#which only drives Dick even crazier

[007reid]

187. spencer reid (18+)

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: you're dealing with a dumb, whiny boy and you are wondering where your boy genius went.

warnings: 18+, sub!spencer & dom!reader, dumbification, whining, whimpering, overstimulation, handjob, orgasm denial, begging..you know the rest ;)

a/n: this is a result of too much ai spencer tiktok edits....wrote in a rush on my phone late at night but that's how fanfiction are meant to be written. enjoy angels <3 requests are open if anyone want to drop by!

“okay spencer, this is an easy one. can you answer it for me baby?" you pause expectantly, and it takes him a while, but spencer only mewls in response, frustrated. "what states are next to louisiana?”

you see spencer’s eyebrows slowly pent up in thought but then he immediately gives up in lieu of letting out another pathetic moan, bucking up uselessly to your fingers. “answer the question baby," you prod sweetly, kissing your words into his cheek.

“i-hnfgg…” he pants breathlessly, eyes shut tight and when they flutter open, they are round with plead. “please, it hurts so bad, please let me cum i—“

you let go of his cock entirely and he whines, trying to shuffle closer so that you would touch him. in response you move away further, smirk at your lips. “be a good boy for me and i will.”

“i am being a good boy for you!” spencer whines, his eyes blown with need and watering, body writhing pathetically against the sheets. his dick is flushed an angry red and you know he’s only several strokes away from coming undone, being so closely attuned to your boy. “i’m being good i—“ his words hitched in his throat as you gently caress only the tip of his cock, teasing.

“the good boy i remember is super smart,” you slide up to him, pressing a leering kiss on his jaw. “the guy has an iq of 187. can you believe that? how rare is that?”

spencer doesn’t answer, his pleas and whines soft and stuck in his throat as he keeps trying to buck up his hips to get more of your touch, but with no avail. “hm? how rare is it spence?”

“i don’t know!” he cries, tears leaking and wetting his pretty lashes. “i—please it hurts so bad, just please let me cum i’ll do anything, please!”

“answer me and i’ll let you cum baby boy,” you say smoothly, removing your hand from him (which elicited a very impatient groan) to spit on your palm before going back again, moving your hand up and down his shaft deliberately slow. you know it drives him crazy, even crazier than he is right now and you soak in the satisfaction of it. “how many people has your kind of genius spence? hm?" you add encouragingly. "get this one right for me and i’ll let you cum baby.”

“i…uhh….” he's slow, and even slower with your hand working and overstimulating his already-sensitive cock. “one out of every hundred million people. 1000 who ever lived,” he finally decides to peel open his eyes again, searching your face for any hint of approval. as a response you flick up your wrist quickly and he nods his head back, an obscene and needy moan coming out of his mouth.

“and the states surrounding louisiana?”

his head snaps back immediately and stares at you in betrayal, like a kid being scammed out of his cookie, completely flustered and debauched. “you said one question!”

“i changed my mind baby,” you soothe, pressing an apology kiss in the corner of his mouth. “the faster you are the faster you get to cum. do you want to cum honey?”

“yes! yes i wanna cum so bad,” he cries, hands coming up to rest lightly at your waist and you can feel the tremble in them. the heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach has been there for at least half an hour now and you’ve just been toying with it, reliving it then bringing the pressure back. now he’s an absolute mess, curly hair sprayed on the pillow and stuck to his forehead, his pretty, delicate face ruined with tear stains, but it just makes him prettier. he’s completely at your mercy, writhing and whimpering and begging you to do something about his looming orgasm and you denying him of it.

“then answer the question baby boy,” you murmur encouragingly in his ear, fingers still teasing him. he’s so sensitive and overstimulated to the point that a single touch can make his entire body jump, so you are careful. too much and he might actually loose it, and you both know this. “you remember it, right spence?” you press, "the question?"

“hnngg,” he whimpers when you start biting on the lobe of his ear, grabbing and squeezing onto the sheets for dear life. “umm…arkansas and… i-i don’t know,” he admits shamefully, then desperately tries to make up for it. “but i got the first one! you said if i get it i could cum. i’ve been such a good boy for you, just this one time, please!” he begs, not in control of what he says anymore and it shows. he’s completely delirious and fucked stupid, and you take pity on him.

“aww, my sweet boy,” you coo sweetly, running your fingers through his messy mop of hair and pulling it away from his face for him. “i’m sorry angel, but if you can’t get it right, you don’t get to cum,” you whisper faux apologetically in his ear. you see when spencer’s eyes widen with horror, and the tears begins to fall freely.

“please,” he begs, his fingers pleadingly reaching out to try to touch you, convince you to change your mind. it’s a foolish and naive attempt, and he knows it too but can’t help taking his chances. he’s desperate for anything. “please, i’ll be so good for you. i’ll be your best boy. i promise. i swear. it hurts so bad y/n please, i cant take it—“

“fine,” you give in, only because you know for a fact that he can't last any longer. really, you're surprised he's managed to make it this long so far; you had already planned his punishment in your mind. your boy deserves his reward.

you speed up your movements and the sounds coming out of his mouth becomes wanton, sobs becomes louder and his whines a pitch higher and he’s strung high like a violin string, ready to snap. “cum for me, pretty boy.”

at your command his body gives out obediently, thick strings of cum spitting out of his cock, painting your hand and his hips, coating at his thighs. he twitches and his thighs tremble weakly as small blurts of cum starts to collect at the tip of his cock and you kiss him during all of it as he cries against your lips. he pants hard, and when you accidentally swipe a finger over him, he whines painfully and inches out the way, sore. when it’s over, he collapses into you, spent.

“thank you,” he says, sounding genuinely grateful, his voice muffled and his face buried in your shoulder. you laugh, fingers smoothing out the mess of his hair, pulling his head back and pressing kisses all over his face. spencer needs the aftercare, especially after being edged on for so long, needs the love and the assurance and the cuddles afterwards. "i love you."

"and i you," you say, smiling when he whines predictably, unsatisfied.

"you gotta say the whole thing," he says, looking mildly upset, lips jutting out and giving you the fattest, most foul and adorable pout, eyes big and searching.

"'m sorry," you weave your fingers with his, and he presses a kiss against your knuckles. "i love you."

[vintagexherry]

"Think you can handle the both of us ¿señorita?"

part 2 of this

Punk! Miguel x Fem!Reader x Miguel

//Smut,Threesome,double pene one hole, degradation, Oral, Squirting, Hair pulling, Praise kink, Marking, Dacryphilia, Tit sucking,Stomach bulge, Overstimuation, Punk!Miguel will be nicknamed Miggy here.

Previously

"Let her choose?.....What are you implying" Miggy chuckled and walked towards you putting his hands on your waist, dangerously close to your ass and if you weren't panicking before then you sure as hell you're panicking now. "Oh you know hell what I'm implying"

How did it turn into this?

At one point you met another version of Miguel who seemed to be more free-spirited and had the same fashion sense as Hobie.

Next Miguel and Miggy started bickering at where you should belong.

Next, was after what Miggy told him about implying something Miguel opened a portal Miggy pushed you through it and you saw what seemed to be Miguel's bedroom, a bit messy from the tech cluttered around the area but before you could look around even more, you were pushed onto the bed, and there you know your gonna call in sick for tomorrow.

Now you're here.

Miguel thrusting in you mouth as you gagged at his length, almost choking at how big he is.

Miggy on the other hand thrusting in your pussy as if his life depends on it, the push of his hips drive your mouth more into Miguel's dick and making you gagged even more to the point of tears but that doesn't seem to stop them if so, it drives them even crazier for you.

"That's it...come on that's it mm argh." Miguel said in hushed voice only meant for you to hear.

"This is- ugh... More fun than- shit- than I thought" Miggy stuttured as he push his hips even deeper to you the wet slaps and loud grunts of the two men above you seemed to push you closer and closer to your climax, but before you could reach it, Miguel and Miggy seemed to have different plans.

Miguel didn't even reach his climax when he removed himself from your drooling mouth, even Miggy stopped himself and grabbed your forearms to pull you into an upright position.

Both men didn't say anything to each other but they seem to have some sort of telepathic understanding what to do.

"Think you can handle the both of us ¿señorita?" Miggy asked you gently, caressing your hips that seemed to have bruises from his grip earlier.

"I-uh...mhm" You couldn't trust your own voice from how rough it sounded, so you nodded eagerly and gulp from their smirks as him they won the lottery,which in this case they probably did.

"That's my girl" Miguel praised as he starter grinding his dick to your slit to gather extra wetness and you moan everytime he slides agaist your clit, with that he takes it a sign to enter a little bit while Miggy was thrusting slightly into you.

"Oh-oh urhhhh" Your mind couldn't make up either to moan in pleasure or hiss in pain.

Miguel noticed your rising hesitation and eagerly kissed your lips while he fully thrusts his length into you, both your moans muffled from the kiss.

Miguel let go of your lips and grunted from the tight feeling "F-fuck cariño".

You moaned at the feeling of being filled to the brim, So much you felt your stomach distened in size.

Suddenly your felt your head pulled back by your hair and before you could moan the pain, you lips were sealed around Miggy's, who seemed desperate to one up Miguel's kiss who clicked his tongue in annoyance.

Since you were distracted both men thrust up and down into you, and you couldn't help but let go of Miggy's lips moaning loudly.

They start moving slowly but the more they felt you loosen up the more rougher and harder their thrusts began, you couldn't control the drool,the tears, and the moan your letting out.

"I- Ah! Mig-Mig-" You couldn't form a coherent sentence especially since Miggy started sucking your neck and Miguel sucking your tits.

The feeling of both men touching you sends your head into overdrive and your legs starts shaking from their thrusts as you were nearing climax, the wet slaps twice the louder now, your slick starts dripping, until finally, you came and you couldn't hold back a loud moan as your squirt starts making the bed beneath you stained.

"F-fuck- SHIT"

"Come on neña give us m-more fffuc."

You swear on your life that these men are gonna be the death of you.

"I-I please I- ca-can't" you tried stammering it out but that doesn't seem to please them for you felt your head being pulled back again by Miggy

"You can and you will you fucking slut"

"Don't tell us your giving up already"

You tried telling them again but no proper sentence would come out to the way they thrust again and again,harder and harder to you, Miguel rubbing your clit, Miggy sucking on your neck leaving mark anywhere he could reach and your eyes barely can see anything to the amount of tears blocking it's way.

"Pleesh- AH!-foo mu-uch" but your pleads go on one ear to the other as you climaxed again and thanks to that this made them thrust faster, focusing on nothing but their pleasure now.

You don't how much seconds,minutes, or hours has passed but their thrusts started to become desperate and knew they were reaching climax,the bed started creaking, sheets stained even more with mixed fluids and all you could hear was your own moans mixed with their grunts.

"Come on you whore come on come on comeon comeocomeon-"

"Yes th-ats it neña tha-thats it- almost there,do-doing so so go-FFUCK!"

Before you know it,warmth fills you up, endless cum filling in again and again and your body shakes from the number of orgasms you endured.

The three of you started gathering your breaths, Miggy and Miguel spreading kisses to your body,rubbing your sore spots and laying you down gently on the bed while they lay each side of you.

"You did amazing neña, so good for us." Miggy praised as he put a strand of hair behind your ear,wiping away any stray tear.

"Mhmm, that's my girl" Miguel said it with a kiss in a forehead.

As for you, you were busy gathering oxygen back at your lungs and with how much your legs feel tired you come to a conclusion.

Yeah your call in sick tomorrow.

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"Hey Y/N you good? I didn't know you were sick,Miguel told me everything so I already got a spider to cover up your tasks" You heard Jess's voice over your watch.

"th-thank you Jess" Your hoarse voice said in gratitude, with that you bid your goodbyes to each other.

But now you gotta focus on two men trying to cut each other's throat, fighting who gets to prepare your bath or massage your sore body.

As of right now you don't really care with the tiredness seeping though body plus with the sudden day off you decided to sleep through their shenanigans.

And just like that you just chose to see tomorrow morning what's in store for you.

The End

[en-hale]

Hyungs' Favorite Place to Leave Hickeys (+ Sunoo) ♡‧₊˚

En-Hale Comeback ~~ Manifesto Day 3

pairing ≕ Enha!Hyungs x gn!reader

warning ≕ 18+/smut. Read at your own discretion !

author's note ≕ first attempt at adding Sunoo into the hyung line stuff. He's not in everything, cause I'm not ready for that just yet, but please enjoy nevertheless! Tune in tomorrow for manifesto day 4 at 10pm CST!

© to en-hale. no translations/reposts etc. (w/out permission)

──•°.-ˏˋ ♡ ˊˎ-.°•──

𐂂 Heeseung ≕ STOMACH. He loves your stomach so much, and you absolutely despise that he does. For one, it tickles when he reaches down and presses his lips to them, but sometimes it makes noises and you get embarrassed. Of course, he likes the sound of your rumbling tummy. But you hate it more when he plays with your belly and rubs it. It's awkward for you when he plays with it, but he praises you and says it's his favorite part of your body. To ease your stress, he'll spread your legs enough to feel how wet you are and rub against your clit. So he gets to leave his marks where he wants while his fingers work to get you over the edge.

𓊿 Jay ≕ THIGHS. It's not funny how obsessed he is with your thighs, even more so when they're completely bare. It's even more pleasurable for him the closer it is to your pussy, and leaves hickeys exactly where he knows it'll make you whine and whimper from being so desperate for his mouth to eat you out. He thinks it's overwhelming soft, like nobody has touched your skin down there enough. Their thickness and stability have a weird hold on him. Even when you both aren't doing anything sexually, he'll still find a way down to your thighs and leave his mark.

ꈊ Jake ≕ DAT ASS. He can't handle it, especially when you're wearing shorts or a really cute pair of panties to bed. He's obsessed with the shape of your ass, the way your stretch marks outline your cheeks, and its perkiness. He remembers the way it bounced on his dick and the red spanks mark and goes batshit horny. So if you're lying face down, best believe Jake is going to grope and caress your ass as he leaves hickey all over it. He loves the way it's so smooth and moves like jello under his hands. He feels you squirming underneath him, so of course, he's going to eat you out next. Then the next day, when he sees you wearing a skirt (or whatever bottoms you prefer) he remembers his beautiful marks and smirks.

𖠪 Sunghoon ≕ CHEST. The fact that he gets to squeeze them in his hands while he leaves hickeys turns him on IMMENSELY. Don't get him started when he can see your perfect chest pear through the tops you wear. He'll start between your breast and then make his way to each nipple which he makes sure is red and bruised by the time he's done. He more so just loves hearing your moans and whimpers in his ear when he does. On multiple occasions has he been able to get you off only by sucking and kissing your chest while you grinded up against him.

𓄊 Sunoo ≕ MESMERIZING NECK. He's basic, but he loves leaving little marks on your neck. It looks so appetizing that he can't help but put his lips to it. He feels your skin and your muscles contract and it drives him wild. He goes even crazier at the small red and blue bruises that come up and knows that he did that. Each time he does, he sucks on that sweet spot and it feels so achingly good. He'll travel down to your collarbone and everywhere adjacent to your neck. He feels bad when you have to put makeup on to cover them, and is even more embarrassed when others notice it, but he's proud in himself to see his delightful artwork across your neck.

[sadhornyygirl]

Kinktober

Day 30: Lactation (jason voorhees)

He then sat next to me and laid down on my lap. I lifted my blouse and unzipped the nursing bra I was wearing. Which made him even crazier. I could see the volume of his dick growing inside his pants.

I placed my pout in his mouth, and he began to suckle like a baby. My nipples were very dilated and pink. They were huge. So much so that he could only grasp the nipple, which fit perfectly in his mouth.

I moaned and writhed with lust, sitting on the couch with his body weighing down on my lap.

He sucked willingly. Sucking a lot of milk. He filled his mouth and swallowed. There was so much milk that it sometimes ran out of the corners of my mouth.

Our!! It was very exciting to see him suckle so eagerly. What I liked most was watching the movement of his mouth sucking. Full of hunger and lust.

After almost half an hour of sucking on one breast, he switched sides and sucked for another half hour on the other. I squeezed the breast between my index and middle fingers, as you do when breastfeeding a baby, to better accommodate the nipple in your mouth and stimulate the milk to come out.

I said softly to stimulate our lust more:

_ Oh... Mama... Breasty breast... Delicious breast... Mama... Delicious breast,Oh...

He put his dick out. His dick was appetizing, thick and had a big red head.

As he jerked off, I squirmed and then we came together. That day, and many others.

He enjoyed it a lot. Lots of cum. And that made me even hornier.

_Now stick your ass up for me, my hottie.

On all fours on the floor, I stuck my ass up towards him, and he, standing behind me, lubricated my little hole with saliva and slowly inserted it.

_Oh Jason... It hurts... How horny... Put it like that, Jason. Put it... - I said

He stuck it all in, even the stem, and started thrusting.

First slowly, then harder. I could feel the bag hitting my pussy.

While he put his dick in the back, he fucked me with two fingers in front. Driving me crazy.

We both cum together.

[matan4il]

What's funny about you guys talking about flirting with them is they also fight like a couple already.

Buck is the dramatic self-destructive one. Yes, Buck was bummed the whole team was moving on, but it was Lena calling out to Eddie they highlighted. Then he lawyers up. When Eddie starts dating Anna, he invites Taylor back into his life. I thought Eddie leaving would make him spiral, but he kept it together till Eddie broke up with him, and then he made a serious of horrible decisions.

Then you have Eddie. He doesn't mind being a dick when Buck hurts him. Like the grocery store fight because he knows Buck knows it's a facade. Kind of like with the teasing/flirting thing. If he needs to blow up someone else might think he could sound rude or unreasonable. Buck just sees through it.

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for sending this in continuation of this ask reply regarding Buddie flirting.

I absolutely agree with you! They have all of the hallmarks of domesticity, which isn't just the sweet, fluffy stuff or the family scenes together with Christopher. It's also the way only the person you love the most in the world can drive you crazier than anyone else. And it can be "crazy" from a good place, right? Like how Eddie yells at Buck and his promise to Abby in 318 because he is DYING over the thought of anything happening to his hubby. Being co-parents means Eddie tersely asking, "Did you think what it would do TO US?" and he's not talking about the team. He's talking about Chris. And he's also talking about himself through his son. Because THEY BOTH can't lose Buck, not after all three of them became a family unit. This is the kind of yelling that comes from "I literally don't know how I'd live without you anymore."

And yes, I think Eddie's more obvious about it, but Buck's the same, he also spirals without his battle boyfriend. I believe I wrote about all of these things, if you look at the meta links (especially in the additional meta posts) in my pinned post. Like in posts where I talked about how Buck sees that Eddie's blowing up in 305 because he loves Buck so much, and what it means to Buck, who's never felt wanted before in his life. So of course it would be mutual! Of course Buck won't really know how to deal without Eddie either. They're in love, your honor. And sometimes being in love means being scared and miscommunicating or even self-sabotaging. But being soulmates means you always manage to come back from it, because you never fail to recognize that the foundation for it all is love. And that's what Buddie have.

Thank you for this ask! Have a wonderful day, lovely. As always, here's my ask tag. xoxox

[mothwithteeth]

moth!! can i ask about the possibly super fucked up dark fic idea?? i am intrigued 👀

YES YES YES YES YES THANK YOU i have been reading this lovingly at work all day waiting to have my computer to answer the way i want to (in a rambling and incoherent way that's just easier to type on a keyboard)

i just finished mexican gothic and that was the exact level of fucked up romance i like, i have been listening to all kinds of music about being the problem (my sibling showed me blame brett by the beaches and i have been replacing the lyrics bc my ex's name fits perfectly), and i've been feeling super toxic lately

putting in a read more and a tw for noncon, kidnapping, coercion, and the like. proceed w caution

so the idea is for dabi. and basically it's toxic!reader has a one night stand with him, and basically kicks him out of bed as soon as they're done. and that drives him nuts because that's his job. he wasn't going to stay the night or anything, but how dare you?

so now he's following you. you're not interested in double dipping. you're in your ho phase. single use pp only. even less interested in feelings. really in a heartbreaker bitch era. so he sees that you don't care at all when he tries to chat you up again, and it makes him even crazier.

basically i want him to get more and more obsessive as he watches you flirting with other men and women, but go home by yourself. but then you want dick again. new dick. hawks dick.

bam! another one night stand. and it goes exactly the same

and here's where the options begin. it could be a funny romcom but it could also be a yandere horror (frankly the only difference sometimes is framing) and i think we all know which way i lean. and if we don't it's towards the horrifying dark stuff

now that i'm thinking about it, hawks could have the same reaction. i'm still spitballing but i have all kinds of ideas

idk if i want it to be quirkless or if i want the reader to have a fireproof quirk bc i also like the idea of the reader being completely immune to dabi's main source of intimidation. like really like. really really like. and if i do that then he might recruit someone to help him. maybe in exchange for a little help, shigaraki can get a taste when dabi finally decides he can't let you continue to distract him (shortly if not immediately after you fuck hawks)

oh my god he might ask giran for a favor. oh. that would be indulgent but oh that could be fun

it could just be so fun and there are so many nasty, nasty possibilities

i might be too excited about this lmao

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

Thanksgiving

description: The Waynes and Kents decide to have Thanksgiving together. But that's not even the drama of the day.

a/n: the version of conner kent/kon-el i use for this is from new 52.

Father of Mine – Masterlist

“OK. What’s wrong?” Y/N had enough of her boyfriend’s silence.

Jason’s grip tightened on his steering wheel. But he responded with, “Why would something be wrong?”

“You’re being quiet.”

Which honestly wasn’t fair. Jason might have sass, cleverness, and sarcasm… but he also loved comfortable silence – though, really only Y/N and maybe Alfred knew that about him.

So it wasn’t fair to attack his silence.

But Y/N also knew there was something behind it in this specific moment.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Jason shrugged. “Just…not really looking forward to this.”

“This being spending Thanksgiving with our family?”

Jason didn’t say anything, but it answered her question still.

“J,” Y/N’s voice was serious now. “If you’re that stressed about it, why didn’t you tell me? We could’ve spent the quietest and most boring Thanksgiving with my grandparents?”

As in her mother’s parents – who also happened to despise Bruce Wayne after how he treated their daughter.

Y/N fully believed if they knew Bruce’s secret, they would come to understand the situation fully like she had.

But Batman wasn’t her secret to tell – and somehow Bruce had learned to not care about people hating him for what they didn’t know.

“I’m not stressed,” Jason corrected roughly.

“Well, what exactly are you so worried about?”

He looked away from the road for a split second to give her a look. “You’ve never been to a Wayne/Kent function.”

Y/N squinted in confusion. “So? I’ve known Clark and Lois longer than I’ve known all of you. And Jon is such a sweetie.”

“Yeah,” Jason sighed. “Well, you haven’t met Conner.”

“Clark’s brother?”

He just nodded.

But they both knew that was not the real relation. Conner was a clone of Clark and Lex Luthor, making him half-kryptonian and half-human, with a genius intellect.

“I don’t know much about him,” Y/N admitted.

“With him and Tim, and then Jon and Demon Spawn, it’s gonna be chaotic.” His eyes flickered to hers. “I mean, like shit-show chaotic.”

Y/N smirked. “Sounds fun, honestly.”

“Not really,” Jason mumbled. “He’s probably gonna hit on you.”

“Hit on me?!” Y/N blurted out. “Conner?”

“Yeah.”

She rolled her eyes. “And how can you be so sure?”

“Because he’s hit on me. And you’re completely out of my league. Obviously.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped. That was not at all the answer she was expecting.

“What?” Jason asked when she didn’t respond. “He’s bisexual,” he added with a shrug.

“Yeah, and that’s fine. I just wasn’t expecting that answer.”

Y/N finally reached over and gripped Jason’s thigh. “It’s gonna be fine.”

Then she let out a heavy sigh. “To be honest, it feels weird going to a different Thanksgiving. It was always my mom’s side of the family. But all my cousins are married with kids and doing their own thing.”

“Sorry,” Jason told her softly. “I didn’t even think about how hard the holidays were going to be for you this year.”

“It’s OK,” she mumbled, but was frowning still.

“You miss her, huh?”

Y/N just nodded.

Jason gently took her hand that was on his thigh and placed a kiss to her knuckles. But instead of putting her hand back down, he held it with his right hand for the rest of the drive to Wayne Manor.

And she was grateful for it.

—

Jason was right: Wayne dinners were chaotic, but Wayne/Kent ordeals were even crazier.

It was a full house with Clark, Lois, Jon, and Conner. But Dick also brought Barbara with him. Meaning it was only 12 people, but it felt like three times that much with the loudness and the various boys running around.

Y/N was drinking wine with the adults when Clark looked around as if he were trying to find someone.

“Wonder when Diana’s getting here,” he thought aloud.

Y/N’s brow furrowed. “Diana?”

Somehow Y/N’s confusion made Lois and Clark even more confused. The couple shared a look with one another. As did Barbara and Dick. Y/N swore even Jason suddenly tensed at her question.

“Diana Prince,” Lois took pity on her.

“Sorry. I don’t know her,” Y/N muttered.

But a few minutes later, the extravagant doorbell of the manor rang and Y/N watched as Bruce hurried to the door.

Usually he let Alfred answer. So she was now intrigued.

As she tried to observe the new guest, a new face stepped in front of Y/N, blocking her view of the front door.

“You must be Y/N,” a young man greeted with a cocky smirk.

For being half-kryptonian, Y/N expected Conner Kent to be towering over her. But it was the opposite. With her height and heeled boots, she was looking down at the young man.

“And you must be Conner,” Y/N answered, and offered her hand politely.

But her eyes kept bouncing back to her father as he talked to a woman, whose face she couldn’t fully see yet.

To her surprise, Conner took her hand gently and brought it to his lips, kissing the edge of her knuckles and then giving her a flirtatious smile.

Y/N had no choice but to give the young man her full attention with such a gesture.

“Uhhh,” she managed to laugh out.

“Way to be creepy.”

Jason.

Y/N looked over her shoulder to see that Jason had moved close behind her. He must’ve been waiting for this moment, and stayed close to her since they arrived.

“Jason,” Conner greeted with a half nod. “I was just about to tell Y/N here how beautiful I find her.”

Y/N completely ignored him, too busy staring at her father.

Jason made a grossed out noise. “Aren’t you like 12? And you look like you could be her little brother,” Jason teased as made a point to look down at Conner, making his shorter height part of the joke.

“You’ve been saying Im 12 for years now, Jason. Get a new joke.”

“Well, maybe grow the fuck up and then I’ll stop.”

Conner looked Y/N up and down. “And for the record, I don’t have a problem with women being taller than me… or older.”

But she was not at all mentally present. Otherwise she would give Conner a piece of her mind.

Jason was actually surprised she hadn’t already. Even glancing down at his girlfriend, wondering what had her so quiet.

Then he followed Y/N’s gaze and realized she was too preoccupied with watching Bruce and Diana conversing.

Jason growled, “Leer at my girlfriend like that again, and I’ll put a bullet in each of your eyes.”

Jason wasn’t always around Conner, but when he was, he wasn’t very fond of him. Jason thought Conner was cocky and far to into himself. (Why couldn’t he hate himself like the rest of their generation did?) And if Jason were really being honest, he didn’t always like that people sometimes compared the two of them to each other. On the outside, they both looked like angry men who had mommy or daddy issues.

But Jason wasn’t some clone created in a lab by an evil genius. He was born and life struck him down every chance it got since.

Conner scoffed at the threat, “Did you forget I’m Kryptonian. As if your pathetic bullets could do anything to me.”

“Half-Kryptonian,” Jason corrected, and tilted of his head. “But don’t you worry, they’re Kryptonite bullets wrapped in lead. So you wouldn’t see it coming, would you?”

“Jason!” Bruce interrupted. “We do not threaten the Kents with Kryptonite!”

Clark had walked over as well, once he heard Conner and Jason going at it.

“He doesn’t have Kryptonite bullets,” Bruce tried to tell Clark gently, as if it would remedy the situation.

“Yeah, I do,” Jason countered lazily. When Bruce looked at him, Jason just shrugged. “What? Thought you were the only one who could hunt that shit down?”

“Comforting,” Clark hummed sarcastically.

Bruce cleared his throat and stepped to the side to reveal Diana.

Y/N had been subtly eyeing the two of them this whole time.

“Y/N, I believe you’re the only one who has yet to meet Diana,” Bruce told his daughter. “Y/N, this is Diana Prince. Diana, this is my daughter, Y/N.”

Diana immediately stepped forward with a bright smile that lit up the manor. She was tall, just like Y/N. And she didn’t seem to let it stop her from wearing heels, just like Y/N.

Diana offered her hand with warmth and eagerness. “Bruce has told me so much about you, Y/N. It’s so lovely to finally meet you.”

Y/N was speechless.

Why did this woman know so much about her and Y/N had never so much as heard her name before?

“Nice…to meet you,” Y/N finally managed to sputter out awkwardly.

If Diana noticed the lack of enthusiasm returned, she didn’t show it.

“If I didn’t know better,” Diana continued. “I would believe the rumors: she does look like an Amazon,” she glanced back at Bruce as she said it.

That’s when it clicked – why her face felt so familiar to Y/N.

This wasn’t just Diana Prince.

This was Wonder Woman.

Bruce’s eyes seemed to sparkle as he smirked back at Diana.

Oh.

Y/N looked around at everyone else. But no one seemed fazed by Bruce’s behavior towards this woman. Not even Lois, who often felt out of the loop with all of their loved one’s superhero lives – like Y/N.

“If you’ll excuse me,” Y/N mumbled before quickly walking away toward the bar.

She heard Jason on her heels.

“So, is alcohol going to make this worse or better?” Jason asked as he watched his girlfriend pour herself a double of tequila – no ice, no salt, or even lime juice.

“For me? Better.” She threw the shot back. “Don’t really care about everyone else right now.”

Jason wasn’t one to tell her to slow down. In fact, having his girlfriend wasted during this Thanksgiving dinner would just make it that much more entertaining. And he was not one to tell her what to do. He knew better.

“Are you going to join me or not?” Y/N snapped. “After all, you kind of owe it to me since you conveniently never told me that Bruce was in fucking love.”

Oop. There it was.

Jason was smart enough to look guilty and didn’t bother playing dumb. That never worked with Y/N.

So he took the shot of tequila from her and threw it back.

Alfred stepped into the den where everyone had ben congregating.

“Dinner is served,” he said politely, gesturing to the dining room the Waynes only used for special occasions.

Without waiting for him to finish, Y/N stormed past Jason and walked to the dining room with purpose.

“Fuck,” Jason sighed as he rubbed his face. “This should be interesting.”

He walked into the dining room to see that Damian had already sandwiched himself between Y/N and Jon. But the seat on the other side was open. Jason jumped into action when he saw Conner making his way to it.

With a light shove past him, Jason pulled out the chair to the left of Y/N and sat down. “You’re delusional,” he muttered to the superboy.

Conner just rolled his eyes and moved to the other side of the table.

Jon seemed very excited to be in the presence of Wonder Woman. Despite Superman being his literal dad, the boy seemed utterly unimpressed with his father – much to Clark’s disappointment. But once a dork, always a dork.

Jon asked his 10th rapid-fire question, “If Amazons aren’t born, how were they created?”

Diana took all the boy’s question seriously. “The goddesses decided to create a new race made entirely of female warriors from the souls of women who were killed by the hands of violent men.”

Lois finally interrupted her son before he could continue, “Jonathan, why don’t you let Diana relax and eat her food.” She gave Diana an apologetic look for good measure.

Jon took in a shaky breath and looked disappointed, but listened to his mother.

However, Diana seemed unperturbed by the boy’s excitement and appeared more than happy to humor his curiosity.

“Diana should be used to it,” Dick chimed in with a smirk on his lips. “Especially after having to deal with Jason…”

That caught Y/N’s attention.

Jason growled, “Oh, shut it, Dick.”

But Y/N was amused now. “No, please go on…”

Dick sat up straighter at the request, eyes bright with mischief and excitement. “Jason had the biggest crush on Diana when he was a kiddo.”

Jason gave Dick the biggest death glare Y/N had ever seen.

“Whenever Bruce brought him to League meetings, he’d follow her around like a little puppy. He even asked Bruce to take a picture of them when he first met her.”

“I remember that,” Diana commented with a fond smile.

Jason groaned.

“Clearly, he has a type,” Dick pointed out, looking between Diana and Y/N.

“OK. That’s enough,” Jason finally snapped.

Clark and Lois changed the subject, subtly saving Jason from further humiliation.

“Guess I have my Halloween costume for next year…” Y/N muttered into Jason’s ear so only he could hear.

But she didn’t take into account all the people with super hearing.

Jason choked on his turkey a bit, but recovered quickly.

Clark suddenly blushed, proving that he both her the couple and the sexual innuendo that Y/N had implied.

“So, Diana, how long have you known Bruce?” Y/N asked sweetly.

But everyone else at the table – beside Diana, Conner, and Jon –caught how much Y/N was playing it up. Some even shifted in their seats awkwardly.

Bruce eyed the full wine glass in Y/N’s hand, silently acknowledging that he’d noticed her heavy drinking that night.

But Y/N gave Bruce a look, daring him to say something about it.

“Well…” Diana looked at Bruce as if she needed help remembering. “We kept running into each other through…”

“Work,” Bruce finally offered.

Diana smiled. “Yes. Something like that.”

The two of them locked eyes just a little bit too long. And Y/N immediately caught it.

Just as her anger was rising, she felt Jason gently grip her thigh under the table, trying to calm her down and comfort her.

Y/N then asked, “Where do you usually spend Thanksgiving, Diana?”

It was more polite than asking, ‘Why are you here instead of with your own family?’

“Well, we do not exactly celebrate Thanksgiving in Themyscira. But it’s become one of my favorite holidays. Bruce didn’t want me to spend it alone, so he was kind enough to invite me to join all of you.”

With the amount of people at the dinner table, Y/N’s frustrations and pointed interest tin Diana were easily overlooked. With the chaos of so many conversations happening, no one seemed to get stuck on Y/N watching Bruce and Diana.

But Bruce felt Y/N’s energy. Maybe it was fatherly intuition.

The rest of dinner continued without much drama, just a bit of bickering from some of the boys. But that was nothing unusual. Y/N managed to control herself and not start a scene or express her emotions any more than she already accidentally had.

After dinner, Y/N had avoided the rest of the adults, not wanting to be forced to continue observing Bruce and Diana’a obvious relationship.

Instead, she sat playing Uno with Jon, Damian, and Conner.

Meanwhile, Jason was nerding out about literature with Lois.

As they continued playing cards, Damian caught his sister eyeing their father in the other room.

“What’s wrong with you?” Damian finally asked her bluntly.

Y/N snapped her gaze away from the couple. “W-What?”

“You’ve been short with father all night and you’re staring.”

“Do you not like Diana?” Jon asked with an upset frown.

“I like Diana,” Y/N quickly shut down, almost sounding exasperated.

Then her gaze moved to her brother. “None of this is new to any of you. They’ve been like this for awhile.”

It was mean to come out as a question, but Y/N already knew the answer: everyone in their family knew about Bruce falling in love.

Well, everyone except her.

Damian shrugged. “They’ve been…involved for awhile.”

“Awesome,” she answered sarcastically.

“It’s not as if father discussed it with any of us,” Damian tried to defend. “It was just rather obvious.”

“So everyone’s known about this…except me,” Y/N muttered quietly.

But Damian caught the anger in her eyes.

“How long?” She asked.

“What?”

“How long has this been going on?”

Damian shrugged. “I don’t know. Six months? But they’ve always flirted with one another. It’s disgusting.”

The next second, Conner won that round of cards.

“Alright, kiddos,” Y/N sighed as she got up. “I’m out.”

“You’re leaving?” Damian blurted out, catching Jason’s attention.

“Yep.”

Damian quickly stood. “But we haven’t even had pie yet!”

Jason moved to his girlfriend’s side, reading that she needed out. “She doesn’t really like pie, Demond Spawn.”

“Who doesn’t love pie!?” Jon cried out in shock.

Y/N and Jason started saying their goodbyes to everyone, giving warm hugs. And they purposely avoided Bruce and Diana until the end.

Jason immediately saw Y/N’s posture shift. He recognized it all too well. He had been on the receiving end of such coldness a few times before – and mostly he was just relieved not to be this time around.

Y/N forced a polite smile at Diana. “It was nice meeting you, Diana.”

But she didn’t step forward to offer a hug like she had with the rest of them.

Diana didn’t seem to mind. She was smart enough to pick up on the strange tension between Bruce and his daughter.

So she simply answered with, “It was nice meeting you, too.”

Y/N then shifted her gaze to her father. But it wasn’t really a gaze anymore, but a cold and harsh glare. “Thanks for having us,” she told Bruce evenly, no warmth to be found.

Y/N walked away before Bruce even had a chance to answer.

Diana gave him a sympathetic look.

Jason was left alone with the couple now and glared at Bruce. “You couldn’t give her a heads up?”

Bruce said nothing, which only made Jason angrier.

“Today was already tough for her. It’s the first thanksgiving she’s spent without her mom. But you probably didn’t even realize that.” He scoffed, “Typical.”

But his eyes softened when they moved to Diana and Jason gave her a quick hug. “Nice seeing you, Diana.”

Then he was gone, too.

Diana crossed her arms and faced her boyfriend. “I take it you never told Y/N about us.”

Bruce shifted his weight and his head bowed a bit. “No. I did not.”

“Bruce,” Diana sighed, shaking her head in disappointment.

——————

2 Weeks Later...

Y/N was driving Damian back to the manor. The two of them had decided to go see a new exhibit at Gotham’s Museum of Art.

“Are you still mad at father?” Damian asked while they listened to his favorite classical music.

Y/N sighed.

Damian had been distracted enough by all the art and getting to spend time alone with his sister that the tension from Thanksgiving hadn’t been brought up. Until now.

Jason had been treading carefully, as well.

“I didn’t know he hadn’t said anything to you. Honestly. It had just – I don’t know – become the norm for the rest of us, that I didn’t even think to bring it up,” he had insisted during the drive home after the strange Thanksgiving dinner.

Y/N had answered back, “I’m not mad at you, Jason. It’s not your job to give me updates on Bruce’s personal life.” And she had been sincere – furthermore, that extended to everyone else that had known about Bruce and Diana’s relationship.

“A little bit, yeah,” Y/N finally admitted to Damian after thinking about her answer for a few seconds.

“I think Dick may have said something to him,” he told her. “Jason’s just been mean.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. “Yeah, that sounds about right.” When Y/N was upset, Jason was upset. And if he knew the person who hurt her, he would go out of his way to torment them.

They pulled up to the main entrance of the manor.

“Pennyworth told me he has pastries for you and Jason,” Damian explained, clearly have been forced to relay the message.

Y/N sighed, but smiled, putting her car in park and turning off the ignition.

She followed her brother up the steps to the front door, to which he had keys for.

But just as he opened the door, Diana was leaving.

“Oh…hi,” Y/N blurted out while Damian moved around her with a simple, “Hi.”

The two women were left alone in awkward silence.

“I owe you an apology,” Y/N finally said softly. “For being rude to you on Thanksgiving. I was upset but it may have been misdirected.”

Diana gave her a sympathetic look. “No apology needed. After I realized Bruce had not told you about us, I truly believe your reaction was justified.”

Y/N finally relaxed. “Thank you for…understanding.”

Diana stepped a little closer and lowered her voice. “I think he wishes to speak with you.”

She sighed. “I’m sure he does. I have a knack for making him feel bad.”

Diana laughed. “I think you and I have that in common.” She stood up straight again. “It was nice seeing you again, Y/N. I hope we can get to know each other more now.”

Y/N smiled. “I would like that, yeah.”

And with that, she was gone.

Y/N tried to walk quietly to the kitchen. Her plan was to grab Alfred's pastries and get out of there. While she had no beef with Diana, she was still frustrated with Bruce.

The universe clearly had other plans, since Y/N walked into the kitchen to find Bruce eating a late lunch.

“Is there even any pastries?” Y/N asked. "I feel like I’ve been conned.”

Bruce couldn’t help but smirk at his daughter. “Alfred has many talents. I wouldn’t put it past him.” Then he got up and handed her a glass container with her and Jason’s name on it.

“Thanks,” she mumbled.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you,” Bruce continued.

Y/N sighed. “Yeah, I could tell by all the phone calls and texts.”

“And the reason for not answering those?”

She narrowed her eyes. “I was mad at you and being petty.”

“And are you still mad at me?”

“Yeah, actually.”

Bruce took in a deep breath. “I should have told you about Diana.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Y/N spat back.

“I wasn’t thinking.”

That was the wrong thing for him to say.

“See, now that’s bullshit, Bruce.”

He seemed taken aback by her response.

Y/N crossed her arms in defiance. “Because you’re always thinking. You’ve always got a plan. And you don’t do anything without intention. So you were thinking.”

“You’re right,” Bruce confessed.

“I know I’m right,” she shot back. “Do you have any idea how it made me feel to see that everyone knew about you and her, except me?”

Bruce stayed quiet. Because he didn’t know.

“I’m not a vigilante, Bruce! You and Jason have kept me away from that part of all your lives – and I’ve respected that. But Batman is so much of you, despite all of us trying to prevent that.”

Y/N ran a hand through her hair. “I’m not mad that you’re dating Diana, Bruce. I’m mad that it’s one of the few things about your life that you can share with me and you decided you didn’t need to – or want to – honestly, I don’t even know anymore.”

“You’re right, Y/N. And I’m sorry,” Bruce finally said. “If I’m being honest, I probably wouldn’t have said anything to the boys either. Clearly they figured it out since they saw it happening in real time. But that’s not an excuse for blindsiding you like I did.”

Y/N took in a deep breath, trying to figure out if she should ream him further or let it go.

“Jason told me you were already upset before coming to Thanksgiving.” Bruce’s voice was gently. “Missing your mom.”

That took Y/N by surprise. “Umm…Yeah. I always miss her…but the holidays are…rougher than I expected, I guess.”

“Y/N… you know, you can talk to me about her. I might not have seen her in quite some time before she passed. But I still knew and cared for your mother.”

Y/N knew Bruce was right. He was one of the few people in her life who knew her mother. And maybe it would be nice to remember her with someone who also knows just how amazing she was.

Y/N was getting emotional as she thought about it, so she just nodded to his offer. And then she realized that wasn’t enough and pushed forward to give her father a hug.

“Think Jason will ease up on the animosity now?” Bruce asked as he hugged her, causing Y/N to laugh.

She could only imagine the rude comments and sass Jason had been giving Bruce during patrols.

She pulled away with a smile. “I honestly don’t know. He gets a kick out of it. And you know how overprotective he is with me. But I’ll do what I can.”

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Please let me write me a book report. I need it.

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Coffee and Poetry 3/3 SLIGHT NSFW(Yan!JotaroxBlack!Femreader)

So, TW cause shit will hit the fan but I'm not getting graphic. The yandere you've been waiting for is finally here!

PART 1

PART 2

This chapter is inspired by this song: https://youtu.be/OeJ9Nvzp8VY

I hope you all enjoyed this story cause I enjoyed writing it. I do have ideas for a future story, I just need to get it all together.

“Please be careful. I mean he is cute but you barely know him to be going over his house alone.” Rose warns from the living room. I gather my supplies in my room and check my phone for any new messages. Since I’m just going over to his house, I just put on a generic graphic t-shirt and acid-washed jean shorts.

“Don’t worry, If anything pops off, I’ll call you.” I shout back while putting my hair in an afro puff. I slip on my sneakers and head into the living room for my jean jacket.

“Call the police first, then call me. Can’t have my best friend go missing over some dick.” She said with a soft chuckle. Despite her joking demeanor, she's obviously worried. Rose was never good at hiding her true feelings.

“I promise, I’ll be ok. I can hold my own.” I attempt to reassure her, obviously not working well. I then hear my notifications going off.

Jotaro

I’m here, hurry up.

I put my phone back in my pocket and head out the door with my keys in hand.

“I’m gone!” I announce before closing the door behind me. I rush down the stairs to see him leaning back against his midnight black Rolls Royce with obviously tinted windows. His eyes once again burned into me. Intense, yet extremely hypnotizing. It felt like a century of him looking into my soul when I hear a ‘yare yare daze..’

“Ready to go?” He questioned bluntly. I shyly nod and scurry to the passenger seat. Due to the windows being tinted, there's little to no natural lighting inside. He immediately gets on the driver’s side and speeds off. I can't find any words to say, so I look down in silence. I fiddle with my thumbs while he is his usual stoic self. I attempt to look out the window to find out we aren’t even in the same area. I can't even tell what buildings we passed, especially with the windows tinted. How the hell can he drive?

“You don’t live on campus?”

“No, my place is an hour from there. Staying on campus would only make those bitches even crazier.” He deadpanned, keeping his eyes on the road. I feel myself sink into my seat, not knowing what else to say. I suddenly feel a calloused hand brush up my thigh and I quickly look down at the hand, shocked at the sudden feeling. I feel the hand slowly move up and down my thigh, sending involuntary pleasant shivers up my spine.

“You know, I liked what you wore last week. It was quite fitting…” He muttered. This should be my sign to jump out of the car and bolt it, but I can’t bring myself to move. This foreign feeling has me completely paralyzed under his touch. Jotaro then softly chuckles to himself. Well, that’s new.

“Have you always been this shy?”

“Umm, I wouldn’t say shy. I just have a hard time figuring out the words to say sometimes.” I whispered, still looking down on my lap. His hand then firmly squeezes my thigh, making my cheeks hotter than a Florida summer.

“Cute.” He remarked with a small smirk on his face. My mouth begins to feel dry, my brain scrambles to find any action to take. We then pull up to a modest but expensive penthouse. I let down the window to take a better look and holy shit! Who did he have to kill to afford this?

“How can you afford this?” I inquired, still flabbergasted.

“Wealthy family.” He states bluntly then casually gets out of the car. I follow him to the front door and wait patiently for him to unlock the door. The door slowly opens to a minimalist setting, which isn’t surprising. Jotaro doesn’t seem to care about decorating much. He motions me to follow him and I walk meekly behind him to the living room. The room is unsurprisingly simple except for the huge gray couch in the middle, it has your standard tv, fireplace, glass coffee table, and bookshelf.

“You can get everything together, I’ll be in the kitchen for a little bit.”Jotaro said, interrupting my thoughts. Before I can respond, he has already gone to the kitchen. I open my bag to place everything we need on the table. Drafts, layouts, and different ideas we wrote down. The natural lighting that comes into the house from the large windows is most definitely refreshing compared to the car ride here. I read over the different ideas we jotted down that can possibly be added as well. I remember him saying we could add a romantic subplot over the phone but I felt that was cliche. I wouldn’t mind being in a romantic scene with him, but I don’t want the plot to be too predictable. My time looking over the papers is soon interrupted by the sound of a mug being placed in front of me. I set the papers to the side to inspect the drink placed on the table. A sea salt caramel latte? I look at him with pure confusion and he still has that same stoic face with a cup of coffee of his own.

“I see you order this stuff all the time and we’re gonna need the caffeine for this.” He pointed out before sitting next to me, almost too close for comfort. I take slow sips of the latte and it’s not bad! I didn’t know he could make coffee so well, why would he go to the cafe regularly?

“It’s really good, thank you.” I say while taking more sips. He simply nods and grabs the papers beside me.

“I know you didn’t like the idea of romance in the play but I thought it would be interesting, we could mix the two like how they do horror and comedy.” He demonstrated while I'm halfway through my drink.

“That’s not a bad idea, we’ll just have to write it in a way that doesn’t seem too corny.” I said and he simply nods in agreement. We start to finish the layout of the script, adding the romantic elements little by little. It's not as bad as I assumed before, we're actually making progress. I’m actually considering acting it out, just to boost my GPA. I start to look over the first half of act one when the words become unusually blurry. The lightheadedness hits me fast and I attempt to get up to get water. My legs become jelly, making walking almost impossible. I then feel a pair of large hands firmly grip the sides of my arms.

“Are you ok?” He asked with an ingenuine tone of concern. What the fuck did he do to me? I still attempt to head towards the kitchen. All I could do was stumble and fall into Jotaro’s arms.

“What’s going on?” I slurred.

“ Shhh you’re fine, just get back on the couch.” He whispers in my ear. I feel my body get heavier and I can barely hold my weight anymore.

“This isn’t funny, I don’t feel good..” I slurred before everything turns completely black.

‘I was waiting all my life to know you

All about you

And now I'm staring in your eyes, ocean blue

I'm all about you’

‘Wouldn't it be good if we could be together?’

‘It should be easy when two people love each other truly

Everybody's talkin'

Wouldn't it be good if they would understand us?’

‘Take me away

Take me far away from here

I will run with you

Don't be afraid

Navigate and I will steer into the sun

We will run’

My eyes start to slowly open. I hear a familiar song being played softly while the fireplace crackles in the background. I’m so tired and so oddly warm. I slowly look around to see where I am despite my dazed condition, I can tell I'm still in the living room. Only this time, it’s a lot darker than earlier. The windows are covered completely, making sure no light can come in nor anyone can look in. But where’s Jotaro? Wait...I feel around to notice that I’m literally laying on his chest right now. His arms wrapped firmly around my waist, no wonder I’m so warm. The song still plays, I most definitely know this song from somewhere. I suddenly feel his arms move.

“Yare yare, I wish we could’ve stayed like this a while longer. It can’t be helped, you’d have to wake up sooner or later.” He mutters into my ear. I feel an intense shiver run down my spine and before my reflexes can save me, he already has me pinned down.

“What the fu-” I attempt to shout before he puts his hand over my mouth.

“I remember this song. When you sang it in the high school talent show. Your voice was so captivating, sweet like honey...I couldn’t get enough.” He continued to whisper in my ear. No wonder this song was so familiar, but he went to my school??? This is escalating too quickly for my liking. He starts lightly stroking my face with his other hand.

“You never noticed me, but I definitely noticed you. I was a couple of grades above you, but I made sure to see you when I could. I could never stay away, even with those fuckers you dated. They didn’t deserve an angel like you, someone so precious. Those girls that chase me are insignificant compared to you. When you teased me last week, those beautiful hips, your soft breasts, and that plump ass begging to be grabbed. I knew I had to take you, make you mine. All I want is you. All I’ve ever wanted was you .” He rants then he slowly removes his hand from my mouth. I can’t find the words, h-he’s insane!

“Please, let me go. I won’t tell anyone, I wanna go home.” I croaked. I’m completely frozen under him. I know I can’t fight him off and my phone is nowhere in sight. His eyes darken as he lifts my chin and places a soft, but forced kiss on my lips.

“I can’t do that, baby girl. I’ve been a patient man, I won’t let you get away this time. Why would you wanna go back there? You can stay here and I’ll take care of you. God, you have no idea how intoxicating you are.” He purrs while breathing in my scent. Shit… tears start streaming down my face knowing the severity of the situation. I should’ve jumped out of that car when I had the chance. I’m so fucking stupid! He then places another kiss on my lips, this time forcing his tongue in my mouth. I recoil at the force as the tears continue to run down my face.

“Jotaro-”

“Look, this is for the best. You don’t understand now, but you will. Let daddy ease your mind.” He says as he scans my body with hungry eyes. He starts tracing his hands on my body to feel every curve he could. One hand firmly grips my hip while the other one slides under my shirt. My body won’t let me move, my brain can’t process this. I need to escape before it gets even worse. I attempt to push him off of me, but I’m still too weak to move him. Whatever he put in my drink, has me almost limp.

“No, I don’t…” I slur before he picks me up bridal style.

“I’ll take you to bed, it’s quieter and more comfortable in our room.” He says as he carries me down a dark hallway.

Why me?

I wanna go home

I don’t want this

I must call the police

Rose

Somebody!

He’s never gonna let me leave

He’s never gonna let me leave

Millions of thoughts run through my mind as he lays me down on his king-sized bed and my heart almost jumps out of my chest as I see him slowly take off his clothes.

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What The... Chapter Five

~Chapter Four~

A/N: I didn’t feel like adding gifs again because you can only fit 10 on a post and there’s so much I want to picture so I think I’m just gonna go with no gifs for the future chapters. Also, I have sneaked in a reference to a show, can you spot it? 

Over the course of the next few weeks, Sage spent her recreational time either talking with Cleo or Dick through the fence. Additionally over time, the Witwicky woman had come to learn that Dick didn't have a lot of...there, there. He was undeniably cute but, he was a dumbass. Conversations with him were always chaotic and entertaining. As time went on, she learned a lot about her new friends but, carefully shared information about herself as she didn't want to reveal too much about her life.

There had been a whisper going around about something called The Suicide Squad that peaked Sage's interest and she decided to ask the blond about it, to see what he knew. She was in the middle of reading The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls when she was collected for recreational time. Once she was freed from her restraints, she immediately made her way over to the chain link fence. Her Turquoise blue eyes scanned the yard on the other side for any sign of Dick but, she didn't see him out yet. So she sat down and waited for him, drifting into her memories as she did so.

The drive to the Witwicky household was quiet, except for the soft music Jazz was playing through his radio. It sounded like it was hip-hop music, but he turned it down really low. Sage stared out the window while the bot drove.

"So, you're Sam's sister?" Jazz broke the silence first.

"I am. I'm older than him by three years." She replies.

"So, what do you do now?"

"Well, I take my college courses online and help my parents around the house. And sometimes I helped Sam with his homework."

Before Jazz could say anything else, he ran over a pothole that was big enough to jostle Sage just enough for her to groan in pain.

"Apologies, I didn't see that. Maybe you should've ridden with Ratchet instead." He tells her.

Sage reached out to put her right hand on his dashboard, "No worries, Jazz. I'm alright."

"You should have Ratchet properly look you over when we get to yours and Sam's place. I could even tell that Optimus was worried about you."

"Sure thing. Once we get there, I'll let Ratchet examine me."

Jazz seems to be content as he falls quiet once more. Sage returns to looking out the window, holding her left arm to her chest.

"Hey," a voice cut through Sage's memories.

She blinked a few times before looking towards the fence, realizing that it was Dick who had broken her out of her thoughts.

"Hey, were you standing there long?" she wonders.

"Nah, just made my way over here. What were you thinking about?" he questions.

She sighs, "Another life."

"I get that. Being in here really starts to take its toll on your pysche."

Sage gets up from the ground and moves closer to Dick, grasping onto the chain link as she stood in front of him.

"So, I have a question for you."

"Fire away, sweetness."

She shakes her head at the nickname, cheeks flushing out of her control.

"Umm...so what is this "Suicide Squad" that I've heard about?" she inquires.

"Oh, that." He sounded a little dejected but, she didn't know why.

"Well, the official name is Task Force-X. Basically, it's a team picked out by Waller that get sent on a super dangerous mission, ergo Suicide Squad. If you survive the mission, you get ten years off your sentence." he explains.

"Wow, that's crazy." She comments.

"The even crazier part? They put a micro-bomb into your neck at the base of your skull as insurance." He adds.

"What the fuck? That's insane. This Waller person sounds like a complete sociopath, if not a psychopath."

Dick tilted his head just a little bit, "You don't know who Amanda Waller is?"

"I briefly met her when I was first brought in but, that was it." she tells him.

He nodded along to what she said and fell silent which was unnatural for him. Sage observes him, trying to figure out what was running through his mind that made him fall quiet.

"Dick, what's wrong?" She asks in concern.

The bleach blond searched for the words he wanted to say, opening his mouth to say them aloud before closing his mouth, remaining silent. Sage reached out and held his hand as best as she could through the chain link.

"What's going through that head of yours? You know you can talk to me about anything." She assures him.

Dick looks at their hands, their fingers touching through the gaps in the fence before looking back into her stunning Turquoise blue eyes. He considers his words for a moment, not wanting to seem like an even bigger dumbass than he already was. Over the past few weeks, as he slowly got to know Sage (as much as she was willing to share about herself) he had started to fall head over heels for the brunette. It wasn't hard to do as she was the only one who really showed him compassion even though he was an idiot.

"You know, you're my only friend in here." he finally breaks the silence that had fallen over the two of them.

"That can't be true." Sage tells him.

He shakes his head, "It is. You're the only one who can really put up with my dumbass."

He then looks at her, straight in the face. "I really like you, Sage. You're really nice, caring, compassionate, and not to mention very pretty. I know that I'm an idiot and that you're way out of my league, and that we're also in a super max prison with no way out but, I'm hoping you'll give me a chance." he admits.

Sage stares at him for a moment, taking in his words then smiled softly. However, before she could say anything in response, a guard approached the two of them on her side of the fence.

"Prisoner 4587, come with me. It's time for your wellness check." he tells her.

She turns to look at the guard and gives him a nod before looking back at the blond.

"We'll continue this conversation later." she slowly pulls her hand away from his and follows the guard back into the woman's side of Belle Reve.

The brunette was escorted to the medical wing, got told to sit on the examination table then to wait patiently until the doctor arrived. All the same, a guard would be on post outside the door so she shouldn't try to escape. Sage did as she was told and waited on the doctor, looking around the room for a moment before getting pulled into her memories.

While Sam searched his room for his bag, Mikaela and Sage remained outside to keep an eye on the Autobots. Said Autobots had transformed into their bipedal forms and were walking around. Sam poked his head out his window to tell them to stay off the grass and Sage saw that the Autobot leader was about to step on their mother's fountain.

"Optimus, watch out for-"

Too late. He stepped on the garden decor and broke it.

"Oops. Sorry, my bad." Optimus apologized.

Sage sighs at the damage.

"I told you to stay! For just five minutes! Is that so hard?!" Sam shouts as he comes out of the house.

Mikaela walked up beside Sage just as Sam made his way over to them.

"I told you guys to watch them!" he exclaims.

"They're giant robots. What did you expect us to do?!" Sage became annoyed with her brother.

"Yeah, and they seem to be in kind of a rush," Mikaela adds.

The three of them then heard barking and turned to see Mojo, Sam's dog, by Ironhide's ped.

"Wait, Mojo don't-" Sage started.

The chihuahua lifted his hind left leg and peed on Ironhide's ped, and said robot shook his foot to try to get it off.

"No, Mojo! Off the robot!" Sam darted over to his dog.

Ironhide slightly kicked the dog to get it away.

"Easy Ironhide," Sage repeated Optimus' words from earlier.

Sam quickly picked up his dog and stepped back just as Ironhide turned one of his servos into a cannon.

"This is Mojo, okay. He's a pet, that's all." Sam tells him.

"You have a rodent infestation." Ironhide informs him.

"Rodent infestation?"

"Shall I terminate?"

"No, don't!" Sage denied.

"What, no! He's not a rodent. This is a Chihuahua! It's my Chihuahua. We love Chihuahuas don't we?" Sam attempts to deescalate the situation.

"He's leaked lubricant all over my foot." Ironhide tells him.

Sage and Mikaela try not to laugh at the situation.

"He peed on you? Bad Mojo. Bad dog!" Sam scolds his pet.

"Bad Mojo." Ironhide says, putting his cannon away.

"I'm sorry. He has a real male dominance thing. That's all it is." Sam stated.

"My foot's gonna rust," Ironhide complained before walking away, making Sage actually giggle this time.

Sam made his way back to the house and shushed the Autobots.

"Just shut up and hide," he tells them.

"Just hurry," Optimus tells him.

"And you! Keep a better eye on them this time." Sam points to his sister before walking inside.

Sage rolled her eyes at her brother, even if he couldn't see her doing it. If they weren't in a rush, she would've hit him for his attitude towards her.

"Autobots, recon." Optimus commanded.

Someone gently tapped on Sage's left shoulder then and she turned around to see it was Ratchet.

"Jazz and Optimus are both concerned for you and would like for me to take a look at you." He tells her.

"Oh. Sure thing. Lead the way." She follows him over to another part of the yard.

The brunette takes a seat on the bench in the yard and Ratchet scanned her with the same laser he had used on Bumblebee. Now she understood the yellow bot's giggle, the laser tickled. Once his scan was complete, the laser turned off.

"Your leg, arm and the gash on your forehead will need time to heal but, are otherwise fine." He tells her.

He then reached into his chassis and pulled out an ointment tube, a wrap of bandage and a tube of something else.

"Apply this ointment to your wounds and then wrap the bandage around it a couple of times. This is liquid bandage for your forehead," Ratchet hands over the items.

Sage takes them from him, "Thanks Ratchet. I appreciate it."

He gives her a nod before walking off to join in the recon. Mikaela approaches Sage just as Ratchet left.

"Here, let me help you." She says.

The Witwicky girl handed over the materials to the other girl and watched her work.

"Prisoner 4587?"

Sage blinked a few times and looked at the person in front of her. It was a middle-aged woman with red hair and green eyes.

"You can call me Matrix," she tells the woman.

"I'm Dr. Bailey, I'll be doing your wellness check today." The woman said in reply.

Sage sat still as the doc began her examination. Dr. Bailey started with listening to her heartbeat and breathing before moving onto checking the brunette's blood pressure. As the doctor continued on with the examination, Sage took the time to think over Dick's words. She hoped the two of them could continue the conversation sooner rather than later.

"What's this?" Dr. Bailey questioned, looking at Sage's right wrist.

The brunette looks down at her wrist, looking at the fragment of Allspark that was under her skin. It had become a part of her now.

"It's a tattoo." she lies easily.

Dr. Bailey examines the so-called tattoo, taking in its details before letting go of Sage's wrist.

"Okay, your wellness check is done. I'll let the guard know so he can escort you back to your cell." she says.

The brunette nods her head and waits for her escort. The guard came in and Sage got down from the examination table and followed him out, through the woman's wing of Belle Reve and to the metahuman wing. She entered her cell once the guard unlocked and opened the door then closed the cell door behind her.

(Next) 

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[lovee-infected]

hello! may i please request NSFW headcanons of Lilia, Rook, Chenya (if you write for him), and Floyd dating a f!mc who is a brat in bed? thank you! (ps, i love your work so much, you deserve more attention and love!!!💖💖💖💖💖)

Feeling spicy tonight, aren't we?~

Warning(s): Nsfw, Bdsm, Orgasm denial, Dirty talk, Cum play

Spice will remain undercut!

He loves to have you explore his body. You little koebi sure are pretty curious, aren't you? He's a brat all the time nonetheless of how you're going to play, but watching your enthusiasm to challenge him and his big dick energy in bed makes him wants to take a step back and watch how far you may go.

He can pin you down within a second but if you wanna top, go on. It's your chance to show him how entertaining you can be, though it won't last all night. He'd just lend your body for you to play until you no longer can. But in case that you'd prefer to have him top you instead he won't be as kind.

Floyd has literally got no mercy when he tops, and having you continuing to tease him although you're well aware of what his immense thirst can do to you can only have one meaning: You want more. You look so cute when you get nasty in bed, so adorable. He loves in so much when you, his naughty baby, squirm under his rough touch like a tiny fish begging for water.

You won't need to tell him to go any harder or faster, he already knows how to turn the bed into a jungle. All he needs is you going along with his rough pace and driving him even crazier than usual.

Be careful not to go too far though, he's got his own limits. You're free to do whatever you want as long as he hasn't reached his orgasm but note that if you keep on teasing him afterwards even Floyd can be bothered. Better slow down with a slower pace or softer actions like kisses on tip of his cock or softly licking him so he can enjoy his orgasm.

Instead of getting to the point of causing him too much pain or making him ask you to stop, try teasing him. If he ejaculates in your mouth, instead of immediately swallowing it, keep it in your mouth and play with it. He'd surely be turned on even more if you go kinkier, you can open your mouth and use your fingers to play with his warm, sticky load. Making satisfying sounds or just gently humming "Mmmmm" as if you're so hungry for him to feed you his seed is another way of making it more erotic for both of you.

Go as kinky as you want to, but don't be fascinated if he decides to punish you when you're done. He'll force you to wear your underwear without cleaning after sex so you'll have to keep his seed on all the time. No need to mention that he'd probably leave a mess of markings and bites on you especially on places that are hard to hide, even your cheek.

You may be a brat in bed but remember that Floyd would continue to be a brat even after you're done, so when you're playing around in bed, better be prepared for the consequences coming after wards.

You know what they say: “Treat her like a Queen, fuck her like a whore.” Doesn't matter how much of a gentleman Rook is in the daylight, when the night comes, he's just the animal and you're the pray, watch him eat you.

Not that Rook is always one to go that wild during sex since he's still pretty considering toward his darling's emotions and limitations; he doesn't want to be the one enjoying your lovely time after all. He is more into love making than just having sex for fun, but he'd prefer it with more, well, excitement.

Why of course he doesn't mind you being a brat at all since it's nothing different from receiving your permission to go wild. Wanna play? Let's play.

You may end up being the one topping him at first because he is probably... intrigued. He likes to see whether your actions are as tough as your words when you ride him or not. Remember: He's got the stamina. He'll patiently wait until you can't take it anymore then pin you back and have his own turn. See how the tables are turned-? He can go for long, tiring rounds all night leaving you both in a mess of sweat and each other's juices as you'd still have to take in his huge cock.

When he tops, there's no stop until he makes you scream. He'd love to see how you'd go from a insubordinate brat to a helpless bottom hoe begging for mercy. So pittyful and needy, isn't that just beautiful?

Though he's quite the opposite as a bottom. He can see your growing excitement and nasty thoughts through your eyes so he doesn't mind giving you the chance to take advantage of him. He'll give his body to you with pleasure so you can play with him as you wish.

Other than getting to have his perfectly masculine body and sexy abs, remember etter that that soft, thicc and squishy butt of this man is an absolute treasure on its own so you better not lose the chance of getting to eat mister Hunt. You can get him to lie on his chest while still on knees so he is pushing his ass into the air, giving you the best advantage to have your meal.

You can do whatever you'd like to then, show how much you can do with that mouth of yours. Even give him a rim job in case you're into it. Use lots of saliva to make more enjoyable as you kiss or lick, he'd absolutely love it. Best part would be... biting. That squishy flesh of ass of his is softer than you'd ever imagine so better take the chance to eat him. In contrast to many men Rook doesn't mind you leaving some of those savage markings on his ass and you'd even get to hear him letting out some deep, sensual moans to the pillow when you're having his butt. It'd surely drown him in pleasure.

Got a kink you wanna try? Go on and throw it at him. He doesn't mind trying new things on you but often decides to let you be the one choosing them. Mostly because of the high possibility of his choices being too much for you, he doesn't want it to be that merciless. Be careful not to give him too much power though, try not to bring in any dangerous kinks otherwise it cannot be guaranteed if Rook can hold himself back or not.

Beware, Rook is a gentleman who knows when not to be gentle...

Oh lord, is he being underestimated? No matter how much of a brat you are, when Vanrouge's in the mood it's far beyond your limits to have a chance against a this pink gremlin in bed.

Better be into bdsm: Chains? Whips? Collars? Gags? Ropes? Butt plugs? Bring it on baby!

He actually does already keep quite a few of bdsm toys and matetials in his room, somewhere no one else can find but him of course. He allows you to choose your favorite color what he's going to use on you and when it's the time, he allows you to choose them for him.

Tie him up and make him your bottom slave, he doesn't mind at all~ People are quite predictable and uninteresting these days so, he likes to see how you may surprise him. Go nasty, go feral, go wild. Make him seriously cum after all these years with his uncool sleeping mates.

He may not seem to but he's quite hard to satisfy, especially as a bottom. Doesn't matter how much he's enjoying himself between your legs, it isn't going to hold him back from trying to piss you off.

"My my, Is that all you've got...? And I thought you were going to bring me some fun..."

He has a thing for humiliating you and watch how far you can go to prove him wrong. Top brat x bottom rat= Ultimate freaky cycle.

Regardless of how much of a bottom he can be, better be prepared for the times he tops. Both of you are freaks in bed but there's a difference: He's got the power. He'll definitely make you cry even if he has to use another of those orgasm spells on you.

As a top he'd want total dominance over his darling but he sure does want it to be hard to achieve. He wants to have to push you back in bed. Tease him so he can tease you even more, that's how it works.

Is into into inflicting pain through both physical side( Biting, chewing, nailing) and the erotic side. Leaving Markings behind and bloodplay may be his simplest kinks but he's also got a thing for playing with your body and mind.

Misbehave and you'd be punished; he can easily dig his long fingers inside you and have his long nail mercilessly crumb your walls before pulling out right as you're about to cum, leaving you in a painful mess inside your stomach wanting to cum so badly.

He's such a freak ass for edging, he'd get you to the brink of orgasm then backs off. He'd repeat this over and over as long as he likes to play before giving you an explosive orgasm. To bring you even more pain, he'd come up with one of his secret orgasmic spells to make you even needier that'll make you cry in pain. Ah yes, he is being a bitch and he doesn't mind at all. You would often end up screaming as you beg Lilia to let you cum, as if he's going to give in this easily. He's going to make sure that you'd learn your lesson.

"N-gah sugar. You gotta be punished for your veeeerrry poor manners tonight. My pet must learn to behave,"

Were you looking for that one pink neko who also happens to be a bottom bitch? Here he is! So get on top of him and kitty-play with him all night because it's all both you and him are asking for.

He isn't even going to fight back, things are much easier and better when someone else is in charge of the game, he can just lay back and enjoy the show. You have no idea how much fun you bring him everytime you pin him to the bed and tell him what a fuckable furry he is.

Chenya as well has got a little bratty side in him which can also be seen in bed; but it usually won't go any further than either make specific parts of his body invisible right at the moment you aren't expecting him to (Especially when you're giving him a hand job / blow job and suddenly his cock fades away-) or giving you nicknames. He isn't really into cursing or calling his partner names in bed but sure does have a thing for them having nicknames; especially those that radiate top energy. He'd actually come up with lots of fancy nicknames for you: Poison cookie, Marsh Mallow, Juicy lips, Majesty, Mama, Sexy witch,...

He's lowkey into bdsm as well so go get him some pink collars and gags, maybe some ropes tie him to bed as well- Note that he really enjoys getting o your nerves and having you punish him after wards. The harder, the better.

Chenya is more than ready to be your pet in bed so don't be surprised when he calls you mama; he's your pink naughty bitch so go on and would love it if you punish him for being such a nasty kitten.

He literally wants you to treat him like your bitch so the brattier you get, the more he'll love it. One of his favorites would be when yo give him one of those wild rides as you savagely pull the chain connecting to the tight collar you've put around his neck, lowkey choking him everytime you pull it up.

He loves watching you play with his cock, even thinking about that seductive sight between his legs as you take his length in makes him want to cum.

As he leaves most of the play-thing and decisions to his darling you won't get to see him doing much more than breathlessly smirking through his moans and dirty talking, telling you to either discipline him like a slut or keep him tied up forever and use him as your personal sex toy.

In case that you want to use him even more, know that he's an absolutely cute one to be pegged, his ass is more than ready for you to make him cry.

Feel free to sit oon his face cause he'd gladly command your order. While being a bottom hoe, he still knows how to put that mouth of his into use to satisfy his owner. his long togue would sharpy dance through your clit making you all wet in your magical juice like heck, he's really got something speak in that filthy tongue that'll make you want to force him to eat you out over and over.

He'd be recklessly laughing through his moans as if he's mistaken having sex with a free visit to the circus. He sometimes rambles nonsense as well; asking you unrelated questions using fancy nicknames he has given you. He mainly means to get on your nerves through it so you'd go even wilder.

See he loves having you punish him, bad kitties need a lesson.

[prideymcprideface]

This Can’t be Happening (Levi x F!MC)

Warnings: NSFW!, Strong language

Word Count: 1363

I glance at the time on my laptop, 2:34 am. Ugh. I slam it closed, the screen never changing from the home screen of the game I was playing. Everything I had done to distract myself was failing. I couldn’t keep my mind from wandering. The kiss (M/C) and I shared a couple of days ago was haunting me. No matter where I go, what I do, it’s always playing at the back of my head. 

I plop myself onto my floor, laying down to gaze up at Henry 2.0, “I wish I was like you. You wouldn’t be afraid of her, would you? You’d march right into her room and tell her how you felt.... show her even.” Henry waves his little fins in understanding. I smile to myself.

What am I so scared of? Rejection? No, (M/C) has been clear in her feelings for me. So why can’t I just be straight forward with her? Tell her I love her. Levi. Just do it. You can’t keep stressing like this! 

I run a hand through my hair. My thoughts are racing, still, all revolving around (M/C). Fuck it. Just try, you dumbass.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I stalk towards the door, heart pounding. If I don’t tell her now, I never will.

*Knock Knock* Even my knock sounds unsure. I turn from the door, now that I was moments away from seeing (M/C), I wasn’t sure I could do it. 

“Levi? You okay?” (M/C)’s voice stops me dead in my tracks. I gulp and turn to look at her. I can’t meet her eyes.

“Ha.. yeah, I was gonna see if you wanted to hang out,” I nervously scratch the back of my neck, “But it’s late so I decided to just... leave. Sorry, I shouldn’t have bothered.” 

Her eyes narrow, she obviously doesn’t believe me. “So, you ding dong ditched me? Kinda rude.” She joked.

“I ding dong what now?” (M/C) laughs at my confusion. 

“Just come in here, Levi. I was about to come see if you were down to watch a movie, anyway.”

“Really?!” Dude, chill it’s a movie, my smile falters “I mean, you were?” I say this time with noticeably less enthusiasm.

“Yes,” She rolls her eyes and grabs me by my arm, pulling me into her room, closing the door behind us. “I was thinkin’ about you, and thought ‘hey maybe we could cuddle and watch somethin’!’ And here you are, like you read my mind or something.”

“Yeah I was thinking about you, too.” My face flushes, 10x more than it should have at such a simple confession. But once I glance to (M/C) and find her smiling so brightly, my bravery is fueled. “Ever since we kissed, I can’t really think of anything else.... but you.”

“It was quite a kiss, wasn’t it?” She scoots closer to me, placing her arms around my neck. The human playfully twirls a strand of hair between her fingers. “Very. Memorable?”

“Mmm, very.” I’m caught up in her presence. The way she’s tilting her head while studying my face, the gentle caress of her fingers through my hair, the way a small smile is seemingly always on her lips. Everything pulls me in.

“I love you, Levi.”

That didn’t just happen. No way. No way! Someone like her would NEVER say something like that to me... a demon. Nope. 

“Levi?” (M/C) Is holding my face, inches from her own. “Levi! Hello, earth to Levi!”

I blink, once, twice, “Holy shit you really said that..... I- I thought I imagined it, oh my heck.”

“Do you not-” 

“Yes! No! Yes!” What are you saying, Levi?! “I love you! So much. Too. I love you, too!” 

I would’ve have spent the next 5 years drowning in self-pity if (M/C) hadn’t pulled me in - drowning me in her scent, instead. 

She loves me. Ha. She really loves me.

I pull back from her hug, only to smash my lips into hers. I scoop her into my lap, leaning back onto her bed. My every sense is focused in on her, and I can’t get enough.

We separate to catch our breaths, our hands still gliding over each other, exploring.

“I’m bad with words,” 

“Levi, that’s okay,” (M/C) tries to comfort me.

“No it’s not, but let me make it up to you,” I bring her ear down to me, so I can whisper, “Let me show you how I feel.” I can hear her breathe hitch in response to my words. She only nods.

Once again my lips are on hers, more intense this time. Devouring her, exploring her more than I ever have before. Our bodies move together perfectly. When I grind up into her, she’s pushing down onto me. Our rhythmic movements get me harder and harder, until I’m straining uncomfortably against her.

In one swift movement, I trap her underneath me. She still manages to rub against my clothed dick, driving me crazier with each movement. 

“You did this to me,” I lay down on top of her, roughly pressing myself into her abdomen. “I want you so badly, (M/C). Can I have you?”

“I don’t know, Levi, can you?” She looks at me through her lashes, a teasing smile on her lips. 

“Please.”

“Of course you can, Levi.” She rolls her hips into mine drawing out a small groan from me. “You can have me however you like.” Fuck.

Without another word, her large pajama shirt is discarded across the room. I eagerly tongue my way across her exposed chest, her scent causing me to lose myself in her. I suck across her collar bones, I nibble and lick her nipples, I leave mark after mark up and down her stomach. She’s wriggling underneath me, and I love it.

She palms against my erection, reminding me I’m still confined by my pants.  I raise myself from her for just as long as it takes me to rid myself of my clothing, then, I’m right back on her. It’s her turn now to wiggle out of the silky pair of panties she has on. The whole time, she pumps my dick in one small hand, teasing my tip with her thumb. 

I feel her line me up with her entrance, my cock twitches in anticipation. She notices and a small hum shows her appreciation for my readiness. 

“Ready?” Her smirk is back. But before she can get the satisfaction of once again teasing me, I thrust into her. A load moan escapes her, her head falls back onto the pillow. With every drive into her, an equally satisfying sound meets my ears.

(M/C) can barely speak, aside from various moans and my name. And all I can do is watch as her cunt practically sucks me in, I go faster and faster, chasing my release, my thumb rubs circles on her clit. I can feel (M/C) tense, her breathing picks up, cueing me in that she’s just as close as I am.

“Cum with me, (M/C).” I speed up, and unapologetically slam into her bringing us both to our breaking points. “Fuck!” My thrusts falter as I spill my seed into her. Her nails dig into my arms as her walls pulse around me, the extra stimulation has me seeing stars. We come down, both panting and heads spinning. I collapse next to her, pulling her small frame against me. Her hair tickles my nose, but I just nuzzle closer.

“Mm, I love you, (M/C).”

“Levi, you’re awake? It’s about time, dude, I thought you were dying or something, you started breathing so weird.” (M/C) wakes me.

My eyes snap open. I’m in (M/C)’s bed... She’s typing at her laptop. I had fallen asleep while we were studying together.... Which means-

“It was a dream?” I ask, my heart drops. I dreamt that, of course I did, she would never love you back. 

“By the way,” (M/C) meets my gaze, a knowing smile written across her face, “I love you, too.”

[angelkurenai]

Cheesy fanfics - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Cheesy fanfics

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 3,520

Warnings: Spoilers for 15x20 I guess

Prompt: Hey! Thought I'd help your creativity out a little bit! How about "I almost asked you out in Winter Ball back in highschool but I chickened out and now it's Christmas and we're both alone and single so maybe this is a second chance?" Very Hallmark Movie esque, but I have faith in your creativity and am sure you're gonna kill it (if you choose to do it of course!). Hope it helps!

“You have to be kidding me.” you gasped, pressing a hand over your mouth as your eyes widened “Dean? Is that really you?”

“Depends, do I still look like the guy you remember? Or am I the old ass idiot I saw in the mirror this morning?” he joked, almost giving himself a pat on the shoulder for how playful he sounded and how he didn't trip over his words.

He had tripped over the cereal the moment he saw you, already, anyway. He was glad you had not noticed him at that moment because with his luck, he would have made an even worse fool of himself and ended up on the floor faster than could be humanly possible. But, in his defense, they weren't even supposed to be there and the moment he saw you, looking so damn beautiful as if not a single day had passed, he had been floored in any way that mattered other than literally.

“Oh shut up and come here, you asshole.” you scoffed, pretending to give him a glare but the smile that was on your lips was too bright for his mind to register anything else in the first place. It was all he could think about, all his treacherous heart could think of as it danced around like crazy in his chest.

“Ah hell, it's been so long.” he chuckled as well, letting his arms wrap around your form, his entire body melting on the spot as you squeezed him close to you “Too long.” he whispered, mostly to himself as he gave a squeeze in return, your body fitting perfectly with his the way it always did “I understand now though.”

He finally pulled away, though he let his arms rest on you for a few more seconds; just like he had let the hug last a bit longer than needed. It was self-indulgent, he knew it, but if he let himself memorize the way your body fit in his arms after all this time, then nobody could blame him.

“You understand?” you tilted your head to the side, and he almost felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs in that very moment. To look at you from this up close again, still in his arms, and to realize all over again just how easy it had been for him to fall for you in high school, it was inevitable that you could steal his breath away in a matter of seconds.

He cleared his throat “You didn't expect to see me all old and wrinkly. You expected to see the ghost of me, coming by to say Merry Christmas.”

“Well, you're not exactly wrong on that. Although, I didn't expect and certainly far from hoped it would be your ghost I saw this Christmas. Maybe some unlucky folk that died years ago.” you said with a soft shrug, voice low but tone as casual as talking about the weather. Fact which had not changed over the years and which brought a pleasant kind of warmth through Dean's chest, making him chuckle deeply.

“Well, thank you for your thoughtfulness. I've gotten close to that once or twice, can't deny it, but-” he noticed you stiffening up in his arms “All is good. In fact, it's better than it's ever been. You'll see. I'll get to tell you about it hopefully, one day.”

“Hopefully soon.” you said softly, nodding your head as you finally took a step backwards to put some distance between you because even though you'd have loved to stay like that forever, Dean had always been a a friend to you – a good one, yes, but one that had no idea about your feelings for him – and also because you were currently standing in the middle of the aisle as it was “Before you disappear without a single word for the next couple years or so, I suppose.”

“Yeah I uh- Well, you've got a point there. I'm-” he stopped himself, swallowing thickly over the lump in his throat “I'm really sorry about that. I- I wanted to- You have no idea how much I wanted to contact you but shit just kept getting crazier and I... I couldn't drag you into it.”

“What?” you whispered “No, no Dean, I didn't mean- That's not why I said it. I'm not mad nor do I blame you for it. No more so than I could blame life, both yours and mine. I mean, you could have always vanished without a single warning.”

“I wouldn't do that. I would never do that to you. You're too-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat “You've always been too important to me.” he confessed softly “I should just assume that I am somewhat important to you too, right? Given that I'm not a ghost by your own hand right now.”

“Hmm let's give it some time, shall we? Wait till about the end of the day to see how it turns out.” you said with a smirk, and a chuckle following soon “That is... if you will be around for that long?”

“Oh I actually plan to be around here for a lot longer than that. I mean-” he tried to hide his own giddiness when he saw the way your eyes widened and sparkled with happiness “It's Christmas, isn't it? People are celebrating and spending time with their loved ones and eating too much and watching sappy movies and I was never particularly one for the latter but it doesn't sound so bad to me.”

“You mean you're... on vacation? No ghost or vamp's got you here?” you frowned deeply.

“No, I uh I've actually been... trying to get a bit away from that. I am on vacation now, yes, but besides that I... Well, I don't do that anymore.” he said with a small shrug, not sure why he felt almost self-conscious about it “Not- Not hunting. I mean, yes, hunting. But-” he cleared his throat, taking great notice of the surprise if not shocked look you gave him “It's not like I am out. I'm more... slowly getting out of it. Taking fewer cases, looking for an actual job, you know that kind of stuff. There are fewer cases in general anyway.”

“And going on vacation, apparently.” you noted with a small smile, voice almost breathless in disbelief, and he nodded his head.

“And got a dog.” he pointed out with a grin, loving to see your eyes widen before a a wide smile spread on your lips. Gosh how he loved that smile. Always had and always would.

“Wow. Dean, that's really- wow.” you confessed, blowing out a soft breath “To tell you the truth, that was really the last thing I expected to hear. But certainly the best one too.”

“Thank you.” he smiled, and boy had he missed the way you could make his heart beat inside his chest “It's actually been so long, so much had happened since we last spoke.”

“Yeah no kidding.” you laughed “This- wow. That's incredible news, Dean. So...” you looked down shyly for a second, as if unsure “What really made you make the choice at last? The Dean I remembered didn't even see this as a chance. To get out of the life, it seemed like an impossible dream back then. Any... particular reason why now?”

“You could say that.” he nodded his head, struggling to hold back a grin when he saw the nervousness on your features, the eagerness and doubt to hear what he had to say. And it wasn't because he loved torturing you but because there was always a small part of him that held onto hope, that after all these years had not let go of you and his feelings for you, and that small- alright, great part of him, wanted to know if you were interested in him. Just like he had hoped and waited back then, trying to understand if you really had feelings for him. He had been so hesitant, unsure if he should really try his luck or if he was going to ruin the best thing he'd gotten in his whole life. In the end, he had chickened out and lost his only chance.

Or maybe so he thought. Because looking at you look at him in that way made him believe, hope even, that maybe there really were second chances in life. All he had to do was figure it out.

“Not- not that there is a person in my life that made me leave all that behind, no.” he chuckled “I'm still as single as you remember. That much hasn't changed.” he said with a half smile, feeling his heart flutter in his chest when he saw relief flood your features and your shoulders relax “It's just that, well-” he shrugged “Fighting against the devil, meeting his son and most recently beating god, well, that can change someone.”

“God as in...?” you blinked in surprise and he shrugged once more.

“Ah yeah, the big G. It was no big deal, but it had to be done, you know? He was a dick. Now somebody else is running heaven. The devil's son as I told you, he's family though so that's great. But that's a long story, I'll probably tell you another time.” he brushed it off “So yeah, as you see, things did change. And Sam and I are more free now, that's why we decided to really do what we like, honestly.”

“Yeah that really is a lo-”

“Oh and I killed Hitler, so you're welcome for that, by the way.”

“...Thank you?” you blinked, tilting your head to the side in confusion “I- Honestly, Dean, I was gonna ask if you mean it or not but knowing you? I'm fairly sure you're not joking here. And just because I wouldn't like to freak out in the middle of the market and look like some lunatic, I'm gonna change the subject yeah? Good. So-” you cleared your throat “What are your plans for the holidays? Seeing as you are in town.”

A deep chuckle left his lips and he nodded his head “Yeah, that's a better topic. Uhm honestly, haven't thought that far yet. I was just driving with Miracle, that's my dog by the way, and decided to stop by here to do some shopping without Sam shoving his rabbit food in my cart, you know?” he said, leaving out the part where seeing as the holidays were right around the corner he couldn't stop thinking about you - just like he did every time that time of the year - and drove back to the town he had first met you in hopes (and possibly with a lot of wishful thinking) that he could see you even from far away. It had not worked out in his favor the past couple times, he didn't expect it to happen this year but here he was and here you were and he felt worse than a child on Christmas' day. Giddy and buzzing with excitement and nerves, almost lightheaded the longer he looked at you.

“And you?” he asked after a few second, even though he would have been content looking at you and taking everything in forever “You got me carried around talking about my life and you didn't tell me a thing about yourself. Anything... interesting going on? I don't suppose you plan on spending the holidays all alone?... Besides your family and friends I mean.”

“Alone? No, of course not. I've got the most handsome and loyal man waiting for me at home. So I'm picking out whatever I can for the both of us now.” you grinned and he was almost sure you too could hear his heart shutter inside his chest, at least before you spoke up again “Yeah, I might have a bit trouble since I don't know what he likes yet but I think he'd find it easier to communicate with Miracle than with me, so I improvise.” you shrugged with a grin “I got a puppy a couple months ago as well.”

“Oh oh!” he blinked in surprise, his hands shaking in relief as a smile that made his cheeks hurt got plastered on his face “That's great! I remember you always wanted one. It's so great to see you finally got that. So you... I assume, you don't got... someone else then? I- I mean, not that it would have been a shock. Any guy should thank their lucky stars to have you by their side.”

“Nah no guy in my life like that. It's been a while actually. I'm just as single as you this Christmas, I'm starting to think there must be a pattern. Just like it happened back in high school, when we first met.”

“With the only difference that you're always the pretty one out of the two of us. I mean-” he laughed “Look at you, all these years have passed and you remain as beautiful as then if not more. It looks like not a single day has passed.” he breathed out the small confession, letting some of his truth slip into his words as he admired you. Things he had not been able to tell you back then slipped from his lips in a matter of seconds, though not any more easily.

“Yeah, as if.” you scoffed a laugh, looking down with a shake of your head “Besides, I remember someone else being the most popular kid in the school, even if you were the new guy. I mean, you had all the girls practically begging for a single look from you Dean. It was as if you were some god walking amongst us, even with some of that bad boy attitude. It had never been like that for me and the boys, heck I can't even remember a single guy that looked at me like I was a goddess or anything.”

If only you had decided to turn your head and take a look at him then you would get to see that and so much more. He had always looked at you as if you had put the stars up in the sky for him. Sam's words, not his. And if he had scarred off any guy with a single look or a couple more words during that time, it wasn't because he was acting worse than a territorial Alpha. Again Sam's words. The kid did talk a lot, yes, Dean had decided early on back in high school.

“I mean-” another laugh from you brought him back to the present “It's no surprise that none of the guys asked me out in Winter Ball back in high school, I didn't make it easier with how closed off I was back then.” and Dean and his looks didn't make it easier for the few that were about to ask either “So I'm cool with being alone this Christmas too. But what's really surprising is how someone like you is. I mean, you didn't go to that Winter Ball with anyone either, I remember that correctly?”

“No uh yeah, you're right. I never went to that one with anyone. Even though some girls-” he stopped himself before shaking his head, a laugh slipping past his lips as he he looked down for a moment.

“What?” you asked with a sweet grin and he almost caved right then and there. Or maybe he did, maybe he should at last.

“I just- I never realized my life was such a bad Hallmark Movie. I mean, I always thought it was a tragedy but no, gosh, it's a sappy Christmas movie.” he laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, taking in your laugh and the way it made his heart flutter.

“Why do you say that?”

“I mean-” he paused, he could take it back, he could change it, come up with something else and all this would be forgotten but then... then another chance would be lost again and this, this was not the same life anymore; he was not the same man, or better yet he was finally the man he wanted to be with a life he wanted and had full control over “I mean to say that... I almost asked you out in Winter Ball back in highschool because I've always had feelings for you but- but I chickened out and now it's Christmas and we're both alone and single, so maybe this is some second chance? Cause if it ain't that, then, it sure is a sappy movie or a cheesy fanfic... with a bad ending.”

The words were out before he could take them back. And part of him felt proud for himself, after years of endless pining and daydreaming - clearly Sam's words, thank you very much - he never thought there would come a day when he said all of this and yet here he was. Another part of him, a greater part, felt terrified. You looked at him with wide eyes, lips parted in shock and he had to hold himself from taking it back. He had lost one chance he wasn't going to lose this one too, no matter the outcome. And the outcome he did fear especially when there were no words coming out of you. His heart was pounding in his chest, all of his blood rushing in his ears and his lungs hurting because of how long he was holding his breath. His worry was slowly but surely turning into fear, however before he could say anything - not to take it back but to make you feel less bad about having to turn him down. It was an option, very plausible given how much of a catch you were as opposed to him, you spoke up.

“Or...” you spoke softly, playing nervously with the sleeve of your sweater “Or there is a third option, you know. I mean-” you shrugged and he felt like he was forever holding his breath, waiting for you to look into his eyes, holding his gaze for a few seconds before you spoke up “I always liked fanfics with happy endings?” before he could get to question you, you pointed upwards. And as his eyes followed yours, he did take notice of what you previously had. He blinked in surprise a soft laugh leaving his lips.

“Personally, I love cheesy movies or fanfics.” you said and looked back at you he noticed the shy grin that was on your lips and he made him feel 18 all over again “And if that mistletoe hasn't been there all this time... then, well, I think the new guy that's running heaven is really having a fit with our lives right now.”

“I don't know, I will really have to ask him next time I see him I think. Sam did love to tell him about my endless pinning and daydreaming every time Christmas was around.” a heartfelt laugh made his chest rumble, pleasant tingles filling up his entire body especially as he heard you giggle.

“Did you now? Wow. This day is full of surprises, then.” you bit your lower lip for a moment before adding “Well you what, we're gonna have a family gathering and dinner for the holidays tomorrow. I know it's on short notice but if you'd like to then... you know you're always welcome in my place and-”

“I would love to come, yes.” he breathed out almost embarrassingly fast, but your smile made it all worth it.

“Wonderful!” you grinned You don't need to bring anything, we've got everything, but if you'd wanna you can bring Miracle. And if Sam manages to make it here until tomorrow then he's more than welcome too.”

“Sure, I'll tell him. See if can be here.” he would but he already knew that Sam would do anything to give the two of you more time together so he knew he wouldn't be showing up “The real question here is: Will that aunt of yours be there?”

A beautiful laugh immediately came from your before you looked at him a bit apologetically “For a moment there I thought you'd have forgotten. Yeah, sorry, there's not way to avoid that.”

“So long as I'm not sitting right next to her on the dinner table, I think I will survive.”

“She's gonna keep her hands to herself, I'm sure. Besides-” you shrugged softly, looking up at him through your lashes “I don't think she would hit on my date too.”

“No, I don't think she would either. But in case you need to make it more obvious, kisses are allowed 24/7.” he said with an innocent shrug.

“Ah yes, about that.” you smiled, leaning up to peck his cheek “I would love to give you more, hopefully very soon. Especially in front of the Christmas tree at my own apartment afterwards, while we catch up.”

His eyes widened in surprise and you giggled before he breathed out “Gosh, I freaking love cheesy fanfics.”

[ironmandeficiency]

visions

pairing: plo koon / reader / wolffe

word count: 3291

summary: there’s a game you and plo will play sometimes during briefings that tend to alleviate some of the monotony. neither of you knew that your commander was force-sensitive and knew everything about the past-time until you and your husband offered him a place in your bed.

a/n: force sensitive!wolffe just kinda happened and was not even on the list of ideas for this fic, but i’m so happy i thought of it. it gets real wild real quick and only gets crazier from there. also, i accidentally wrote plo/wolffe in this so if it isn’t your cup of tea, i’m warning you now

warnings: inappropriate use of the force might as well be the title, implied masturbation (m), implied dick riding (f & m), ummmm implied threesomes

“could this be any more tedious? my patience is wearing thin.”

“they most certainly can get more tedious when you say things like that, dear.”

“oh, pardon me for wanting to reward my favorite general for his bravery on our previous mission.”

“a reward, hmm? maybe you could describe this reward to me to pass the time.”

wolffe hadn’t been more grateful to have his helmet since he lost his eye. four months ago the wolfpack was assigned a second jedi general and ever since you arrived on base, general plo has been happier than any of the men had seen him. at first wolffe thought it was because he was finally able to have the same camaraderie with one of his own that the men shared with each other. it was a simple explanation, one that made sense.

then he attended briefings with the both of you and quickly learned there was something much stronger than camaraderie between the two of you. he could hear the playful flirting, the endearing i-love-you’s, the scandalous dirty talk that had wolffe itching to remove his codpiece and slip a hand between the waistband of his blacks. he heard everything through the force, felt it vibrating through his veins all the same. it was that day he thought of the jedi with something more than professionalism for the first time.

weeks have passed since the two generals had enough opportunity to physically show their love and the tension between them was driving wolffe up a wall. it wasn’t enough that his brain had to work doubletime to hide his impure thoughts of his general’s riduur when the nights were lonely, but neither of them bothered to mask their sexual tension through the force because they simply saw no need.

he was losing his kriffing mind.

subliminal images of you riding the kel dor as if he were a racehorse flooded his head mid-sentence, the commander having to obnoxiously cough to cover up the moan that nearly escaped at the sight. your chest was heaving with every bounce and head thrown back in ecstasy, a slick sheen of sweat making you glisten. this was a new image for wolffe and it would be thoroughly enjoyed for months to come.

some days it astounded him as to the ability the two of you had to pretend that nothing out of the ordinary was happening through your bond with each other. from what he’d seen, he was the only clone in the 104th that was force sensitive, judging at the way none of them visibly reacted when the generals were having telepathic sex. he had no other names for the sensation and there would be no way for him to ask either of you without raising red flags.

if you or plo found out that he knew about the conversations, wolffe knew there would be consequences. he didn’t know what they would be or whether they would carry over to his duty or to his brothers, but he decided long ago to carry this secret on his own. there was nothing to validate needlessly risking his brothers’ safety all because wolffe couldn’t keep his mouth shut. so keeping his mouth shut was what he did until he got to his private bunk and let himself imagine that it was him you were losing yourself to.

“wolffe, are you okay?” your voice was smooth like honey when you said his name, the concern permeating through the force.

he forced his voice to return to its normal cadence. “i’m perfectly fine, general. little bit of dust just got through the filters is all.” there was no suspicion from either you or plo at the blatant lie, which he was grateful for. this briefing was not the time to reveal his secrets like blacks hanging out to dry after laundry day.

the meeting continued as protocol for a few moments before the dirty talk picked back up, to wolffe’s both detriment and pleasure.

“what a shame our dear commander was losing breath to the dust instead of-”

“not here, dear one. leave our wolffe from our thoughts when he hasn’t consented to be there.”

“he can’t consent if the question is never posed, plo.”

consent? consent to what? wolffe was plenty concerned about what you two could possibly be implying and had to work extra hard to maintain his shields to keep from alerting the jedi to his worry.

“when we’re back on coruscant. he needs to rest before hearing what we have to say.”

“thank you, my love.”

at least wolffe had a timeline for when his fate would be sealed. with that last little bit of security to cling to, he continued with the briefing as if fear wasn’t burrowing into his chest the more time passed between now and arrival to the triple zero.

the arrival into coruscanti airspace thrummed with anticipation, the stale recycled air seeming to know how pivotal the next few hours would be. you had long been teetering on the edge of impatience when it came to the idea of being shared between your loving husband and dutiful commander. it was absolutely unreal how many times you and plo would be just about to bring it up and be immediately silenced by shit luck.

that wasn’t going to happen again, you weren’t going to let it. your patience has been tested for far too long in regards to this matter and even plo would get ruffled when the conversation was stalled yet again. you typically refrained from using the force to guarantee privacy (plo was better at it anyways) but today you were going to pour everything you could into ensuring that the nagging proposition would finally be given.

several hours passed before you and plo were able to free yourselves from the responsibilities thrust upon you both as members of the council. the ‘pack had long since been starting to unwind, many of them wandering to 79’s or to another battalion’s sector of the base to mingle. you looked to your husband, silently asking him to check his bond with wolffe to gauge his location. hopefully he hadn’t slipped to 79’s yet or else the evening’s plans would be tabled for yet another unknown period of time.

plo confirmed that wolffe was in his temporary quarters, thank the force. “is it time?”

“i think we’ve waited long enough.”

wolffe couldn’t believe his ears. he was stunned, his brain running on overdrive to even comprehend the severity of what he was just told.

he already knew that his generals were something more than comrades in arms and that they were secretly married against the confines of their order that they were leaders of. of course he didn’t tell him that he knew already, little gods no, there would be no explaining his way out of that one. there were intimate details about their relationship that he didn’t intend to know, that were just shoved through his mind; even though his shields were some of the most fortified of any clone, he had force bonds with the both of you that apparently ran deeper than he thought they did.

see, a normal force bond between a force-sensitive and a null were as such: a force-sensitive would only be able to project such vivid imagery with someone who was also force-sensitive, the null partner being able to only pick up the feelings behind the image rather than the image itself. when you two were having telepathy sex (and sometimes actual sex), you both took great care to make sure the feelings of the images didn’t leak into your other bonds. but wolffe? he could see the images clear as day and came to his own feelings about them. since you nor plo knew that he could see said images, you both thought you were getting away with something.

these were all things that wolffe knew, knowledge that he could confirm quite easily, information that didn’t betray him.

what had caused wolffe to short-circuit as if he were a measly droid was the way you expressed desire for both your husband and him. your words were beginning to meld together in his ears, none of it making sense. and how was general plo okay with this? he was listening to his wife talk about how she wanted to have sex with another man, a clone no less! most nat-borns would bristle and lash out at even the idea.

he had to get out for a moment, make sure this isn’t some strange and elaborate dream or advanced form of seppie torture. this couldn’t be real. it couldn’t be. so he made his way into his ‘fresher and splashed water on his face, pinched his arms, his cheeks, even nicked himself with the small razor he used to keep his face neatly groomed. every experiment led to the same conclusion: this was real and he was just invited to your bed.

a third in the bed of not just one, but two jedi generals. he, commander wolffe of the one-oh-fourth battalion in the grand army of the republic, was offered the opportunity to sleep with two jedi at once. two jedi that apparently loved him how they loved each other.

he could sense plo approaching him where he stood in the ‘fresher, the mirror being an extra giveaway to his presence that wasn’t particularly needed. “did we make you uncomfortable?” plo was very concerned over wolffe’s wellbeing and the way the normally composed soldier was losing the cool exterior he kept in front of nearly everyone he knew. it was a sight that unnerved the jedi when in the escape pod and when he lost his eye to ventress, and it had the same effect on him right now.

you moved from your seat on the corner of wolffe’s bunk and joined the men in front of the ‘fresher sink. “if this isn’t something you’re okay with, we can pretend this never happened and-”

“no,” wolffe’s voice was louder than he intended for it to be and quickly schooled his emotions before continuing. “you didn’t make me uncomfortable, i just-” a deep breath in through the nose and out through his mouth. maybe he should tell them here that he knows about all of the erotic conversations and images flashed through the bonds, but something stops him.

he decides to give you a small twist of the truth to hide his force sensitivity. “i’ve thought about doing things to you, things that only lovers do, and now that you’re here offering the chance, i don’t know what to say or where to start.” it isn’t like he was completely lying, he had plenty of thoughts of you when not in briefings that counted toward his half-truth. you just didn’t know where or when the thoughts first began.

plo approached wolffe slowly, resting a taloned hand on his shoulder. your husband’s tone washed waves of comfort over wolffe as he spoke, the kel dor’s low timbre having the desired effect. “we can help you with that, wolffe.”

“how?”

“let’s start with simple questions. do you want us to leave?”

“no,” wolffe gripped the feelings of calm sent his way in a vice grip to keep from erupting once more. “ not at all, ge-.”

the honorific being used in such a raw moment set plo off, the jedi’s hand gripping wolffe’s shoulder tighter in warning as he admonished the use of his senate-given title.“you will not address us by rank here in your private space. use our names just as we use yours.”

this was a side to plo that wolffe had never seen in person, this authoritative and borderline furious (and lustful? was his hearing okay?) dimension being unfamiliar territory. it stirred something in wolffe that was achingly familiar yet obscenely foreign; the feelings were similar to those he felt for you, but they ran deeper into a part of himself he didn’t acknowledge much.

it reminded him of the ache in his lungs as the droids began to take apart the escape pod, the unrelated catch in his throat at the way his general was so willing to do whatever it took to save his brothers. when wolffe was a cadet he bristled at the idea of belonging to someone he didn’t know, someone that didn't understand who he was or who his brothers were.

those apprehensions melted away as plo left the relative safety of the pod to defend him and the last two surviving members of their battalion. in that moment he was proud to say he belonged to plo, not just as his commander but as someone who had softened his edges.

this bond only grew the longer wolffe served under plo, and then wolffe met you and it seemed that his heart was capable of being shared between two people. two people that loved each other as deeply as the galaxy was wide. two people that would never hesitate to lay themselves down to protect their lover or their battalion, that treated every living thing with a reverence wolffe didn’t know someone could show.

those very same people were now at his sides, offering him a place of his own with them, space in their bed. and he was yearning for them both.

wolffe was sure of what he wanted. figuring out how he wanted to proceed was the easy part compared to articulating said want. inhaling deeply, he tried to form the words, construct sentences to flow freely from now parted lips. he spent moments trying to calculate the best way to convey the thoughts that led him to his decision but nothing sounded right in his head. he didn’t want to ruin the moment with poorly-chosen words or stumbling over his thoughts as if he were a bumbling drunk.

then a gentle nudge in his brain reminded him of a way to communicate with his jedi that didn’t need words. just his feelings, that’s all he needed right then. so he reached into the force and gripped those feelings like a cadet would a favorite older vod’s leg, and sent them towards the two people in this galaxy that he would do anything for.

wolffe’s silence was both relief and nervous impatience because there was no way for you to know what he was thinking. he had nearly impeccable shields that you had attributed to both his status as a commander as well as your husband’s fierce protection over him, having been the one to fortify them into something so formidable. it was a fortress you weren’t going to penetrate without either permission from wolffe himself or intentionally tearing at his protection, the latter something you’d rather die than even ponder.

he was taking his time with his thoughts, trying his best to not let his confusion turn to frustration and anger. you studied his form and debated whether taking his hand in yours was a good idea before noticing the way he was white-knuckling the sink, taking it upon yourself to save the fixture. the slightest whisper of his hand tightening around yours relaxed you marginally; at least he was acknowledging you despite his deep and almost painful-seeming concentration.

then you’re suddenly hit by something in the force you don’t recognize. they’re emotions, wild ones, and despite their barely-tamed nature they’re safety and devotion and trepidation and love, a love directed towards you that wasn’t from plo. his love for you felt different in the force, much more calm and peaceful after years spent together. this was from someone else entirely, someone who was new and inexperienced in these matters yet determined in expressing them, someone-

wolffe.

how was he projecting like that? only force-sensitives had the ability to transmit emotions like that directly through bonds, but yet it came close to knocking your feet out from under you with the strength. your eyes went to plo and you could sense his own surprise and confusion.

wolffe could feel the way his jedi were shaken by the torrent of his emotions washing over them and the guilt was instant. he turned away from the sink and began to apologize profusely but you silenced him before they could be heard.

his lips were supple and his skin flushed from the sudden closeness. it took the blink of an eye for him to reciprocate the kiss, the hand holding yours lacing your fingers together. you could feel his emotions double in strength through the kiss and the intensity would have taken you to the ground if it weren’t for plo moving to stand beside you.

there were many questions swirling madly through your mind but the most prevalent was “why didn’t you tell us?”

wolffe’s eyes shot to his feet, ashamed of keeping such a big secret from the two of you. “i… i see your thoughts during briefings,” he paused to gauge your reactions, whether he should shut up or explain himself, but he didn’t know which would be better. he felt waves of embarrassment from plo and… wait, you thought it was funny?!

apparently so, seeing as you were now laughing at the current situation, of all the reactions you could have had this was not expected.

if you didn’t laugh at wolffe seeing every dirty thought you’d sent your husband’s way during briefings there’s a good chance you would have cried. how long had he been having to pretend like he was okay during briefings?

you tilted the commander’s chin up and locked your eyes with his, slowly starting to let your feelings seep through your bond. “wolffe, just how much do you know about the relationship between plo and i?”

only a fool wouldn’t be able to sense the lust slowly creeping its way through the bond. plo clearly was beginning to feel it, if the taloned hand creeping along your waist was any indication. it filled wolffe with a confidence he hasn’t felt in hours, since the two of you mentioned him in your thoughts.

he decides to go with it. you and plo both have told him that he was wanted, so it wasn’t like anything bad was going to happen after he does what he’s about to do. wolffe leans in close to you, hot breath fanning along your neck as he begins to speak in a velvet husk. “i’ve seen enough to know how much you enjoy it when he drags his talons down your back, to know how eager you are to please him night after night,” a hot, wet kiss is placed below your ear and the hand holding his grips hard.

plo enjoyed the sight in front of him, watching you slowly starting to submit yourself to wolffe. but that wasn’t tonight’s goal; tonight was about the two of you showing wolffe how much he was appreciated, how deeply he was loved by the two of you. “you are right, she is always eager to please. but tonight is about you, wolffe. let us take care of you the way you deserve to be.” the kel dor glides a talon along wolffe’s jawline and enjoys the lust permeating the latter’s force signature.

your husband’s voice snapped you out of the trance wolffe had you under. he was right, this was about wolffe. so you took the hand he still held and guided him to his bunk, plo close behind. the next several hours were spent worshiping wolffe in all his glory, letting him learn the two of you just as you learned his body. it was the first of many nights spent holding your men as close as you could, knowing that duties would take them away come morning light.

[obx-adventures]

The Unexpected Date

Scouts writing challenge @ptersparkers

Summary: A Touron’s flirting triggers some unexpected consequences.

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“What’s up fools?” I ask as the HMS Pogue approaches my pier. JJ holds out his hand to help me into the boat and I give him a quick kiss on the cheek as I climb on.

“I was telling the guys that the human body can move around in a coffin for up to a year as it decomposes,” Pope shares while we do our secret handshake.

“Not gonna lie,” I tell our future forensic pathologist. “That’s real gross.”

“See, Pope,” Kie says while smacking him on the shoulder. “We don’t need to hear all of your dead body facts. Now, Y/N, tell me about that guy you were talking to last night.”

I feel my cheeks flush as I glare at Kie. I did not want her to bring up the customer that was flirting with me during my last shift at the Wreck.

“Wait, what guy?” JJ asks, voice laced with concern.

“It’s no big deal,” I try to explain as all my friends stare me down. “He’s just a Touron.”

“A smoking hot Touron!” Kie exclaims. “He was super into Y/N last night. He even hung back after his family left so he could talk to her while we were closing up.”

I roll my eyes at Kie and try to avoid making eye contact with anyone else. Kie knows I hate talking about guys in front of the Pogues. They get all protective about it, as if I can’t take care of myself.

“Are you going to see him again?” John B asks. “You’re in a bit of a dry spell, Y/N. Maybe you need to mack on a Touron to get back in the game.”

While I shoot a glare at JB, I miss the look JJ gives him.

“Dude, shut up,” I’ve never wanted a conversation to be over more. “Are we swimming or what?”

John B laughs and drives us out to the marsh. Kie has brought beer and snacks and I turn on some music while Pope grabs a beer for me. Once JB stops the boat, everyone but JJ jumps up to get ready to swim. I notice JJ is still sitting with a weird look on his face and go over to check in.

“Hey buddy,” I say as I tap on his cheek gently. “You ok?”

JJ shakes himself out of his thoughts, gives me a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes, and stands up next to me. He quickly takes off his shirt and throws me over his shoulder. Before I can scream, he jumps into the water with me still in his arms.

When we break the surface, I push him under water. He snakes his arms around me as he comes back up. For a moment, our eyes meet and it feels like we are the only two people in the world. Pope ruins the moment by doing a cannonball right next to us.

We spend the rest of the afternoon swimming and drinking. When my alarm goes off, I remind everyone that I need to head back for my shift and we all grumble as we prepare to re-enter reality.

—-

A couple days after our swimming trip, Kie and I meet the guys at the Chateau. I flop onto the couch next to JJ and rest my head on his shoulder. As I’m about to drift into a nap, John B asks me if I’ve seen the Touron again.

“He’s come to see her every day,” Kie tells them as she giggles. “Yesterday, I had to send him home disappointed since she wasn’t working. But you guys looked pretty cozy during your break today.” Kie waggles her eyebrows at me.

“Kie!” I growl at her.

“Oh we’re getting cozy now, huh?” Pope leans in to continue the teasing.

“Fine, I’ll tell you guys,” I say once I realize they aren’t going to let this go. “I agreed to go to dinner with him tomorrow night. But he’s leaving soon so I don’t know why he bothered to ask.”

I’m surprised when JJ scoffs next to me. All 4 of us turn to him with confused looks on our faces.

“Of course he asked you out,” JJ says irritably. “He’s hoping to get laid before he leaves.”

“JJ!” Kie scolds him. “You don’t know that.”

“Kie, c’mon, look at Y/N. Why wouldn’t he shoot his shot if he thinks he can?”

I’m hurt by JJ’s insinuation but don’t get a chance to say anything to him. He stands up abruptly and walks out to the hammock. I look at John B and Pope to see if they know what’s going on.

“Hey, don’t look at me,” Pope starts. “I have no idea what his problem is.” I look at John B but he just shrugs. The look on John B’s face tells me he knows what’s up with our friend but I don’t push him. I’d rather JJ just talk to me himself.

JJ doesn’t come back inside for the rest of the time I’m there, which worries me. We’ve always had an easy friendship. Yes, we flirt but he flirts with everyone. He’s never been upset before when I’ve gone out with someone. I nervously chew on my finger nails as I leave the house, trying to figure out how to approach him. But when I try to talk to him before I get in my car, he’s asleep on the hammock. Great, now I’m going to spend all night worrying about this.

—-

It’s 1:30am and sleep eludes me. I can’t stop thinking about JJ and worrying that he’s mad at me. I’m torn from my thoughts by a knocking at my window. I rush over knowing that JJ is the only person that comes to see me in the middle of the night. But I’m shocked to find John B there instead.

“Y/N, I need you to come with me.”

“JB, it’s 1:30 in the morning, what’s going on?”

“I can’t deal with JJ’s sulking,” John B tells me and I can’t help the surprised look I give him. “Please come talk to him so I don’t have to listen to him sigh as he paces.”

I nod and tell John B that I’ll meet him by the van in 5 minutes. While I change, I try to figure out why JJ is sulking and why John B thinks I can help. Instead of driving myself even crazier, I just focus on getting out the door so I can get the answers I’m desperately looking for.

When John B and I walk into the Chateau 10 minutes later, JJ doesn’t look up from his pacing to notice that I’m there. John B tells me he’s heading to bed and leaves me to talk to our blonde friend.

“J, I think you’re going to wear down the floorboards with all that pacing,” I say gently. JJ’s head whips up and his eyes widen.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” I have to move closer to hear him, not used to JJ being so quiet.

“JB came to get me,” I tell him as I take his hands. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry I was a dick earlier.”

“Yea, what was that about?” I’m hoping I’ll finally get the answers I’ve been thinking about all day.

“I just... Don't go on that date." JJ sounds so vulnerable as he makes his plea.

"Why?"

"Because it will kill me if you do,” he whispers.

My breath hitches at his words and my brain works furiously as I try to understand them.

“J, what are you talking about?”

Instead of answering me, JJ leans forward and kisses me. It’s quick and tentative. He places his hands on my cheeks and caresses them with his thumbs.

“You know what I’m talking about. You can’t tell me you didn’t feel this the other day when we were in the water. We’ve been dancing around each other for a while.”

“I thought...” I mumble as I look down. “Maybe I was just reading too much into the flirting, I never thought you’d be into me.”

JJ removes one hand from my cheek to brush a strand of hair behind my ear. He trails his hand down my jaw and gently lifts my face back up to look at him. He’s looking at me with so much emotion that I can barely breath.

“I’m very into you, just never thought I deserved you,” JJ says softly. “But when Kie told us about the Touron the other day, I wanted to be selfish and tell you. I talked myself out of it though. Then you told us you were going on a date with him and I just...”

“J,” I interrupt. “I never wanted to go on a date with him. I was trying to distract myself from my feelings for you. It’s always been you.”

JJ pulls me back in for a longer kiss. He licks along my bottom lip and I gladly allow him to deepen the kiss. After a few minutes, he pulls back for us to catch our breath.

“Go out with me tomorrow night instead, please?”

I nod at him and lean back for another kiss.

[kiarasukulele]

Hate That I Love You (r.c.)

Summary: Where your drug, alcohol, and sex fuelled relationship has turned you into a cold and detached person. Both running from things in your lives, you and Rafe Cameron lose yourselves each night in each other and any substances you can get your hands on. 

(not my gif, if it’s yours let me know so I can credit)

requested: no

warnings: drug use & dependency, sexual content, swearing, drunk driving, toxic/violent relationship, ANGST ANGST ANGST (I'm sorry if I missed anything)

word count: 3.4k (issa long one oops)

(A/N): omg hi, it’s finally done. This is the first piece of writing I'm posting on here so I’m extremely rusty so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Also, I am in no way trying to romanticize toxic or abusive relationships!! If you are experiencing something like this or have in the past, it is not love and you all deserve the world♡. Also thank you to @adoreyoudrews​ for just being supportive since the beginning and throughout this whole process (ilysm). Enjoy!!

He could be crazy, but some would argue that you were crazier. You’ve always been an impulsive person — but you both brought out the worst in eachother. You used to spend your days with the pogues who you called your best friends, but as you grew closer to Rafe he slowly put the idea in your head that you were better off without them. You would do anything Rafe asked you to, which might scare you to death. But your drug and alcohol-fueled relationship didn’t leave room for you to feel scared.

You squeezed your way through the crowd of intoxicated teens that were currently surrounding a game of beer pong in the kitchen of Kelce’s house. As you brushed past some of the familiar faces you would whisper, “Rafe is in the pool house, come if you have cash.”

You and Rafe became a team over the course of your relationship. The king and queen of the kooks. It was summer, and you had been doing what you wanted, whenever you wanted with your boyfriend. Days usually consisted of hanging out at the country club, golfing, or boating but they always ended with you and Rafe getting high or drunk together. The only time you ever felt bad was when you stopped the cycle, so eventually you just decided you wouldn’t stop. You were constantly around him, which your old friends would call “unhealthy” — which is exactly why they’re now old friends. All you needed was Rafe.

Once you spread the word to enough people about Rafe’s new supply of the “finest coke in the obx”, you made your way back to the pool house excited to try it yourself. As you were exiting the house, you passed a few acquaintances who would greet you with a smile and offer you a shot, which you happily accepted. The day someone sees (Y/N) (Y/L/N) refuse a drink will be the same day hell freezes over.

Opening the French doors of the pool house, you see a small group surrounding your boyfriend. Laughter and twenty dollar bills were being exchanged. You stood there for a minute to admire him. Cracking jokes and telling stories with these people before they would take a bump or in between them. When he wanted to be, he could be the most charismatic and magnetic person in the room, but it often flipped like a switch. The way that he could captivate an entire room of people whenever he wanted with seemingly no effort always left you astonished.

Sure, you guys fought like you hated each other sometimes but when you loved each other... holy shit you loved each other. And there was no inbetween with you and Rafe — your relationship was either scalding hot or freezing cold, it was never lukewarm.  

You strut towards Rafe with a devilish smirk. You eagerly pushed past every person standing between you and your boyfriend. He makes eye contact with you and his face lights up immediately. This is the atmosphere both of you have been happiest in lately. You were both running from things in your home lives that each of you knew better than to bring up to one another. As long as you and Rafe were running in the same direction, you didn’t care how tiring it would often feel.

He eyes you up and down as you approach him. You’ve discarded your shirt since the last time you saw him that night, your black bikini still damp from the pool.

“Get over here, baby” he mutters, firmly grabbing your wrist and pulling you onto his lap. The surrounding conversations continue as you make yourself comfortable on top of Rafe. He leans around you, gathering the white powdery substance into neat lines while you roll up a loose twenty dollar bill. When it comes to this, it’s like a ritual. The two of you move like it’s a dance you’ve rehearsed every night for the last few months — you leaning over, him holding your hair back, your nose brushing up against the cold surface of the table as the drugs enter your system. You lean back into your boyfriend as the euphoric sensation takes over. He eagerly begins to lean forward, to finish off the lines you left behind.

“No,” you mutter, grabbing a hold of his bicep to pull him back. He looks at you with furrowed brows, confusion written all over his face.

“What the fuck do you mean, no?” he spits. As mentioned, Rafe could flip like a switch at any moment. The bruises that would often litter your frail figure could attest to that, but you forgave him every time.

“I mean…” you trail off as you twist your body so your back lays flat on his lap. His demeanor calms immediately, as he catches on to what you’re asking him. He gathers the coke and lays it between your cleavage. As the drugs disappear from your chest, he kisses the surrounding area. If you were sober, you would maybe feel slightly embarrassed as the two of you had gathered somewhat of an audience. But sober you were far from. In this moment there wasn’t a trace of the guilt, anger, and sadness that would often plague your sober thoughts. You’ve convinced yourself it’s easier this way; and you really believed that you loved this boy.

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Rafe was recklessly driving back towards his house with you in the passenger seat, head out the window and giggling uncontrollably.

“Get back in here.” he slurred, pawing at your skirt to try and get you to sit still in your seat.

You began to laugh even harder at his attempt to reel you in. Your whole upper body was leaning into the cool summer breeze passing you by.

“I’m not fucking kidding.” Rafe said firmly, losing his patience. Your laughter softened as you sighed, “Fine.”

Sitting in your seat you began to get bored after only a minute. Over the past few months you have grown to need constant excitement in your life. Things always needed to be fast paced and you craved the adrenaline that accompanied your reckless behaviour while under the influence.

You stared at Rafe for a moment. His eyes were hazy; hand switching back and forth from your thigh to a bottle of beer he’d been drinking as he sloppily navigated the streets approaching tannyhill. Your own eyes widened with the idea that suddenly came over you. Lifting Rafe’s hand that was resting on your thigh, you raise it to your mouth.

He glances over to you, a smirk spreading across his face. His index finger finds its way into your mouth and you begin to gently suck. His eyes are hungry as they flash between you and the road in front of him.

“You’re so hot, (Y/N).” he practically moans, a bulge appearing in his shorts. Roughly, he grabs hold of the back of your neck and pushes you down towards his crotch. Leaning over the centre console, you take him into your mouth.

If the drugs weren’t fueling your relationship — it was the sex. Taking place anywhere and everywhere — his father's boat, the office, the beach, or simply in between his french-imported sheets. It was while he was inside you that he unleashed much of his aggression and rage, especially if you had just been fighting. It might bother you, if it didn’t feel so damn good. You didn’t mind that he could be rough, violent, or cold towards you. You were all of those things too.

Between the drug haze, intoxication, and the feeling of your mouth around him his driving was becoming more and more reckless as he pulled into the long and swerving driveway of his house. He closed his eyes for a moment, basking in the feeling of pure bliss. As his eyes were shut, the car began to swerve. You jolted forward as you came to an abrupt stop.

“Shit, shit, shit.” Rafe muttered in a panicked tone, zipping up his shorts and roughly shoving you off of him as he exited the car. He had collided with the marble statue that resided at the edge of the Cameron’s driveway. Wiping the edge of your mouth, you exit from the passenger door to assess the damage.

You couldn’t help the laughter from escaping your lips as you looked upon the statue that was broken into pieces before you. Rafe was anxiously pacing, shaky hands running through his hair.

“What the fuck is funny, (Y/N)? My dad is gonna lose his shit!” he spat at you, still not able to keep your laughter under control. You couldn’t help it, you always found that statue of a naked man hideous and borderline creepy. Through the laughter you uttered, “Holy shit, it’s dick broke off.”

Rafe was getting angrier with you by the second. You picked up the cracked and detached marble phallus and started making obscene gestures with it, which Rafe didn’t happen to find as entertaining as you did. “What? Are you jealous, baby? I’ll save some for you don’t wor—” before you could finish your sentence, Rafe’s hand swung to knock the piece of marble from your grasp as he grabbed a hold of your jaw to keep you from talking. “Shut the fuck up.” he angrily slurred.

You pushed him back with all of the force you could muster. “Don’t you fucking touch me.” you spat. He took a few steps back due to the abrupt force of your shove. As much as he could push you around, you rarely sat there and took his shit without fighting back although you were no match to his 6’2 frame.

“You know what…” he trailed off. Rafe was looking between you and the shattered pieces of the statue that Rose had treasured. “Go the fuck home.”

His statement, the way he was looking at you with utter disgust, and the throbbing pain from where his hand had been gripping your jaw was enough to cause tears to form in your eyes. “What do you mean, go home?” you asked softly. Rafe had strayed from the usual pattern of events that would take place. Usually, you would have it out and scream at each other like maniacs for a good amount of time, before you each would break down and lose the argument somewhere between the sheets. Home was the last place you wanted to be right now. The place that should be associated with warmth and love could not be said about your large blue house with the wrap-around porch. Your mother and father hated one another — their least favourite characteristics about each other were reflected in you, their daughter. Most of the time they couldn’t manage to look you in the eyes, much less hold a conversation.

“I mean, I don’t want you here,” he explained to you in a condescending tone, as if you were an unknowing child.

All of a sudden, the anger you had just felt towards him was replaced with absolute desperation. Desperate to stay, for him to forgive you, for him to hold you even if it hurt. You’re not even sure what you’d be asking for forgiveness for — but you’d do it without hesitation.

Your shaky hands find his chest and you snake your arms around his waist. He stands frigid and cold, unresponsive to your touch.

“Please, I’m sorry baby.” you mutter into his shirt. “Let’s just go inside…” you trail off as you use the tip of your finger to trace shapes on his back, a weakness of his. You begin to feel him slightly relax into your touch.

Trying to diffuse the situation you add, “We can make something up about the statue. I know how Ward can be sometimes...”

He tensed up again. You knew better than to bring up his dad, especially in the state he was in right now. You were already blaming yourself for whatever would come next, before it even happened.

Rafe ferociously pushed you off of him sending you into the ground, knees scraping against the pavement. “You think you know everything.” he spat, “You don’t know shit, (Y/N).”

Rafe walks away and you sit there for a moment. All that can be heard is the pounding of your heart and the crickets chirping. You begin to think from this angle, you and the shattered statue didn’t really look much different.

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Walking the streets of figure eight, you begin to feel the effects of the stimulants wearing off. The distractions you so desperately seek are beginning to crumble around you — leaving you completely and utterly alone with just your thoughts, bloody knees, and shaky hands.

These streets were painfully familiar. Under the amber glow of the street lamps, memories uncontrollably flooded your mind. You were seeing it like a movie scene — from the days that you spent with the pogues riding bikes together fading into more recent memories of Rafe carrying you on his back on your way home from a houseparty. Sometimes you think of that girl you used to be. Even if you wanted to be her again, you had no idea how. Riding on the back of JJ Maybank’s bike while the sun was setting and the rest of your friends trailing closely behind you. You remember the sound of your laughter while your arms and hair danced in the wind. The thought reminds you of earlier that night in Rafe’s car and the similar sensation you had felt while leaning out the window. You immediately felt guilty for thinking about the past — you loved Rafe… and they didn’t want you with him.

Attempting to keep your thoughts from slipping out of your control, you begin to start thinking of what painkillers you could steal from your parents medicine cabinet. Continuing to stumble home while considering whether or not there was enough oxycontin or vicodin that could be stolen without someone noticing. Nobody ever did.

Noticing headlights approaching, you stagger to the side of the road. The streets were usually vacant at this time. You look to your right to see the van you once spent much of your time in, with the paint still chipped and surfboards strapped to the roof. You immediately avert your eyes, desperate to disappear into thin air. The constant presence of Rafe basically ensured that whenever you crossed paths, all of you would just look the other way.  

“(Y/N)?” you hear the familiar voice as the van slows down beside you. You hesitate before looking up, meeting the gaze of John Booker Routledge. You’re grateful it is only him in the van, seeing all the faces that represented your old life would be too overwhelming while you were in this state. You don’t slow down your pace, but he drives slowly alongside you awaiting a response. All that you do is quickly glance up with a forced smile, panic rushing over you as you think of what Rafe would say if he knew who you were talking to.

“(Y/N)… are you okay?” he asks, noticing the blood running down your shins and unsteady steps. “I’m great.” you reply, eyes glued to the road ahead of you. Your voice comes out sounding harsh. You feel a pang of guilt, but you’re not the same girl that John B remembers. You’ve become detached and full of anger — ready to unleash it on anyone in an instant.

“I can’t let you walk home like this.” he states with a sigh, looking between you and the road as he drives alongside you.

“You’re not letting me do anything,” you retort. “Besides, Rafe would beat the shit out of you if he found out.”

John B scoffs, “I’m not scared of your boyfriend.” You should be, you think to yourself. “And besides, I don’t see him anywhere.”

That comment caused you to stop in your tracks and stiffen up. John B hits the brakes. You constantly craved Rafe’s presence and standing on the side of the road bloody and bruised and practically sober, you never felt more alone.

“Shut up, Booker.” you almost whisper. His eyes softened at the use of his middle name that he only ever let you call him by, “Listen, I’m sorry. Just let me take you home.”

You think the faster you get home, the faster you make it to the medicine cabinet. So you get in.

What would’ve been a 30 minute walk was just a short 6 minute drive. Silence had filled the space between you and the boy who you once called your best friend. After what seemed like forever, your large blue house finally came into view. You were prepared to make a quick exit with just a simple ‘thank you’ but John B sighed as he put the car in park, obviously wanting to say something.

“(Y/N), I know it’s been almost two years but—” you cut him off, “We’re not doing this. Thank you for the ride but, we are not doing this.”

You manage to open the passenger door slightly so you can make a swift escape from the last conversation you want to have but John B reaches over you, slamming it shut and making you flinch which doesn’t go unnoticed. “Please let me say this.” he pleads. You sit there staring at your hands as he continues, “We never stopped caring about you. I don’t care where you are, or who you are with. Pogues for life… I don’t care how much of a kook you or everybody else thinks you are.”

You shake your head, “You think you know everything.” you recycle the words you had just heard from your boyfriend, “You don’t know shit.”

“You’re wrong.” he replies, “I know you, (Y/N).”

You break your gaze from your hands, looking at him in the eye for the first time. The words come out soft and sort of sad, “Not anymore.”

You exit the car and begin to walk towards the door of your cold and harsh home.

“(Y/N)!” John B shouts. You spin on your heels, with a sigh. What more can be said, you think. “You know where to find us… if you ever need anything.” With that, he drives away.

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You collected the pills that you hoped would make you forget the events that took place and snuck into your bedroom. Leaning against the counter of your ensuite bathroom, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Someone with messy hair, smudged makeup, and bloodshot eyes stares back at you. But what caught your attention was the hand shaped bruise that was beginning to form on your jaw. Your fingertips graze over the area as tears form in your eyes. You suddenly felt sick to your stomach. It wasn’t Rafe’s violent nature that scared you. It was realizing that no matter what he did, you would still love him. You pop the pills and head to bed.

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The sunlight peeking through your blinds wakes you up. With your head pounding, you reach for the aspirin that you kept on standby as this is how you were left feeling most mornings. Reaching for your phone, you hoped to god that you had messages from Rafe. 

No new notifications, just your lockscreen with a picture of you and him kissing from last year's Midsummers staring back at you. Unlocking your phone, you open your contacts. Scrolling to the letter ‘B’ you find the contact information that has laid idle for nearly two years. ‘Booker.’

You stare at the name for what seemed like hours, something inside you willing you to be brave and reach out.

Before that voice got too loud, it was interrupted by your ringtone. ‘RAFE♥’ spread across the screen and your heart rate picked up. You eagerly answered, “Hello?”

“Hi baby girl. Can you be ready in 15 minutes?” he asks, “I just picked up from Barry’s and we’re going to spend the day on the boat I think.”

You hesitate, remembering what it was you almost did mere seconds before you received Rafe’s call. “(Y/N)?”

You snap back into reality, “Yeah, I’ll be waiting on my dock.” you confirm.

“That’s my girl.” you smile at his words, “And hey, sorry about what went down last night. We were both really fucked up.” he chuckles.

You had forgiven Rafe before he even said the words, “Don’t worry about it.”

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Rafe.”

[hood-ex]

Your writing is so good and I loved that de-aged Tim fic :) If you’re still taking drabble prompts, could you please do either 114: “Oh my god, that’s a severed hand.” or 139: “The store was having their post-Easter sale so now I have a pantry full of cheap candy.” with Tim and Bruce?

LOL, Ren, you sent me this prompt like 2 years ago and I’m only just now finishing it. So fuckin sorry about that!! But hey, better late than never… right… alskjdla. I suck. Anyways, enjoy! 

Tim gripped the edge of his mask and carefully peeled it off his skin. He blinked away the tightness lingering around his eyes from the dried glue and threw the mask down by his feet where his tunic, gloves, and pants were clumped together. 

He always felt a little ridiculous whenever he had to change out of his costume in the car. Mostly because he kneed himself in the face an ungodly amount of times while taking his pants off. Bruce had it even worse with the Batman suit, hence why they tried to avoid mobile wardrobe changes as much as possible. 

Tonight’s impromptu wardrobe change was all thanks to Damian. The kid had been spewing his demon germs all over the manor since yesterday, and he’d polished off the last of his cough syrup around dinner. Since Alfred was busy making sure Damian didn’t die of his nasty sickness, Tim was the one who had to go fetch Damian some medicine from Walgreens.

The problem was that they weren’t carrying any cash, and obviously, Batman couldn’t be seen using Bruce Wayne’s credit card. Since Tim had the easier costume to get out of, Bruce decided Tim would be the one to go in and buy the medicine.

Tim was in the middle of putting on a white shirt when he heard a sharp gurgle that overpowered the rmm-rmm-rmm of the batmobile’s engine. He placed his hand on his noisy stomach and rubbed gentle circles over the freshly bruised skin.

“Can we stop at a Batburger? Peter’s hungry.”

Bruce, who was bobbing his head along to “Paint It Black,” paused. His cowl was off, and Tim blatantly stared at Bruce’s disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes. The dark bags he was sporting didn’t help the fact that he looked like a raccoon heading to an AA meeting.

Bruce blinked once, twice, and then sighed deeply through his nose. “Who’s Peter?”

“My stomach,” Tim said. “You didn’t hear him talking just now?”

“Hnn.”

“You and Peter would probably get along since you both speak in monosyllables.”

The crease between Bruce’s brow made an appearance. “Why are you personifying your stomach?”

Tim kicked his feet up on the dash. He’d have to clean off his muddy shoe prints before Alfred noticed. “Because I’m not me when I’m hungry.”

Judging by the deep frown on Bruce’s face, it was likely he’d never seen a Snickers commercial before. What a waste of a joke. Tim would have to save that one for the next time he went on patrol with Dick.

“Grab a snack while you’re in there,” Bruce said. He pulled the batmobile over into an isolated area that was a block away from the Walgreens.

“Sweet. You want anything?” Tim asked.

“No.”

Tim hopped out of the car. “Suit yourself. I’ll be back in twenty.”

He shut the door and then sprinted down the uneven cracks of the sidewalk, praying he wouldn’t catch his foot in a pothole and go flying. The lack of light certainly didn’t help with that problem. Seriously, did all the street lamps on this block spontaneously bust or what?

By some miracle, he made it to the store unscathed. He walked through the automatic doors, squinting his eyes to protect them from the bright fluorescent lights.

The lady at the register was a middle-aged brunette who looked like she was about to fall asleep on her feet. She regarded Tim with a quick look and threw out a greeting in a tone that didn’t match her expression whatsoever. Tim gave his fellow graveyard shift worker a nod and then made a beeline for the medicine section.

It took him way longer than it should have to meticulously scan each shelf to find the cough syrup, and when he did find the cough syrup, he had a crisis over which flavor to get. They had strawberry, cherry, and grape. What the hell would Damian like the most? All he knew was that Damian was a vegetarian. He didn’t know shit about what kind of fruit the kid liked, and he’d never really seen Damian eat a lot of candy either.

The more Tim stared at the bottles, the more he was aware that Bruce was waiting for him in the car. His hand twitched anxiously between each option until he decided he’d just choose the old fashioned way.

“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go. My mother told me to pick the very best one and you are it!”

His finger landed on the grape flavor. Tim shrugged at the result and snatched it off the shelf. If Damian didn’t like it, he could just suck it up and pinch his nose while he swallowed it.

With that out of the way, Tim headed to the candy aisle. Even though a bag of chips would have probably been more filling, he wasn’t in the mood for something super salty. He figured he might as well indulge his sweet tooth a little since Alfred would probably have some kind of leftover nutritious sandwiches that he could eat at home.

The candy aisle was full of both regular candy and Halloween themed candy, even though Halloween was still two months away. Tim thought he wanted something chocolatey like a Kit Kat until he saw a bunch of Halloween gummies.

While he was deciding between the two, his stomach growled. Tim frowned and rubbed soothing circles over it.

“Hush, Peter. Your father works long, grueling hours, and he’s trying his best to decide what candy is best for you.”

Peter gurgled again as if in protest. Tim ignored it and debated playing the eeny, meeny, miny, moe game again to choose. Fuck it he thought and swiped the Halloween gummy mystery pack. He could get Kit Kats any day of the week, but Halloween gummies were seasonal. Might as well take advantage of it now. He probably wouldn’t make it out to a store during October since it was always crazier than usual that month.

Decision made, he went to the front and got checked out by the same lethargic looking worker he’d greeted earlier. With the goodies secured in the plastic bag that was clutched in his grip, Tim took off into the night back to where the batmobile was hiding.

Bruce must have seen him coming because the door opened up for him as soon as he was close enough. Tim climbed in, noting that Bruce was now tapping his hands against the wheel to the beat of some Hindi song.

“Did they have it?” Bruce asked. He waited for Tim to buckle himself in before driving off.

“Yup!” Tim said while digging through the bag. He pulled out his candy and waved it in Bruce’s peripheral. “Annnd I got these bad boys. You want one?”

Bruce glanced at the bag and scrunched his nose. “What are they?”

“Let’s see here,” Tim said. He ripped open the bag and worked on opening one of the individually wrapped pieces of candy. “It’s a…” he paused, staring at the white and red piece of candy that came out of the wrapper. “Oh my god.” He held it out in front of his face and smacked on the overhead light to get a better look at it. “It’s a severed hand!”

Tim placed the severed hand on top of Bruce’s shoulder. “Look, it’s comforting you.”

“Hn.”

“Don’t you feel comforted, B?”

“By gelatin and artificial dyes?” Bruce asked with a raised brow. “No.”

Tim grabbed the gummy off its perch and plopped it in his mouth. “Peter finds it comforting.” The taste of the gummy didn’t hit until Tim bit into it. “Oh, gross!” he said while forcing the bland gummy down his throat with a grimace.

“You know,” Bruce said, a rare grin on his face, “I don’t think he does.”

Even though Tim’s mouth tasted like rubbery ass now, he grinned back.