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Hey, I love your Batfam work! Is there any chance you could do a whump/angst one of batsis being kidnapped by a villian(you can choose whoever you want) and she’s tortured for days with it being broadcasted to the Batfam while they try to track the footage. I feel kinda bad but can you do maybe some head trauma md severe burns? Maybe she has to be put in a medically included coma or smth because of the damage? Also is there any way you could include Barb and Duke along w/ the four robins? If not that’s totally cool! Sorry for the long request but I hope you have a great day!!

Anonymous Requested: batfam x batsib reader whos the youngest and newest robin and is just really goofy and doesn’t take anything seriously (ex: them blaring “who’s the (bat)man” on the comms during patrol [that songs stuck in my head i had to mention it]) and something happens, maybe their first close encounter to death or a run in with the joker and they just become a shell of who they were and stuff

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Note: My god im so sorry this literally took me forever to write, thank you so much for being patient. I've been trying to write this all week but just couldn't sit down for long enough to finish it.

Warnings: Torture, blood, burns.

Word Count: 2.5k

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“Y/N, turn that shit off.”

Jason grumbled at you over the coms. You had been blasting some wretched song that you’d found on the internet over and over again and it was beginning to drive him mad.

“Nope.” You said, popping the ‘p’ loudly.

“Seriously.” Dick deadpanned. He had found it amusing at first, but it was now beginning to test his patience.

Agitated, you sighed and turned off the music. “Fine.”

“Thank you.” Jason expressed gratefully, turning his eyes back to the road he was patrolling. The night was cool and quiet besides the odd dog walker or couple returning from an evening out. It was one of those nights where patrol would end early and he could return home to take a warm bath and read a book before turning in for the night. Or so he thought.

You were rounding the corner, humming that tune that was still stuck in your head when his laughter ricocheted across the walls. You stiffened, eyes widening and hands fumbling for your weapon as your breath hitched. No amount of turning and craning your head allowed you to catch a glimpse of the dreaded figure, and you thought for a moment that perhaps it had just been a trick of your mind, or one of your brothers playing a cruel joke on you as payback for winding them up earlier. But then you heard it again, only this time to your left. You clutched your weapon tighter, eyes scanning the area with a new found sense of urgency.

“Wing…” You whispered into the coms so quietly that you were surprised he heard it.

“What now?” He somewhat snapped.

“We have a problem.”

Dick’s heart sank through the floor, his ears pricking up and his demeanour changing completely. “Where are you? What’s the matter? He was trying to let his panic show, but you hadn’t been patrolling as a vigilante for very long, and while you were well trained, you lacked the experience to deal with something big on your own. And from your tone of voice, he could tell that you were in some deep shit.

Jason worked his legs harder to push himself to reach the direction he had seen you head off in. Albeit it seemed even his hardest wasn’t enough.

When he stepped out of the darkness, the first thing you noticed were his eyes. Wide and bright, easily mistakable for a cat’s as they flashed in the darkness; wild. Rabid. As he emerged fully with that infamous twisted grin splayed out on his face, you felt like a cornered animal; a deer in headlights. You froze, unable to move despite how your heart screamed at you to run as it pounded, trying to break free from your ribcage.

“He’s here…” A mere whisper sliding over your tongue, so fragile that you weren’t even sure if you had actually said it aloud. Jason had heard it.

“Who?”

The Joker was circling you now, dragging out his strides in lazy circles. You should have fought but in that moment all of your training had drained out of you, along with the colour in your face. He smirked, leering down upon you as you tried to keep your trembling hand still. He pouted in mockery and at your silence, Jason repeated his question to you, but you never got the chance to respond.

“Oh…Just an old friend, Jay-bird.”

“Joker.” Urging his body to move faster, Jason grit his teeth.

Dick paled. “You leave them alone.” Dick spat. It tried to be a command, but the effect was lost somewhere in transmission.

The joker pursed his lips, tilting his head as he analysed. One of his hands had found his way to your jawline and he trailed it with a cold, gloved hand. You wanted to lean away, to run and find your brother but you knew that now he had you in his grasp there was no point in even trying. “And why would I do that? They’re right in front of me. I could just…snatch them up.”

“Don’t you dare!” Dick was frightened now. “Y/N, you stay there as long as you can, okay? You fight. We’re coming, you hear?”

The Joker frowned at you. “D’you hear that? Big brother birdy coming to the rescue. How sweet.”

His grip on you tightened. “Too bad you’ll be long gone by the time they get here.”

With one swift motion, he had thrown you harshly to the side, your head colliding with the wall with a sickening crack.

The two boys skidded to a halt just a second too late. You were already gone.

Your head hurt when you woke up. Your eyes squinted against the sterile light. They did no favours to your pounding headache. With a groan, you tried to twist, to roll over and soothe the crook in your neck but instead all that happened was the jinging of a metal chain. You craned your head and spotted the thick chain that had been wrapped around your wrist, confining you to the chair. Struggling, you tugged on them, trying to free yourself only for them to rattle and scrape against your skin.

“Yeah, that’s not going anywhere, birdy.” The joker chided.

You glared at him through narrowed eyes, trying to mask the thumping of your heart. The joker grinned wildly at your frightened complexion.

“It was such a shame that Grayson and Todd didn’t get to you in time, but it was far too easy to catch you, little bird: you completely froze.” He snapped his fingers to emphasise his point. “Didn’t batsy teach you better?”

“Don’t talk about them.” You snapped.

The joker raised his hands, palms facing toward you in surrender: taunting you as if you were the one with the power in the situation. “Touchy subject I see. Too bad.”

He gestured above you to an incessantly blinking light. “Smile for the camera, you’re live.”

Babs had been monitoring the street cameras when the computer beside her flickered to life. She had been searching for any sign of you ever since Dick and Jason came flying through the grandfather clock. Everyone was on edge.

The moment the screen flashed on, her eyes perked up to watch it, alarmed. She hadn’t turned it on. And there were very few people who could bypass the caves system. So when she saw a small frame curled up in a chair she knew immediately what was up.

“Duke…” she called to the dark haired boy who was trying to help decipher your whereabouts. “Go and get B.”

It did not take long at all for everyone to gather around in the cave. Duke was fast, and everyone dropped what they were doing to race down: even Alfred had taken his leave from his duties to see.

It was almost like some sick irony because as soon as they were all there, you began to scream. A guttering, perfect scream that cut that through them like a knife: unclean and pinging into them messily again and again.

The joker had taken a knife to your left thigh, his smile dripping with malice as he watched the camera, somehow knowing that at least one of them would be watching.

Your face was contorted in pain, twisting in agony as tears rolled flatly down your cheeks from fearful eyes. Damian felt sick, his stomach churning. Jason wanted to leave. But all of them were stuck watching. Barbra was tapping away, trying to locate the signal from the video to no avail.

“I hope you’re watching this Batsy…” He moved round to trail your face with the edge of the knife. You whimpered. “I’ve got your little bird here and I must say, you need to work on their training. They were far too easy to catch.”

Bruce felt his jaw tightening and Tim had to place a hand on his arm to remind him of his place.

“Anyway I thought we would play a little game… how long can little y/n survive for. I wonder if it’ll be any longer than our very own Jason Todd.”

Jason twitched.

“I’m testing you here, Bat. Tick Tock.”

The transmission cut to black.

It seemed hopeless. Even though they had been searching for days, they were no closer to finding you. And to make matters worse, they could see you. Not long after the first transition ended did it start up again. It had been lifestreaming since then, and although they had tried to block it from their minds, it was hard to ignore. Especially when your agonised screams ricocheted throughout the halls.

You looked like hell. Dark bags occluded under your eyes and there wasn’t an inch of your skin that wasn’t marred or stained with drying blood. The burns were worse. Damian could still hear the scream you let out when the joker first brought the hot poker to your skin. It had bubbled and blistered as the skin peeled away; you had thrashed against your restraints violently. Tim was certain that they were going to get infected if they didn’t reach you soon.

It felt as if they had searched everywhere. Dick and Jason had even asked around to see if anyone had heard anything, going as far to talk to the Jokers closest associates in Arkham, but even if they did know, nobody said anything. Duke had even gone as far to go back to the area to use his powers to see if he could trace anything, but nothing seemed out of place; they had hit a brick wall. That was…until a small light appeared on the monitor. Babs had managed to trace the signal to a small building on the outskirts of the city.

They were suited up in minutes, making a beeline for the building. They stormed it, recklessly taking down the Joker's goons before Batman chased wildly after the Joker, his face stony and his fists burning with anger. The other four boys chased down the winding corridors, flinging open the doors until they found one that was locked. Tim wasted no time, picking the lock with ease he peeled it open. His breath hitched when he saw you.

Your face was gaunt, hanging low by your chest. Your suit was torn and there was less of it on your body than there was ripped away. You looked so fragile as your chest heaved sporadically.

Jason nearly had to take a step back. This place reminded himself too much of his own encounter with the Joker not too long ago. But he pressed forward, fighting his instincts. He had to be strong. Instead of turning back, he kneeled in front of you, whispering your name. His hand came up to cup your face. You flinched away.

“It’s okay kid. It’s us.” He tried to reassure you, but you shrank back into yourself.

“We’re so, so sorry kiddo.” Dick tried placing a gentle hand on your arm before moving to work on the cuffs around your wrists. ��We’re going to get you out.”

You said nothing, just continued to stare at the black space before you, and Dami wasn’t sure if you even knew they were in front of you. But when Jason moved away from you to help remove your restraints, your fingers latched onto him and you squeaked in protest.

He sighed shakily. “Don’t worry kid. I’m not going anywhere.”

Damian twisted from where he was guarding the door. “We need to leave.”

Dick nodded bluntly, finishing with the last of the locks. “I’m going to have to pick you up, okay sweetheart?”

You barely registered what he had said. Everything had grown numb, you nodded anyhow. Moving his arms underneath your legs and slipping one arm behind your back, Jason began to lift you. He nearly recoiled when you cried and whimpered with the way your wounds jostled as he sprinted out of the building to get you back to safety.

You were yet to say anything since you came home. You had been back a few days and your wounds were healing up nicely thanks to Alfred’s handywork, but the air was eerily silent around you. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t been communicating with them; you spoke to them with gestures or writing but no one was used to not hearing your voice. The stark contrast between your loud and bustling personality and you now was unsettling. No one wanted to push you too far but the manor was beginning to grow lonely.

It was one particularly rainy night when you finally spoke. You were curled up in a large armchair by the window in the library, sinking back into the plush leather as you watched the raindrops race down the glass. Jason had been watching you from afar, contemplating whether to talk to you or not when he walked over.

“What are you up to?” He asked you, making sure you knew that he was there before he spoke.

You gestured toward the window,then to the half opened book at your feet and shrugged.

“I see.” He nodded, taking a seat on the armchair opposite you. A comfortable silence settled between the two of you. Jason wasn’t much of a talker. He knew more than anyone what you were going through, which was why it was nice just to know that he was willing to sit with you, just so you knew that he was there if you needed him. It made you feel safe. But you also couldn’t help but feel guilty, and frustrated with yourself for being in a place that made him feel as though he had to do that.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Jason had to do a second take. His heart swelled. “What for?”

You sighed. “This. When I saw him…i-i froze. If I had run then this would never have happened.”

“Shh. This isn’t your fault.”

“But-”

“I promise, Kid. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You nodded, looking away from him. But then you furrowed your brows and turned back to him. “How did you do it? How did you deal with this, Jay? Every time I close my eyes he’s there.”

“I guess I don’t, really. Or sometimes it feels like I don’t. I still get scared sometimes. I still see him in my dreams. But over time it gets easier. I had people around me to help me. And so do you, kid. We’re here. We’ll always be here.”

Jason shifted to brush away a rogue tear and you leaned into his touch and then wrapped your arms tightly around his middle.

“I’m here. Always. We’ll get through this together.”

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littlexdeaths · 23 days

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scotty doesn’t know - e.m.

eddie munson x fem reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: no use of y/n, cheating, protected piv sex, light degradation kink, spanking, phone sex kinda?, shitty boyfriend behavior, mentions of alcohol/partying, some angst, all characters are 18+!

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based on scotty doesn’t know by lustra

a/n: i’ve worked so hard to spruce up this series and i’m so excited to be reposting it for you all. be on the lookout for the next two parts. this fic is my actual baby, and it means so much to me. i hope you all enjoy xx.

word count: 4.3k

It had started out as mostly a joke, a proposition that he never imagined you’d actually take him up on.

You always thought Eddie Munson, the town ‘freak’ was incredibly attractive, not that you’d ever voice that opinion to anyone. Mostly due to the fact that you had a boyfriend, who in the eyes of everyone in Hawkins— was the definition of perfect.

Scott McGuire was a great boyfriend… on the surface.

He was a star basketball player, friends with the most popular people in school. His family was loaded, despite being from a small town like Hawkins. He drove a Mercedes, and made you feel so special. When he had asked you out halfway through your junior year, you were over the moon.

And in the beginning of your relationship, you were beyond smitten with him. But after a year of dating him, you’d come to realize he was nothing you had wanted.

Scott was arrogant, vain and downright cruel. His biggest flaw being that he took absolute pleasure in causing pain to others. The main target of his rage was Eddie and his band of ‘freaks’. His best friend Jason was right by his side, constantly tormenting the group. But always Eddie more so than anyone else. You never enjoyed it, always finding a way to escape the moment an insult (or a punch) was thrown his way.

Despite all of this, you felt pressured to stay with him.

Your parents absolutely adored him and so did your friends. Most of which were the girlfriends of his friends. Your lives had become so interwoven you felt trapped. So to appease everyone else in your life, you continued the relationship. Even though you knew you didn’t love him.

In your eyes he was, all around, the worst boyfriend you could have landed… especially when it came to sex.

Scott was terrible in bed.

He only wanted you on his terms, only caring about his wants and needs. And in the year you’d been with him, he’d never made you come. Not once. At first you thought something was wrong with you, that you were broken.

But the more you talked with your friends on the cheer squad, the quicker you began to realize it was a Scott problem. Not a you problem. So you started faking it, your little act becoming so good that you even deluded yourself into believing it sometimes.

But that was how you got yourself into this predicament in the first place.

You were at a party at Chrissy’s, a celebration for the basketball team making it to the state championship. Initially you wanted to stay home, as parties were never something you enjoyed. But you knew how bad it would look if you didn’t show. So you went, swallowing your pride with a fake smile plastered across your face.

You let yourself fall into the role of the proud, doting girlfriend. You knew how to play it well, as it was second nature to you at this point.

At some point during the night Scott had pulled you into a random bedroom, with the promises of rocking your world. Those promises fell short, as they always did. Scott had you propped up on the unmade bed, gripping your hips as he pounded sloppily into you. The fake moans that left your lips somehow had convinced you both that you were enjoying yourself.

That is until the door swung open and a semi-tipsy Eddie Munson stumbled upon the scene. He was originally looking for the bathroom, much to the embarrassment of you both. You couldn’t hide the shame that flitted across your features, or stop your moans from faltering slightly.

Scott miraculously didn’t notice the intrusion as he continued to thrust into you, your fake moans continuing to fill the small bedroom. Your eyes were locked with Eddie’s as he stood frozen in the doorway. The two of you just stared at each other for a few moments, before he snapped out of whatever stupor he was in and quickly left the room.

You figured nothing would come from it, except for a new found embarrassment every time you saw him in class. But what you didn’t expect was for him to seek you out in study hall that following Monday.

You were in the library, searching for a new book to read when he cornered you. His curls were wild, that faded Hellfire shirt hugged his broad shoulders nicely. A playful smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as you tried not to stare. But those brown eyes seemed to look right through you.

“You know, I’ve seen better acting in pornos.” He spoke softly, as not to embarrass either of you.

Or to alert Ms. Hall, the school librarian.

She was such a hard ass, especially when it came to talking in the library. You had hoped that maybe Eddie would’ve been too drunk to remember what happened at the party. Or both of you would ignore the situation.

But that clearly wasn’t the case. You can feel the embarrassment coursing through you as you actively avoided his curious gaze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Munson,” you sneer before turning on your heel, grabbing a random book off the shelf in the process.

You clutch the paperback closer to your chest as you quickly try to escape the conversation.

He doesn’t let you get very far though, trailing behind you before taking a seat next to you at one of the study tables.

“I mean it must be frustrating, faking it all the time,” he continues nonchalantly, resting a ringed hand next to yours on the table.

His fingertips drum against the faux wood, as you struggle to think of a reply. But your continued silence and flustered appearance spoke volumes as you began to fiddle with the frayed hem of your dress.

Eddie leans in closer, letting his breath fan across your face. The smell of his spicy cologne and a hint of smoke engulfs your senses, making your head spin.

He hums softly, keeping his voice low, “Just doesn’t seem fair. Any decent guy would make sure you were being treated well.”

You could feel his body heat due to the close proximity, biting your lip as you stopped yourself from leaning against him.

“He does treat me well,” you whisper back, glancing down at the book as you begin flipping through the pages.

Eddie scoffs at the notion as his hand reaches out to close the cover again. His fingertips brush against yours in the process, the small touch sending tingles down your spine.

The male glances around the mostly empty library before he leans in closer. His lips nearly graze the shell of your ear as you hold your breath in anticipation. Eddie chuckles deeply, enjoying just how flustered he’s made you.

“Well, if you want to know what it’s like to be properly taken care of…” he trails off, as you let out a shaky breath. “You know where to find me, sweetheart.”

The promise behind his words instantly makes your thighs clench together. Watching in stunned silence as he quickly gets up and strolls out of the library.

Those words sat with you for days, taunting you.

Finding yourself utterly frustrated, in more ways than one. You just couldn’t shake how badly you wanted to take him up on that offer. Morally, you knew it was wrong— you had a boyfriend.

But there was something that felt so right about it.

Despite your initial reservations, you very quickly found yourself in the back of Eddie’s van. Your legs were flung over his shoulders, your fingers tangled in his curls as his tongue had you seeing stars. It became blatantly obvious from your first time together that there was no way this could be a one time thing.

So you compromised, agreeing to meet up once a week. But only on Sundays, when you could give Scott the excuse of going to church with your parents. Ironically your family was not the church going type, but your boyfriend never questioned it.

However the longer you snuck around with Eddie, the more insatiable you became. Until it was almost a daily occurrence that you were under him, begging him to show you everything you were missing out on. It had surprised the both of you, but Eddie was more than happy to oblige.

But the constant sneaking around meant you couldn’t exclusively fuck in the back of his van anymore. Causing the both of you to become more creative in the process.

More than once you’d pull him under the bleachers in the gym once basketball practice ended. His ringed fingers tangled in your hair as you dropped to your knees. Or he’d bend you over the table in the drama room after a Hellfire campaign, dice and crushed cans of Mountain Dew falling off the table with each thrust of his hips.

But it still wasn’t enough, which led you to take more drastic measures.

You were on all fours, fingers clutching your floral bed sheets as Eddie pounded into you from behind.

Your parents were gone for the weekend to celebrate their wedding anniversary. Which left you with the house all to yourself, something that didn’t happen often. So this was an opportunity you didn’t want to pass up. Dialing his number before you even got out of bed that morning.

Regardless of his not so stellar reputation, it didn’t seem to sway a lot of women in Hawkins. And despite what Scott might have told you, Eddie has had plenty of sexual partners before. As many jumped at the chance to see if the rumors about the local freak were true. Which only seemed to fuel more rumors about the metalhead.

But out of everyone he had ever slept with— you were by far the neediest of them all.

Eddie couldn’t deny that he loved it. Knowing he was the only one who could turn you into a crying, blubbering mess. Not even seemingly perfect Scotty McGuire could make you feel this way. He would pay to see the look on his face if he could see just how wrecked you were.

Tears of pleasure streaming down your cheeks as you begged the town freak to fuck you harder.

“Look at you, such a needy little slut,” he chuckles, condensation lacing his tone. “Couldn’t even wait a whole day for my cock, huh?”

Eddie was by far the biggest guy you’ve ever had, and he certainly knew how to use it. His cock reached places inside you that you didn’t know existed until now. So it was no surprise that you didn’t want to wait another day to see him again.

But deep down you knew that wasn’t the only reason you had called him over. However, you weren’t entirely ready to have that conversation with yourself yet.

“I… shit,” you mewl, finding yourself at a loss for words as he increased his pace.

Pathetic whines spill past your lips with each thrust of his hips, your walls gripping him tightly. Pleasure coursed through you as he brought you closer and closer to the edge. A mixture of your arousal and his spit was smeared across your thighs. A reminder of where he’d been slotted between them earlier.

“Aww, come on, sweetheart,” he teases, nipping at your ear as he slows to a more gradual pace. “Be a good girl and tell me who’s making you feel so good.”

The orgasm that had been building in your abdomen suddenly fizzles out as he stills his hips at your deepest point. You nearly cry out in defeat as he lands a harsh slap on your ass.

You knew the rules by now, he needed to hear you.

“Y-You… fuck you are, Eddie.” He hummed in response, guiding your hips forward.

“That’a girl.”

The drag of his cock has you whining, the sound quickly being drowned out by the phone on your bedside table. You fully intended to ignore the shrill ringing as you began grinding your ass back against him. But he grips your hips to stop any further movement.

“Answer it.”

Your eyes widen as you glance over your shoulder at him, bewilderment crossing your features. There’s a smirk playing on his lips as he lands another slap on your ass, “That wasn’t a suggestion, sweetheart.”

You quickly fumble for the phone, not wanting this to end so soon. You’d come to realize just how much Eddie enjoyed teasing you the more you slept together. But you’d had enough teasing for one day.

So you place the receiver against your ear, trying to calm your erratic breathing, “H-Hello?”

You mentally curse yourself for the way your voice shakes, feeling your stomach drop at the voice on the other end of the line.

“You alright, babe? You sound winded,” you can hear the slightest bit of suggestiveness in his tone, having to stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

This was something you’d come to expect from Scott, the male always finding a way to bring sex into every conversation. Despite knowing he was actually spot on this time, only it wasn’t your fingers that were buried inside you.

But what you didn’t anticipate was for Eddie to start thrusting back into you at a leisurely pace. You bite down onto your lower lip for a moment before you laugh, the sound not at all genuine. But Scott couldn’t tell the difference, he never paid enough attention.

“I’m great, Scott.” Your breath hitches in your throat as Eddie’s lips graze over your shoulder, “J-Just in the middle of a… workout.”

You hear Eddie laugh softly behind you, the male on the other end blissfully unaware of the kind of workout you were currently engaged in. Despite your initial reservations about answering the phone, you couldn’t deny the rush it gave you. Almost wanting to be caught like this.

“You still swinging by the party tonight?” Scott asks, as you continue to pulse around Eddie’s thick shaft.

His thrusts deepen, slipping a hand between your thighs to rub your sensitive clit. Your thoughts are completely jumbled as you try to stay engaged with the conversation. But it’s proving to be difficult.

“P-Party?” You breathe out, gripping the receiver tighter in your palm.

You can hear your boyfriend’s annoyed sigh, knowing he was rolling his eyes as your own rolled into the back of your head. Eddie grunts softly in your other ear as he rams into your sweet spot. It took every bit of your remaining self restraint to not moan directly into the phone.

“It’s Tommy’s birthday. I told you about it last week,” he huffs, clearly no longer amused.

You vaguely recall the conversation, but lately you’d found yourself tuning him out more and more. Having much more important things to occupy your attention.

“Right! No, I remember now.” Your words come out whinier than you intended, but Scott doesn’t seem to notice.

You were getting close, and Eddie knew it too.

“So? Are you coming?”

Eddie stifles another laugh at the unintended joke.

He quickly wraps his ringed fingers around the base of your throat and lifts you, so your back is now flush against his sweaty chest. The new angle allows him to slip even deeper inside, causing a gasp to escape you. You quickly disguise it as a cough, before answering your boyfriend.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. Listen, I-I gotta go. See you tonight.”

You hang up the phone before he even has a chance to respond. The loud moan that was trapped in your throat is finally set free, earning a groan from the male behind you.

Eddie’s disheveled curls began tickling your face as he leaned toward your ear again, “Bet he didn’t suspect a damn thing, huh?”

You can hear the smugness in his tone, whimpering as he puts more pressure on your clit.

“Cause he can’t make you feel the way I do. Can he, sweetheart?” You frantically nod your head before letting it fall back onto his shoulder.

You know you can’t hold out for much longer, and judging by the way his cock twitches inside you— Eddie won’t either.

His lips attach themselves to the curve of your neck, sucking harshly as you tremble in his arms.

“Ed… f-fuck I’m gonna—” you are unable to finish your thought as that familiar wave of euphoria crashes over you.

He nearly growls as you cry out his name again and again, the sound being his undoing. He spills into the condom with a grunt of your name, his chest heaving as he buries himself at your deepest point. The sounds of his erratic breathing mixes with yours, filling the now quiet space of your bedroom. Feeling utterly weak in the best way possible.

And if his arms weren’t securely wrapped around your waist, you would’ve collapsed face first into the mattress.

You stay entangled like that for a few moments while you both come down from your highs. Enjoying the way his lips press against the curve of your shoulder.

Eddie’s actions are gentle now, carefully guiding your hips up to slip out of you. He coaxes you to lay on your back, a lazy smile playing on your lips as you gazed up at him. As amazing as the sex was, what came after was just as enjoyable.

Emotionally, your boyfriend was always unavailable.

Especially after a round in the sheets, he was particularly cold. In the year you’d been together Scott had never once held you or comforted you. It always left you with an overwhelming sense of shame— of feeling used.

So naturally you had expected the same kind of treatment from Eddie, as you had never experienced aftercare before. After that first time together you had begun to put your clothes back on, attempting to leave right away.

But he stopped you with a soft, “Don’t go.”

It didn’t take much convincing as you laid your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. He kept you tucked in his embrace for hours, fingertips dancing along your hip. From that moment on it was the same treatment. His affection only increased the more you fooled around.

Your eyes follow him as he rises from the bed to toss the condom in your trash bin. Giving Eddie the opportunity to finally take a look around your room.

You suddenly felt nervous as he made his way over to your record collection, flicking through the vinyls with the utmost care. While your popularity status had recently changed due to dating Scott, you always felt out of place amongst them. You could never be your full authentic self, in fear of rejection from your peers.

Eddie seemed to find a record that he liked, sliding it out of its sleeve and placing it on the turntable. It is quiet for a moment, the crackle of the record is almost comforting. Soon the beginning notes of the Labyrinth soundtrack fill that silence. You instantly feel shy, not expecting him to choose that album in particular.

Your boyfriend had teased you relentlessly for your love of David Bowie, always complaining about how weird he was. It made you feel ashamed to talk about any of your interests, most of which you’d hidden away in fear of being mocked.

But with that small act Eddie had proved, once again, that he was superior to Scott in every way imaginable.

He begins to hum along to the opening track, grabbing his boxers from the pile of your discarded clothes on the floor. Sliding the checkered material back over his legs, the fabric hanging low on his hips. You bite your lip as your eyes drift over his pale skin, zeroing in on the patch of hair that descended into his waistband.

“Keep giving me those eyes and we’re gonna have a problem, princess.” He teases, his smirk widening as he catches you ogling him.

You feel your body flush as he shoots you a playful wink before slipping into your adjoined bathroom. You hear the tap turn on, the rush of water mingling with the sultry baritone of Bowie’s vocals. You allow your body to relax against the mattress, a sense of calm washing over you.

Eddie wasn’t gone for long, emerging from the bathroom with a glass of water and a damp washcloth. He sets the glass on your nightstand, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. The male carefully parts your legs, pressing a kiss to your knee as he cleans up the mess of salvia and slick that has dried onto your thighs.

You let your eyes linger on his face, watching him in complete admiration. His cheeks are tinged pink, no doubt from the weight of your gaze. He’s also not used to being regarded with such gentleness.

Eddie sheepishly avoids your eyes as he stands, tossing the used cloth into your hamper. You scoot into a sitting position to take a few sips of water from the glass. Blatantly checking him out as he bends over to grab another piece of clothing from your carpeted floor.

“Arms up,” he instructs, allowing him to pull your oversized shirt over your head.

He quickly joins you again, causing a small giggle to escape you as he squeezes himself onto your twin sized mattress. The male grins, allowing you to drape your body over his. You tangle your limbs together, instinctively resting your head on his chest.

Your eyes flutter shut as you listen to the steady beat of his heart in your ear. A soft smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, feeling him press a kiss to the top of your head.

In moments like this, it was easy for you to pretend that Eddie Munson was all yours.

There were no worries about being caught, or what anyone in this god forsaken town had to say about it. But the more time you spent with him, the more you began to realize that you wanted him all to yourself.

You knew it was incredibly selfish, he didn’t deserve to be someone’s secret side piece. So you kept these newly emerging feelings to yourself.

“You feeling okay?” His voice cuts through your thoughts, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “I wasn’t too rough or anything, was I?”

Eddie’s tone was vastly different from how he’d spoken to you earlier, and yet it only made your adoration for him grow. Knowing he truly cared about your feelings, it wasn’t just a courtesy.

His hand gently caresses your sore ass, his fingertips continuing to ghost over the curve of your spine. The tenderness of his actions made you shiver as you nuzzled your face back into his chest.

“It was perfect.” You hum, voice echoing your contentment, “You were perfect.”

Gentle, rough or anything in between— you’d be grateful as long as it was with him.

You were sure he could feel the warmth that had begun to seep into your cheeks at your admission. Reaching out his hand to delicately grasp your chin, tilting your head up to meet his curious gaze.

But it wasn’t just curiosity that shone through his eyes.

There was something else. Something deeper simmering beneath the surface of his irises.

This was uncharted territory for you, as no one, not even your boyfriend had regarded you in such a way before. But that single look alone made your heart flutter rapidly against your ribs.

You both begin to lean in without realizing, lips brushing together as you cradle his jaw. This was something completely new for both of you. While you’d kissed plenty of times, it never happened after the sex ended.

This was quickly becoming a dangerous game, one neither of you had any intention of losing.

And as hard as you tried to avoid your feelings, you knew you were starting to fall for him. Which was the most dangerous game of them all.

Your lips continued to move against each other for what felt like forever, only breaking apart to catch your breath every so often. Kissing Eddie was just as addicting as every other part of him, and you never wanted it to end.

So you stayed like that for hours, stealing kisses in between gentle words. He told you about his home life with Wayne, how he’d listened and memorized every single chord of Master of Puppets until he got it right. Little things that made you understand exactly who Eddie Munson really was.

But time seemed to pass by in an instant, the evening sky bathing the walls of your room in a golden hue. A signal that it was time for him to leave.

You felt a tug on your heartstrings as you watched him slide open your bedroom window, desperately wishing the circumstances were different.

“Wait!” you call as he was already halfway through the window, flashing you a grin as you bounded over to him.

You press a searing kiss to his mouth as he cups your cheek, neither of you quite willing to be the first to pull away.

“I gotta go,” he tries to mask the disappointment in his tone, pressing one last kiss to your lips before slipping out of your window completely.

You watch as the male clumsily jumps down from the second story, his wallet chain jingling upon impact. Eddie takes a moment to steady himself before he turns back to glance up at you. Giving you a little bow before he’s off, cutting through your neighbors yard to get back to his van.

You can hear the blaring guitar of Quiet Riot as he starts up the engine, the rumble echoing in your ears as he takes off down the empty street.

Taking a little piece of your heart with him.

tagging some peeps who seemed interested 💕

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and a special shoutout to my bby @undead-supernova for always being my lil cheerleader ily 🫶🏻

#the freak writes 🫧#my series: scotty doesn’t know 🫧#eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson angst

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louloulemons-posts · 9 months

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I don't know if your requests are open, if not ignore this! But what about Eddie asking reader out at school, but his friends are laughing not so far away so they think it's a joke. They get really upset cause they liked Eddie and it ends up fluffy at the end!

Different Kind Of Chemistry

Eddie X Fem!Reader

Summary : Eddie asks reader out, but it doesn’t go as he planned.

Word Count : 1k

Warnings : Not proofread, 3am writing (again - i’m sorry), toothrotting fluff, minor angst, petnames, miscommunication, stupid teenage boys lmao, minor sad reader, cute mom, supportive hellfire besties.

A/N : Guys we hit 400 followers! Thank you all so much for the love and support it means so much to me, I can never thank you enough 🤍

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You’d always been the quieter type, keeping to a small and close group of friends. You weren’t cruel to others though, always kind. It made you known, but never popular. People liked you it was that simple.

You had your faults, you didn’t actively make friends, they had to come to you. That was your shyness taking over at times. The newest person trying to break through that was Eddie Munson.

Sitting down in your seat, you pull out your textbook and notes. “Hey Sweetheart,” a voice spoke, you looked up to meet a pair of brown eyes. “Hi Eddie, how are you?”

“Great, but how couldn’t I be? I get to sit next to the most beautiful girl for a whole hour!” he grinned, sliding into his own seat next to you. Rolling your eyes you couldn’t speak again as your teacher stood.

“Settle down, we’re doing some recapping on Organic Chemistry today. Chapter 15,” she said to you, turning to the board behind her to write some things.

Flicking open your book and notes, Eddie spoke again, “Hey Sweetheart.” You slid the book in between you, “Need a pen?”

He nodded and took the one from your hand, “You’re really my favourite person ever.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say Munson.”

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warm.

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Swapping some books between your locker, you shut it behind you and headed out of the school. “Sweetheart!” a voice called from behind you.

Pausing in your place, you turned to find Eddie jogging towards you. “Hey,” he said, once he was in front of you. “Hi, what’s up?” you asked.

“Oh … I um, I wanted to ask you something, if you have a minute?” he spoke. You heard some voices from behind him, his Hellfire friends.

“Yeah go for it,” you smiled, trying to focus on him. You could hear his friends whispering and sniggering from across the hall. “I was just wondering if maybe, and feel free to say no, if maybe you’d want to go on a date some time?”

“Go on Eds!” One of the boys spoke from behind him, making the others cackle. Eddie waved his hand as to shush them, but was unable to hide his own smile.

How could they be so mean? This was something you’d imagine Jason Carver and his friends did, not Eddie.

“Why are you being so cruel?” you asked.

“Sweetheart wha-” you didn’t let him finish. “You think it’s funny? To ask girls out? Embarrass them? I thought we were friends,” you scolded him, eyes watering.

“No, no you’ve got the wrong idea,” he tried to explained, but you were gone. Turning around and pushing through the door. “Shit,” he said to himself.

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“Woah man what happened?” Gareth asked. “I just blew my only chance with her,” Eddie spoke, rubbing his face with his palm.

“What do you mean?” Jeff questioned.

“She thought I was kidding.”

“We didn’t mean to make it come across that way man,” Gareth spoke.

“I know, but she didn’t. God, I messed up.”

Dustin tried to comfort him next, “Don’t worry man, we’ll fix this!”

“How?”

“Romantic gesture?”

“Oh yeah cause all of us have so much romantic knowledge.”

“Hey me and Mike have girlfriends!”

“She’s not like them,” Eddie wined.

“We’ll fix this man, let’s make plan,” Jeff offered, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

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Lay on your bed you sighed for the millionth time in the past minute. How could he be so cruel to you? What was the point of being your friend? Was it a bet?

You sat up, suddenly furious, were you a bet? How much were you worth? $15? $10? $1? You screamed in frustration.

“Honey! There’s someone here for you!”

“Coming!” You sighed, pushing yourself up off the bed and stomping your way out of your room.

“Have fun,” your mom said winking at you, walking past. You scrunched your brows in confusion, who could be here? Pulling the door open you were surprised who was stood there.

“Hi Sweetheart-“ you grabbed his hand and dragged him away from door. Stopping in front of his van, you inhaled deeply, “I pulled you away from the door because I don’t want my mom to see me mad.”

You inhaled again and then snapped, “What are you doing here? Embarrassing me in front of your friends isn’t enough?”

“Hey, first of all I’m sorry okay, but I’d love to explain if you’d let me.”

You hummed, nodding your head stiffly. “These are for you,” he said, handing you a bouquet. “Tulips,” you said softly.

“You said about them being your favourites, since you went to Amsterdam.” It’d been a passing comment, your Chem teacher had had a bouquet on her desk.

“You remembered?”

“I remember a lot of things you say. Anyways, I’m really sorry about my friends they were just teasing me. They didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“Right.”

“They know how much I like you and have not let me live down how much I’ve been pining over you.”

“I see.”

“Yeah, they walk me to Chem when they can, just so they can tease me from the door.”

“Oh,” you said gently.

“I’m really sorry we embarrassed you, we’re idiots. But I really hope I haven’t messed up completely, Sweetheart would you maybe considering going out on a date with me?”

“I’d love to.”

“I get if you don’t want to- What?”

“I’d really love to go on a date with you Eddie.”

He couldn’t contain his grin, which you matched. “Cool,” he said.

“Cool.”

“Well um … I’ll call you about it.”

“Great,” you said, standing on your tiptoes, pressing your lips to his cheek.

“Goodnight Eddie.”

“N-night Sweetheart.” You walked up your path and to the door, turning round you waved to him. He raised his own hand, seeming a bit stunned.

“So, he’s cute,” your mom said.

“Mom! Were you snooping?”

“Me? No! Pretty flowers honey,” she kissed your forehead and walked away smiling.

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A/N : Thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoyed it 🤍

Also I had another request and have had to leave it, I don’t really feel qualified to write about topics (eg SA) as I don’t feel like I have enough understanding and experience with it to write about it in a sensitive and proper way.

Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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inamindfarfaraway · 7 months

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I like how Jason answering "Haha, yeah!" to Max rhetorically asking if they should let Richie off with a warning seems like just a joke about how stupid Jason is, but then it turns out that without Max being a bad influence Jason and the other popular kids are actually good at heart and don't want to be cruel. A bigger hint is later when immediately after learning that Steph is cool with Pete, he also says that he is too before Max shuts him down. They will take any chance they can get to bully people less.

#i’m sad about jason now #nerdy prudes must die #npmd #npmd spoilers #hatchetfield

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tonixe · 1 year

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"Only for you"

n.o.t.e.s - BRO, HE IS SO FINE, also altered timeline not cannon to the movie.

w.a.r.n -📓 Nsfw, dub-con, penetration, p in the v, fingering, bathroom sex, and protected sex.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🔪 Jason Dean x Fem!reader

w.c. - 🎬1.7k

Y/N..

The savior of the Westerburg

You were the rival girl of Heathers, especially Heather Chandler. You were prettier, smarter and better dressed her not to mention the better attitude

It was a slap on the face for Heather, you shared 2 classes, and every time you walked past her, you can see her turn red just like her ribbon. You held your tray with whatever they served at lunch, the lunch ladies were nice to you, due to your good attitude and smile. You manage to get something much better than the school served.

Walking by Heather's table, where they sat near the jocks as they start catcalling you. You walked to the back of the cafeteria, where Martha's 'dump truck' was sitting, you did get some eyes from the whole cafeteria.

"Can I sit here?" you asked as you flashed her your signature smile.

The cafeteria went silent, as you heard whispering. Martha was shocked by what you said, she looked around to see if you were playing a cruel joke on her.

"No jokes, just friendship" You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, cocking your head to the side.

"U-um, s-sure!" she said quietly.

You sat down, and as you started eating your lunch, "Why sit in the back of the cafeteria, you don't get to see the action" you said, looking up from your tray.

"Nobody likes me, so I just resort here" she muttered. "I get it" you responded, biting into the sandwich.

You looked up, trying to find something amusing to take about with your new acquaintance, your eyes landing on a black-haired guy, sitting conveniently in the back as well. Wearing a trench coat over his clothes oddly enough.

As you brushed your fingers together on your tray, get rid of the crumbs off your fingers. "So who's the hot kid there" You pointed at him, winking at him too.

He waved to you.

"That's Jason Dean, he's been here for 5 months, not much new" she responded as ate her lunch.

"Gosh, how was I ignoring a hottie," you said

"He used to date, Veronica Sawyer" she piqued, "Oh really, I guess he's single right now," you declared, you got up from your chair leaving your lunch behind, walking towards the suspicious hottie.

"I guess you're the infamous Jason Dean" You place your hand on the table, cocking your body to the side.

"-And what do I owe you, wonder girl" he responded with a smile.

"More than what you think, if I could join you in what you doing," you asked him, butterflies were swimming in your stomach, you never really had this moment before even with the jocks that try to pin you to your locker.

"I should have brought you a throne" he teased, he combs his hair back with his fingers.

You laughed at the comment, putting your face in and your palms. Dipping your head towards Jason. "Are you single currently?" you whispered, you glanced back to see the Heathers and Veronica looking at you and JD.

"No, not currently you asking?" he responded, his eyes checking you out.

"Yea, how about a little date at Kekes" you proposed, "A cutie like you, should already have a girlfriend and maybe have a chance with getting laid with me" you whispered, a Cheshire cat smile spreading on your lips.

"Oh, who knew wonder girl was so dirty" he gave you a smirk. "Truly, I am" You fluttered your lashes at him.

"Never knew," he whispered.

"So..what you have next period, Jason"?" you prompt, your head on your palm, pointing at him with your manicured nail.

"Math, how about you" he leaned back to the wall, he brushed his hair back, crossing his arm with a playful look.

"Same, maybe we're in the same class" you chirped.

The bell ranged, motioning for the next period.

"Welp, hopefully, you can come to our date," you took some paper and wrote your number down on it, passing it to him.

"See you later" You gave him a wave, walking out of the cafeteria for your next class; you purposely swayed your hips when you were walking out, wanting him to look at your ass.

You were leaning to the side of the diner, blowing puffs from your cigarette. Placing the cigarette between your lips. Crossing your arms as your leg supports your balance.

You weren't surprised to see Jason or JD walking up to the diner; you blew the smoke out from your lips. Leaning off the wall, finishing off your cigarette.

Walking towards him, "I guess you really did take the bait" You flashed him a smile. "I mean, how could I not with the wonder women of our school," he answered, putting his hand on his chin, cocking his head to you.

"Especially with the offer," he said as he walked into the diner; you followed, "I said you had a chance," you asserted. "Besides, you're cute," you murmured.

"I'm what?" he teased, holding the door.

"Just buy me a coke, jackass" You walked inside the diner. "Yes, princess," he walked into the diner.

After you guys get situated at your table, you want to make this date last forever in his mind; maybe he was one of those guys that got obsessive. A waitress passed by as you looked at the menu, rubbing your foot over his leg up to his thigh. You shot him a sly smile, "I'll get a rusty burger with fries" you said, giving her a grin.

"I'll just get a Diet Coke" he answered, looking straight out at you, as you rubbed your foot closer to his groin. "Your not hungry?" you piqued, biting your lip.

"Nope," he answered; he popped the p. "Why not" You rubbed his leg more, looking through your eyelashes, fluttering your eyes. "Just not hungry when you here," he winked at you.

"You're a sly dog, you know that." you blinked, prompting your hand on your palm.

"Wanna do something fun, Y/N?" he gave you a smug grin at you, "What do you mean?" his idea peeped your interest, "Something that sped up the process, why sit here and wait when he can do something fun" he grins.

He got up from his seat, grabbing your hand from the booth as you followed him to the bathroom. "What are you doing" you questioned, "Something fun" he opened the door, pulling you inside.

Before he pinned you to one of the stalls' doors, " You're really that needy," you bit your lip. "After pulling that stunt with me under the table," he panted, his forehead bumping into yours.

You felt his boner on your pelvis and his breath on your cheek, making you feel yourself becoming wet. You hated how he made you aroused, it was supposed to game for you to win, but he was slowly winning you over. You felt him grabbing your chin, "Don't get shy on me now, wonder girl," he snapped at you; he snuck his fingers down to your thigh, dangerously under your skirt.

His hand inches away from your panties, and you felt your breathing becoming heavier by the second. "Wanna live up to what you said earlier" he whispered in your ear, slowly sliding his fingers into your cunt.

Your pants becoming heavier, feeling his finger pumping into you. "Eager aren't you" he whispered.

Moans escaped your lips as you felt your nipples becoming hard in your bra. "Gosh, I would never know someone like you would enjoy this" he pumped his fingers into you faster, plunging them.

You clasp your hands to your mouth, hiding your moans. "Don't be like that; I wanna hear you; I want this whole fucking diner to hear you," he whispered, thrusting his finger into you.

"Haah-" you moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy, "God, your pussy is tightening around my fingers." he mocked, taking his fingers out of you.

He licked his finger in front of your red face, you panted "Why" you muttered throwing your head to the side pissed off.

"So I can enjoy you all to myself," you turned your head back, seeing him holding up a condom. "Your seriously going to fuck me in a bathroom," you muttered, your cheeks stained red.

"Yea," he responded; you heard him unzipping his pants, you glanced to see his dick, and you were shocked at how big it was, making you wetter by the second.

"Turn around," he demanded

You obeyed, turning around and placing your hands on the stall as you felt him lining into your wetness. Your nipples were hardened against your bra, moaning against the friction.

You were startled as you felt him thrust into you; it was painful, tears building up on your lash line, biting your lip. His dick was splitting, you open, and you enjoyed every minute.

Thrusting inside you, feeling him in places you didn't even know existed. "Haah," you moaned, and you arched your back. You felt his hand on your chest, pulling up your shirt and bra in one motion.

His rough hands groped your chest, playing with your sensitive nipples. "F-fuck...Jason," you groaned out. He grabbed your jaw, forcing you into a heavy kiss.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring your mouth. You withdraw from the kiss for oxygen as you pant out. His thrust getting sloppier inside. "We should make quick" He lifted you by your waist, his dick still inside you, "Jason wait-" You were cut off by his dick going into you farther; you moaned loudly.

"J-Jason, im close," you panted, "God, me too" he thrust into you a few more times before you cummed on his dick; he thrust into you a few times from spilling into the condom. Some of the cum in the condom dripped onto the floor, and he placed you on the stall wall. You panted out; your face was still red.

You glanced back at Jason, zipping himself up and throwing out the condom. "Fuck you," you muttered, juices dripping down your leg.

"Your moans said the opposite," he whispered; he put your panties into his trench coat pocket.

You were too tired to argue, and sweat was glistening on your body. "I'll be outside, waiting, wonder girl" he slapped your ass, leaving you in the bathroom.

"Bastard," you muttered, dropping onto the bathroom floor, your legs giving up.

#jason dean #jason dean x reader #heathers #jason dean x y/n #jason dean x you #jason dean smut #jason dean heathers #heathers 1988 #jd x you #jd x reader #veronica sawyer #heather chandler #heather mcnamara #heather duke #heathers the movie

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radiance1 · 8 months

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god the batfam thinking that Danny is one of them from an alt universe is simply gold and misunderstandings!!! But my all time favorite is probably when it’s Jason and when it’s dissection trope it’s even better so let me give you a little prompt

Danny who was runaway after being caught by the GIW and with the help of ClockWork gets him to a universe he could rest and he’s given the ring of rage and the crown but it turns into a tattoo on his neck and with the ring he’s more prone to violence to fix conflict and it matches up with Jason so when Danny gets kidnapped along with a few others and he’s shown off to the rest of the city in a live video the whole batfam is having panic attacks and shit and is on their way but Danny when the joker is monologuing he gets out quietly and gets (who would have guessed) a crowbar. He swings with all his force not caring that the Joker is not a ghost because he hurt people and the other hostages so he keeps beating him until he’s crying and he’s shaking purely because of the emotional and physical fatigue (he’s still healing) and when the batfam get there they’re met with pale blue eyes staring into them and surprisingly it’s Jason to step up and pull him away and comfort him because the pits went silent maybe and there’s something in him telling him to protect him

Anger came easy to him, after his crowning.

Easy to lose himself within its gently yet insistent lull, clouding his mind in nothing but red that made it so easy to just, let go.

But he didn't want to kill anyone, even after what they've done to him, strapping him down on a table and cutting him open, enjoying his pain and suffering and cutting flesh and examining his organs.

He just wanted to escape, he wanted closure, he wants peace and love and acceptance.

He did indeed get his escape that he wished for, but that only lead to his fall into more captivity. It was another dimension, one of capes and villains, and never in his life as he met a human so...

Disgusting.

Even when under that operation table, the ones cutting him open didn't seem to take any pleasure in the act. Simply doing what they were told and taking notes with cold efficiency.

But this, this one called the Joker. He took pleasure in hurting others, watching them suffer and squirm and cry and beg as he made jokes at their own expense.

Never had he felt the amount of rage he did then. So when he himself, was taken by the Joker, along with others he planned to air live.

He let himself fall into the safety of rage.

The Joker was cruel and cunning, but he was waiting for someone, for Batman. He used it to his advantage.

He took a crowbar and swung. Swung at his arm, his legs, every part of his body his rage clouded mind could process and kept hitting and hitting and hitting and WHY WAS THIS MAN LAUGHING!?

It only made him angrier.

He swung in his face, and the man still laughed, so he kept swinging until he wasn't.

And then, as he was slowly climbing down from that rage, he stopped, and a man- who he distantly recognized as Red Hood- approached him and gave him comfort.

Then he fell, not into rage, but the deep embrace of unconsciousness.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp crossover

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livelovecaliforniadreams · 1 year

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Sleepless In Seattle | Ted Lasso 3x12

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reveluving · 1 year

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moments that matter ; bruce wayne x batmom reader

warnings: pure fluff!

a/n: I got nothing to say, I just wanted to give battinson!bruce a try!

check out my batmom m.list!

it's hard for people to believe that he's a married man, let alone a father.

out of everyone in the family, many wonders how bruce had not only proposed to you, but also fathered the former acrobat. at first, they thought its cause the boy lost his parents, just as bruce did. and with dick's more upbeat energy, it's understandable that he likely takes it from you than bruce.

but then, bruce adopts another kid.

and another.

... and another.

and everyone starts asking themselves if this was all his idea or yours.

oh, if only they knew.

if only they knew your struggle to resist those sad eyes he'd give you.

you just wished the public gave him so much more credit when it comes the kids. you don't think you could even handle the life as a mother without bruce.

and as much as your kids love to joke about bruce's 'teenage phase', one can only imagine the sheer gratefulness they had for him and you.

the perfect balance to this cruel yet sweet world.

it doesn't take long for people to figure out that your children's compassionate side has to come from you, which they weren’t wrong. even bruce himself acknowledged it.

but bruce is anything but heartless, no no. would he even consider taking any of them under his wing if he was? no!

and the idea of fatherhood came easier because you were by his side. so what if he now has eight kids? why would he want to imagine what his life would've been without them?

without the texts from dick, who's all the way in bludhaven, to take breaks?

without jason's interferences when he's outnumbered by a number of gangsters?

without the sounds of tim and damian arguing over the littlest things, only to hilariously end it by shaking hands when you give them 'the eye'?

without attending cass' recital with you, your boys and even alfred, steph, babs and kate as she's the main dancer?

without terry being matt's assistant as the latter tries to treat bruce's so-called ouchies?

without living this life without you?

no. it was impossible to imagine the other bruce wayne.

the bruce wayne he didn't turn out to be.

but hey, speaking of yourself, wanna know a random fact he loves about you?

your style!

whatever your aesthetics may be, he loves you for it! who was he to say otherwise, when he doesn't really take his own into account anyway?

you're in all-black too? that's great! no one's here to judge—not him, not alfred, and certainly not his kids. you're the one able to mix and match like a true professional!

but say your sense of style falls under the bright/pastel/fairycore-like category! gotham's pretty depressing, including the manor itself, so he appreciates it when he's suddenly slapped with a sight of his wife donning her soft pink dress.

bruce finds it endearing that you actually wore the shades he bought for both you and himself. he thought he was being silly at first, wondering if you'd actually wear it, so imagine his surprise when just days after, you decided to match with him when he found the time to take you out to dinner.

he's even more surprised when one day, duke tells him that you've been under the weather because you lost the shades.

instead of waking up to your husband the next day, you find a glasses case on his pillow, complete with a golden ribbon.

he's bought you a new pair, the same kind, but this time, bruce purposely ordered it so that 'mrs wayne' was written next to the frame name.

he comes home, feigning ignorance by raising his brow, though he knew good and well why you were practically blinding him with your smile before you peppered his face with kisses.

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#nothing's in order here #i just wanted sumn cute #— reve's reverie 🌹#a mother's touch series #batmom #batfam x batmom #battinson!bruce #battinson #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #damian wayne x reader #duke thomas x reader #cassandra cain x reader #terry mcginnis x reader #alfred pennyworth

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Clownmates

Danny and Jason both hated clowns, that really wasn't a secret to any of their friends or family; but for that to be what connected them with their respective soulmate was just ridiculous.

You see, the way you can recognize your soulmate is by the distinctive mark that appears anywhere on your body, since the moment of your birth you receive what will be something significant to both people engraved on you, in Danny & Jason case the mark was in their arm.

That's why after came back to life, Jason wasn't amused that his soulmate had anything to do with clowns, the obviously recognizable smile gave him chills, and for a while he couldn't sleep at the simple thought that the damn Joker was his soulmate.

Something similar happened to Danny, when he was little he loved circuses, thinking that his destined person would be there, but after all the trouble with Freakshow he didn't even dare look at his arm, how could the person destined for him be associated with those vile creatures?

That was the trick that nobody bothered to clarify, significant did not mean positive; honestly they both should be thankful they didn't have some 4, or other reference to death marked on their body.

Because of that reason they both hated Valentine's Day, they didn't dare to look for their supposed soulmate out of horror of discovering them in a circus, it was simply cruel. Danny couldn't stand the reminder of love because he associated clowns with bad things, and he didn't want to think that his soulmate was bad.

So when both Danny and Jason found themselves in Gotham, about to sneak into the clowns dressing room and probably ruin their makeup and decorations out of pettiness, they found themselves looking at each other in concern, and stared before backing off.

Before either of them had a chance to say anything, a clown found them and frowned at Jason claiming his Valentine decorations, Jason grunted and handed them over as Danny watched the scene annoyed "I really hate clowns" he muttered as he watched the scene, when Jason delivered the decorations his shirt sleeve went up a little and Danny noticed a peculiar...smile.

Getting a horrible hunch, the halfa rolled up his own shirtsleeve, revealing the same smile that he had been seen on Jason's arm.

"This must be a joke"

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jasmines-library · 3 months

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Hello ml !! How’ve you been? <3

I was wondering if you’d be up for writing smth with the batfamily, and maybe their reaction to reader coming back home from a sleepover at their partners house, and telling them that they got cheated on?

Have a great day/evening/night <33 🫶

Heartbreak Doesn't Feel So Good.

Hello Hello! Thanks for requesting again, I always love to see you in my inbox. I hope you have been well. Sorry it's a little on the shorter side but I wanted to get this out for you today.

Word Count: 1k

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

The first thing Jason noticed when you stepped through the door was that there were tears running down your face. He had always been observant, but he knew you well. He could tell that your mascara ran beneath your eyes from the way your shoulders were hunched to match your slow movements, gaze firm on the ground. And if he listened carefully enough, he could hear the sniffling that you failed to conceal as you tried to wipe away the evidence of your upset.

“What’s that matter?” He was up in a second, moving toward your side. His face and voice were laced with concern.

You had stayed the night round your partner's house and weren’t supposed to be back for at least a few hours. Jason had seen the way you left, grinning as you carried your bags to the car. But now you stood crestfallen, dropping your bag on the floor in defeat. Something had clearly gone wrong and Jason was determined to get to the bottom of it.

“What happened?” He frowned, helping you remove your jacket.

“I-” Your lip trembled as your eyes filled with tears again. Jason pulled you to his chest and let you weep.

After a tender moment, he guided you over gently to the couch where he sat you down and took your hand in his, repeating his question. His heart nearly broke when you looked up at him.

“They…They cheated on me.” your voice broke as you stuttered out what happened.

Jason felt his fingers clenching to fists.

“What?!” The voice hadn’t come from Jason. It had come from Tim who was passing by the room on his way back from the cave.

“I don’t know what happened…” You sobbed. “I thought we were fine. And then they left for a moment… their phone kept going off. So I checked it. I didn’t want to impose…but I thought it might have been something important. And then I saw her name. And the messages.”

“I swear to god-” Jason nearly growled.

“And when they came back into the room I confronted them. And they didn’t even try to deny it!” More tears streamed from your face, falling hot like acid. Like a lingering reminder. A cruel joke. “They just told me that ‘they didn’t love me anymore’. That they had ‘found someone better’. What kind of an answer is that?!-”

Tim tried to soothe you by placing a gentle hand on your arm. “Shh. It’s gonna be okay kid.”

“But…I don’t understand what I did wrong.”

“What’s going on?” Dick had arrived with young Damian in tow. The pair had been sparring and had decided to check up on Tim following his absence, but were starstruck to find you bawling on the couch.

“What’s wrong little bat?” Damian asked. His voice was surprisingly gentle and held much more concern than you thought was ever possible for the stubborn boy.

All four eyes watched you, anticipating you to speak. But you just couldn't, your mind was too busy and you didn’t dare utter the words that you were trying so hard to believe weren’t true. You knew that the moment you said them again all of your walls would come tumbling down, torn from whatever remaining supports were keeping them upright.

“They cheated on her.” Jason spat.

“What an asshole.” Damian jeered. He had seen how happy the pair of you were and the thought of someone switching up that quickly made him feel queasy.

“Oh y/n/n.” Dick sighed “I’m so sorry. That’s unfair.”

You shrugged.

“Didn’t even give her a reason.” Jason continued. You could practically see the steam coming from his ears, despite how he tried not to lose his temper for your sake. But the more you revealed the harder he was finding it. “Just left her at a snap of their fingers.”

“It’s their loss. They didn’t deserve someone like you in the first place.” Dick told you.

“Exactly.” Damian nodded in agreement. “You’re totally way out of their league.”

“You think so?” You sniffled.

“100%. You’re worth so much more than anything in this world and that asshole didn’t deserve any of you.”

A smile upturned at the corner of your lips. Tim reached out and wiped the tears away from your eyes.

“Hey. No more of that crying okay? It’s gonna be fine.”

You nodded, though you still couldn’t shake the sadness from your bones.

“Wanna watch shitty movies and eat ice cream?” Dick asked, sensing this.

“Please?”

And the four of them moved quickly, gathering pillows which they chucked onto the couch to create a pillow fort of sorts. Damian ran into the kitchen to grab ice cream, though he was uncertain of what flavour so he grabbed two alongside a handful of spoons and a plate of brownies that Alfred had just finished making. Then they made themselves comfortable on the couch, surrounding you in their embrace before letting you decide on a film to watch.

And so the five of you sat there for hours, watching chick flicks and trying to devour tubs of ice cream before it melted completely. As much as they would never admit it, Damian and Tim were mouthing along to the lines of the cheesy films, or singing along to the songs. One of their guilty pleasures. Jason seemed engrossed in the movies too, surprisingly. Though you weren’t sure if he was pretending to be interested and was actually plotting the inconspicuous murder of your partner as revenge. The thought made you chuckle. The five of you stayed bundled up on the couch until slowly, one by one you began to drift off and your heartbreak had been forgotten for a few hours at least.

When Bruce arrived back from his late night patrol and found you all together, his heart warmed. They were always going to take good care of you.

BATFAM TAGLIST:

@aestheticdaisies

@hell-o-kittys

@xxrougefangxx

@mamapucket

@hearts4robs

@harleycao

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iamasaddie · 10 months

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and even though I can't forgive you, I really want you

paring: dark-ish!bfd!Joel x f!Reader

rating: explicit (18+ minors DNI)

word count: 6k~

summary: You heard him sending the video as clearly as you heard him muttering those foul, filthy words about stretching your ass next time…

a/n: you know, I was just sitting without internet in my countryside house and this happened. Not proofread because that is just the way I am. Dedicated to all my birdies who love it up the ass 🍑

warnings: PWP-ish; no-outbreak; infidelity; explicit sexual content; oral sex (f receiving); anal sex; degradation/ praise; face slapping; pussy slapping (barely); dirty talk; pain kink; Daddy kink; no use of y/n MY MASTERLIST

part one

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I DO NOT CONDONE THE SITUATIONS DESCRIBED IN THIS WORK IRL. PLEASE, DON'T FORGET THAT WRITING AND READING FICTION IS A WAY OF HEALING AND PROCESSING TRAUMA FOR SOME PEOPLE, AND YOU CANNOT DICTATE OR POLICE HOW THEY DO IT AND WHAT TYPE OF WORKS THEY CHOOSE TO CREATE AND CONSUME. STAY SAFE, PRACTICE CONSENSUAL SEX AND SPREAD LOVE.

Nothing changed between you and Jason. You dreaded coming back to your shared apartment that night, unsure of what was waiting you on the other side of the door you'd slammed mere hours - which now felt like centuries - ago. You were ready for screaming, for disgusting insults, you were even ready to come inside the place you called home and see all the traces of your boyfriend - was he still your boyfriend? - gone. What you weren't ready was for Jason to be pacing around your tiny kitchen, two plates of freshly cooked pasta in both his hands, an unopened bottle of red in the middle with two empty glasses on each side of the table waiting to be filled. You stopped in your tracks and looked at your boyfriend, recognizing that miserable impression on his face he usually had after the two of you had a fight.

"Baby?" His voice shaky, eyes looking for hints on your face. Your skin felt tight after you scrubbed it with soap and water in the toilet of that god forsaken bar. You felt wetness on your cheeks, and then Jason was on you, hugging your pliant body tight to his and whispering constant 'sorry's and 'we'll fix it's in your ear.

You didn't think you could. Even if you put all of you into saving your relationship, it wouldn't be enough. Not when you felt freedom more than fear when you heard that 'whoosh' of a sent message.

And when he placed his hands on your hips that night you knew his palms were too small to fill in the bruises on your skin.

The morning after, you waited for it all to be some kind of a sick joke, maybe Jason was cruel enough to pretend nothing was wrong until you went mad and in the end he'd just laugh. But when nothing in your routine had changed, when he still rubbed your feet the next day as you watched some silly rom-com; when he still kissed the tip of your nose gently before murmuring 'g'night, bumblebee' and passed out in a blink, you realized he knew nothing. Clueless. Never got that message. But you heard… You heard him sending the video as clearly as you heard him muttering those foul, filthy words about stretching your ass next time… As a matter of fact, there wasn't a moment yet when that phrase hadn't echoed through your brain, transforming into an embarrassing pool in your panties. You were ready to commit yourself into a mental home for experiments, because the way shame and guilt sent arousal through your veins and ended up in wetness slicking your still sensitive folds until you had to take the matters into your own hands, clearly showed that you were clinically insane.

You tried to remember if there was something you were missing. Something that'd prove that the way everything played out was as logical as the Sun rising in the East.

When Jason suggested you to rent an apartment in a place where he grew up so you could spend the first summer after graduating there, you agreed without hesitation, as long as you actually had your own place and wouldn't be crashing at his dad's. Jason laughed at your joke that you'd give his old man an early heart attack with your after-dark activities but agreed, choosing a small apartment on the other side of the town just to be sure. 'So my man doesn't barge in on us having our daytime fun,' he giggled and pinched your ass.

That was two years ago. Summer turned into autumn, and then Jason got offered a job and you stayed, because apparently 'Texas was as good of a state as any, and why would we give up a place where we’ve already settled'. You couldn't imagine Mr. Miller - a handsome 50-something year-old father of your boyfriend had anything to do with it. You didn't know exactly what buttons Mr. Miller had to push for his son to get a too-good-to-be-true job offer out of the blue. You didn't notice that every time you visited for holidays or Sunday dinners - choosing Jason's small family over your larger but more estranged one - that the man's eyes lingered on you for longer than it'd be considered appropriate. That he'd buy a bottle too many of the wine you had once mentioned to like for the sole purpose of pouring you an extra glass, because after the alcohol took a claim on your body and brain, you'd let yourself stay longer in his embrace when you said goodbye. Would let your hands squeeze his back in a fake attempt at a bear hug, laughing in his broad chest, and his hands that crept lower than your lower back would go unnoticed. And when he was daring enough to squeeze your soft buttocks in his large palms you were drunk enough to pass it as a joke, forgetting all about it the next morning.

But you hadn't payed enough attention to those little things back then, and you couldn’t remember them now. And as you slammed the door of Jason's car, you didn't know how the time spent on the road to his father’s house flew by so quickly, and you were already standing on his porch, goosebumps rippling your skin, nipples hard, in only a white sleeping tank top that failed to protect you from the cold wind of the night. You cursed yourself and clenched your fists in the pockets of your light grey oversized sweatpants, thank god you at least put the pants on, fucking moron. You had half a though to bring your hands to hide your pebbled buds as the door swung open in front of you.

When the light from the inside shone on you, you were taken aback by the way how homey Joel looked. Barefoot, gray sweatpants a shade darker but matching yours in style, and a dishrag thrown over his left shoulder, clad in a worn-out dark grey t-shirt that you supposed had been black once upon a time. For a second there you could swear he was surprised to see you, but he scolded his face, plastering a crooked smile on his lips.

“You haven’t sent the video.” You pointed your finger at him, the accusatory gesture looked ridiculous considering the situation. Joel raised his eyebrows.

“Hello to you, too, sweetheart. Come on in.”

He stepped away from the door to let you in, and as you slid into his hall, he stuck his head out and looked around the already sleeping neighborhood to see if your loud appearance disturbed anyone.

“Why haven’t you sent the video? I heard the - th - the whoosh!”

“The whoosh?” The wrinkles on his forehead became more prominent as his eyebrows shot further up.

“Yes, the whoosh, the whoosh that you hear when you send a message.” You were babbling, cringing at the sound of your voice more pathetic than anything, but you couldn’t stop yourself, it was something you did when you were nervous, forced by your own hands out of your comfort zone.

Joel chuckled in amusement and shook his head. “Figured it’d be as bad for me as for you. Maybe even worse, since Jason's my fucking son.” He took the dishrag off his shoulder and went back to the open kitchen - as if pulled by a magnet you sauntered after him - and threw it on the wooden table.

He flexed his shoulders before turning around and didn’t look at all surprised that like a puppeteer you followed your master’s hand. “What are you doing here?”

The question took you off guard. What were you doing at your boyfriend's dad's place at midnight with Jason nowhere to be seen? What were you doing in the company of a man who blackmailed you into fucking, threatened you to tear your life apart, to tear everything you knew about yourself apart and then didn't follow through with it?

“I… What do you mean? I came to ask about the video.”

You barely had time to inhale lungs full of air when he was on you. Joel’s big hand engulfed your chin and he squeezed your cheeks with his fingers, forcing you to purse your lips.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, baby girl.” His tone was calm, as calm as the sky before being split open with lightning and thunder. “One more time, why are you here?”

Your thoughts were all over the place, the loudest screamed at you for subconsciously thinking with your pussy instead of your brain when you pressed your hands into his bruises before tugging on the closest pair of sweatpants and leaving Jason clueless and asleep, a condition he came to spending a lot of his life in. There was no getting out of it. The words came out muffled as the man’s hand was still squeezing you. “Last time you said…”

Joel barked a laugh in your face, interrupting you with genuine amusement.

“I cannot fucking believe it. You came here to ask me to fuck your ass?” The condescending tone of his voice brought wetness to your eyes. ‘Stupid, stupid, so fucking stupid.’

“No, I - -“

This time you were interrupted by a burning slap that landed across your face and Joel’s annoyed face as he pointed a thick index finger at you. “I said no lyin’.”

The words stuck in your throat, scraping the sensitive skin there like cats that wanted to sharpen their claws. You nodded.

“Goddamn,” Joel put his left hand on his stomach as if he was about to go into a fit of laughter. “You really are a fucking slut. How long have you been doing it, hm?”

“What?” You shot your eyes up to meet his after studying the gaps in his flooring for a couple of minutes.

“Cucking my son.”

It felt like a slap, but it burned more.

“No, I’ve never… you’re the only.. I - - ” You didn’t understand where the need for excuses came from. For some reason, you wanted him to know that you were an exemplary girlfriend, and he was the one who ruined you.

“Poor baby, my cock fucked you up real good.” He cradled your face in his warm palms, thumbs caressing your cheekbones. His movements contradicted the words pouring out of his mouth. “Fucked you so good, that you crawl back to me, and not even three days have passed.”

His right hand let go of your face, sliding down your body in a bold, possessive movement, and ending on the level with your pussy. Your breath hitched as his massive hand enveloped your begging core, pressing roughly. He leaned into you, hot breath burning the skin of your neck and ear.

“Tell me, baby, what is it that turns you on so much?” His whisper thundered in your ears, pumping blood creating a banging background music for his depravity. “Is it the fact, that you are getting fucked by a man more than twice your age?” His palm pushed harder into the seam of your sweatpants that was now pressing directly into your pulsing clit.

“Does cuckolding my dear son make you wet?” Joel’s middle and ring finger found where your hole clenched under the confines of your pants. “Or is it because you are doing it all with his daddy?”

You wanted to cry, but you didn’t know why. Your body was visibly shaking caged in his arms. He bit and licked your jaw - an animalistic move that made you whimper - on his way to whisper into your parted lips.

“You’re mighty silent when it’s not needed, baby, and too talkative when you need to shut up.” He leaned back, and the only contact you still maintained was his hand cupping your sex as if it was glued there. “Got it all twisted in that dumb head of yours.”

For the tenth time this evening, you cast your eyes down, but he didn’t let you avert the pitch black of his eyes for long, grabbing your chin between his index finger and a thumb and lifting your head.

“Answer me, baby.” No matter how gentle his pet names were, Joel’s voice was commanding, and you couldn’t stay silent like a soldier answering to their superior.

“All of it,” your whisper felt louder than a scream to you, but he furrowed his brows in dissatisfaction with your quietness. He wanted you to break, to accept the perverse desires that inflamed your insides like a deadly virus.

“Hm?”

You gulped, slowly accepting yourself and raising your voice. Something different glinted in the depths of your eyes. “All of it, Daddy.”

Joel smiled, actually smiled to you. The genuine gesture showed off his dimple and you grasped for air that suddenly was lacking from your lungs. A feeling close to pride bloomed in his chest as he nodded.

“Correct answer, baby girl.”

He brought his hand to your cheek, large palm bracketing half of your face as his thumb caressed your cheekbone. Rough fingertips trailed lower and lower until his hand was a necklace around your throat. You caught your breath as you felt him squeeze a little, not looking at your face but rather watching the fingers that had your life at their points. Joel's smile was wicked, as if he was wondering what else would you let him do now that you came willingly. He relaxed his grip and grabbed you by the back of your neck pulling closer, and you all but fell into his chest.

"Let's go, baby," he whispered into your hair when you didn't raise your eyes at him. "My bed'll be more comfortable for ruining that tiny hole of yours."

Arousal clouded your brain like a sticky wet fog, you could barely figure how you passed through the hallway and into his dark bedroom, danger being a hypnosis of its own. You only came to yourself when he pushed you on the neatly done king bed covered in dark sheets, you couldn't tell the color until he turned on the bedside lamp revealing blue tones that interlaced throughout his room.

It was spacious enough, a classic guitar in the corner, an old fan turned off on an even older dresser, a table with some paper thrown around - you figured it was something to do with his work, maybe new mockups - and some posters on the dark blue walls that you'd spend more time studying if only Joel's broad frame as he came to stand between your spread legs didn't block the view.

"If you don't wanna undress then at least turn over," his voice got muffled as he tugged his t-shirt over his head with one swift movement. "It'd be hard to fuck that ass when you lay on it."

He laughed, either at his joke or at the way you started involuntarily drooling at the sight of his broad chest. You couldn't stop yourself from licking your lips, finding them dry under your tongue. After that time at the club you couldn't argue that you finally saw him as something more than Jason's dad. He was a man, a handsome one at that, he was broad and thick in all the right places. Joel's stomach was softer with age but there was undeniable power hidden underneath that skin. There was a predator that could tear you apart, and you just came right to him, offering yourself as a meal. His words finally settled in your brain and you tried to turn over, climbing on the bed on all fours and trying to get rid of your sneakers at the same time. As soon as you settled, thinking what you should do next the bed dipped and his hands settled on your hips, trying to yank the sweatpants off.

"Wait," you felt the lace keeping the oversized item on your hips dig into your skin.

Joel stopped, but never took his hands away. "What, you came to your senses finally?" He huffed.

You shook your head, not even feeling the embarrassment anymore, "no, I need to unknot this first, you won't take them off like that." You explained, and his laughter accompanied your frantic movements.

"Fucking hell, girl."

You got rid of the damn item, throwing it somewhere on the floor and turning your head to see Joel's face. He noticed you watching and nodded to your top, "take that off as well while you're at it."

The top flew in a different direction and Joel whistled as he saw your bare form. "No bra, huh? You really live up to your status, little slut."

"I - ", you stuttered, bringing your hands to cover your breasts, "I was in a rush."

"In a rush to get your ass fucked? Now this is just getting better and better."

You wondered why his words didn't hurt, why they sent excitement chills down your back, as if creating a trail to where you wanted him tonight.

He leaned over you, grabbing your hands and yanking them away so you couldn't hide. When his palms enveloped both of your breasts you couldn't suppress the moan that ripped out of you. You hands found his shoulders, short fingernails digging into and breaking his skin that has been kissed by summer sun for at least the last half of century. Joel just hummed in appreciation, kneading your soft flesh with expertise, thumbs caressing the undersides as his fingernails scratched the hardened buds of your nipples. He was still staring at his hands touching you like this for the first time when his low whisper broke the silence.

"All fours now, baby."

You were too lost in pleasure to understand what he was saying, allowed to see him bare now, to touch his weathered skin, you couldn't seem to stop, tracing your hands from his shoulders to his chest, now swiping your thumbs over his tiny nipples that turned out to be more sensitive than you expected when he hissed and swatted your ass with a painful force. "I said all fucking fours, little slut." He growled, adding another slap on top of the previous one for good measure, "don't make me repeat myself."

It was awkward to turn around while his hands were still bracketing your body, but you managed to do as told, forcing yourself on all fours and founding your back pressed into the softness of his belly. You stood like this for a brief moment, you on your hands and knees, him in the same position but on top of you. A quick thought that you must look like fucking dogs in heat passed your brain. Animals, that was exactly what you were. All morals thrown aside to satiate the need of flesh. You couldn't mistake the hard outline of his cock pressed into your soaked panties with anything. A tiny whimper left your lips as you rocked your hips into his, desperate to feel more pressure, and you bit into your soft flesh until you felt a tang of blood on your tongue.

"My eager little whore." Joel's whisper was followed by a sharp bite of his teeth sinking into your shoulder. Anticipation and pain and pleasure all getting you drunker than the most expensive bottle of tequila. "Don't be so quiet, baby, I want e'ryone to know what a desperate fucking slut I got bouncing on my cock tonight."

"Please," you knew what your were begging for, just didn't want to say it out loud. Didn't want your lips to curve in the right shapes to form the filthy words. Didn't want your voice to give life to the filthy plea.

"Please what?" Another chuckle, another thrust of his clothed cock into your crying pussy, another bite to your flesh. "Say it, or you don't get it."

"Please," you begged once more, this time for him not to make you say it. To leave at least some innocence in you, at least some hope to pretend you still got some light inside you. Joel was having none of it, his smile glinting with cruelty when his eyes found yours as you turned your head.

"Say it, right now, or get up and get the fuck out of here." His words hissed into your skin were as gentle as a venomous snake's deadly bite. A tear rolled down your cheek because you knew there was nothing that would make you leave his bed right now. Not even the hope of your life getting back to normal would make you give up the promise of pleasure that laid in his hands.

"Please, Daddy, fuck my ass."

Joel's growl was animalistic, bordering on terrifying as he stopped caging you in favor to yank your panties off. A little fumbling and there was the last garment keeping the dignity (which you left behind as soon as you crossed his doorstep) intact. The fact that he was still half-clothed while you were stark naked and desperate under his demanding fingers was both intimidating and thrilling. The power he held upon you in more that one way turned your whole being in one of an obedient toy. His mouth was once again pressed into your ear, "I can feel you trembling, just can't wait to be ruined." This time there was no mocking in his voice, just pure carnal need to break you in half and put you together. Like it was his God given right to claim you in all the ways he deemed desirable. The sharp edge on his nose travelled town your backbone until his teeth sank into the flesh of your butt and you couldn't hold back a painful moan that deserved you another one, even harder, just underneath the first one.

Joel's hands spread your asscheeks and you felt his nose swiping lower, shuddering when it bumped into the tight ring of muscle that was abandoned in terms of pleasure as long as you lived.

"That pretty pussy dripping all over my sheets, baby. What a shame leaving her depraved today." He mumbled into the sleek lips of your cunt, his words vibrating into your flesh, making you scoot back and practically bump into his mouth. You expected another rude comment, a slap to you ass or even to your pussy, but Joel rendered you speechless again when you felt a broad swipe of his tongue from your clit and to your sopping entrance. The man continued humming inside you as he held your cheeks further apart, letting his tongue slide in an out of you deeper than anyone had ever tried to be before. The wet tense muscle caressed your folds with deliberate strokes, nipping at your swollen folds with his lips, as if he was kissing your mouth. You dug your nails into your palms, feeling the telltale sings of your orgasm approaching, the string in your belly pulling taught two, three strokes of his tongue away from snapping.

The obscene noises of Joel slurping your arousal made you blush, but you wished nothing more than for him to continue playing with your body like it only brought pleasure to him. Like eating your out, drinking you down was his reward. Like he wanted nothing more than to suffocate in your pussy.

"Joel, I'm - -"

His name slipped from your lips and at that exact moment his tongue left your burning flesh. This time the tears that drew rivers on your cheeks were from being denied, denied something that was just there. As if you were a kid, squeezing their favorite candy all the way up to cashier when your dad told you you can't have it. You wanted to scream, beg, cry, anything that would make him give you the damn candy. But Joel wasn't the one who'd be affected by a temper tantrum.

"Sorry, baby, almost forgot what you're here for." The cheer in his voice gave out exactly how he felt about it. He didn't forget for a second. He might've lost himself in the way your taste claimed his tastebuds, but he was never going to give you that orgasm. And when he didn't stop little chuckle escaping his lips you realized that he wanted you to know that. Wanted you delirious from the lack of it, feral and mad. And that was exactly how he had you right now.

"Please," you hiccuped, "please, Daddy, please."

"My little slut, you beg so pretty." He squeezed your asscheeks together painfully, before bringing them apart again. "How can I ever say no to you?"

With this he brought the tip of his index finger to your tense entrance and circled the sensitive skin of it. Instead of pushing into, he plunged two of his fingers into your pussy and you gasped at the unexpected fullness. "Now, baby," he spoke as his fingers meticulously pumped in and out of your wet cunt in almost absentminded movements. "You better relax that tiny ass of yours or it will be painful. Mind you, I will still tear it apart," you shivered at how mundane his tone was, "but I though you might want to help yourself to enjoy that. So, relax for me, little slut."

His degrading pet names felt like kisses on your skin, and the next time he brought his now sleek fingers to your asshole you felt your muscles relax even without giving them a conscious command.

"Theeere we go," his thick index pushed inside and oxygen left your lungs. The sensation was new, raw, something you'd never thought you'd experience. He just settled one of his fingers inside you but you already couldn't wait for more, unknowingly tensing your muscles around his finger.

"Fuck, baby, what a tight fucking ass. Can't wait to ruin it with my cock."

The words were too quiet so you though that he could've been speaking to himself until he addressed you. "How many cocks did this pretty ass take, hm?"

You shook your head, the thickness of his finger making you feel fuller than you thought it would. Getting your whimpers as response he sighed as he added a second finger next time his finger slid into your slowly opening hole.

"When," in "I," out "fucking," in, "ask" out, "you" in, "fucking" out, "answer" in, two digits spreading wide inside you, making your hole open up more than it had ever before. You could feel his gaze stick to your entrance that instinctively tried to close but was forced open. And then you heard the unmistakable sound and felt wetness trickling inside you. He fucking spit into your open asshole, and it was something that ripped words right from your chest.

"No one, ever. No one ever fucked my ass, Daddy, just you."

He continued pumping his fingers in and out of your abused hole, skin around it becoming puffy and glistening with all types of bodily fluids.

"Never had your ass fucked and came to me? Fuck, little slut, you should've been smarter. You know my cock ain't for the first timers."

He took his fingers out of you and settled back on his knees, for a second admiring the way your hole was gaping just a little, inviting him back in. For the longest second you thought that after he learned about your virgin ass, he'd just send you on your merry way, but relief overtook your fear when you heard him popping open a bottle of something. Lube, you figured.

"But there's no turning back now," his voice was interlacing with lewd sounds of him pumping his cock, and you couldn't stop yourself from turning your head to admire the heavy, dark flesh accessorized by veins and a bead of precum glistening on its tip like a jewel in the low light. His dick looked massive even embraced in his large hand, and before you could think the question, he answered it with a cocky smirk, "we'll make all of it fit, baby. I want you to feel my balls slapping your cunt as I ruin your ass."

Your pussy clenched around nothing, another glob of your arousal running past your sleeked lips, leaving an evidence of your desire in a from of glistening trail on your legs. You didn't care about anything at this point, not the embarrassingly loud moans and pleas sticking to your lips, nor the shameful need coursing through your body as the wrong, wrong man leaned over to claim the last part of you left untouched by him. You didn't even care about the pain as he pushed just the tip of his burning flesh inside of you. You only cared about feeling him so deep inside you that he'd leave bruises on the inside of your perverted body.

"Fuck, baby," his groan was almost pained, "c'mon, be a good slut, relax for me some more."

Joel's hand snaked around your waist and found it's place on your pussy, slapping it a couple of times, as he growled in your ear, "I said fucking relax that ass for me, precious."

You squeezed your eyes tight, white flakes of pain and desire dancing behind your closed eyelids as you felt him push deeper, deeper and deeper still. When he said he'd tear you apart on his cock, you were more excited than terrified, but now it felt like he was trying to fuck you with a baseball bat, still not bottoming out when you already felt him in your throat. You remembered he was big, but he didn't feel that big when he was claiming your pussy. Bigger and thicker than you ever had, for sure, but now he just felt inhumanly massive and the pain started to slowly become unbearable as you pushed one of your hands back and pressed in into the tense muscles of his stomach.

"I can't, I'm sorry, I can't," you started to cry, not sure if it was from pain or from disappointment in yourself. It was too much, there was no way you could take all of him, he was right when he joked about not being for the 'first timers'. Just when you thought he'd make some snide remark, forcing himself into you still, suffocating your cries with intricate insults, he stopped. One of his hands pressed into your tailbone, massaging the spot and forcing you to relax a little, and the other gently covered your trembling stomach.

He pressed his lips to your shoulder blade, kissing it gently as his whisper cut through the fog in your brain.

"You can, baby. Y'know why?" You shook your head, answering him or telling him he was wrong, you didn't know, fat salty tears fell on the pillow, creating black constellations on the dark material. "You can, because you're perfect. I know that, and you should know that, too." He pressed harder on your stomach, his hand splaying on it and engulfing almost all of your soft flesh. "You can, because I want to feel myself here, and you want that, too. Don't you, baby?"

To answer his question you pushed your hips back, taking another inch of his cock into your warm heat, and he rewarded you with his expert fingers playing with the swollen bud of your clit. "Good girl, such a good girl for Daddy, taking me all the way inside. You ass is so tight, won't ever be able to stop fucking it. Want to fuck it so many times that you take me with no resistance at all, baby."

Your moan deafened you both as you felt his balls do exactly what he promised, a heavy swing on them slapping against your pussy.

"Fuck, that's it, that's it, baby." Once again he stilled, now all the way inside you, feeling your tight hole choking him in the most delicious way. "Tell me who you are?"

"A good girl," you choked on the sensation rippling through your body. His hands never left your clit, playing with it like he created you for himself with his own hands.

"That's right. You're Daddy's good girl."

"I'm Daddy's good girl," you echoed his words like you were in a trance.

"And now Daddy's gonna ruin you, baby."

Whatever wanted to leave your mouth caught in your throat as Joel slid almost all the way out and pushed back in a painfully long stroke. After he had opened you up there was no stopping him. You whines and moans only added to his ferocity, his hipbones bruising your ass with every push. He cock was cutting into you easily, like a knife into a brick of soft butter that was forgotten on the table.

Your body was on fire, but your mind was underwater. The contradicting feelings confused you, but brought your pleasure to the new level. Your head was empty of every thought but 'more', your soul having no emotion but greed. You felt full, full, full, but pushed your body to meet his as if you wanted to swallow him whole, and it still wouldn't be enough.

Joel smacked your ass, seeing you actively jumping on his cock, your tight ring of muscle stretched to the limit around his girthy shaft. "Such'a good fucking slut. All mine. All fucking mine."

Every word was accentuated by a slap of his balls against your sensitive cunt, each harder than the other. His left hand pressed in your tummy and you cried like a woman possessed feeling exactly how deep he was, the thought of it combined with the fingers of his right hand that never stopped playing with your clit overwhelmed you. Your throat was raw, but nothing compared to your ass as Joel's massive cock continued pounding into you.

"I'm right here, baby, feel me?"

You just continued to cry and moan and whimper non-stop, your mouth dry and your jaw hurting from being spread open in an attempt to get those feelings out of you.

"I'm gonna cum so deep inside of you. Your hole is so stretched you won't be able to keep none of it inside."

It was filthy, the images he painted with his words made you feel dirty and you reveled in it. You felt disgusting, it was divine.

His steady movements started to falter and he grew rigid inside you, "come on, little slut, cum for Daddy, I know you want to."

He was right. It was fucked up how he knew you better than you knew yourself. You were on the edge for the longest time, pain just another source of your pleasure. Your head felt heavy and you dropped it, catching an upside-down glimpse of his hand on your belly and something - fuck, that was his dick rearranging you guts - moving inside you. The sight was the final straw that held you together, your hands gave out as you fell face first into his pillow, body convulsing in a soul-crashing orgasm. You were just a rag-doll, pulsing around him as he pumped you full of his cum. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," his vocabulary fucked down to the most basic expletives as he shuddered on top of you.

"You should go now."

When the words cut the silence of the room you weren't exactly surprised. His cum was still trickling out of your painfully sore ass while you laid on your stomach, him on his back beside you staring at the ceiling. It's not like you were waiting for him to kiss you goodnight as you pressed your still sweaty bodies together in a perfect puzzle piece and drift off to sleep. It was still unpleasant, though. You swallowed down the toxic taste his words left in your mouth and got up, nakedness of your body suddenly too shameful and not in an erotic way, as you scraped for clothing thrown all over his bedroom floor.

His eyes were watching you intently, and as you picked up the last item - your panties - he sighed.

"Leave these."

When you thought that man couldn't surprise you more he'd say some shit that would make your eyebrows disappear in your hairline. You searched for answers on his face, for the reason he'd ask for it, but found none.

"I'm no good for anythin' else, baby."

You didn't know what you nodded to, wether you were agreeing with him or your head was just too tired to keep up straight. The hand clutching your panties relaxed, letting them drop back to the floor as you left his room.

#joel miller x reader #iamasaddie fic #tlou fic

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