gaze again. 

“Head hurts.” He said softly. Angel nodded and leaned down, placing a light kiss onto his forehead before making their way to the bathroom without another word. 

While he waited for their return, his phone vibrated next to him, drawing his attention towards it. The screen was far too bright and he immediately winced at how badly it made his head pound, quickly turning the brightness all the way down.

His lockscreen stared back at him, a picture of him and Angel he chose after months of them begging him to change it. 

Before he met them he never even changed his background picture from the factory setting. Whatever setting he chose the first time he opened his phone was the one he stuck with, no matter how bland the auto-installed picture was. He had no need to change it and less than no desire. 

With his Angel though, he would take any chance to get to see their smile. Not that he would admit it out loud, lord knows he grumbled about Angel changing it.

But he liked that picture of the two of them. It was in their full-length mirror, Angel standing in front of him holding the phone and smiling wide, eyes creasing in the way that shows that they’re really smiling. 

He was behind them, arms draped over their shoulders while Angel’s free hand was gripping his bicep. It was simple, but it was sweet, and no matter how much he grumbled about changing it initially, he liked seeing it every time he looked at his phone. 

But, perched above their heads was a notification. The one that had drawn his attention in the first place.

Asher: hey big guy, i got you covered today alright? just focus on getting better before this weekend. being sick isn’t gonna stop me from beating you in smash

David laughed a little at the text, shaking his head to himself before quickly replying.

David: Thank you, Ash. Call me if you need anything at all. I mean it. 

David: And it’s not a win if you’re floating around the whole time, Jigglypuff. 

He smiled to himself as he put his phone back down, watching as his mate came back with meds and a new glass of water. He graciously took it from their hands, quickly taking the medicine and placing the glass next to the now empty one. 

While he did all that Angel diligently set alarms to remind themself when he could take his next dose. They had half a mind to call Marie and ask if she could magic away a cold but they couldn’t help but hesitate from that thought.

Truthfully they didn’t know a lot about what healing magic limits existed when it came to illness, and they weren’t really sure David knew them either. All they knew was that David would probably explode if anyone else saw him in the state he was in. 

Deciding against calling Marie they set to work bringing everything they could need into the bedroom. When Angel had lived alone they learned quickly that being sick and having to constantly get up to get things was nearly impossible.

Ever since then, the second they were sick or anyone around them was, they immediately made a little station within arms reach for them. Pain meds, thermometer, water, a granola bar, extra blankets, and anything else you could ever think of. It was simple, but it helped. 

Once they felt satisfied with how everything was set up in the room, they climbed back into bed with David, only for him to scoot away from them and give them a stern look.

“I don’t want to get you sick, Angel.” His voice was soft but rough, the sickness definitely setting in now. Angel frowned at him and continued to get comfy in the bed as if he hadn’t said anything at all. It only took a few minutes of not saying anything before they carefully cleared their throat and dropped their voice as low as it could go.

“I already spent all night holding you.” They mimicked, causing David to roll his eyes. He had said those exact words to them and the smug smile on his mate’s face only made him shake his head, biting the inside of his lip to hide his smile. 

He wanted to fight them on it, to argue that he’ll end up having to take care of them by the end of the week if he let them stay. But the drowsiness from the medicine was kicking in and he couldn’t resist the urge.

Grumbling, he got comfortable again before gently pulling Angel’s back towards himself, wrapping his arms around them and holding tightly.  

“You should get some more rest.” They said softly and David nodded before burying his face into their neck.

Being vulnerable was something David could never even dream of, but laying there, the smell of his mates shampoo and bodywash mixing together in his nose, he couldn’t help but want to share every moment with them.

Good, bad, and everything in between.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Joe Velasco: Disclosure 

This is a continuation of Magic Carpet Ride but can be read as a standalone.

So, I’m sure you guys have noticed that my stories are all in the same universe- all building off each other. Anyway, I realized I messed up my timeline when I wrote Detective Work and added Bruno and Churlish before I was supposed to. I have now waved my wand and bent the timeline. The SVU team fixing the Bronx SVU (taking Bruno and Churlish) and Joe getting recorded while trying to get a gang member to flip have now been separated by the span of a few months. 

You knew something was going on with Joe. He had been acting skittish and distant since he had started helping with the gang case in the Bronx. It was a strange disorientating push and pull you weren’t used to from him. You tried not to let it bother you, after all the two of you had unofficially been seeing each other for six months and this was the first issue you guys had. You told yourself it was just a bad case for him. His captain had been assaulted and they had found a tree with the underwear of so many women that had been raped as a fear tactic from the gang. 

It was a little disheartening that it had happened around the same time that the lab had finally finished their investigation and the higher-ups had set IPB packing. You now had free time and it seemed like you were seeing him less than when you were working an ungodly amount. 

When the case had ended, he had called you to come over. When you arrived you could tell he was a mess. He was quiet and not able to hold a conversation. He had ordered food, but he didn’t eat. He had dark circles around his eyes and his beard was overgrown. The silence had been uncomfortable as you both sat on opposite ends of the couch, it was almost as if a wall was between the two of you. The room was silent except for the game that he had turned on. When you couldn’t stand the silence anymore you had called his name and he had turned to you slowly, almost in a daze. You didn’t ask him if he was okay, you knew he wasn’t. He was trapped in his own head and even after reaching out for your help, he was isolating himself.  

You had moved closer cupping his cheek. He flinched at your touch for a second before leaning more firmly into your hand. You had felt the metaphorical walls crash and had taken your opportunity to reach him. You had taken his beer out of his nonresponsive hand and set it on the coffee table then urged him to lay on you. You were sitting half reclined against the arm of the couch with him draped over your body. His head was on your stomach just below your breast. While he had hesitantly let you pull him into that position when his head rested against you, he had melted into your embrace. His arms had circled around you holding you tightly like a child would a toy or blanket. Neither of you spoke as you ran your hands through his hair massaging his scalp and rubbing your hands up and down his tight muscled back.  

It hadn’t taken long for him to pass out softly snoring. The man was usually a light sleeper but tonight he was dead to the world. You had grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and thrown it over the two of you. While you knew you’d be sore in the morning from sleeping on the couch you didn’t want to wake him. You stayed awake for a couple more hours and finished watching the Soccer game that was on just to give your mind something easy to focus on. You continued to stroke Joe’s hair and rub the tense muscles in his back. It made you feel like you were actually doing something to help him. 

You had awoken the next morning to Joe shifting. You watched half asleep as he woke up disorientated. His eyes immediately scanned the room, then he pushed up on his arms to look up at you. His green eyes were vulnerable, thankful as he met your gaze. He leaned up giving you a heartwarmingly soft kiss. Then he started peeling himself off you. You shifted a little uncomfortable. You had slept in your jeans and bra which was never a fun experience. He stretched and twisted, and you could hear the audible crack of his back and his sigh of relief as some of the pressure was released. He offered to shower with you before he had to go to work. You accepted and joined him for a surprisingly PG-rated shower. Things went back to normal between the two of you after that. For a week or two at least.  

You knew in the pit of your stomach that the day was going to be a rough one. The feeling was only confirmed when you were asked to sign for drug samples, one urine the other hair. You had pulled your poke-a-dot pen ready when you saw the name on the samples was Velasco. You told the inpatient man to wait while you got another tech. There was no way in hell you were touching let alone signing for anything with Joe’s name on it. 

Now you were on his couch with him sitting across from you on the coffee table. He was giving you the short version of how he had been recorded when trying to flip a gang member and was now being accused of doing Coke, which he quickly and firmly assured you he was not. You knew it wasn’t the whole story and were about to push for more information when the direction of the conversation took a surprising turn. “I think we should sign a relationship disclosure.”  

And there it was. The question you had been trying and failing to ask him and he wanted to bring it up under these circumstances? It made your stomach clench. You press your lips together and feel a heat flush your cheeks. “Oh, I bet you do.” It came out bitter and with a scoffing laugh, but you were hurt, and you felt stupid by the situation that you put yourself in. That you thought it would work out the way you wanted it to. That this man could want you the way you wanted him. 

You were so in your own head and emotions that you missed the genuine look of hurt on Joe’s face before he could cover it. His jaw locked, body tensed, shoulders rolled back ready for a fight. That was the posture you looked back up to see. “¿Qué se supone que significa eso? (What is that supposed to mean?) It’s been six months. I didn’t think it would be gran problema (a big deal).”  

You jump to your feet glaring at him. “Not a big problema?” You shoot back at him making a point to prolong the Spanish word. You turn heading towards the door blinking back tears. You stop and turn back to look at him as he is getting to his feet. “We have been fucking for the last six months and now you want to ask me to be something serious- to cover your asno (ass) at work because you're getting investigated? That’s real great Jose.” 

“I told you I didn’t use! I was trying to flip that gangbanger for Benson. It was powdered sugar.” His voice raised. He was getting tired of having to keep explaining himself. He hadn’t expected you to give him a hard time. He had thought that you guys were at that point where you could start to really build something. He hadn’t expected you to be so flippant about the last six months that you two had been together.  

He had started to go on a rant about nobody trusting him. “For fuck’s sake, I believe you!” You yelled back at him as tears pricked your eyes. His green eye finds yours as he is struck silent. “Of course, I believe you. There was never a question of that.” You shake your head at yourself, comforting the man who hurt you. A tear makes its way down your cheek, and you harshly wipe it away.  

“You believe me...” You see the second a switch flips and Joe's mind goes back to detective mode. His analyzing gaze sweeps over you before looking back to the couch where you had been sitting. You can almost hear him replaying the fight over in his head trying to figure out what he missed. “You're not mad because you think I did it... You’re mad about me asking about....” His eyes flash back over to you, and you feel like his gaze can see right through you. You watch in silence as the stiffness leaves his body, his jaw unclenching. His gaze softens as he runs his fingers through his hair. “Oh, querida. Please sit down.”  

You don’t. You just continue to stare at him. He sighs and goes over to his files and starts thumbing through them before stopping. He flips it open and nods to himself before closing it. He looks back at you before holding it up then makes a point of setting it on the coffee table. You shift biting your lip as your brain tries to process what the hell is happening. He calls your name, and your feet are moving before your mind has time to disagree with it. You sit down on the couch looking from him to the folder and back again. He nods to it, and you let out a sigh as you open it. There are only two pages inside and you freeze when you realize what they are. 

Relationship Disclosure papers. They are slightly bent on the corners and perhaps a little faded. Both pages have been half filled out with Jose's information and signature. The other side is blank and waiting for you to do the same. More tears rolled down your cheeks as you realized that his question had been more premeditated than you had thought. “You weren’t mad because I asked, you were mad because you thought I was only doing it for job security- to stay out of trouble.” His voice is rough, and you can hear the exhaustion in his voice.  

“How long have you had these?” He sat on the couch next to you, his hand coming up to catch a stray tear on your cheek.  

“A few months.” You turned to look at him scanning his face in disbelief.  

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” 

“I didn’t know when or how to. I’ve never done this before. Being with someone like this...it's new for me. I’ve never been with one person for this long. I don’t know what I’m doing. But I know I want to be with you.” 

“You want to be with me? Like really be with me, in a committed relationship?”  

“Yes, I do. You have to know that.” You give him a small nod because you did. While he had never said it with his words. Jose Velasco had been showing you with his actions exactly how important you were to him since you guys had met.  

You turn to face him on the couch, your knees bumping. “Then tell me the whole story. I know this isn’t just about you sharing some powdered sugar blow with an inmate.” You watch him start to tense back up, his eyes circling the room as though he is looking for danger or an escape. You put a comforting hand on his knee, “I want to be with you Jose, I care about you. You’re not going to scare me. I just-I want to understand. You’ve been acting strange since you got back from the Bronx. I know there is more to it than you're saying.”    

“It’s a long story.” He swallows hard, “A mess I made back when I was in Juarez.” 

You two sat in his living room for half the night as he told you about the murders. The loyalty he still felt to his friend who had saved his life with a bullet in another man’s chest. The guilt that he felt.

Once he started it was as if he couldn’t stop. The soft drip of words turned into a stream as he backtracked through his past. His time with a gang that he almost was a part of. How he had led a child molester to his near death at their request. How his mom and pastor had gotten him out and to Nebraska in hopes of saving him from a bad path.  

You cried for him as he went further back telling you about his father beating him, his mother, and little sister brutally. How he would find any reason to beat him with his belt. You thought about the white scars that marred his tan skin. You had always assumed they were from his days as a cop not from a violent childhood. You didn’t say a word, you barely moved, as you let him unburden himself, even as he cut himself raw to do it. When he was finally done, both of you had tear-stained cheeks. His eyes were rimmed in red. He looked absolutely exhausted and was just staring at you, waiting for your response. He had a tight grip on your hand as though if he let go you might disappear and leave him.  

You leaned forward and kissed him gently on his lips. You tell him that he is the strongest person you know and that he is a good man. You tell him he doesn’t have to deal with it alone, that you aren’t going anywhere. You spend the whole night holding him, soothing him when he spends it fighting off nightmares.  

The next morning you sign the disclosures. You take yours to your boss. Joe takes his to Chief McGrath. He doesn’t want you to be workplace knowledge while he is dealing with his past. He wants to keep you and SVU separate for as long as he can. 

This came out a little rough, but I hope you guys enjoy it. I might try to go back and rewrite the ending later because it just doesn’t sit with me the way I want it to. 

I know I have told you that I have a few multiple (4 or 5) part stories planned for Joe.  

One is the reader witnessing a sexual assault and being injured by the perp. Then you become a slightly reluctant witness with tons of protective Joe moments.  

Another is the reader taking Joe home to meet your family. It will be fluffier. Seeing Joe in a family setting. Our poor baby isn’t going to know what to do with himself. 

If you guys have one you prefer, let me know and I’ll start with that one. Love ya all xoxo  

[onegianthotmess]

Ikemen Vampire Rants:

💃If the Suitors Turned Into Women💃

If you haven’t seen part One of this rant, I suggest you read it for more of an explination on how this multi-part rant is formatted.

This is part two, which makes the next three suitors Arthur, Vincent, and Theo/Theodorus. (There’s a trend of them talking and then being like “oh shit” and slapping a hand over their mouths when they wake up as women this round-)

Also, I will be using myself (Amelia; looks like Uraraka from MHA but with peach colored eyes, fluffy and curvy figure, and is between 5’9-5’10 in height) as an insert for the MC and as the one who helps the suitors through their strange experience.

Mini Warning!: there is one use of a Dutch swear word in Theo’s part, but his nickname for the MC is literally mutt/dog/puppy, so-

Faust needed a few test subjects for his new experimental elixir, and naturally he first moved to put it into Charles’s and Vlad’s dinner. But, by some inexplicable reason, a few vials of the elixir somehow made their way to le Comte’s mansion and ended up in the residents’s dinner. Let’s see how this plays out, shall we???

Arthur Canon Doyle

Our British lad woke up unusually early, craving fudge

He didn’t feel too unusual, his back ached the tiniest bit and his chest felt a bit heavy, but those could’ve been cause by him sleeping wrong and he could be coming down with a little something or in need of a drink

Either way, the author didn’t think too hard about it until he actually got out of bed and glanced down to see that he now had breasts

“Bloody hell-!”

He clapped a hand over his mouth when he’d heard the sound of his voice

It sounded higher, more feminine, and much sweeter than it ever sounded before

Even as a boy his voice wasn’t this high and light!

Arthur moved his hand from his mouth and felt down his sides and to his hips, confused by his new curvature and build

And, now that he was awake, he realized his hair went down a little past his chest now

As much as he wanted to solve the mystery of his new predicament, he also needed help on how to be situated as a woman

And with extremely limited options, the author immediately went to the only woman in the mansion; Amelia

He of course poked his head out from behind his door to check if anyone was around before he rushed down the hall as quickly and quietly as possible to Amelia’s room and knocked on her door

It took a couple of knocks before Arthur could hear the brunette sleepily grumbling as she pulled herself out of bed and made her way to the door

Only to instantly be wide awake at the sight of a dimly lit Arthur that was now a woman

The brunette quickly pulled the author into her room and turned on her light to get a better look at him

Slightly shorter with a very slender hourglass type figure, not too many curves, and a rounder, more feminine face with slightly fuller lips

Amelia was just as confused as Arthur, if not a little more with how sleepy she was, but was very willing to help

After she sent him to go back to bed so she could help him at an appropriate time to actually be awake instead of an ungodly hour of the morning when it was still dark out

And so, Arthur went back to sleep, woke up at a more reasonable time, and Amelia came to his room with a few things to help him a little bit after he woke up

A little bit of improvising had to be done since Arthur was less curvaceous than Amelia, but eventually a solution was found that kept Arthur’s new chest in place

A few belts had to be used to make Arthur’s pants fit around his slightly slimmer waist, but other than that his clothes still fit him decently, if a little loose

And after Amelia brushed Arthur’s hair, he was fine to head down to breakfast if he wanted

And he did

And he gave zero explanation to anyone and began behaving like normal

Theo was even more annoyed with Arthur because he wouldn’t explain how he suddenly became a woman overnight

And Isaac was even more embarrassed to have Arthur teasing him because now he added some flirting in there

(You can’t fucking tell me that Arthur isn’t bisexual!)

The day went on as normal with Arthur going back up to his room and writing, drinking coffee, and eventually taking his beloved Vic outside to play a bit

And the afternoon was ended in Arthur running away from Theo, who was chasing him because Arthur started flirting with him just to see what would happen if he did

All in all, Arthur was happy with his day and went about normally the next day when he was back to normal

And Isaac hid himself away from Arthur for a good two weeks out of embarrassment and in a desperate attempt to avoid anymore potential flirting on the latter’s part

Side note: Arthur didn’t flirt with Isaac after that because, while he is a teasing asshole, Arthur isn’t a monster who completely tortures people

Vincent van Gogh

Sunshine boy woke up on his couch as per usual

(Christ on a stick, we need to get babie boy his own bed-)

And he was so tired and used to sleeping on a couch that he didn’t really notice anything different with him until he began to get dressed for the day and then-

“OH MY-!”

Both of Vincent’s hands quickly flew to his mouth when he heard his own voice

First of all, he now had breasts and very wide hips

Second, his voice was higher and somehow even softer and lighter than it was before

Third, his hair now seemed to be long enough to reach just a little above his chin

And things didn’t get better when he heard Theo knocking on his door

And they got worse when Vincent turned around to see the door opening

“Broer, you slept in past breakfast so I wanted to—WHO ARE YOU?!”

Theo, of course, was shocked to see some random woman alone in his brother’s room

But, after a second, when he really looked at the woman, Theo could tell that the woman was Vincent

He looked more or less the same, except with a rounder face and fuller lips and somehow even softer features

Both brothers stood frozen and staring at each other until Theo told Vincent to wait a second and to not move while he went and got help before rushing out of the room, closing the door behind him

Figuring that he had little options at the moment, Vincent just sat down on his couch and patiently waited for his brother to return, hands folded in his lap

And a few minutes later, Theo came back with Amelia in tow, a bag slung on her shoulder

When the brunette saw Vincent, she immediately dropped her bag, ran over to the artist, and immediately hugged him and saying that he was the most fucking adorable thing she’d ever seen in that moment

When Theo got mad, a quick glare and threat to not help shut him up

And then he was forced out of the room as to not overwhelm Vincent

Once Amelia kicked Theo out, she turned to the former man and began to help him in getting ready for the day as a woman with the things she brought with her in her bag

The upper body undergarment was a bit of a struggle since Vincent’s new breast were just a wee bit too small to pass in wearing one of Amelia’s undergarments, so a bit of improvising was required

After that, Amelia just had to help Vincent to get his clothes to fit his new body correctly, his shirt was a bit loose around the waist and his pants were a bit tight due to his new curves, but they managed to fit

And once Vincent’s hair was brushed, he and Amelia walked out into the hallway where Theo was waiting because he was still worried about his brother

Theo did thank Amelia and asked Vincent what he was going to do, if he was going to tell Comte about his situation or any of the other residents

And Vincent just said he was going to go into town with Amelia because he promised to hang out with her the day prior and said Theo was welcome to join so long as Amelia was okay with it

And she was because she knew Theo wouldn’t take no for an answer and she wanted extra help in keeping an eye on Vincent because there was no doubt would weird things would happen if Vincent turning into a woman was the first thing on the agenda for the day

So, without being seen by anyone else, the three left the mansion and got in a carriage to go to town and have a little down time

Amelia was almost tempted to go and buy Vincent a dress, but she resisted knowing that it probably wouldn’t fit him for long if he did turn back into a man

Speaking of men, many men approached Amelia and Vincent and began flirting with them, specifically with Vincent because he literally looked like a fucking angel

But a glare from Theo made them apologize and run away, leaving Vincent and Amelia very confused

The three of them spent their day looking around town, finding places for Vincent to sketch, and Amelia sketching Vincent at one point because he was so beautiful and she wanted to remember this odd day

In the evening, the three of them made it back to the mansion and Vincent snuck back to his room and Amelia delivered a small bottle of Rouge for his dinner since he didn’t eat all day

The next day, Vincent was back to normal and no one but Theo and Amelia knew why all three of them disappeared from the mansion the day before

And it was gonna fucking stay that way

Theodorus van Gogh

(Christ on a stick, I had too much fun with Theo!)

Theo woke up as normal, if quite early, but he felt strange

His chest felt incredibly heavy and his back was in quite a bit of pain

When Theo managed to sit up and throw his legs over the edge of his bed to sit properly, he looked down and-

“SCHIJTEN-”

Theo clamped a hand over his mouth when he heard his now feminine and honey laced voice

Somehow, he found that he now had an ample bust under his nightshirt and long hair that reached his hips

Theo’s mind went a mile a minute as he thought of what to do

As much as his instincts told him to, he couldn’t really go to his older brother as he wouldn’t have any ideas on how to really help Theo’s current situation

Arthur would make fun of or flirt with or do both with him instead of help most likely

Le Comte would probably just as stumped as he was

And Theo didn’t really think that any one of the other residents would be of much help for this particular situation

Well, except for Amelia, who was the only woman in the entire mansion

Seeing as he had no other options, Theo decided to go to Amelia’s room with his clothes for the day in hand

Of course, he had to take a couple of detours and even hide once from an already working Sebastian and a sleepy Arthur already on his third cup of coffee for the day as to not be seen before he’d gotten any help

And, for once, he was happy to have a couple days off of work

Once Theo reached Amelia’s room, he knocked a couple of times before a faint “Come in” could be heard

Not wanting to be out in the open in the hall, Theo quickly and quietly ducked into Amelia’s room

And he stood awkwardly in front of the door when he was inside of the room until the brunette woman emerged from a corner already dressed and froze when she saw him

After a split second Amelia burst out laughing at Theo, to which the art dealer responded by dropping his clothes, rushing over to the maid, and clapping a hand over her mouth

“Please put a muzzle on that snout of yours, Hondje. I’d rather not have anyone see me like this right now.”

After Theo heard a muffled, but annoyed, “Fine” from the brunette, he moved his hand away from her mouth

Amelia quickly stepped back and looked Theo up and down before shrugging

“I mean, your tits are too big to fit any of the undergarments I have, but we can improvise.”

Theo was confused. “My what?”

“Your tits. It’s another word for boobs, I mean breasts.”

Theo was going to get angry and shout when Amelia held up a hand to silence him

“Just look at them before you get mad, dummy. Your chest is two or three sizes bigger than mine so it won’t fit anything I’ve got. Your back must be killing you, too.”

As Amelia kept rambling, Theo just kept quiet and let her help him

Once a makeshift upper body undergarment was fashioned for Theo, Amelia helped him in getting his pants to fit around his slimmer waist with a few belts

And after that, Amelia told Theo to sit and she did his hair, clearly having fun because she put it into a loose braid

And like that, Theo was dressed in a way that would help him be more comfortable and he thanked Amelia for her assistance

Amelia then said that Theo could go down to breakfast if he wanted to, but she had to leave so that Sebastian would get help preparing everyone’s meal

And like hell Theo was going to pass up his beloved pancakes!

Are you crazy?!

Mf would probably marry some pancakes if he didn’t eat them first-

When Theo went down to breakfast, no one really said anything

Until Arthur came in the room

“Well, Theo, you look rather-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll feed you to King.”

Needless to say, Arthur shut up after that

When Vincent came in the room, his brain went completely “am confusion cinnamon roll noises”

“So my little brother is now a woman… Does that mean I have a little sister now?”

Either way, Vincent said Theo was incredibly beautiful as a woman and pat him on the head, to which the latter got embarrassed by and asked the former to stop

Not much happened after breakfast, except for Arthur needing to be told off occasionally

Theo mostly spend his day with King, playing with him and taking a nap with him at one point

King ended up on top of Theo and used his chest as a pillow as he usually did

Theo had to glare at Arthur so he wouldn’t make a sexual joke or comment about it

The next day, Theo woke up back to normal and was so relieved

“Oh, thank god!”

His back was killing him yesterday and he gave Amelia props for being able to still be able to stand up straight at the end of the day

No one really said anything about the day before, except for Vincent saying he was happy his brother was back to normal and King whining because his new chest pillow wasn’t as big and soft anymore

And there’s the next three suitors! Sorry it took a minute, babes! I had fun with this one and yes, I do imagine Vincent and Theo having sort of reversed female body types. Stay tuned for part three and go read part one of you haven’t, please and thank you!

[dilemmaontwolegs]

The Underworld {6} || Dimitri Belikov

Dimitri Belikov x dhampir!f!reader Summary: In the aftermath of the attack you are called to the Queen at St Vladimirs. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, filler WC: 2.1k

Ch.1 || Ch.2 || Ch.3 || Ch.4 || Ch.5 || Ch.6

With the help of Fleur’s earth user tutor, they were able to expand your apartment further into the mountain that the Underworld was carved deep into. The added space created plenty of room for the girls to get their own bedroom each and a larger living room where you were currently waiting for Duke and Zane to arrive with furniture.

Even once they had their own beds to sleep in you doubted they would use them. Nightmares riddled their sleep, from the ungodly faces of the strigoi to their dead classmates. There wasn’t two hours that you had slept consecutively before their screams woke you and you had dragged yourself from the couch to where they cuddled close in your bed. But, it had barely been 48 hours since the massacre and it had taken you months, maybe even years, before you could sleep without the nightmares waking you after the rest of your family had died.

There was finally a knock at your door after you had checked your watch for the third time and you tore it open ready to chide them for being late only to find Abe Mazur standing there with two guardians at his back.

“Zmey,” you greeted cautiously, leaning across the door frame to try to hide the twins who were still inside the living room. “Don’t you normally like to frequent the lower levels?”

“Moroi business brings me,” he paused to look around the packed earth walls that were less pretty than the areas that brought actual income in, “here.”

“Such as?”

He shot a wry smile and repeated, “Moroi business.”

You sighed and knew the man wouldn’t leave until he had what he came for so you swung the door open wider in invitation. Protective little Hana had already ushered the twins back into their rooms when she noticed that you hadn’t immediately invited Abe into the apartment. Ever since she was old enough to talk she had told everyone that her half sisters were her Moroi and she was going to be their guardian. It was a role she took very seriously.

Once the door closed behind Abe, his guardians remaining in the hallway, he reached into his suit jacket and produced an envelope. You took it silently and turned it over to find the Queen’s seal, dread pitted in your stomach as you broke through the wax and found it addressed to you. Well, not you exactly. It was addressed to the caregiver of Zoey and Fleur - as their closest living relative, that meant you.

You read the summons quickly before screwing the paper up and lobbing it towards the kitchen bin. “Like hell are they going to the Royal Court.”

“The letter was a courtesy, little huntress,” Abe admitted with a careless shrug. “They will find themselves before the Queen with or without you.”

You slumped against the archway that separated your living room from the kitchen and crossed your arms. “Then why bother with the niceties?”

“Because I am going to make an exorbitant amount of money delivering the three of you there, quietly. You know as well as I do that if we make a scene then it will only bring the authorities down on this place. Which needless to say is bad for everybody's business, including mine.”

This wasn't a battle you could win and chewing on your lip was only going to lead you to the same conclusion and a swollen lip. “Four. I’m not leaving Hana behind.”

“Fine.” He made it sound anything but fine, not that you cared what a pain it was for him to arrange travel and entry permits for an extra person. “Pack light, I’m sure they won’t have suitable clothes anyway.”

“No need to be rude,” you muttered, pushing off the wall to go and break the news.

“I meant no offence, little huntress.” His dark laugh followed you along with his quiet footsteps. “You have provided for those young ladies gallantly but this may be something even out of your league I’m afraid.”

The urge to argue bubbled on your tongue but you were inclined to agree with him. Even though you had grown up in a household full of Moroi, they weren’t royal and had not spoken of Moroi politics in your presence so you were at a loss on how to deal with the Queen and her proxy. So, you put your trust in ‘the snake’ as Abe was often referred to and hoped it wasn’t misplaced while you packed some bags and left a note for Duke and Zane, whenever they eventually arrived.

–

“I’ll be honest, I never pictured you riding in a mini-van,” you said with a smirk as Abe took the front passenger seat.

“It’s only to get us to the airport,” he replied, unamused at the idea of his image being tanked by the soccer mom car. “It was the best I could find with the addition.”

Your smirk grew and you draped an arm over Hana’s shoulder. “Couldn’t let my prodigy miss out on the action.”

“Is Dimitri going to meet us there? Can I train with him?”

Hana’s rapidfire questions had your lips curling and Abe’s head cocked as he listened in from the front. “I’m sure Dimitri would let you train with him if his schedule allows it.”

You leant forward over the centre console and Abe’s brow twitch was the only inclination he gave that he wondered what you were doing before you spoke quietly, “Has there been any news about the attack?”

Zmey looked out his window and you saw the disappointment in his reflection as he stared at the passing terrain of endless trees. “No, other than what is already known - it was a planned coordinated attack like the others.”

You fell back into your seat defeated. If you had your way you would be back home preparing to go hunting. Every night wasted inside was another night that the Strigoi were growing stronger by feeding and growing in numbers by changing more victims.

Just thinking about it had your fists clenching and a familiar fire igniting in your veins, the need to hit something almost overwhelming you.

A small hand came to rest on your fist and you looked at Hana to see the same fire in her eyes. “You’ll save them, aunty,” she stated proudly. “I know you will.”

—

“Thought I would find you here,” you said as you broke the silence in the church where Dimitri knelt in prayer.

He spun around with his quick reflex and his eyebrows rose in surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“You know I can’t resist you when you are on your knees.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He tried not to smile but failed before glancing warily at the statue beyond the altar.

“Pretty sure if the Almighty was going to strike me down it would have been the moment I stepped foot in his sanctum,” you teased before turning sombre and pulling the summonings letter from your pocket. “The Queen called.”

Dimitri frowned as he took it from your hand and it only deepened the more he read. “I heard rumours…” His head darted around the shadows in the dimly lit church before he grabbed your head and walked quickly back to the door you had come through. “Where’s the girls?”

You increased your pace to match his. “Our room in guest housing, what’s going on?”

“Not here,” he murmured quietly.

The streets full of dhampirs and Moroi shifted to mostly dhampirs before there was only dhampirs.

Dimitri nodded politely to those who greeted him and they looked curiously at you, a stranger he was holding hands with. It was obvious he was well known and respected, which you already knew since his name was revered in the Underworld long before he stepped foot there, but seeing it first hand left a proud smile on your face.

“What?” he asked self-consciously as he caught the look.

“Nothing,” you chuckled, giving his hand a squeeze. “It's just incredibly hot seeing you in your element.”

He rolled his eyes but you saw the corners of his lips tip up before he turned to open the front door of an apartment block. The foyer was a guardian's wet dream, purposeful and direct with nothing excessive or distracting, and it made you scoff as you followed Dimitri to the stairwell. “Is every facility as welcoming as this?”

“I don’t think a few pieces of abstract artwork would make much difference,” he commented as he looked around the bare walls for seemingly the first time before shrugging. “We only come here to sleep between assignments and training.” 

“I couldn’t wait to be a guardian when I was younger,” you admitted as you reached the third floor and Dimitri pulled a swipe card from his pocket and pressed it to the door handle. “Now I can’t think of anything worse. Sorry.” The apology was an afterthought when his eyebrows rose and he pushed his door open with a sigh.

His scent hit you first, the richness of his essence permeated the very air that you inhaled deeply as you stepped inside his room. You had expected the room to be bare but you were pleasantly surprised to see a bookshelf full of human novels and framed pictures of his family on the mantel. 

Dimitri stood still as you took in the smallest of details, committing them to memory while you walked around the small space. Your fingers reach out unconsciously to his pictures and the images brought a new life to the man before you. You saw him as a little boy, as a son and a brother. 

“Is this Ivan?” you asked as you found a picture of a teenage Dimitri next to another young man in front of what looked like a guardian graduation. 

Dimitri took the picture with a sad smile. “First day of getting assigned to him.”

He placed the picture back down and nodded his head to the bed, taking a seat on the edge and waiting for you. A nervousness crept into you as you sat beside him and he rested his elbows on his knees and he leant forward. 

“I heard rumours that the Queen was having Moroi trained to fight defensively against Strigoi.” His fists closed tightly as the very thought went against everything a guardian was trained to do. The Moroi were meant to be protected and stay safe behind a wall of guardians, not put themselves in danger. “The fact she has called the twins here after the feat they accomplished makes me think this is more than just a rumour.”

“That’s great!” You jumped up with a smile that quickly faltered when you saw his reaction. “After everything the Strigoi have done, how can you not think that is a good idea?”

“It’s not that I think it’s a bad idea, but where do we draw the line?” he challenged as he rose to his feet too. “It starts with defensive magic but then there will be those like the hunters who will want to use it offensively.”

You squared your shoulders at the insinuation and tipped your chin back to stare him in the eyes.  “We do what we do to protect the Moroi, all the Moroi, not just the royals. We won’t want them on the front lines anymore than you guardians.”

“That’s not what I meant,” he lowered his voice and stepped closer. “Since the attacks, the council has taken more guardians away from the non-royals and it is clear that the royals are their priority. My fear is the Queen will only be training non-royals.”

Your stomach dropped as you realised his train of thought and you gripped his shirt in your fists, dropping your forehead to his chest, praying you were wrong. “And if her plan works, you think she could conscript them to fight?” 

“They are desperate.”

A sickening dread filled you and you were out the door in an instant. Your gut had told you coming to the Queen's domain was a bad idea but now you felt trapped but the warded walls that surrounded the city. You needed to get the girls and get out.

"Wait," Dimitri called, his boot steps on concrete groaning louder as he sprinted to catch up. "Where are you going?"

You didn't stop to answer as you ran under the arch that led out of the guardian compound and turned towards the guest housing where Fleur, Zoey and Hana were waiting. "I won't let her take my family, Dimitri, they are all I have left."

“She won’t just let you leave with them,” he growled as he pulled you to a stop but you broke the hold and kicked him away despite the flash of betrayal on his face.

“I have to try.”