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nicksbestie · 3 days

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Dress - C. Sturniolo

Summary : AU where Chris is a frat boy, you're his girlfriend that he brings to their formal, and he's obsessed with the dress you chose.

Warnings : 16+ content. i am not responsible for the media you choose to consume online. smut, makeouts, p in v, fingering, overall very loving/sweet scene

Word Count : 3758

Pairing : Chris Sturniolo/Reader (romantic)

A/N : @bratzforchris and i were discussing this idea... and so it was born! hope you enjoy!

You had sworn to yourself in high school that you were never going to be the person who was always at parties in college.

It wasn’t your scene, you weren’t going to be that reckless, and you didn’t like being around drunk people. You’d promised yourself and your family that you would be safe and responsible, and if you were to go out, you wouldn’t take things too far. So how did you end up in a frat house every weekend, drunk out of your mind, stumbling back home? The college pressure has gotten to you. You didn’t feel well, you were struggling in your classes, so you turned to the one thing that got you to get a normal amount of sleep, and that just happened to be passing out drunk way too often than you should have been.

It wasn’t helping you, but it was keeping you from having to think about it too much, because instead of laying awake in your dorm, staring at the ceiling until three in the morning, the taste of alcohol was coating your lips, and all you cared to think about was the next cup you were picking up. It didn’t even matter what was in it. As long as it wasn’t laced with anything, you would down it easily. You were going down a terrible path, and everyone who encountered you for more than a couple nights in a row could see that. Your roommate had tried to talk you out of going out so much, but you had ignored her, choosing to brush her advice to the side as you continued to do what you were doing. She had resorted to keeping you as safe as possible, knowing that she couldn’t control you, but she was always there after the parties, helping take care of you and making sure you got home safely.

She was there every morning after as well, holding your hair back when the alcohol hit you as soon as you woke up, helping you clean the makeup from the previous night off of your face. She would lay out medications for you, making sure you drank water to help soothe your unavoidable headache, and all of the care would come with a gentle reminder that you shouldn’t be doing this. You would always listen but never actually take it to heart, and luckily, she was still always there. She didn’t give up on you, but she knew pushing you could risk pushing you farther into the state you were already in, so she took care of you in all the ways that she could. But eventually, she wasn’t the only one doing so. You were always at the same frat house, so a lot of the boys knew you by your face, not much by your personality, or even by your name. There was one boy, however, who always made sure to have his eyes on you.

Chris had noticed you since the first time you had ever showed up to a party hosted by his fraternity, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. You were beautiful, but he was way too drunk to approach you. His confidence was definitely increased by the alcohol, but he also knew from experience that hitting on a girl while he was wasted probably wasn’t the best choice, and he saw that you had someone with you, even though it was another girl. He had seen you every time you came into the frat house, and he had stayed sober solely for the reason of eventually talking to you. He noticed just how drunk you had been getting, and he kept his eyes on you so that if you needed help, he could be there. And eventually, his moment came. Your roommate hadn’t been there for you one night, because she didn’t know that you had come to a party this night, having had an evening class. So when you were basically stumbling down the front steps, he had rushed to make sure you didn’t fall.

It had all started there. He walked you home that night, making sure that you were okay, and when you had slurred over the words that invited him in, he accepted, solely for the purpose of not leaving you drunk and alone. He knew how it could look, so he kept his distance, laughing with you and spending time with you until your roommate got home. When she did, she couldn’t deny that she was shocked to see someone she didn’t know sitting on her dorm floor, but Chris rushed to explain that he had only come in to make sure that you didn’t wander off the second that he left. He introduced himself, leaving as soon as he was sure that you were safe, and every time you returned to the frat house, he was making sure that you were always within his sight range. He walked you home multiple times after that, really getting to know your roommate, and they became good friends.

The two of them combined had been the reason that you stopped partying so much. You still went out occasionally, but you were stone cold sober, and you only went to hang out with Chris. After a couple more weeks of this, Chris finally got the urge to ask you out, and you had accepted with a wide smile. It had been an amazing night, complete with him walking you home, having the route he had walked so many times memorized, dropping you off with a promise to see you the next day. You were infatuated with him, admiring the way he had kindly taken care of you for longer than you had ever noticed. He genuinely seemed like a good person, and he had taken everything so slow, knowing that you didn’t take very well to things moving quickly. He had been so supportive in your journey to get sober, and he and your roommate were everything to you.

So that brought you to now, your roommate helping you curl your hair as you were getting ready for Chris’ fraternity formal. You had finally decided that you wanted to go to one of them, and your anxiety was racing, your heart pounding in your chest. When you had really begun to get to know Chris, you realized just how popular he really was, an incredible contrast to your social life. You weren’t a nobody, but you certainly weren’t one of the people who was recognized in every class you stepped in, giving out high fives in the hallways, and having hundreds of people show up to your parties because they wanted a chance at speaking to you. However, he never let the popularity get to his head, and that was one of the things that you loved the most about him. He was genuinely a good person, but dating someone who was so popular as being someone who was not still made your heart sink.

People knew you were friends with Chris, but they didn’t know that you were dating him. The only people who knew that you and Chris were dating were you, Chris, and your roommate, as you had kept it very under wraps. You weren’t going to lie, you had heard some of the drunk comments that the frat brothers in Chris’ fraternity had made about him hanging out with you, and sometimes they stung, so you hadn’t come out about the true nature of your relationship with him. Chris had understood, and had no problem keeping it between your close group, knowing that regardless of who knew about the two of you, you were still his girl, so the approval of other people didn’t matter to him. You were a hopeless romantic, and Chris really was everything that you had ever dreamed of, but you were also a firm believer in the fact that relationships flourished better when they were quieter.

This was the first time that you were going out publicly as a couple. You had actually suggested it, knowing that Chris had asked a couple of times if you would ever consider it, and originally, you had said no. But now, you felt like you were ready, feeling like as long as you were with your boyfriend, it didn’t matter what anybody else thought or said about you. It may be cheesy, but you had the people who mattered to you the most, and everybody else could deal with it. Chris had been over the moon when he heard your decision, excited to take you out, and knowing that you would look absolutely stunning in whatever you chose to wear. Your roommate was careful not to burn you with the curling iron, touching up your makeup for you before leaving the bathroom to pull your dress off of the hanger, handing it to you for you to slip on. You zipped it up as far as you could, it catching on the fabric near the top, so you stepped out of the bathroom to have your roommate finish zipping it up for you. She smiled as soon as she saw you.

“You look beautiful, babe. Chris is going to lose his mind.”

You smiled back, turning around so she could help.

“Do you mind? I couldn’t get it all the way up.”

“Of course not!”

The second she went to finish zipping your dress, there was a knock at the door. Your dress was zipped up enough to stay perfectly positioned on you, so she went to open the door, smiling when she saw Chris.

“Oh, you should let him do it. Come on in, she’s almost ready.”

Chris stepped into the room, immediately seeing you as soon as he got through the doorway. His jaw seemed to hit the floor, eyes widening as he took in your appearance.

“Baby, you’re stunning.”

You smiled at him, waving him over.

“Can you finish zipping up my dress?”

He nodded, immediately moving behind you and making sure that he didn’t pinch your skin as he slid the zipper up to the top of the slit of your dress. He noticed the dress was backless, and he would’ve lied if anyone had pointed out that his hands were shaking. He couldn’t believe that he had gotten so incredibly lucky. He didn’t know what he had done in one of his past lives to deserve such a perfect person in his life, but he would do it a million times over if it meant that he got to have you for eternity. You sat down in your desk chair to put on your heels, and when you were struggling a little bit, he didn’t hesitate to crouch down and help you, since your dress was making it difficult for you to see the straps on them. He stood back up, offering you his hand, and pulled you into a kiss the second you were steadily on your feet. He smiled, pulling back, eyes looking directly into yours.

“You’re gorgeous. I got so lucky.”

You smiled, playing with the lapels of his tuxedo.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

It was at this point that your roommate rolled her eyes, coughing to get you to acknowledge the fact that she was still here.

“Alright, break it up, or get out of here. Go have fun, okay?”

She pulled you into a hug, whispering a reminder to be safe, as well as a reminder that she was so happy and proud of you. Before you left, she threatened Chris that if anything happened to you, she would murder him, before you pulled him out of the door, yelling back at her to stop scaring off your dates. The walk to the fraternity house was a good time for you and Chris to spend some quiet moments together. The sun had slowly started to go down, but it was still warm enough out for you to really enjoy it all. Your anxiety was fading as you walked with him, knowing that he wouldn’t let anybody do anything to hurt you. You tried to completely squash all the remnants of your anxiety, reminding yourself that you’re going to go enjoy a party with your best friend and your boyfriend all in one, and you were going to remember it this time.

You would be a liar to say that you didn’t feel the eyes on you, that you didn’t hear some people whispering about you, but most people were very kind, a lot of the other girls at the party complimenting how beautiful your dress looked. Chris reminded you every two minutes that you looked gorgeous, placing a kiss on your head or lips every thirty seconds. It really was one of the best times you had ever experienced at a fraternity house, and you were completely sober to enjoy it all. You were on such a high from having a good time with your boyfriend that you felt like you could be drunk, like nothing could bring you down, like nothing else mattered. Walking out of the party a little early, wanting to enjoy the rest of the night privately, you two began the walk to a common green on your campus. You checked your phone, smiling when you saw a text from your roommate.

bestie <3 : i’m staying at my boyfriend’s tonight. figured you guys would want some alone time. i love you!

You showed it to Chris, noting the way he smiled at you, laughing at his boyish reaction. You spent a little more time with each other, enjoying the general peace of each other’s presence, before getting up to go home. Walking back to your dorm, giggling like school children, with your hands clasped together, you felt like there could be nothing better than this. Confirming that Chris was with you as you entered the dorm building, you both moved quickly up the stairs, you having to pause to unlock the door. He pulled you into a kiss as you entered, shutting the door behind the two of you as you both stumbled towards your bed. You were standing in front of it, breaking the kiss to breathe, and to take your shoes off, as Chris’ hands now had one holding your side, and one toying with the top of your zipper.

“Can I take this off?”

You nodded, kissing him passionately before answering.

“I only bought it for you to take it off.”

You could feel the shaky breath than left his mouth against your lips as he fumbled with the zipper slightly, finally getting it and gently but firmly pulling it down. The straps of your dress loosened around your shoulders but didn’t fall, right on the edge of slipping off, and you felt warm hands move up and slide them down, removing your dress completely as he helped you step out of it. You hadn’t needed to wear a bra with this dress, since it had internal padding, and you could hear another breath leave your boyfriend, though this time it wasn’t shaky, and instead, was one of awe. He’d seen your body before, as you’d changed with him near multiple times, and this wouldn’t be the first time that you had slept with each other, but Chris would swear that you got more beautiful the more he saw you. He adored you, every part, and he tipped your head back so that he could start placing blooming bruises on your neck, loving the way you reacted to his motions.

Your knees eventually went weak, sitting down on the edge of the bed before the two of you moved fully onto it, albeit slightly ungracefully. You weren’t very adventurous people, keeping your nights together quite simple, as Chris hovered over you, placing kisses down your chest. You pulled him off only to remove his clothes, nearly tearing them in the process. Chris’ fingers played with the hem of your underwear, slowly removing them from your legs, continuing his trail of marks all the way down to your lower stomach, right above where you were growing desperate for his touch. You lifted your hips, a small gasp leaving your lips as he gently sucked another hickey, this time on your inner thigh. He left a couple more, running the tips of his fingers over your clit, alternating gentle taps on it to listen to your pretty whimpers. When you raised your hips again, whispering a plea for him to stop teasing, he took mercy on you, moving back up to kiss you again.

He smiled against your lips as he swallowed the moan that left your lips as he used his lips to heighten the pleasure of the firm movements and pressure on your clit, caused by his thumb. He messily made out with you, making the transition from simply touching you to fingering you, starting with just one, warming you up, loving the sounds you were making, feeling them vibrate against his mouth. It wasn’t long until your hips were pushing back to meet every movement he made, and he pushed in a second finger, beginning to curl them as he detached your lips, wanting to hear all the noises leaving your mouth. He didn’t stop moving his fingers, loving how beautiful you looked when your eyes were fluttering shut, your head slightly tipped back, and your back beginning to arch. He smiled at you, kissing your neck again.

“God, baby, you’re soaked.”

You whined at his words, a little bit louder than you would have liked to, and Chris quieted you down by kissing you again, increasing the speed of his fingers, feeling your hips lift against his. It took all of his effort not to grind down against your touch, kissing you harder. He swallowed every moan and whimper that left your mouth, enjoying just how reactive you were. He kept his ministrations going until he felt you clenching around him, pulling off of your mouth to hear your moans quickly rise in pitch, before removing his touch. You whined, pushing your hips down to try and chase the feeling, but he didn’t let you.

“I want you to cum on my dick, not around my fingers.”

You pulled his body impossibly closer to you, feeling him push his boxers down to relieve some of the immense tension in his pants. He removed them as quickly as possible, adjusting how he was on top of you, a hand coming up to run his thumb along the side of your face, holding your jaw, admiring just how pretty you were under him. He’d seen this sight before, but he would never get tired of it. He brought his hand back down to rub at your clit, giving you pleasure to distract from the slight pain of him slowly pushing into you. He kissed you deeply, not daring to move faster than you were ready for. He let out a deep groan when he bottomed out, feeling you echo a moan against his lips. He stayed as still as possible, fighting the urge to bury himself in you, giving you as much time as you needed to adjust to the stretch. As soon as you gave him the okay to move, his breathing was shaky, overwhelmed by just how good you felt around him.

“Oh my god, baby.”

You could only whimper in response, the drag of his cock against every perfect spot bringing you to tears of pleasure. You felt full, your sweet spot being abused as he slowly built up his pace, gaining speed. He was groaning into the side of your neck, his hips building a steady rhythm as you fell apart on his dick. He knew exactly what angle to hit, bringing back the stimulation on your clit. As he did so, he felt you tighten around him for a split second, gasping at the unexpected pleasure that rode through him, his hips jerking of their own accord before returning to the rhythm he had set for the two of you. As his perfectly angled thrusts gained a little bit more speed, you could feel your orgasm swirling in the pit of your stomach, what felt like a coil crunching down and getting ready to snap. Chris knew the signs of you being on the edge, and he added more pressure to your clit, feeling the way you were beginning to consistently clench around him, speaking into your ear.

“So good for me, baby, make me feel so good-”

His voice broke against your ear, a whimper of his own slipping through as the rhythm of his hips began to falter. The praise that he kept trying to speak, the breathless “good girl” that slipped from his lips, did it for you. Your finish felt like it knocked the wind out of you, tightening around Chris’ dick, back arching harshly as you cried out his name. He completely lost control at this, hips desperately jerking as he chased his own release, you whining as you felt it inside of you. He was breathing heavily, but so were you, as you basked in the glow of your orgasms. After a couple of minutes, he slowly pulled out, whispering apologies as you winced in sensitivity. He kissed you to distract you, before grabbing some of the wipes off of your nightstand and beginning to gently wipe the evidence of your night off of your legs. You were exhausted from the party and now the sex, mustering up the energy to speak.

“I love you.”

He pulled back, smiling at you.

“I love you more. Let me take care of you, okay?”

His aftercare was short but sweet, rubbing your legs so that they hopefully wouldn’t ache too much in the morning, carrying you to the bathroom where he sat you down on the toilet, gently helping you and himself clean off with a damp washcloth after you peed. You were both spent, and a shower could wait until the morning, but at least this way you weren’t tired and gross. He had you back in bed quickly, but not before helping you into some soft clothes. He had a couple pairs of sweats, boxers, and shirts at your dorm, so he pulled clothing back on, pulling you into his arms and kissing the top of your head. You laid in comfortable silence before he spoke, the last thing that would be said before you fell asleep.

“I love that dress.”

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greythemed · 10 months

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𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ bloodhounds . kim gun-woo

˚ TITLE 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ lovesick ˚ WORD COUNT 𓂃 ♥︎ⴰ 1936

he looked unreal, all tanned with his beautiful eyes half closed as he looked down, full lips unconsciously forming a pout. his chest was bronzed and openly displayed for anyone with two eyes and a drooling mouth.

you wanted to eat him alive.

it was supposed to be a peaceful morning at your parents' beach house on the coast but, apparently, your boyfriend chose violence that day. with sleepy eyes and a drowsy appearance, you immediately realized that you accidentally fell asleep while trying to get tanned by the summer sun in the morning. luckily, the book you were reading fell from your grip at some point and didn't leave a funny mark on your stomach for woo-jin to laugh about later.

how can one person be so beautiful, inside and out? was he even real, or will you inevitably wake up to find the space beside you empty, his presence fading with your dreams?

you get goosebumps just imagining it.

feeling your eyes on him, gun-woo looked up from his drawing, a big smile forming on his pink lips.

"you look like shit, babe".

oh wow, what a day to feel loved.

"fuck off". you grumbled while sitting up and picking the book from the floor next to you, gun-woo's eyes never leaving your bikini form. "what took you so long to get here?". you asked him pouty.

"your mother asked me to move the sofa three times so she could do her pilates session in the living room". gun-woo couldn't help but laugh at his answer, never imagining he'd be in this position someday.

it was your first family trip as a couple, and also the first time gun-woo went on a plane and traveled since his school's excursion in 9th grade to say the best. you were happy to see him happy. it was thrilling to see the man in another setting, different from the usual gym clothes or café outings you guys first got to know each other. you considered yourself a good girlfriend, providing these opportunities for both of you while so young, even if gun-woo was paying for basically everything other than the house you were staying. you were a good girlfriend, right?

so why the living hell was he acting so mean towards you?

"i'm sorry about that". you grimaced embarrassingly because of your mother. "just because you have an insane amount of muscle she thinks you're her personal guard". gun-woo laughs. that bright innocent smile that makes his eyes disappear.

fuck you kim geun-woo for being so mean.

"my mom used to say we should never neglect help from others, including offering help in the first place". he tells you with innocence, a sudden wave of sympathy running through his veins strong enough to make him vocalize his thoughts. you were too accustomed with this side of him, being together for almost 6 months. “she also used to say that we always must look for the best in people”.

he was too pure. so why could you only think other things like what was this man saying? and why wasn't he kissing your mouth right now?

you embarrassingly found yourself in this predicament more times than you could count with your boyfriend.

the sound of his voice didn't shake you out of your sleepy daze, looking up at him with eyes full of love and wonder. like a lovesick puppy whose brain didn't seem to register the spoken words, too caught up in its own reverie.

when he didn't get the reply he was hoping for, gun-woo finally put down the pen and paper and leaned closer to you, your knees now touching and you almost choked on your saliva.

you loved him too much. and he was so hot.

“y/n?” he asked softly, placing a hand on top of your lap, the feel of his surprisingly cold hands against your warm skin almost making you shiver.

"i was so worried when i woke up and didn't see you, figured you'd be reading here". his smile continued to be nothing other than soothing, comforting, and exclusive.

exclusive for you and only you.

"woo-jin tried facetiming early this morning but i was still sleeping, i kind of feel bad for him not being able to come this time". he rambles. "and i also feel bad for sleeping so late, i hope your parents don't mind it. yesterday was a good day".

of course it was a good day. it was gun-woo's first ever private flight and you couldn't put your mind around the fact that this man's whole life was a huge unfair exposure to only the bad in life. you wanted to cry suddenly. cry for everything cruel that happened to him. cry for his still pure but poorly scarred heart. cry for his smiles and goodmorning pecks. cry for his fucking six-pack and spy reflexes.

cry because he was yours. exclusively.

without saying a word, you gently pulled his hands away before wrapping yours around his shoulders in a much-needed hug, the love you felt for him overwhelming all your senses. his arms found their place around your waist immediately, pulling his body closer and pouring all his love into you in return.

it was his fault for dating such a crybaby and he knew it, because the second he touched your waist and ribs, the boxer knew you were about to cry because of your uneaving breathing.

gun-woo hesitated for a second, giving your body another squeeze before finally speaking.

"are you okay, princess?" his voice was calm as he gently stroked your hair, knowing damn well you got emotional in the mornings sometimes. his 'bedroom voice' - that's what you called, don't judge - was enough to make your eyes sting, causing you to snuggle closer to his neck with a nod.

"'m okay".

you loved his bedroom voice - again, don’t judge the name you came up with -, it was special for you. it held something ethereal in the fact that he dropped a few octaves to talk to you and only you. the intimacy he could bring only by speaking more calmly to you, everywhere you both were together and tangled in each other's arms like right now.

everything was different. the setting, the weather, the clothes - it made you realize for the very first time in the six months of your relationship that dating itself shouldn't be overwhelming, tiring, or burdensome.

dating should feel like the books you grew up reading and the movies you grew up watching. anything other than that, it didn't belong to you in the first place.

you felt so comfortable in his embrace like you were floating on a fluffy cloud as the sun was slowly disappearing, so warm and safe. it was just the best, being with the man you loved, and nothing could come close to how you were feeling in his presence, surrounded by his unconditional love and care.

fuck, you were sounding like a corny teenager and it was embarrassing.

"y/n, you're going to tell me what's on your mind, aren't you?". the sound of his concern was evident in his voice, reminding you that - even if this man's thighs were the size of your head -, he still was worried and soft on the inside type of boyfriend.

you were his first girlfriend. gun-woo didn't know how to do things usually.

without missing a beat, you looked him in the eye for the question.

"i love you, gunwoo-ya". you started to pour your eyes out for no reason. you blamed the hormones, your mom would blame the weather and woo-jin would blame the books you read but you didn't care.

the corners of his mouth turned up in response, a soft, sincere smile stretching across his face because he was also just that: a lovesick puppy.

"i l-love you too". gun-woo wasn't expecting that, you could tell. he was too nonchalant for his own good sometimes.

like who the fuck wears pink bright shorts at his parents-in-law’s beach house? WITH NO SHIRT ON.

his eyes were full of love as he looked at you, the sun making the already beautiful landscape even more dazzling as time seemed to stop once more, everything but him disappearing at that moment. not being able to wait any longer, gun-woo then leaned his head up, pouty lips brushing yours teasingly for a moment before connecting in a proper kiss.

his touch was soft and tender, brushing against your mouth as he had so many times before, your tongue darting out to meet his briefly as his arms around your waist pulled you even closer. the sudden change in height since you got up from the bench was a different angle for both of you.

a silent moan escaped your lips as your barely clothed breast brushed against his, giving your boyfriend the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue properly inside your mouth for another taste.

his hands squeezed your sides lightly, applying just the right amount of pressure to feel good, and just as you were about to pull him even closer to deepen the kiss, he slowly pulled back, making you want his lips more.

a smile appeared on his face at that, the smugness behind it pouting in response. you straddled him so your faces were on the same level and suddenly the boxer went exe.error404

"jagi, your mom-". he spoke, his hot breath hitting your face with each exhale. you smirked at him.

he was so mean.

"how can you act innocent right after sucking my mouth dry a second ago, you monster?".

"b-but-". oh no. his cheeks were red, wide eyes searching for one of your parents to pop up from nowhere suddenly, hands finding no safe spot to grip at your sides, finally opting to put them in your waist, almost engulfing its whole circumference because of the size of his hands.

when a few moments passed and you still remained in the same state, he finally relented and sealed your lips once more in a quick kiss, one of his hands moving up from your waist to gently caress your swollen lower lip afterward.

“is that what you've been thinking about all this time, baby?". he asked embarrassingly, eyes avoiding your brown ones for all that was worth.

you nodded, your eyes roaming all over his face before reaching out to move some of the hair away from his eyes, gathering his attention.

"sorry, but yes". you pouted, a small smile starting to appear on the boxer's mouth. you could tell he was embarrassed to hear you confess he occupies your mind 24/7 as if he didn’t know that yet. "and that you are so irritably sexy".

not even one second after, gun-woo's hand is covering your mouth with his eyes wide open and a laugh escapes your lips. he instantly mouths for you to be careful.

"i didn't even say anything wrong!". you defend, automatically tracing his scar on the right side of his face like you are already used to, brushing his hair at the end.

"you want sexy time, i know you!". he whisper-shouts, now completely avoiding your gaze. you laughed.

"sorry". you were not. "it's not my fault you're wearing pink shorts! you can't do this to me, you're mean!". you whined on his lap.

"you were crying seconds ago, what happened?!". it was his turn to pout, looking genuinely confused at your change of emotions. "woojin-hyung said you were crazy when you guys first met".

"aish- that old f-". gun-woo covered your mouth again, warning you. "he's lucky he didn't make it here".

this one is for my crybaby girlies i got you don't worry, gun-woo is here to wipe your tears and fuck your brains out - in a loving way. loved imagining beach!gunwoo a little too much.

#this was supposed to be longer im sorryyyy #hope you enjoyed anyways!!#woo do hwan #kim geun woo x reader #kim gun woo #bloodhounds fanfic #bloodhounds #bloodhounds x reader #bloodhounds netflix #bloodhounds kdrama

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turvi · 10 months

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id like to request an older!remus x wife involving them waking up together on a rainy Saturday morning 🥹

Ayee thank you so much for this request I hope you enjoy this.

Remus was up before Y/n, enjoying the sound of the rain pattering against the roof and the feel of the cold wind. He loved it when the sky wasn't too dark. And the rain wasn't too heavy.

He saw Y/n sleeping peacefully by his side. She looked so beautiful, but Remus wanted to share this peaceful moment with her. So he woke her up in the most chaotic way.

Remus blew raspberries on her shoulder. He smirked when he heard her groan. When they had first started dating 10 years ago, he would wake her up like a gentleman would. With sweet kisses. Now Remus couldn't help but be annoying to her after they had spent so many years together.

"I'm up...I'm up." Y/n's voice croaked. She opened her eyes to see Remus smirking.

"Morning dove, look, it's raining."

Y/n looked at him in disbelief. "You woke me up to see rain?"

"Yeah, look, it's such pleasant weather. I want to enjoy it with my wife." Remus said, kissing her neck and shoulders, knowing she would melt.

His breath tickled her neck, and she was no longer groggy and pissed. Y/n let Remus tug her closer to him. His stubble pricked against her skin. She gasped. "Growing a beard Mr Lupin?"

Remus smirked and ran his hand across his stubble. "Well, you did say beard might look nice on me, Mrs Lupin."

Y/n leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

She gasped when he pushed her back gently and got on top of her, his nose touching hers. "Maybe I am. What will you do about that, Mrs Lupin?" He loved calling her that. A part of him still couldn't believe this was real. That she chose to spend her life with him.

"Remus, we will get late if you don't stop." she giggled as he continued to kiss her neck and collarbone.

"Just 15 more minutes."' He mumbled against her skin.

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2 hours later, the couple held each other as they regained their breath. Y/n lightly smacked Remus' arm, which made him jolt. "You said 15 minutes."

Remus smirked at her breathless sight and shrugged. "oops. Let me make it up to you. How about round 2?"

Y/n scoffed and hit him with a spare pillow. In reality, she was just glad to see Remus happy and healthy. The war had taken a nasty toll on him, and Voldemort was growing in power and she was worried whether she and Remus would be able to see each other again or not.

This led them to get married while the war was going on because if their life was ending now, at least they spent it together, in each other's arms.

Y/n thanked the stars that she could see his bright smile again, hear him laugh, trace his scars, and let him know she loved him in this life and the next.

She wanted nothing else, but to be his forever, and Remus needed nothing else but her to be his side.

Remus was so thankful for her that he kissed her again, the kind of kiss you feel in every essence of your living, the kind of kiss that reminds them that it's over and they have each other again.

He leaned back. "Stay here. Let me make you breakfast." Remus didn't move until he drew circles on her hip and cheek, feeling her skin and taking a deep breath his heart reminding his mind she is here.

Y/n smiled "ok...but I will make tea. You add too much sugar."

Remus chuckled as she followed him to the kitchen, quickly preparing their breakfast to enjoy it in each other's presence.

A/N: I hope you like this. REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED

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k-germsworld · 7 months

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Delivery App

Yerin x M! Reader

Prostitution!

2.7k words

This story is written with a bit of metaphor. So I hope you can understand and like it.

"DEFEAT"

That word reminds me that I lost another game. I played from morning to afternoon and never won a game. This makes me feel very frustrated. I originally wanted to continue playing, but when I looked at the time, it turned out to be 2 or 3 p.m. My stomach just made the sound of hunger, so I had no choice but to give up the game and order food instead. I opened the food delivery app and kept looking for what I wanted to eat for lunch. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find what I wanted to eat. Just when I wanted to turn it off, an ad suddenly popped up.

“If you can’t think of what to eat, download this app.” and there is a beautiful girl on the cover. I also downloaded this app out of curiosity. After I registered everything, I officially entered its page. Its design is a bit strange, it simply asks you what you want to eat and fills in your address. Then after you choose your food, you can also choose the gender, age, and preference of the delivery man. Driven by curiosity, I chose cheese sausage, meatballs, ramen, and a seafood dish. Then I also carefully selected the type of delivery man I wanted. I chose a girl who is energetic and beautiful as my delivery man, although I don’t understand why I need to choose the type of delivery man. I was impressed that the shipping charges on this platform were much cheaper than usual. After that, I waited patiently for its arrival.

"Ding Dong"

When I heard this doorbell, I knew my food had finally arrived. Since I was so hungry, I couldn't wait to open the door. The moment I opened the door, I found that the delivery man was the same type I chose. Her beautiful appearance attracted me profoundly and made me forget my hunger. "Hi, I am your selected food delivery man, my name is Yerin. Nice to meet you! "Her self-introduction woke me up from my obsession. "Hi, you can call me K. Nice to meet you too! " Just after the introductions were completed, I noticed something strange. I obviously ordered food, but why did she, the delivery man come empty-handed? "Sorry to ask, but may I know where my food is?" She didn't say a word, but she walked into my home. She looked at my home carefully, then she turned to me and smiled. Her smile was so beautiful that I instantly forgot to ask about my food. My stomach growling brought me back to reality. "So where the hell is my food, Ms. Yerin?" She thought I would explode with hunger at any moment but she was not afraid and instead showed an evil smile. "Your food has been here for a long time."

"Where..... where is my food ?" I kept looking next to Yerin and looking for my food.

"No need to look any further, the food you've been looking for is me."

"What? " I was so dumbfounded hearing her words.

"Yes, don't be so surprised that I am your food. You just need to enjoy me as your food."

Yerin saw that I was still standing there in a daze, so she started treating herself as food for me to enjoy. "Mr. K, this is the sausage you ordered." She took off my pants and started playing with my cock. "Wow, your 'sausage' is so huge." Although I am really hungry right now, but now that a beautiful woman is playing with my cock, my hunger has long been forgotten. After she had my dick fully erect, she put it in her mouth like a sausage. Our eyes met as she took my 'sausage' in her mouth. Her eyes were very seductive. She is very skilled and not like an ordinary delivery man makes me wonder if this app is trickery. Yerin was still very focused on blowing me, taking my cock deeper and deeper. The moment my cock touched her throat I felt like I was in heaven. She spit my cock out. My cock was covered with her saliva and there was a lot of saliva left on her tongue. She kissed me with her slobbery mouth, her saliva was like consomme to me. I also kept sucking her tongue. Her tongue is like a cherry-flavored lollipop, which makes me want to suck it all the time. Her hand never stopped playing with my cock, making sure it stayed erect.

"Do you want to eat the next snack?" Yerin leaned into my ear and whispered. I nodded to Yerin without hesitation. She quickly took off her clothes, revealing her tits. Before I knew it, my hands were already playing with her tits. "Sir, please enjoy the meatballs you ordered." It turns out her breasts represented meatballs and I was curious about what food was coming next. I took off her bra and started teasing her nipples. Her nipples got hard from my teasing. Then I put her on the dining table and started greedily feasting on her 'meatballs'. I licked her breasts until they were covered with my saliva. When I touched her tits with my hands, I could feel that her tits were all wet. Her tits are really as elastic and firm as meatballs. Her tits were really as elastic and firm as meatballs, making me forget for a moment whether I was eating meatballs or playing with her tits. "Yes...... enjoy my tits like meatballs, enjoy them deliciously." She moaned selflessly. I stopped my movements and looked at her tits which were wet from my licking. Her tits glow like they've been waxed.

"Do you want to have some food combinations, sir?" Yerin gave me some special suggestions.

"What do you mean?" I am very confused.

Yerin got off the table and knelt in front of me without saying a word. She put my dick between her tits and started squeezing it. "Da la, combinations of sausage and meatballs," She said jokingly. She started giving me a titsjob. Her breasts were really big and soft and made me moan. I just watched my cock going in and out of her tits. My cock seemed to appear and disappear between her tits. She looked very satisfied as I enjoyed her titsjob. When she senses that her tits aren't lubricated enough, she'll smear a little saliva on them and continue. As my cock approaches her mouth, she sticks out her tongue and licks my glans. I quickly wanted to cum under this double stimulation. "By the way, I ordered cheese sausage, where is my cheese?" She didn't answer, but she moved faster to stimulate my cock.

"The cheese is come from......." Yerin said half the words.

"Yerin, I am cumming!" Afterward, I shot my first thick load. Since it was my first shot and it was semen that had been suppressed for a long time, I shot far and wide. When I looked at her I saw my cum all over her tits and face. "Your cheese is so thick and salty. It's so tasty. " She reviewed my semen like a food critic. Seeing her reaction, I realized that the cheese sausage was referring to my semen and cock.

"My body and face are so slimy because of your sticky semen. How do you want to compensate me?”

"Sorry, I accidentally got too excited and cum all over your body. Then how do you want me to compensate you? Let me help you clean your body first." Just when I got the towel and wanted to help her wipe her body, she smiled disdainfully and pushed my hand away. Then she sat on the dining table and spread her legs so that I could see her pussy. "I don't need any compensation, I just want you to enjoy the next meal. Now let me serve you the premium seafood - 'abalone'. Come and enjoy my 'abalone' now." Yerin said as she fingered her pussy, showing me the perfect shape of her pussy. Her ‘abalone' seemed to be inviting me to eat it, so I rushed over and started enjoying it without any hesitation. This is the first time I have eaten a girl's abalone, and I can feel its moistness and salty taste. Although I couldn't accept it at first, as I continued to enjoy it, I gradually began to feel that Yerin's ’abalone‘ had a taste that I couldn't get rid of after tasting it. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and started licking the inside of her pussy greedily. I could feel the wetness inside her and her softness, it was really delicious. Her 'abalone' is like an aphrodisiac, the more I eat it, the more aroused I become. " Yes.... just eat my 'abalone' like this crazily!" She became more and more active. She pressed my head as if she didn't want me to stop so quickly.

"Yes..... I am cumming soon." Yerin couldn't bear it anymore and was about to have her first squirt of the day. I licked it harder after I heard her horny moaning. In an instant, her abalone erupted a large amount of squirt. My face was wet from her squirting. I licked all of Yerin's squirt clean and then raised my head and looked at her. When I saw her happy expression, I wanted to see her more horny expression again. So I stuck my two fingers in her pussy and keep fingering her. Her expression now showed a more erotic expression than before, and she also showed an ahegao face. I don’t know if it’s because she’s still very sensitive, but she quickly squirted on me after I fingered her a few times.

"Wow, this 'abalone' is so juicy that you can be squirting a second time so quickly after squirting once," I said teasingly.

"Yes, this 'abalone' is famous for being juicy, and its essence juice is also very delicious." Yerin showed her professionalism and introduced me to the characteristics of her 'abalone'. I put my juice-filled fingers into her mouth and let her try to see if it was really that delicious. She licked my fingers selflessly, and she kept telling me how delicious the juice was. Of course, I know how delicious her juices are, I just want to see her erotic expression and hear her dirty words. Her actions made my cock erect again.

"It's main dish time, SIR." After Yerin saw my cock erect, she spread her legs again and invited me to fuck her. Her pussy was trembling as if it was breathing. That vibration was a strong inducement for me to put my cock inside. In the end, I inserted my cock into her pussy without saying a word. Her pussy was so wet that I thrust in it without any effort. I am now like a gourmet-tasting food. I slowly get to know its taste from shallow to deep. Her tits kept shaking in front of me as I kept thrusting. That scene made me want to speed up to fuck her even more. To enjoy a more special feeling, I played with her 'meatballs' again with both hands. I'm like a little kid lying on her tits drinking her milk. "Yes, food is the best when it is eaten in this way." She is so enjoyed when I play with her tits while I fucked her pussy hard.

I couldn't help but kiss Yerin's lips. I enjoyed kissing her because her lips were so soft and had a special taste. Her lips had a different taste than when I first kissed them. This taste is like the smell that her hormones are constantly emitting. I love kissing her now because of her taste, and now my hands are groping her tits while my cock is fucking Yerin's pussy so hard. The two of us were now fully stretched out on the dining room table. Every time I thrust, the table shook. We were not afraid that the table might break at any time.

"Yerin arh... I am cumming soon." I feel like I'm reaching my limit.

"Yes.... give it to me but not inside. " Even though she looked crazy, she always kept her wits about her and stopped me from cumming inside her. However, I hadn't had sex in so long that I completely ignored her request. In the end, I shot all my semen into her pussy. Yerin felt a warm liquid in her pussy, and she suddenly panicked. "Hey sir, you didn't even order abalone with cheese, how can you shoot your 'cheese' inside my 'abalone'. I'm going to charge you extra." she said very annoyingly. I immediately felt very sorry for her. When she saw my depressed look, she suddenly thought it was enjoyable to tease me.

"But if you can satisfy me one more time, then I won’t charge you," Yerin said it with a smirk. She took me to the sofa and pushed me towards the sofa. She took off all my clothes and started licking my body. She likes to lick my nipples the most because when she licks my nipples, my body keeps twitching because of the sensitivity. She loved watching me tremble under her teasing. Her hands kept stroking my cock so that it could become erect again. She kept teasing me until she was completely aroused. After that, she straddled my legs and put my cock into her pussy. She's super proactive now, I can't resist her initiative. Yerin already treats my cock like a dildo, completely ignoring my mood and only focusing on her own pleasure. She was fucking herself on my cock very fast causing her tits to jiggle even faster. Just when I wanted to grab her tits again, she stopped and turned around to continue.

"So now, I will serve you peach as an after-meal dessert." Yerin turned her ass side towards me and asked me to touch them. Her ass is really meaty and very good to touch. She was still enjoying fucking herself while I was focused on touching her ass. " Spank me, Sir!" I spanked her at her request. "Fuck... harder please...!" I increased the intensity of my spank and made her moan very loudly. Her crazy moans turned me on so much. So I stood up and fucked her from behind. I grabbed her hands and bent her body back slightly so I could fuck her deeper. Her moans were getting louder and louder, and her voice might even be heard by the neighbors. I made her lied on her fours and fucked her in doggy style. Our violent body collisions and moans echoed throughout the house.

"Cum for me now please but not inside." Yerin seemed to sense that I was about to climax, so she reminded me. I started thrusting faster so that I could reach orgasm faster after hearing her beg.

"Fuck, Yerin. I am cumming now." I pulled out my cock and pointed it at Yerin's body, and a lot of semen came out. This is my third cum today and it makes me very tired. She put the semen from her body into her mouth. She looked very satisfied with my cum. " Your 'cheese' is so tasty. Thanks for serving me this good 'cheese'. " I rested aside and watched Yerin eat my cum. I just remembered that she forgot a dish.

"Oh ya, where is my ramen?"

"Aren't you full yet? You've already cum on me twice." Even so, Yerin patiently explained to me. "When your semen is on me, does it feel like ramen noodles covered in soup? So the ramen you ordered is your semen on my body or on my face, got it?" I nodded to express my understanding after listening to her explanation. When she saw me nodding, she put her clothes back on and prepared to leave.

“If you like my service, please remember to leave me a five-star review. Of course, you can also order me next time when you’re 'hungry'." Yerin said and winked at me before leaving.

After she left, I kept thinking about everything when I had sex with her. This food called Yerin really makes me taste it again and again, and it makes me have endless aftertaste. As I recalled it, my stomach suddenly growled. I was brought back to reality by the sound and realized that it was already 8 p.m.

'Oh no, I forgot my real lunch."

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adorerry · 8 months

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A bouquet a day keeps the sadness away. | H.S

Pairing: boyf!harry styles x reader

Word count: 1.4k

Summary: you have been feeling a bit down recently so harry decides to add a special something into his daily routine in hopes to make you feel better

Warnings: tiny mention of depression at the start, PURE FLUFF! (p.s I literally know nothing about flowers, so hashtag don’t hate the flowers I chose pls xx)

a/n: stay til the end for a surprise ;) if you would like to be added to my tag list please pop me a message in dm's or in my requests/talk to me box :*

With seasonal depression just around the corner, your moods have swooped down a load recently. Instead of going for your daily runs and gym sessions with harry, you stayed in bed and binge watched Netflix all day, crying over the smallest things ever and overall having no motivation to do anything. Other people might think it's pathetic, but Harry had immediately noticed your change of moods and knew he had to do something about it straight away. Even on days when u felt at your very best, Harry still managed to slip the odd compliment and reassuring quote in just to make sure you knew how much you meant to him. That’s when harry got the bright idea of doing something small for you each day of the week just to remind you how much he loves you and how proud he is of you.

Monday.

You woke up, mind groggy, rolling over to feel an empty space where harry usually lays. Rubbing your drowsy eyes, you opened them to see Harry's side of the bed neatly tucked in, pillows perfectly fluffed up, no creases in the sheet. Everything was perfectly in place except for him. Where was he?

Groaning to yourself, you stretch your legs out of the bed and trapse along to the kitchen.

Your eyes rapidly tearing up at the scene in front of you. A huge bouquet of sunflowers with a note peeping out from the top.

“My sweet sweet angel. I'm sorry for not being there this morning when you woke up, but I had to rush to the studio. Duty calls... :( I hope you're feeling a bit better this morning, text me as soon as you finish reading this note. Let me know how you are! I got you these flowers as a reminder of all the happy times we have together. I did my research and apparently sunflowers represent happiness, and I'm hoping they make your happiness shine out. I’ll never fathom how you are mine; you are everything I ever hoped and dreamed of. Keep being your beautiful, pleasing self. Shouldn’t be too long... don't miss me too much. H x”

Tuesday.

Every Tuesday morning harry would go out for meetings with his team, so you weren’t really surprised when you woke up to an empty bed once again. When he arrived back home yesterday, he smothered you in kisses and cuddles while insisting you guys ordered a takeout and had a movie night and that’s exactly what you did.

Pouring your milk, you heard the doorbell ring as you pranced over to the door not expecting any deliveries today. “Delivery for Mrs Styles?” The delivery man questioned. Your face immediately beginning to flush a red tone as you accepted the parcel. Mrs styles.. It has a nice ring to it you think to yourself as you open the box to yet again another bouquet of flowers with a note.

“Hello baby, hope you're having an amazing morning. I also hope you didn’t mind the delivery man calling u Mrs styles... I really need to make that official soon huh. I’ll be home a little later today, please take care of yourself throughout the day. Maybe go for a little walk to clear your head? Mum said she will meet you if you pop her a text, maybe go to the small café you like? My treat ;) Hope you like the roses. They symbolise love, and that’s exactly why I got them. I love you so much you never fail to fill the empty gaps in my heart. See you tonight lovie. H x”

Wednesday.

Yesterday afternoon you spent it with anne having a catchup, both of you agreeing to go out shopping today, and last night cuddled up with harry in bed chatting about life and how the team was treating him. Surprisingly on one of your only mornings waking up next to harry, you were the first to be awake and out the house. Due to his busy schedule, it was another late night at the studio for harry but you didn’t mind as you knew he was doing things he loved.

When you arrived back home you saw yet again another box waiting for you to open it and pick it up. Taking everything inside you let out a slight laugh as you opened the box to a huge bouquet of lavenders. Obviously, it wasn’t a bouquet without the famous note...

“I hope you're not sick of my flower sending yet :( Woke up this morning and you weren’t there, felt a little deflated that I couldn’t smother you in kisses to wake you up but mum text me saying she took you shopping which made me feel way better. It’s so lovely seeing the two people I care for the most bonding and spending time together, and that’s why I've sent you these beautiful lavenders. They symbolise peace and you may be wondering why I have sent you flowers for peace? I want your beautiful body and brain to give you a break from all the stressful thoughts wandering them. I hope today brought you so much peace and I can assure you the future will too... I love you my precious girl. H x”

Thursday.

Surprise surprise, another morning without harry. This morning he left for training day with brad. You really wish you were there to witness harry in training mode but instead you found yourself once again opening another bouquet of flowers.

“Hi lovie, this is a short one today. I'm sorry... This short note is worth it as tomorrow is unfortunately the last flower bouquet day. I know, I know I can hear your sobs from here but don’t worry darling it will all be worth it I just need you to trust me.. Which is why I got you freesia flowerers today. They symbolise trust and I'm needing you to trust me with everything you have. I’ll see you tomorrow, love you millions. H x”

Friday aka The last flower day.

You felt the bed dip as you made a lazy attempt to open your eyes as you felt the immediate kisses harry started planting all over your face.

“G’mornin’ lovie. Y’gonna wake up for me?” he questioned swiping the stray hairs away from your face and tucking them behind your ear.

“Mhm” you replied turning over and slowly dozing back to sleep as you felt harry pick you up taking you somewhere in the house.

It took harry 10 minutes to wake you up, once he was successful you looked at your surroundings to see you were in the living room.

“Got you a coffee anndddd your very last bouquet box” he said placing down both the coffee and box Infront of you

“You really didn’t have to do this for me H.. but I really appreciate it so thank you” you leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek as you turned back around eagerly opening the box to see what’s inside the last one.

You opened the box to the most gorgeous flowers you had ever seen but felt a pang in your heart when you didn’t see a note, harry noticed your frantic looks as he reached over and grabbed a handwritten note.

“I felt like a handwritten one is better for today's note, feels more personal?” he said with a slanted smile placed on his face. You began to read the note as you hear harry rustling around behind you.

“Good morning gorgeous... I felt like a handwritten note was the better option for today. A week today will be our 5-year anniversary. I can’t even begin to thank you for all the astonishing things you have done for me these past 5 years, I most definitely wouldn’t be here without you, you are my muse... So, thank you thank you thank you. I really hope you like my choice of today's flower’s, il explain to you what they symbolise in a second. You have showed me how to love and what true love feels like, and I will continue giving you everything I have until my very last day on earth. These flowers are my personal favourites... They are called calla lilies, and they symbolise marriage. I love you I love you I love you. So, what I'm trying to say is...”

“Y/n..” you turn around nearly giving yourself whiplash, seeing the love of your life on one knee your eyes start welling up as your hands automatically cover your mouth in shock. “Will you marry me?”

You desperately nod your head as your head finds the crook of his neck while your tears find a home in his t-shirt. Secretly harry let out a few tears too but he would never let you know that.

A/N again: Woweee if you made it this far hi! Thank you so much for reading this is my very first thing i've ever posted on this account, I'l do a small post soon introducing myself and what/who I write.

I DO NOT give consent to anyone reposting my writing and claiming it as theirs. I AM more than happy for you guys to reblog, add to reccomendation lists etc (this really helps especially as im a small account!). If you would like to translate any of my posts please message me before hand so we can chat about it!

I love you, stay safe, my messages are ALWAYS open dont be affraid to message me.. M x

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artandshid · 7 months

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Eddie munson crop top... . .. I'm feral for it like foaming out the mouth, please. Maybe the reader sees Eddie at school with a cropped hellfire shirt because it shrunk in the wash. She's in hellfire club but can't focus on anything but Eddie at school. So he asks what's up and she gets all flustered or something like that .

*Hi I changed the context of the crop top a little bitch but I still hope you like it*

WARNING: SMUT

You saw your boyfriend before he saw you. He was at his locker putting some books away. It may have seemed silly a few months ago, Eddie Munson with textbooks, yea right, but when you guys started dating, he was motivated to take his education seriously. He wanted to graduate with his girl.

He looks beautiful as always, his hair sitting in sloppy curls that fit him just perfectly, his eyebrows slightly pinched in concentration, he probably didn’t even realize he was doing it, and his soft lips slightly parted. He is so handsome and he doesn’t even know.

But what really caught your attention today, wasn’t your boyfriend’s usual, beautiful features, no it was the shirt he was wearing.

At first you didn’t even notice it, but once you realize, you thought you were for sure drooling.

He was dressed in, what looked like, to be your Hellfire Tshirt. And since it was yours, well, it didn’t exactly fit him right. It was two sizes too small for him and it was obvious. The shirt was too tight, it was hugging his muscular chest so perfectly you can see the outline of his pecs. And it was tight around the arms, too, so you his muscular biceps were being shown off to anyone who paid attention. And whoever wasn’t paying attention was missing quite the show in your opinion. But no, what really did it for you was the length of the shirt. It was short. So short that you can see his semi-toned stomach and his happy trail. God it turned you on so much.

“He probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing” you think and shake your head.

Finally he notices you and gives you a bright wide smile and kisses you on the forehead.

“There’s my girl, how are you today lovely?” He asks sincerely. Looking right into your eyes.

That’s something you love so dearly about him, he always means his questions. He doesn’t ask for the pleasantries, he asks because he truly fucking cares.

But right now, you’re so focused on his attire that you can hardly formulate thoughts, let alone words.

“M-my morning was g-great, how was yours babe?” You ask stuttering and looking at the ground, knowing that you’re getting more turned on by the second and knowing you can’t do anything because you’re at school.

He looks at you strangely because of your response, but chooses to ignore it right now. “My morning was hectic, I woke up late and only had about 10 minutes to get ready for school, I had to choose between eating or brushing my teeth, and I think you’ll be glad to know that I chose to brush my teeth,” He teases with fake pride, “Oh! I also completely wore the wrong shirt, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed, which I appreciate you not saying anything, I’m a wee bit embarrassed by it, but I thought it was mine, but it’s obviously yours, by the time I realized it was too late for me to change.” He says, but then he takes noticed if your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils and he thinks he knows why.

“Y-yeah I noticed, I think you totally r-rock it though.” Y/n says, but Eddie heard her trail off at the end and he smirks to himself. He knew when his girl was turned on, and his girl was soaking through her panties right now, he could practically smell it.

He decided to mess around with her a little bit, knowing that he has the upper hand, which doesn’t usually happen, especially when you have a girlfriend as hot as y/n, usually he’s the one that’s a flustered mess.

“Are you okay love? You’re acting a little goofy.” He says as he trails his finger tips up her side, to her forehead, feigning ignorance as he tries to play it off as checking her temperature. He hears her breath hitch.

“E-eddie, I’m fine, we should hurry though, I-I don’t wanna be late for class.” Y/n says still not making direct eye contact with him.

“I really don’t think you should go, you’re acting strange, how about this, we skip first period and come back for the second class, since we have it together anyways.” He says.

“Where will we go Eddie?” He doesn’t miss that tone in her voice. He doesn’t even think she realizes she has that seductive tone, too horny to control it. It’s also the first time she makes eye contact with him today and he didn’t realize how dark her normally blue iris’s were. God he can’t wait to have her alone.

“Let’s go out in my van and just talk. Have an easy morning.” He says and he can practically see the gears going in her head, knowing that she will finally get some relief.

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They’re out and in the van and Eddie says, “What’s got you so flustered today?” Looking deep in her eyes and tracing hearts around her arm.

Finally in their own private space, Y/n is able to gather her thoughts. “Eddie, that shirt is so fucking hot, you don’t even have a clue do you.”

He smirks at her. “Well I didn’t until you were tumbling over your words and blushing at the mention of my attire.”

She scoffs, “Oh so this whole skipping first period was just a ploy to get me out here in the van.” She bites her lip and Eddie can already feel himself getting hard.

“Don’t act like you didn’t need this baby.” He says and leans in for a kiss which she happily returns.

It gets heated quickly and his tongue is down her throat within seconds.

Y/n quickly maneuvers herself to get on Eddie’s lap, as she’s grinding on his dick, she can feel him getting hard, both of their jeans getting in the way of the friction they’re both now craving.

Eddie moans in her mouth at the movement and she pulls away slightly, “Eddie we should move to the back.”

Eddie starts kissing down her neck. “Why what do we need the extra space for?” He says cockily.

She doesn’t have it in her to play his game, she just knows how badly she needs him right now, “Eddie, please.”

He smirks and a few moments later they find themselves in the back of the van, resuming their previous position.

Y/n pulls her lips from Eddie’s mouth to kiss and suck along his collar bone.

Eddie’s a moaning and panting mess, he’s at full mass right now and his jeans have never been more uncomfortable.

“Oh fuck, y/n baby, I need you so bad.” He moans out loud, and my god his moans are so pretty.

“Oh no, you tricked me out here, at least let me have my fun.” And he’s once again a whimpering mess.

She continues to grind against his dick and finally, she starts kissing at the hem of the shirt. Right where his stomach begins to poke out. He could feel her leaving hickies that will for sure be showing by the time they get back into the school.

She looks up at him just as she pokes her tongue out to lick at the start of his happy trail.

Seeing her like this makes him crazy and he thinks he might cum right in his pants.

He moans again, “Jesus fuck y/n” He moans out as he grabs her hair into a makeshift pony tail. “You’re so fucking good to me baby, so pretty when you’re like this, fuck” He moans out again.

Y/n let’s out a slight chuckle of triumph and begins unbuttoning his jeans. She does it so agonizingly slow.

She slips his jeans off of him and goes back up to his boxer covered dick, which is now standing at full height. She sees the wet spot on his boxers from the precum and she lets out a slight moan, one that does not go missed by Eddie.

She palms his dick though his underwear, “All of this for me? Fuck Eddie, you’re too good to me too.” She says as she kisses his tip through his boxers and Eddie’s hips jolt upward.

He’s a moaning mess, and y/n is positive that she could see a tear forming in his eyes, “Y/n baby please, i’m begging you. I need you to take me.”

“You want me to take you? In my mouth? Right now?” She says mockingly.

He sobs out, “y/n please.” He says and he reaches for the hem of his shirt to take it off, he was so turned on he felt like it was suffocating him.

But y/n stopped him before he could go any further, “leave the shirt on Eddie.” She says seriously, still palming him. He simply nods his head and looks into her, now black with lust eyes.

Within the next few moments, y/n was able to successfully removes his boxers and was now taking Eddie’s thick long cock in her mouth.

He sits up to watch because he loves seeing her like this, he grabs a handful of her hair and ruts up into her mouth, “oh fuck yeah hun, just like that, God you take me so fucking good.”

y/n moans around his dick and looks up at him through her thick eyelashes. Even with her mouth full of his veiny cock, he’s sure he can see a slight smirk on her face.

He jolts up again and she gags when his dick hits the back of her mouth. The blowjob is sloppy and she has spit spilling out on both sides of her mouth.

Eddie’s not sure how much longer he can last, so he quickly pulls her head off and flips her around so that she’s laying down in the back of his van.

He looks down at her and smirks, she’s a heaving, sweaty mess. And he can’t wait to get inside of her.

He takes off her shirt and kisses the top of both her boobs that were still covered in her lacy black bra. He loves the bra and the contrast of the color against her skin so it stays on, at least for today.

He kisses down her stomach similar to how she did to him before and traces his finger tips along her sides, giving her goosebumps.

She wriths beneath him and he’s not sure how much more she can take before she starts begging for it, but if he’s being completely honest, he wants her to beg for it.

He unbuttons her jeans and slips them down and he can see the wet patch in her pink panties.

“Jesus H. Christ, this wet over a shirt?” He says condescendingly at he blows on her covered pussy.

“No, I’m this wet over my extremely sexy boyfriend in said shirt.” She says smartly.

He chuckles and placed a kiss on her stomach. No matter how horny, give her the opportunity and she’ll be a smart ass.

He pulls her underwear down to reveal her pink, wet cunt and he licks his lips.

“So fucking beautiful” He says and traces his tongue up her slit.

She lets out the most pornographic moan that only encourages Eddie further.

He sucks on her clit and laps at her wetness until she is a moaning mess.

However, he wants her to beg for his cock. He wants her to prove how horny she really is for his crop top.

He shoves two fingers into her cunt and starts nipping and licking at her inner thighs. “Tell me what you need baby” He eggs her on.

She moans beneath him and juts up into his fingers.

“You have to use your words honey.” He says with a smirk and looks up at her.

She lets out a frustrated groan, but finally gives into his game, “Eddie I need your cock so fucking bad, please”

He shifts her around on her hand and knees, both of their favorite position, and he shoves his dick deep inside of her tight cunt.

They both let out a moan at the feeling, she could feel him hitting the spots that she needed him to and he could feeling her tightness ready to milk him at any second.

He’s pounding into her from the back with both hands gripping her ass and they’re both a moaning mess.

He could feel his orgasm approaching when she says, “Let me get on top, I wanna fuck you while watching you wear my shirt.”

He thinks he can cum right now if she asked, but eventually they maneuver until she’s on top and he’s looking up at his goddess of a girlfriend.

Her strong thighs are allowing her to move roughly and quickly on his dick and he watches as her tits bounce in her bra and her head is thrown back in pleasure.

He reaches up to cup her boobs and he thrusts his hips to match her pace, making their fucking harder and rougher.

“Oh fuck baby, you ride my cock so fucking good, you’re such a fucking good girl.” She moans out at this dirty talk and he knows that she’s close, so he keeps egging her on.

“Keep going baby, just like that, fucking princess, taking my cock so good in your tight little cunt. You fucking love every second of this. You know what you do to me.” He pulls her bra down so that her nipples are released and he pinched them roughly.

Apparently this is all it took for her cum, because next thing he knows she’s a moaning mess on top of him and he can see her juices flowing out around his cock.

The erotic image of his girlfriend orgasming is enough to send him over the edge and the next thing he knows is that he’s gripping his girlfriend roughly by the hips and fucking hard into her.

He moans out as he shoots his first cum rope into her pussy, but she hops off and finishes him off with her hands.

He watches as the last three ropes shoots up onto y/n’s stomach. It gets all over her hands and some even makes it in her face.

“Oh holy fuck, baby that was the biggest orgasm you ever had.” She says to him with a giggle as she starts playing with the cum in her hand. He moans at the sight of his girlfriend doing this, but he wants to see something else.

“Show me your cunt.” He says out of breath and she sits back and spreads her legs, where he can see her pink pussy glistening with both of their cum.

“Fuck you’re so fucking sexy y/n” He says as he leans forward to kiss her and lick away whatever cum got on her face.

She giggles at the feeling and kisses him back.

“I love you much y/n.” Eddie’s says sincerely.

“I love you, too Eddie, you should wear my shirts more often.” She replies out of breath and they both laugh.

“Where’s that blanket, we need to get cleaned up and get to class.” Y/n says and Eddie rolls his eyes playfully.

“Whatever you say princess.” He says with a wink

———————

They walk back into the school together, hand-in-hand. Just in time for their second period class with Mr. Jameson.

Unfortunately still, Eddie doesn’t have another shirt to wear, and now he has hickies scattered all around his torso, so more people were talking now than they were before, but funnily enough Eddie wasn’t so embarrassed of the shirt anymore.

As they walk into the classroom, Mr. Jameson, looks Eddie up and down in disgust while their classmates talked in whispers behind their hands.

“Mr. Munson, don’t you think your attire today is highly inappropriate?” Mr. Jameson asks.

“My girl doesn’t think so.” Eddie says with a smirk.

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marilynthornhilllover · 8 months

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Reader is being a brat and her mistress, Lady D, punishes her? Maybe Lady D edges reader over and over again and won't let her come until she comes first?

The punishment (alcina's version)

Alcina dimitrescu x brat!fem!reader

Warning: indecent language, smut, brat reader, face sitting, teasing, cunniligus, fingering, praise kink, degradation kink etc.

A/n: I'm so sorry this took me 239621 years to do😭😂I hope you enjoy.

You woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and you weren't having it. You weren't having anyone's bullshit, not even alcinas bullshit. She was rearranging the library and out of all the maids she has she chosed you and you were not having it. You wanted to do other stuff.

" draga can you pass me the book on the table please" the raven hair goddess asked her back turned towards you, you huffed, rolling your eyes as you mumbled under your breath.

" get it yourself alci" alcina turned around and narrowed her eyes at you. She heard you. Of course she heard you. She has supper sonic hearing. She looked at you, watched as you pretended to stack books and be busy as you gaved her the side eye. She chuckled slightly as she felt your attitude towards her.

" I asked you a favor draga mea" she spoke her voice stern and demanding, if you didn't move now you'd face the consequences of later. You gulped and turned around looking at the ground, avoiding her bright yellow preying eyes as you handing the book to her. She smirked at you as she took the book from your hands and returned to her restocking. You kept up your attitude and alcina said nothing to you.

It's not that you wanted to have an attitude towards her or wanted to piss her off. You just wanted to do different things with your morning and she has many other people to help her with this activity. But alcina didn't care. She didn't care where you wanted to be or what you wanted to be doing nor did she care if you woke up on the wrong side on the bed.

She knew she'd make you pay. One way or another.

~~~~~

A couple days passed and it was now your birthday. You woke up to the feeling of alcina leaving pecks of kisses all over your face and neck line as she drew slow lazy circles on your back. You slowly opened your eyes adjusting to the sun light that was shinning through the room. You were met with the most beautiful yellow eyes and a beautiful teeth smile from the goddess.

You rubbed sleep from your eyes and looked around the room. Alcina chuckled as you whined and pouted. She tucked a strand of hair away from your face to behind your ear. You returned your gaze to her and noticed that she was still dressed in her slik white robe. But her makeup and hair was already done.

" Well good morning to you too sleepily head. I hope you haven't forgotten what day it is" she whispered kissing your forehead.

" good morning" you spoke, your voice raspy and cracky from its first usage in the morning. Alcina smiled softly down at you and got off the bed.

She disappeared into the closet and left you in the room alone. You sat up against the head board and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You picked up your phone from the dresser and took out the charger. It was still pretty early in the morning. You scrolled through social media for a bit before alcina came back out dressed in a long beautiful black dress. She looked absolutely stunning.

" when your ready come down stairs draga, the girls and I will be waiting" she spoke softly before leaving. you got up and stretched. You squealed in excitement and ran towards the bathroom to get ready. After you wore the dress alcina had bought you weeks ago. It was a red slik dress, with a slit at the thigh area and spaghetti straps. You top off the outfit with heels and gold jewelry. You sprayed water in your hair and brush through any tangles or knots thats was made over night.

You walked downstairs and you coul hear Daniela and Cassandra whispering loudly as bela tried to shush them. You chuckled softly as you heard alcina whisper shouting at them. She already knew you were coming by the sound of your heartbeat. As you entered the huge living room area everyone threw their hands up in the air and shouted happy birthday.

Alcina stood next to her daughters as a couple of your maiden friends stood on the other side. In the middle of them was a huge table with your cake and gifts. You smiled at everyone and walked in. Alcinas preying eyes never left your body. She was basically eye fucking you. The way yours hips swayed in the dress to the way it fitted your curves and waist perfectly. She gaved you a wink as you went on to hug your friends and her daughters.

Alcina gaved you a hug and kissed your cheek.

" I have a surprise for you later, but enjoy the ones here" she whispered in your ear, in a sultry and seductive tone making a sudden wave of heat go straight to your core. Her hands wrapped around your waist as everyone started singing the happy birthday song. After you made your wish and blew out your candles the maids returned to their day duties walking away with two big slices of cake. Laughing and smiling.

As for Daniela, Cassandra and bela they sang you a song in Romanian and left you breathless with hugs and kisses. After they ran off of their daily activities as well.

You turned to alcina who wiped cake icing on your nose giggling as you pouted angrily. She smiled softly at you and wiped it back off licking it seductively off her fingers. Something about the way she was doing it made you're core heat up and arousal start the drip down your lace underwear. You wished her tongue was against your clit right now or even better the icing was you, receiving the twirling,licking and sucking of alcinas skilled tongue she used to make you cum over and over again with.

You were snapped out of your trance when alcina placed her hand on your shoulder. Your gaze met hers and there was this look in her eyes. She was hungry for something more than just cake. She has lust and desire swirling in her eyes as her pupils delate into a thin line of yellow.

" I'll have to work tonight but I promise I'll ravish you accordingly tonight draga mea" she whispered in your ear leaving a kiss on your shoulder, making you shiver.She smirked down at you. She could see that you were already needy. She loved the effect she has on you.

She walked out the room swaying her hips. You gulped and sat down and opened your gifts and ate your cake in silence. Out of all the days alcina chosed to work she had to chose your birthday. You sighed and went up to the library to read a book. Time passed and it was already late I'm the afternoon. You had already took a shower and and was laying on your shared bed with alcina and was reading one of her favorite books. It was alittle after 6 which meant dinner had already started.

Alcina didn't pay much attention to your absence because she had figured that you were full from eating cake and drinking wine all day. She and her daughters ate dinner talking about all different types of stuff, mainly blood and man things, and of course you. After dinner alcina came up to the room and entered. She saw you laying on the bed reading. At the sight of her you huffed and rolled your eyes, switching positions.

Alcina was taken back at first. Not sure if your actions was aimed at her, because you were the type that likes to show emotions when reading. She stood in the door frame before closing the door behind herself and walking towards the dresser before talking her seat. She looked at you through the mirror as she proceeded to take out her earrings.

" did you enjoy your birthday my love?" You rolled your eyes and huffed at her question causing alcina to have a astonished face. She was finding it hard to place a finger on the source for your attitude. Ever since she stepped foot into the room your body language has been cussing her. She did nothing wrong - at least she thought so. She planned your birthday party and after party- which she was too busy to attend, but she treated you well and fairly.

So in her book there's no reason for your attitude towards her. Her eyes darkened as she saw you roll over on the bed and sat up. You made eye contact with her for a second before looking at the floor. You got up and reached for the tallest shelf on the book rack, tip toeing to put it back in its position. Your night gown rising up below your butt showing you were wearing nothing underneath. Alcina had plans for tonight.

Mostly her ravishing you since it's your birthday but you made her change her mind. Seeing you in a oversized shirt with nothing under made her core heat up. Alcina simply stood and walked in the middle of the room. She basically cornered you. There was no where to run without her big frame blocking your escape rout. You turned around and she had a warm smile on her face. You raised your eyebrow and walked back over to the bed.

" I asked a question draga" alcina spoke firmly. Her voice made you shiver, sending a flick down your core making you squirm. You tired your best to keep your armor up but she saw right through you.

" and it's my choice if I want to answer" you spoke, rolling your eyes for the forth time. You were pissing her off but she kept her anger and frustration at bay and kept her plan close in mind. You tried to speed walk pass her but she grabbed your arm tight and pushed you onto the bed causing you to yelp, Alcina smirked as she leaned her tall frame over your small fragile body. Alcinas mouth collided with yours in a heated kiss.

Alcinas hands roamed over your body as she pushed your over sizedshirt up around your thighs. You shivered as she scratched her nails across your thighs. You moaned into the kiss, of course she swallowed it. The way she was manhandling you and kissing you made you light headed. You whined and bucked your hips when she opened your legs and teased your clit.

Alcina chuckled and got on her knees she kept eye contact with you as she started kissing in between your thighs. She nibbled on the flesh and sucked - definitely leaving marks. You threw your head back when she purposely blew air on your cunt. Alcina parted your slit and moaned softly at the sight of you before her.

"So wet for me already baby? So needy for mommy huh?" She whispered so lustful and low. You wined as she started to draw slow lazy circles around your clit. Since you accidentally called alcina "mommy" in the bedroom she took it upon herself to make it her new found word to tease you with. It would be anywhere and anytime.

You huff at her painfully slow pace and reach down to speed up her pace but she swatted away your hand. " please alcina its my birthday just-" you let out a pornographic moan as she pushed two fingers deep into you curling them right after the sudden intrusion. You arched your back and threw your head back.

" brats take what their given" she spat harshly. She started to thrust her fingers deep into you. You were so wet that her fingers made a gushing sound everytime she pulled them back and thrusted them back in. Your eyes rolled back as alcina twisted her fingers in you making a rolling movement. You rolled your hips every thrust as she picked up her pace. Alcina started butterfly kissing your clit her hot breath making your skin burn.

She was sending you crazy. Her fingers in you were moving at a pace you didnt even know was humanly possible. She had them so far deep in you, you felt every movement. You clenched down around her as your eyes rolled back. God she took up so much space in you. She begins harshly sucking on your clit. You could feel your orgam approaching and so did she. She could feel how needy you were for it. The way you were clenching around her.

She pulls out her fingers half way and slam them deep into you. She started thrusting hard into your g spot with her fingers deeply curled into you. You could feel the knot in your stomach already forming. Alcinas pace was unbelievably fast and deep. Your reminded of her mouth on your clit when she starts flicking her tongue against it. Your hands immediately grab her hair, pulling against it and straching your nails against her scalp.

Alcina moans at the feeling of your nails across her scap, causing you to moan out at the vibrations. Alcina released your small bud with a 'pop' sound and smirked at your disheveled self above her. Your back was arched off the bed, your hips were rolling with each thrust of her fingers, your mouth was open wide moans spilling every two seconds. You looked so sinful - you sounded sinful. Alcina pushed her big hand under your shirt and rubbed your stomach, straching her nails against it casuing you to gasp.

Alcina pushed your legs open wider as she manged to push her fingers 3 inches deeper into you. You gripped the sheets hard, pulling them out from the sem. You could feel the blood draining out of your knuckles as they turned white. Alcina pushed your shirt up and sucked on your nipples. You pushed your chest into her more. Alcina looked up at you and you made her wet. You,yourself was getting more wet, alcinas fingers were completely drenched with your arousal. Alcina let go of your nipples with a pop and started attacking your neck.

She sucked and bit your neck. Moving over to the pluse point to leave marks. You moan as you feel her pushing you over the edge completely now. Alcina realeses your tender flesh and kisses the spot. She kissed behind your ear and moves over to look at your face. She goes faster causing your eyes to shoot open. You made eye contact with her. Her once yellow eyes were now completely dark with lust and desire and... mischief.

" fuck! Alcina please- mommy! Please oh God! I'm gonna cum please" you manged to get out through moans. Alcina smirked as she looked at how needy you were. She almost felt sorry for you. She wanted to take pity on you.

" maybe if you were a good girl draga mea" she whispered leaving a peck to your lips. You didn't take heed in what she said as you started to see white, as you felt your orgasm take hold of your body. Just as it was getting good alcina removed her fingers. You cried out and whined. Sitting yourself up on your elbows you repeated the words 'no' while looking at her to give you any sympathy she could find. Alcina smirked and got off the bed.

She removed her dress and slowly took off her panties and un-clipped her bra. She smirked at your wide eyes. You looked like a dear in the headlights. So lost, needy. She chuckled to herself.

" make mommy cum baby and maybe I'll take pity on you" you immediately knew what she wanted you to do but you didn't know if you could sustain her height. She must have saw your hesitation because she spoke up again.

" don't worry pet... I won't crush you" she spoke winking as she pushed you to lay down and started to hover over you. Even if she did crush you, you'd die a happy death. You felt your core throb at the slight of her glistening cunt. You watched as she position herself over your face and laid on your body. You immediately got to work. You licked up all the spilled arousal that she had dripping down her thighs and around her clit.

She moaned and griped the bed sheets, arching her back. Her ass sticking out in the air. You grabbed both her ass cheeks and parted them to get more access. You flicked your tongue against her clit.

" keep being a tease and I won't fuck you senseless pet, now get to work" she said through gritted teeth, moaning and gasping as you pushed two fingers into her and starting a good pace deep inside of her. You felt alcina clench around you as she let out a pornographic moan. You fucked her faster sucking harshly at her clit treating her as she treated you. Alcina cried out as she gripped the bed sheets, choking on her moans as she squealed into the sheets.

Alcina could feel herself already nearing her orgasm. A few thrusts later and you had alcina cumming on your fingers and moaning as her nails digged into the skin of your thighs. You cleaned her up, her taste causing you to moan out, making alcina shiver and gasp. After you smirked and slapped her ass she she got up.

" request granted my lady-" your sentence was cut shorten by alcina pumping her fingers deep into your sore cunt. You choked on your moan as alcina started to go incredibly fast, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. Your head fell back against the sheets, your hair getting frizzy from being sprawled out on the pillow. You arched your back and closed your eyes tightly. You could feel your orgasm approaching fast. You reached for the sheets but alcina grabbed your hands with her extra hand.

You wined as you felt her pushing you over the edge faster and faster each thrust.

" aw is my little bratty slut gonna cum for me?" She asked already feeling you clench and spasm around her thick fingers. You nodded bitting your lips, reopening your eyes to look at her.

" tell me what you want baby" she cooed going faster and deeper. Your eyes rolled back, leaving just white spaces.

" want to cum o-on your fingers mommy please" you moaned deeply. You felt like your skin was on fire. Alcinas perfume filled your senses as she leaned over you to kiss your neck and shoulder blades.

" cum for me dragul meu" she whispered and that was it for you. You cumed hard around her fingers rolling your hips to make it last longer. Alcina smirked and started rubbing your clit harshly, wanting to take you for everything you've got. You cry out as another orgasm wash over you. Alcina allowed you to ride out your high for as long as you wanted.

After you caught your breath you managed to look up at her through your lashes. Alcinas lustful demeanor faded and she was back to being sweet with you. She gaved you a warm smile as she removed a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead. You smiled at her a small laugh escaped, warming alcinas heart.

" we'll have to re-do this this again tomorrow" alcina whispered moving to lay next to you. You laughed as you turned on your side to look at her.

" I meant me spending time with you and ravishing you truly" she spoke again.

" no punishments?" You asked smiling and she playfully rolled her eyes.

" no punishments or edging" she spoke, the both of you laughed before hugging eachother tightly, your warm bodies enchanting in eachothers embrace as you drifting off to sleep.

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader : FLOWERS

A/N : 🫧 @hoodharlow gave me this idea, so I had to write something about it!

Every morning you would wake up to a flower arrangement being delivered to your doorstep. If Jack was home he’d be the one to pick them up himself and place them on your nightstand so you could see them as soon as you woke up.

It began the moment you two started dating, he gave you flowers the first time you two went on your first date and he just continued.

It continued even after you two got engaged, after you got married, after you gave birth to your two children. It just never stopped, he even started including Mia into it, he would buy her a small arrangement every morning as well.

You and the kids were definitely lucky, you lucked out on having a wonderful man like Jack in your lives. It’s not because of the flowers, it’s simply because he’s thoughtful, respectful, loving and understanding.

Like every morning, you woke up to your flowers, but this time they were on the kitchen counter alongside Mia’s little arrangement.

“Mommy, you see our flowers?” Mia breaks you away from your thoughts.

You smile and turn her way, and see she’s sitting down at the table with her father and brother. “Yeah bug, they’re beautiful huh?”

“Yeah, you did good daddy.”

Jack smiles, “Thank you princess.”

You sit down next to him. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You needed sleep, I know you’ve been stressed with little man’s ear infection.” He pecks your lips real quick. “Picked up breakfast though.” He hands you a box. “It’s still warm.”

“Thank you baby.”

“Can I put my flowers in my room? I promise to water them.” Mia asks, with a mouth full of food.

“Manners young lady.” Jack points to her mouth. “Finish your food first.”

“But yes baby, you can have them in your room, I just need to find a non glass vase.” You tell her.

“Daddy?”

“Yeah little man?”

“Why I no get flowers.?”

You and Jack freeze.

“You want flowers cheesy?” Mia asks surprised

He shrugs, “momma and you gets em why no me?”

You and Jack look at each other, having no idea what to say. But Jack gets up right away and walks out the kitchen, leaving you confused.

“Come here baby.” You reach out for EZ, as he sits on your lap. “You want flowers? I’ll buy you lots of flowers right now.”

He shrugs, “Just askin.” His little shoulders lift up and he looks sad. “Is daddy mad cus I want em?”

You shake your head “No baby, of course not.”

Mia sighs, and has her little eyebrow lifted, just like her daddy does when he’s in deep thought. “Boys can get flowers too so daddy can’t be mad.”

“You’re right Mia, boys can have flowers too.” Jack announces as he walks back into the kitchen, his hands behind his back. “You have every right to ask little man, it’s my fault.”

“Is okay.”

“Here you go.” Jack hands him a beautiful tulips arrangement. “We can search up all the different flowers so you can pick your favorite ones, that way I know which ones to get.”

Ezequiel grabs the tulips, looks at them up and down. “That what Mia dids?”

Mia nods “Yupp, daddy took me to a place where there's lots of different flowers. I chose mine.” She smiles proudly. “Asters.”

“And you momma?” Your little boy asks you.

“Well-“ Jack snorts at that, you quickly glare at him. “I have three favorites actually, which drives your daddy crazy sometimes.”

“Only because sometimes I don’t know which ones to get you.”

“All of them, daddy.” Ezequiel tells him.

You smile down at your son and give him a kiss on the top of his head. “My sweet boy.”

“I think I no want flowers.” He hands the tulips to you. “You like these momma?”

“Ye-“

“No she doesn’t but I do.” Mia yells out.

Ezequiel looks between the tulips, to you and to his sister. He takes half and hands them to Mia, and the other half to you. “Here’s yous go.”

“Thank you cheesy.” Mia smiles, smelling them.

“Thank you baby.”

Ezequiel turns his head to look at Jack. “Daddy, I no want em for me.”

Jack kneels down in front of you so he can be face to face with him. “That’s totally fine little man.”

“I want em for sissy and momma.”

“Aww cheesy, you’re the best little brother.” Mia gets up from her seat and goes to hug her brother.

“I goes with yous when you buys em for momma and Mia?”

Jack nods, “Deal.” He stands up and lifts Ezequiel up and has him in his arms. “But we can also think about what you’d want. Maybe legos, hot wheels, or something.”

Ezequiel gasps “Donuts?”

“You want donuts every morning?” Jack chuckles.

“Yes please.”

Jack nods, “Donuts and flowers, you got yourself a deal little man.” They both do their handshake, similar to what Jack and Urbn do.

Ezequiel asks to be let down and he follows Mia into the living room.

“Baby? Are you crying?” You stand up and go up to your husband. “What’s wrong bubs?”

“I suck, why didn’t it cross my mind that my son would feel left out?” He wipes at his tears. “I didn’t include him and now he’s going to grow up hating me.”

“Babe.” You shake your head. “That little boy loves you to pieces. No way he’d hate you.” You push back his curls. “You heard him, you heard what he really wants, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have mentioned that.”

“Am I a bad dad for not including him?”

“JACKMAN.” You snap. “Don’t you ever say that again, don’t you think it either. It was an honest mistake, and he literally solved the problem just as he said that. I don’t want to hear you say that ever again, you’re not a bad dad, our kids are lucky to have you as their father you understand me?”

He nods, “I just feel shitty.”

“I know but-“

“Daddy? Why sad?” Ezequiel and Mia both run to you and Jack.

“He’s just upset, he didn’t mean to leave you out of it” You tell your son.

He smiles. “Daddy, is okays. I wanted em for them.” He points to you and Mia. “Plus I gets donuts now right?”

Jack nods. “Y-yeah.”

Ezequiel shrugs. “Then no sad, we cool.”

“You sure little man?”

“Yupp, but comes. I show you something.” He reached for Jack’s hand. “Stop being sad, I love yous.” He rolls his eyes.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop.” Jack takes a hold of his little hand. “I love you too little man, so much.” They both walk out from the kitchen.

“Mommy.” Mia whispers.

“Yeah?”

“We need to get our boys stuff too now.”

You nod. “What do you have in mind?”

Mia hums. “Flowers with hot wheels for cheesy, and for daddy? Ohh, flowers and glasses, so he remembers he needs to wear them.”

You laugh at that. “MIA.”

“What? It’s true, daddy always forgets to wear them.” She shrugs.

Since that morning, you and Mia made a routine just like Jack and Ezequiel had theirs.

Flowers.

Lots and lots of flowers for the four of you throughout the years, and it brings a smile to your face every single time.

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turtlesunshineheart · 24 days

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Pairing:Adam x Eve

Warning:This is very apart from the story, I did it because I had the idea while I was writing the previous chapter and the one I will probably publish tomorrow and I'm not sure if this idea remains in history but it's still not certain so I hope you like it

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Sunflowers

and

Carnations

Adam was walking through the Garden of Eden, it had been a long time since he had been there, although he was not alone, Lute was behind him ensuring their well-being which was ridiculous since they were the only ones thereAlthough his presence did not bother him, he would prefer to be alone.

So he had asked her "nicely" to follow him at a good distance and he would pretend she wasn't there.

Lute reluctantly accepted and followed him from a completely acceptable distance.

Adam looked wistfully at the garden as he walked. Although he had so many good memories, there were some bitter ones.

He arrived at the lake, it was incredible how nothing had changed since the last time he was there.

He sat there for a while before continuing walking until he reached that place that was still just like the day they left.

He entered the interior of what used to be his home and saw a lot of things.

The first guitar he had ever had and he had made himself,the knife he used to cut the fruit with

AND

Various things made with flowers.

Adam felt a lump in his throat and a chill running down his spine.

There were too many things, bracelets, intertwined flowers that formed chains and of course those stupid flower crowns.

And among all of them there was one in particular, that crown made of white carnations.He took it in his hands and looked at it for a moment. There was a special memory that, even if he wanted to, wouldn't leave his mind.

✹・‥…━━━━━━━☆⚘☆━━━━━━━…‥・✹✹・‥…━━━

It had been a while since Lilith had left him and he felt completely alone. Maybe he would be alone for his entire life or so he thought.

One morning when he woke up he saw in front of him a small figure sleeping with its back to him.

Lilith

It was the first thing he thought when he heard someone speak to him.

"Adam, she is not your first wife. I have decided to create a new wife for you this time made from one of your ribs so that things do not happen again So take care of her because I won't make another one."

Adam nodded. "I will, I appreciate it"

Adam observed very carefully the woman in front of him who caused him some discomfort when he noticed her resemblance to Lilith.

She moved slightly and opened her eyes trying to get used to the sunlight.She sat up and rubbed her eyes before her gaze fell on Adam.

There was a moment of silence until Adam spoke.

"Hello, I'm Adam and I'm your husband."His voice had a hint of nervousness.

She looked at him confused and blinked a few times in confusion.

"My husband, what is that?"Adam sighed.

"It's kind of like...uh you have to be with me so I can protect you"She nodded, seeming to understand.

"What's your name?" Adam asked her as she seemed to be thinking.

"My name?" Adam was beginning to get desperate but tried to calm down.

"So I guess you don't have one but don't worry I'll give you a name."

She nodded with a smile.

What could he call her, maybe any name would be fine.

She deserved a great name after all she was his wife and she couldn't settle for anything less,she was supposed to bring life into the world and then an idea came to his mind and it was perfect.

"Eve, your name will be Eve, do you like it?"

Eve nodded with excitement and a smile."It is very beautiful"

"Of course, darling, I chose it."

Adam was proud of himself for the beautiful name he had given her and that she had loved.

It had been a while and he had become more and more comfortable with Eve, he had simply come to notice that she was a very kind and innocent person.

Every day their relationship grew stronger and Adam began to feel more and more attracted to her, although he deduced that it was only admiration and appreciation for her.

He was so wrong

It was on one of the few afternoons that they went to the lake and sat under a tree that provided good shade for them there they used to sit just to talk, look at the sky and lately Eve used to collect flowers and make things with what she picked.

"Hey Adam I made something for you."Adam looked at her and noticed a small crown made with some of the flowers she had picked.

Adam took it and looked at Eve confused.

"White carnations?"Adam raised an eyebrow and Eve nodded with a smile.

"And why did you choose these?"Adam asked, wanting to know why he had chosen those specific flowers.

"Well you already know what they mean, I thought I'd give them to you"

Eve's cheeks were red with embarrassment and Adam felt his heart beating rapidly.

"Well I love it"

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Adam smiled for a moment before shaking his head and sighing.

He looked at the crown for a moment and decided to put it in one of the pockets of his clothes.

He left that place and continued walking, he could still feel Lute's presence behind him.

He was walking to a place in the garden, this specific place was the one that brought back the most bittersweet memories.It was perhaps the most beautiful place in the garden because it was near a cliff It also provided a beautiful view of almost the entire garden. It used to be her favorite place where she always escaped when he was an idiot.

He sat on the grass looking at the view while Lute sat under a tree away from the cliff but close enough to keep an eye on Adam.

Adam took off his mask to feel the breeze, it was so relaxing it made him want to stay there forever although it wouldn't be the same without her.

He sighed in frustration,he couldn't get her out of his thoughts after so much time had passed.

He looked to his side and a flower caught his attention, what was its name?,he thought for a moment but he didn't remember the flower was so familiar but he didn't remember its name, maybe Lute knew.

"Hey Lute come here quickly"At Adam Lute's call he quickly got up and approached him.

"You need something sir"

Adam pointed to the flower and Lute looked at him confused.

Adam sighed.

“I want to know what kind of flower it is.”

Lute looked at him strangely, perhaps he had called her to find out the name of a flower, he felt bad or he was sick.

"You either know it or you don't." His voice was dry despite being so curious.

"Ah yes sir, it's a Sunflower"

A Sunflower,now he understood why it seemed so familiar.

ೃ⁀➷ ׂׂૢ ೃ⁀➷ ׂׂૢ ೃ⁀➷ ׂׂૢ ೃ⁀➷ ׂׂૢ ೃ⁀➷ ׂׂૢೃ⁀➷ ׂׂૢ ೃ⁀➷ ׂׂૢ ೃ

He had argued with Eve after she approached the tree in the center of the garden but she didn't understand that he only wanted to protect her.

He was looking for her for a while until he found her sitting near the cliff hugging her legs close to her.

He approached her and sat next to her, her cheeks and eyes were red she had clearly been crying.

They were silent until Adam saw a flower, smiled and decided to talk to her.

"Hey Eve, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have yelled at you, but I had already told you to stay away from that tree."

Eve said nothing and Adam sighed.

"You know Sunflowers, Eve"

She looked at him and denied.

Adam smiled now that he had her attention.

"Well Eve, sunflowers have the ability to move to seek sunlight,They look for sunlight at all times, so they stop moving when they achieve it and that makes them so special."

Eve looked in amazement at Adam who was smiling having achieved his goal.

"That is why they are the symbol of the sun and also represent love and admiration,you know why I'm telling you this, Eve."

Eve denied and Adam smiled as he took her hand.

"I am a Sunflower Eve and you know why"

Adam gave Eve a small kiss on the lips, leaving her cheeks completely red.

"You are my sunshine Eve and I can't be far from your light"

Eve smiled and caressed his cheek.

"You're an idiot Adam but I love you."

"I love you too Eve"

★─☆｡oﾟ｡★─☆｡oﾟ｡★─☆｡oﾟ｡★─☆｡oﾟ｡★─☆★─☆

"Let's go, we have to go back to heaven to train"

Adam stood up and stepped on the sunflower, it was time to forget about her.

After having trained the exorcists for the next extermination, he went to his room and kept the crown of carnations in the back of his closet.

At least it was the only thing he would keep of her.

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In hell there was a woman sitting outside the entrance to the Hazbin Hotel,she had a flower in her hand that she admired with a smile.

A distant memory came to mind

"Well look, carnations mean pure love, innocence and purity and that's what I feel for you so that's why I chose carnations."

She let out a small bitter laugh and crushed the carnation in her hands.

"How pathetic"

"Hey dear are you coming Charlie has something to tell us"

"I'll be there in a moment, Al"

It had been so long since she had stopped thinking about him and that was the best thing, he was in heaven and she was in hell.

Maybe she deserved it after all, she bit the apple first and because of her he did too.

"Maybe in another life Adam"

She threw the flower and went into the hotel.

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multific · 11 months

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His Queen

Jon Snow x Reader

Warnings: murder, blood, witchcraft

Summary: As a last attempt to defeat Jon Snow, the Kings and Lords gather for a meeting, during the meeting an idea comes up in order to defeat Snow.

A/N: This story doesn't follow the story of the series/books.

“The King in the North has started to reach our borders. He is a threat to us.”

The Kings and Lords looked between one another.

"Jon Snow is nothing but a bastard. We can crush him easily." said one.

"I think you forget that the last party you sent to kill him, he easily defeated." replied another.

Everyone began to murmur between themselves when a Lord came up with the idea.

"Let us kill his wife. He holds her so near and dear if he was to lose her, he would surely crumble." everyone stayed quiet.

"His wife... is a witch. My men had seen her, while she is a beauty, she holds powers, powers not even a dragon could win against."

"I will send my men, my best, to kill her. We will come up with a plan which for sure will work. Witch or not."

"Didn't someone try to poison her before?" another King spoke up as a Lord nodded.

"Yes, she drank the poison and wasn't even phased by it. I'm telling you all, it is a bad idea to go after her."

But of course, no one listened.

Ten men were sent for Jon Snow's wife.

At the time they didn't know, but none would return.

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Mornings like these were always your absolute favourites. With your husband still in bed next to you, you played with the ends of his hair.

You smiled to yourself as he moved just a little in his sleep.

Soon, Jon woke up as he moved to lay on his back, you moved to his chest as he let out a soft sigh. The fur now pooled around his waist as your hand ran up his chest.

"Good morning." you said with a soft voice, not quite ready to get up just yet.

"Morning, My Goddess." you smirked as his fingers began to roam your naked back.

He never opened his eyes as you just kept staring at him.

"Our Kingdom is growing, this will come with many enemies." you said.

"More than what we already have?" came his reply with a yawn.

"If they only knew that the King of the North is this lazy. It is almost mid-morning and you still refuse to wake."

"It is my wife's fault. She kept me up all night." you smiled as he finally opened his eyes, looking at you with nothing but pure love and admiration. "What's wrong?" he asked, suddenly his eyes filled with worry upon seeing your expression.

"The wind came with bad news, people are brewing a plan against you."

"You and your powers, My Love... what is the worry this time? A coupe? To kill me? A trap for my armies?"

"Men had been sent to kill me. I can deal with them, once know who they are. Please, Jon, much like before, we act as we don't know."

"Of course," he nodded. "As always, oblivious. Do you know how many?" you shook your head, no.

"I hope, I pray to the Goddess that one day we won't face such dangers. That our children won't have to grow up in fear." you said as Jon sat up, you followed suit, holding the fur to your chest.

He smiled.

"You always speak of children, I like it when you do that. It gives me hope, a reason to fight for a future."

You smiled right back before kissing him.

Oh, yes, mornings like these were your favourites.

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Staying away from Jon was something you didn't really like to do.

You prefer to stay with him at all times but you understood that he had duties and so did you.

You looked after the young wolves and cared for the pups who were left without a mother after the war.

The feeling of dread didn't leave you.

Ever since you woke up, you had this feeling, and you knew better than to ignore your instincts.

Your life was in danger as always but now, you won't be merciful.

Last time, it was during your wedding when they tried to poison you. You drank the wine without a problem but the taste of iron never left your mouth. You chose not to speak, Jon only was told years after.

You decided not to tell him because you feared his reaction.

But now, after the wars, after the many lost lives, you were ready for anything.

Their first try came while you were taking your daily bath. One dared to barge in with a sword, trying to kill you. But the man's fate wasn't fortunate.

When Jon heard the news that you have been attacked he was furious. But the scene he saw when he entered the bath wasn't what he expected.

The man now laid, with his head by his lifeless body, his blood filled the bath which you still occupied.

"I'm almost done." you said with the calmest tone Jon had ever heard.

There was something about you, in a bath of blood that just turned Jon on beyond belief. He had seen you covered in blood before, but somehow, this was different.

That night as you two got ready for bed and he finally joined you, you just said "There are more of them." which made Jon nod, he knew you would take care of yourself, but he will also have to look out for himself.

The second and the third man wanted to take no chances. One watched by the door while the other ran into the library to kill you.

But when everything inside went quiet the other man also emerged from the door and was met with the same fate.

Both dead, surrounded by symbols drawn with their own blood. It scared the servants, even some knights found themselves to be scared by the drawings.

But not Jon, never Jon.

He simply entered the room and kiss you on the lips.

Seven men were left. All of which decided to catch you at night. First, they found out that the King was occupied and they all hurried to your chambers.

But instead of meeting with a sleeping Queen, you have been waiting for them. The door locked behind them and only their screams were heard in the night.

No one dared to approach the chambers. No one dared to open the door.

Jon arrived again, seeing the blood seeping out from behind the door, he opened it and saw a scene that almost made him throw up.

All bodies were kneeling around you in a circle. Kneeling, holding their own heads in their hands as you sat in the middle of them, he wasn't sure if you were praying.

"Darling?" he asked, knowing better than to cross any lines. Knowing the powers you were often playing with.

You looked at him, familiar eyes staring at him as he knelt down to your eye level.

"Let's go to bed in another room." he suggested and you agreed.

Of course, your loving husband avenged the attacks against you.

In his eyes, no matter if you were never injured, he saw these attacks as an attack on him, because they were.

And Jon never took lightly to harm against you. He would never stop at anything when it came to you. Even if he wasn't king.

Jon Snow would never let anyone take you from him, you were his.

His Love.

His Wife.

His Queen.

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In the dark. Chapter 1. Unexpected guest

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 2000

Summary: One night Morpheus come to you with an unxpected offer. You didn't realize it will change your life forever.

Everything started with a strange feeling of someone’s presence in your room. If you read some mystery stories or watch horror movies, it wouldn’t be a surprise. But you didn't, and so you woke up. And it seemed that in your room was some strange figure, clothed in darkness.

“Who is there?” you asked.

“Don’t be scared”, you heard the deep, velvety voice say.

And you do feel a little bit scared. Someone was in your room! How did he even get here? And who the hell was he?

“Who are you?” you asked. “What do you want?”

“My name is Morpheus”, he replied. “I’m the King of Dreams”.

“Is this a dream inside the dream?” you asked.

“No”, he said, sitting in your chair.

You still can’t see him as tough. You only see his silhouette.

“I need your help”, he said suddenly. “With a personal matter”.

“Oh?” you asked, surprised. “How can I help you?”

“I need to spend some time in your company”, Morpheus said. “But you can’t see me yet. As a reward, you can come to my castle in the Dreaming and spend time there. I know you love to read, so you can read books in my library”.

“That is a very generous offer”, you admitted.

“Indeed”, the man said. “So, what is your answer?”

“Alright, I will help you”, you replied. “My name is Y\N”.

“I know your name”, he said. “I know that you love reading and believe in magic. That is why I chose you”.

“Because I’m not going to freak out?” you smiled.

“Exactly”, it seemed, as he smiled.

“Okay, then let’s talk while you are here”, you suggested. “Because it’s creepy a little bit to sit in silence in the darkness”.

“You shouldn’t do this”, he replied.

“I know, but I would like to, if you don’t mind”, you said.

“Very well”, he said. “I suppose it won’t harm to talk until you fall asleep again”.

“You said about the Dreaming…” you said. “Is it your kingdom?”

“It is”, he replied. "Also, it’s a place where you wonder while asleep. Your mind creates your own place, and I create dreams and nightmares”.

“But if I can wonder there in sleep”, you said.

“I know what you are thinking”, Morpheus replied. “You can’t go to my castle without my permission. And now you have it, if you want it”.

“I want”, you said. “I didn’t even know there was another world, when you can go while you're sleeping. Is it beautiful?”

“It is”, he replied. “Now you need to sleep, little dreamer. And you can see it yourself”.

He did something, and you felt that you were falling asleep.

And you woke up in the library. The biggest library you have ever seen. And there, the woman with dark skin and pointed ears meets you.

“Hello, Y\N”, the woman said. “My name is Lucienne. I’m the librarian of the Dreaming. Lord Morpheus said, "You can visit us”.

“Oh, is he here?” you asked.

“No, he is quite busy at the moment”, she answered, smiling apologetically.

“I see, I can’t see him here too”, you admitted.

“Unfortunately not”, she replied. “But you can find here a book for your liking. There are all the published and unpublished books”.

“Unpublished?” you asked.

“Yes”, she smiled. “Books that existed in the writer’s mind”.

“That’s interesting”, you admitted. “For I have a few unfinished books in my memory. And you are sure that you are okay with that?”

“Yes”, she nodded. “But you can’t bring it to the Waking world”.

“Oh, I see”, you smiled. “That’s okay”.

And you read for a while. Even though Morpheus told you that you could walk through the castle and find its whereabouts, you feel uneasy about going outside the library. And when you woke up in the morning, you remembered everything, but you saw no signs of Morpheus. So maybe it was a really realistic dream after all.

Except it wasn’t a dream. Morpheus appeared in your bedroom the next night. You just felt his presence again.

“I almost began to think that you were a dream”, you admitted.

“Nothing is just a dream”, he replied. “Did you enjoy my library?”

“It’s so great!” you said. “So many books! I’m so grateful that you allowed me to read books there! It’s very kind of you”.

“Lucienne said that you didn’t leave the library”, he said. “Why?”

“I felt it was wrong to just walk around”, you replied. “I know you can’t meet me there either. But I just decided that it would be better to stay in a library”.

“So you want someone to escort you”, he admitted.

“Well”, you said. «Can I go everywhere?”

“And tried not to enter the beach or my room”, he said.

“I will try”, you promised. “Even though I don’t know how to get there. So where are you when you are hiding from me”.

“I’m not hiding from you”, he said. “And I highly recommend you look for me”.

“I won’t, I promise”, you said. “Just curious”.

“It’s time for you to sleep”, he said, and you fell asleep again.

And you appeared in the library again. Lucien smiled at you this time too.

“Welcome back, Y\N”, she said.

“Hello”, you replied. “I suppose Morpheus wasn’t in the mood for talking”.

“Yes, he is not as chatty as his raven said”, she admitted. “It will take some time for him to open up, and only if he likes you”.

“I’m still a little bit surprised that he chose me as his companion”, you noticed.

“So are we”, suddenly the talking raven appeared in the library.

“Wow, you talk”, you said, surprised.

“Let me introduce you, Matthew,”, Lucienne said. “He is Lord Morpheus’ raven, and he will be your guide for today”.

“Oh, so he took my desire to be guided seriously”, you noticed.

“He takes everything seriously”, the bird said. “Nice to meet you, though. But it is quite a nice task, so I’m not complaining. Are you ready to go?”

“I suppose so”, you nodded,

And the two of you left the library. The bird was chatty. He was a human before he died and became a raven.

“So I was surprised that he decided to believe in humans, which were completely unknown to him”, he admitted. “He had never done this before”.

“He made this decision because I believe in magic and won’t freak out when he appears in the room”, you explained.

“He told you that?” he asked.

“Yes”, you said.

“I am surprised that he actually told you something”, he said. “He is always so mysterious and moody. And he doesn’t speak much”.

“Oh yes, I noticed”, you smiled. “But I think it’s actually taking him a lot of time for him to open up and talk to someone”.

“Lucienne said that too”, he agreed.

“Can you tell me about him?” you asked.

“Well, as I said, he is mysterious, but I think he is a little bit depressed”, Matthew replied. “He needs a psychologist, if you ask me”.

"Why is he being depressed?” you asked.

“He is not very good at other emotions”, he said.

You didn’t know what to think. But you were sure Morpheus wasn’t bad. He had never touched you or done anything except put you to sleep. But you thought the reason he picked you was that he was lonely. That is why he has no one to ask for this favor from.

The castle was bigger inside than outside. There were a lot of empty rooms. It looked like Morpheus had hidden everything from you.

“What are you doing anyway in the dark?” Matthew asked.

“Nothing”, you shrugged. “He just sits in front, and sometimes he answers my questions. Or put me to sleep”.

“And no kissing or, you know, sex?” he asked.

"Oh, my god, it was only two nights”, you sighed.

“I don’t know”, he said. “I heard that he is quite romantic. Maybe he will charm you later”.

“I don’t think so”, you replied.

Your next stop was the garden and the whereabouts of the castle. Everything was so wonderful, like something from some fantasy or fairy tale book.

“Wow, it’s really an existing place”, you admitted.

“Of course”, said the raven. “The boss would be offended if you kept thinking that it was unreal”.

“I suppose I’m lucky to be here”, you smiled.

“Indeed you are”, suddenly the man with a pumpkin head appeared.

“Well, hello”, you said, surprised.

“Hi!” he said. “I’m Mervin. The groundskeeper of the Dreaming! And are you Morpheus' new paramour?”

“I’m not”, you said, blushing.

“She is the girl to whom he comes at night”, Matthew admitted.

“It does sound like she is a paramour”, Mervin said.

“We just talk”, you said. “And I don’t know why he does that”.

“Who knows him at all”, agreed Mervin.

And then the morning came very quickly, and in a moment, you woke up in your room. You were lying in the bed for a few minutes, thinking about Morpheus and your tour in the Dreaming. It was too good to believe, but you are not planning to doubt Morpheus anymore.

And so he appeared the next night too. And you weren’t so surprised to see him again. You were even glad.

“Are you going to visit me every night?” you asked playfully.

“Are you already getting tired of me?” he asked in return, very seriously and a little bit disappointed.

“Of course not, no”, you smiled. “It was just a clarification. You didn’t say anything about how long it would take. And also, I wanted to thank you for the guide. I met Matthew and Mervin”.

“Perhaps a month”, he said calmly. “Is it too long?”

“No”, you assured him. “It is alright”.

“Good”, Morpheus nodded.

“You still didn’t tell me anything about you”, you admitted. “We can do this since we are going to spend a month together”.

“It’s not necessary”, he replied.

“No, but it can’t hurt either”, you said. “Just don’t put me to sleep every time. I want to talk to you. Can we do this?”

“If we must”, he said.

“Well, Matthew and Mervin now think that we are a couple”, you begin.

“And why do they think that?” he asked.

“Probably because we spent nights together”, you smiled. “They don’t believe that we just talk. And by the way, your kingdom is beautiful”.

“That is not their business”, he said, a little bit coldly. “Did you talk about me with my subjects?”

“They asked what we were doing, and I said: talking”, you shrugged. “I suppose it’s not the crime. I didn’t say anything else”.

“And what do you want to do?” he asked. “Do you want our meetings to be more intimate? But still in the darkness”.

“Um, I have already told you”, you replied. You were glad that he couldn’t see that you were blushing.

“A talk can be nice for the beginning”.

“Very well”, he agreed.

“Where were you in The Dreaming last night?” you asked. “I am not going to look for you. Just curious”.

“I was working”, he replied. “I still have my responsibilities”.

“Do you like to read?” you asked.

“Yes, sometimes”, he said.

“What else do you like to do?” you asked, wishing to see him.

“I don’t know”, he replied, though.

“Really?” You were surprised. “Do you have a hobby?”

Morpheus replied, "No. “Hobby is what humans are doing in their leisure time. I don’t have leisure time”.

“But what do you like to do?” you asked.

“I didn’t think about it”, It seemed like I heard the sigh.

“Can you read to me?” you asked suddenly.

You didn’t want to tire him out with questions and make him feel uneasy. Maybe reading is going to help him.

“What?” he asked. You heard surprise in his voice.

“Can you read me a book, please?” you repeated. “You have a beautiful voice”.

He kept silence for a minute, but then sighed again. You hoped it wasn’t irritation.

“What book do you want to listen to?” Morpheus asked.

“You can choose the book to your liking”, you replied.

And then he began to read some fairy tales. You doubt it was the story he likes. So maybe he chose the story you liked. It was sweet and thoughtful. And his voice put you to sleep as quickly as his sand.

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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Unconditional Kind of Love

Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader (afab)

Pronouns: She / Her to They / Them

Request / @mostlymarvelsstuff was my guide. 🥰

A/N: Hello angels!!! So I worked on this fic with an insider to guide me, and I just wanna be transparent here and say I did my best to navigate the struggles one goes through when in such a closeted space. But I also know, from experience, that the title non-binary isn’t one size fits all. Some afab individuals label themselves nb, go by they/them then still remain outwardly feminine as that’s how they wish to present themselves(identity and expression aren’t mutually exclusive). So, I know not everyone who is nb detests wearing dresses. I chose to just write this from the perspective of someone in an ever changing headspace. However you exist is valid, but for the sake of this fic I tried to just keep with the flow of understanding oneself/coming out.

Warnings: Coming Out (Fear/Grief)

It was a beautiful morning; the birds were chirping, likely grateful for the clear blue skies the budding Summer had afforded them. The bright sunlight was slowly filtering into your room through the cracked open blinds as time tediously passed on by. Lines of otherwise unseen dust were now illuminated as they flickered throughout the air. There was only the soft sounds of snoring as you laid there, your lover on your chest, it was relatively perfect.

There was no visible reason for you to be feeling this low, but immense dread had settled deep in your stomach as you read through an email.

Stark Charity Gala Reminder:

Hey honey, I had Happy leave a few dresses for you to try on, please let me know which one you prefer, and I’ll have it tailored to your needs.

You didn’t know how to tell him your needs were based on the disappearance of said flowy fabric…

—

Sure, you could tell him, but you were paralyzed by your fears that he’d expect it anyways. That your comfort wouldn’t come before business, so you chose not to mention it. As progressive as the world has become, you know your father works closely with some wealthy men, most of whom were up there in age; in your experience they weren’t all that big on the changing times.

This wasn’t always how you felt, but as of late, you’d really felt an aversion to the expected attire at your father’s many various events. In your day to day you could wear as you pleased, which is really just whatever attracts the least attention. Unwelcome comments on your appearance only ever made you feel more removed from reality.

Your father meant well, you know he always did, but it didn’t change the fact that he was not the most attentive person, and therefore still saw you as the little girl in tutus chasing butterflies around the garden as a nanny tended to your needs.

Which truth be told hadn’t been the case for most of your adolescence, it had only started weighing you down though in the more recent years. Everyday you woke up to have your identity invalidated in simple ways, and with that came chipped away pieces of your soul. This unsettling feeling came with the territory of being closeted, you remember it well from when you initially dealt with your sexuality, and coming out hadn’t been any easier. If anything, it’s only become harder.

To look into your aging fathers eyes, and tell him that the person he knew was never the real you was daunting, and was something that made you think suffering in silence was the better choice.

You’d already lived a long many years as Y/N Stark—Tony Stark’s eldest daughter, and you didn’t exactly know how to be anything but that in an outwardly sense. It was all a bit intimidating, and so you lived in this cycle where you would build yourself up to speak your truth, only to lose the confidence when faced with the chance.

While being so deeply in your thoughts you failed to notice the woman on your chest moving about. The beautiful woman who’s held your heart in her very hands for years now, the same one who hadn’t a clue what your inner turmoil’s were like. Natasha was as understanding as they came, you knew deep down that she’d love you all the same, but the crippling fear of rejection never allowed you to utter the words, “I’m nonbinary.”

You’d yet to even speak them aloud, instead they swirled around your brain, amongst the waves of self doubt, being swept beneath the currents of ‘It’s safer to pretend,’ and ‘We can’t lose her…’

Natasha was staring up at you with a sleepy smile, the sun had fallen over your face it allowed her to gaze into your eyes in a way she normally couldn’t. The one tone color suddenly became intermixed with complementary ones, and in the moment she thought you’d never looked more mesmerizing. But her sappy expression soon melted into one of worry the longer she stared.

“Good morning,” she raspily greeted, a smile retaking up her face as she sat up to level her gaze with yours, “What’s on your mind my love?”

In a panicked move you surged forward, hoping to use your lips to distract her from pushing further, and it seemed to work as she let you guide her backwards until she laid flat on her back. You kissed her with urgency, as if her lips were enough to heal all of your broken pieces, and in a way that is exactly what happened. The turmoil returned to its vault, where it would likely live another day unsettled, but it would be okay, just as long as you had Natasha by your side.

“Breakfast,” you hummed as you slowly pulled away from her lips, staring down at her with a cheeky grin, and flexed brows. Natasha snorted, “You should’ve woke me up then baby, let’s go!”

Once you both entered the kitchen your lover dropped your hand so she could make her way over to her first love—the Nespresso machine.

“Lady Y/N!” Thor bellowed, startling you with his sudden emergence, “Would you like a poptart?”

With a wide smile you nodded, accepting the sugary breakfast from the God, but once you turned around to face the drink counter your expression sullened, and Natasha noticed.

Natasha always noticed you. It’s been hard to keep up with you with her influx of missions, but she’d been around enough to know it’d been months since the light in your eyes faded out. In the privacy of your shared room you seemed content most days you spent together. A light flickered within your eyes in those moments. But now, it was as if you were living on autopilot as you moved through the kitchen, she watched you with a stoic mask as she sipped on her coffee.

“Squirt, can you pass your old man the salt?”

You genuinely smiled at him, and did as asked.

“Tony, are you serious? It was right there.”

“Yeah, well it was closer to her Pepper, sue me.”

There was a subtle tick in your jaw, nobody else saw it, but the redhead, also known as The Black Widow, the top spy of her generation, noticed it. A frown befell her face, one she masked with her mug as you approached her with swift steps.

“Hey Natty,” you greeted her with a kiss to her cheek, “I’m going to go take a shower, and get some work done while you’re in your meeting, but I’ll be sure to find you for lunch with Yelena.”

Natasha stopped you with a hand on your hip, she jutted her lips out expectantly, and you gave her exactly what she wanted with a soft kiss.

“Get a room!” Tony shouted with a grimace, and you chuckled against your lover, you didn’t have to see to know her hand behind your back held a middle finger up for your father to interpret.

When you walked away Natasha’s head began to spin with reasons for your dropped mood, but she came up empty and vowed to herself that she’d figure it out somehow. All she ever wanted was for you to be happy, and she would wade through hell or high water to ensure you were.

—

A grunt of displeasure left your lips as you kicked your mini wastebasket across your shared room. You were barely able to keep it together, it was clear Nat was onto you, and it’d only been two innocent in nature comments from oblivious men.

“Get it together Stark,” you grumbled before settling down at your desk to work on a project for Pepper as you’d been her assistant since Nat. A few frustrated tears stained your papers, but fortunately they only held data for you to key in.

After an hour and a half of half assed work you pushed away from your desk and waltzed into the en suite so you could finish crying it all out. You spent another half an hour under the water quietly sobbing until the heat faded into cold, then you cleaned up and clambered right on out.

In a matter of seconds you selected your outfit from your side of the closet, and slid into it. You’d settled on a pair of olive green khaki pants, with a black, button up shirt tucked into the bottoms. Your hair was slicked back, giving it a shorter appearance, and that made you feel giddy.

Yelena was expected to arrive at noon, and as you glanced at your clock you realized you only had a few minutes before, so you applied a thin layer of chapstick to your lips and made your way down to the living room where you found the pair discussing who knows what with your girlfriend.

Natasha heard your shoes scuffle against the hardwood of the hallway, her heart skipped a beat as you approached her with a reserved smile. One she would never tire of seeing, and she quickly pulled you into her side with pride as her sisters girlfriend was left to gawk at you.

“Kate Bishop, this is Y/N Stark, my sister’s long time girlfriend, and heiress of Stark Industries.”

Kate smiled nervously, hand trembling as she reached for yours, “Nice to meet you Y/N, I-wow, you look rather dapper if you don’t mind me saying so.”

Time stood still for a moment, you’d been so used to the compliments of others irking you that you weren’t used to this euphoria upon hearing something outside of the usual beautiful, or pretty. Natasha bit her tongue, she had a moment of understanding once she saw the way your eyes momentarily sparkled at the woman.

“Kate Bishop!” Yelena snarked, “Y/N is a —.”

Before the blonde could ruin the highlight of your year you raised a hand, effectively shushing her, “Thank you Kate, it’s lovely to meet you as well, you look dazzling in your sundress, it suits you .”

Natasha glared at you playfully, and you smiled back at her knowingly. “Hello gorgeous.”

“Hello my love,” she made sure not to comment on your appearance. A part of her felt guilty for not noticing the signs sooner, but it melted away as you kissed her tenderly, as if the prying eyes of hazel and chestnut weren’t right there.

“Disgusting,” Yelena gagged, “Let us go eat!”

“Ooh!” You clapped, “Where are we eating?”

Yelena hesitated to answer you, she knew your teasing would likely ensue, “Applebees…”

“Why?” You looked at the blonde with a smirk, “So you can have a Kraft kids meal?”

“What I’m ordering is none of your business!” She shouted, voice cracking as she did with her buff arms now crossed over her chest in defiance of her obvious predictability. “For your information, cyka, I love to have entertainment with my meals, you guys are too boring.”

“Oh, so the crayons do it for you?”

“Yes!” Yelena threw her hands up as if this was the most obvious answer, “There’s tic tac toe, word search, and coloring. With you two it’s just googly eyes, and talk of how work went.”

“Yelena, your girlfriend is coming too.”

“I know,” she whispered like she was telling you a classified secret, “She’s a little boring too…”

“I don’t know,” you spoke rather loudly, “Kate doesn’t seem boring to me, she seems fun!”

Yelena glared at you, then ran towards the car after shoving you into a tree. Natasha quickly helped you to your feet, raising her brow at you in subtle judgment, you shrugged. “So worth it.”

Natasha shook her head, “Yeah, until one of you kills each other, then I’m down a lover and sister.”

A smile of appreciation broke out on your face making the redheads heart flutter, for another moment in time you both just stared at each other as if the world had stopped orbiting the sun. But it was short lived as the hot ball of gas shrieked from the backseat of Nat’s corvette.

“Hey Poser! And Poser’s stupid GI Joe doll, hurry the heck up! Some of us have worked up mega appetites this morning you know?!”

Natasha looked to you in horror, but fortunately Kate was quick to quell her worries as she gingerly walked by the tree, “Yeah, we went on that five mile morning hike, I’m truly famished.”

“Slava Bogu,” Natasha murmured in relief in her mother tongue, her hand then slid perfectly into yours so she could now walk in stride with you.

(Thank God)

—

By the time the two of you returned to the compound you were exhausted. Lunch turned into a day’s worth of fun after Yelena begged the two of you to go mini golfing with them as well. As much as you enjoyed teasing the blonde, you also loved her to pieces and knew how exciting and new being in America was for her. So even if you wanted to say no, you truthfully wouldn’t. You could tell Natasha felt the same way when she looked at you for permission to agree to stay.

It was only 8pm, but the two of you snuck off to your room after hurriedly eating the stew on the stove Wanda had left for you two to reheat. After a joint shower, and a quick bedtime routine you found yourself snuggled into the redheads chest as an unwatched movie played on the screen.

The longer you laid there in her arms, replaying the day’s events while listening to the rhythmic beat of her heart the more you began to feel your anxieties melting away. Natasha had shown you time and time again that she loved you, and there wasn’t much of a question on if she’d continue to. The way she looked at you at lunch told you she knew enough, and when all she did was run her hand over yours tenderly before turning to scold her sister you knew you were giving the looming dread far too much power.

Natasha could feel your tears seeping through her shirt, but she didn’t say anything, she only held you that much tighter as she hummed a lullaby. You let out all the pent of frustration with each tear released, most directed at the world for putting you in such a predicament, some at yourself for all the years you lost hiding, and the rest for the family you still worried might leave.

“Natty?” You sniffled, “Ca-can we talk please?”

Natasha reluctantly let you out of her grasp so you could both sit up, the redhead sat against the headboard while you settled in the center of the mattress with your leg crossed over the other.

“What’s the matter my love?” Natasha’s tone was softer than normal, it also sounded like she was on the verge of tears herself, and that honestly terrified you. Maybe she was going to end things if you said what you planned to, but before you could shame spiral once again, you finally lifted your head up from your lap and looked into her glistening eyes, and you knew she wouldn’t.

“I-um,” you began to fiddle with your hands, nails picking at the sensitive cuticles until the redhead clasped her hands over yours. “It’s okay, you can tell me when you’re ready baby, there’s no rush.”

You knew that was her subtle way of saying she knew, and the fact that she wasn’t tossing you out of what used to be her room was the final confirmation you needed to speak your truth.

“I’m non-binary!” You blurted the words, and as you let them pass your lips for the first time a healing cry shortly followed. Your body racked with sobs, and Natasha pulled you into her lap.

Natasha coo’d, “I’m so proud of you baby,” she rocked you softly, and held you incredibly tight, “You’re so strong, and I’m so lucky that you trusted me with this, thank you so much baby.”

“W-we’re okay?” Your trembling voice and lip broke the redhead's heart, a tear finally fell from her eyes as she understood just how scared you were of her reaction. “Yes, we’re fine my love.”

Her lips pressed to your forehead reassuringly before they found their rightful home against yours. “You’re my soulmate Y/N, I love you for who you are, and I promise that’ll never change.”

A few beats of silence fell before anyone spoke again. “What does this change for you love?”

“I’m still figuring it all out Natty, but I,” you took in a deep breath to calm your racing heart, “I’d like to start going by they/them pronouns, and I don’t want to wear dresses to my dads stupid galas.”

Natasha chuckled softly, “That’s easy enough.”

“I don’t know how to tell him Nat, I’m scared.”

Natasha cupped your cheek, her thumb running across your cheek tenderly as she stared into your eyes. “I am with you every step of the way.” She pressed a firm kiss to your lips to seal her sentiments in completely. “I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

“What if it isn’t?”

Natasha shrugged, “It will be,” she smirked softly when you pouted. “Because, if he is anything but understanding I’ll just hack into his suits again like when he tried to say we couldn’t date.”

When you laughed unabashedly Natasha knew she’d done all that she was able to here. If Tony, or anyone for that matter, had anything negative to say when the time came, she’d handle them accordingly. For now though, all she wanted to do was hold you impossibly close, until you never questioned the strength of her love for you again.

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❤️ Kaitlyn 🥹

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 8 months

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Can I please have something about Mjf x reader at All In in London? You can chose whatever you want to write I couldn’t think of anything sorry

London bridge

Summary: You and Max go sightseeing before the big PPV

Word count: 897

Main Masterlist MJF Masterlist

Y/n’s pov:

I woke up this morning with the sun shining in my eyes, it was a cool chilly day in London. Max and I had arrived in London a few days before the PPV to sightsee and catch up on some much needed rest. For the most part we had adjusted to the time difference but of course Max being Max needs his beauty rest. I felt nervous, tomorrow was All In. Max would be wrestling two matches and somehow I managed to get dragged into the rivalry with best friends and the BCC. That means I will be a part of the stadium stampede for the second time in my career. Double or Nothing 2020 I was a part of the Elite’s team and here we are in 2023 on the side of The Best Friends. To be completely honest I was worried about Max’s matches and not my own, sure I was a female and saw the twitter gossip saying I should not be in such a violent match but that didn’t bother me. What did bother me was how Max’s relationship with Adam Cole would turn out to be when this is all over.

My thoughts were broken when I felt Max put his arm around my waste and pull me close into his chest. “Go back to sleep, we still have time” I looked at the clock and it read *7:15 am*. I wanted to cave and let Max continue to use me as a human body pillow but my mind was awake.

“Max, you need to let go of me, I need to get up!” I said, trying to break free of his grasp.

“Y/n, I know you are stressed out right now, but killing yourself in that gym isn’t going to do anything” How did he know I was planning on going to the fitness room in our hotel that was just so conveniently located on the same floor as our room? “I know you Y/n, just stay for a little bit longer then we can go out for a nice breakfast” said a very sleepy Max.

His words were true, he did know me, almost too well. When Max and I first met five years ago at the first All In we instantly clicked, slowly becoming friends and four years later lovers. One of my bad habits I had picked up during my time in Japan was working out till your worked out. Working out to the point of exhaustion, muscles on fire, body in pain, begging for it to stop but not being able to. Countless hours nonstop of intense training as a punishment for feeling feelings that are meant to be felt. As much as I hated to admit it, Max was right. Working out till i’m worked out the day before the biggest PPV in not only the history of AEW but Professional Wrestling itself was stupid. But It was killing me just lying there staring up at the ceiling of our hotel room not being able to fall back asleep. So I decided to get up, shower and get ready for the day while Max slept a little longer.

****

Max’s Pov

I love Y/n but sometimes she worries me. Everyone was nervous and stressed about All In but I could tell there was something else that was bothering her, even if she didn’t know it. So, I thought a nice breakfast would brighten her up and take some of the stress away, and if that didn’t work, well maybe a nice massage would do the trick.

Y/n and I walked around the streets of London for a while before finding a cafe which had an amazing view of the London bridge. Even though it is August it was still chilly. I wore pants with a nice sweater alongside my Burberry scarf of course. Y/n had jeans and her Burberry jacket to keep her warm with the cool breeze. The two of us had high tea. Even though I despise going for tea (since my mother always forced me to go with her ever since I was little) I sucked it up and did it for Y/n because I know she enjoys it. Doing things you don’t like for the other is part of being in a relationship, something Y/n taught me. Not to be selfish and help me to become a better person, I will always be grateful for that.

Tea consisted of mini sandwiches, scones, pastries, fruit and of course tea. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would and was happy to see it help Y/n feel better. After we finished we spent the remainder of the day walking around town. We stopped in many different small shops, ate delicious pastries and even got to see the London bridge.

I was so glad to see how genuinely happy Y/n was, being able to forget about what tomorrow held even if it was just for a few hours. It was moments like these where we acted like real people. Not focused on acting a certain way for the sake of a camera. Tomorrow we would be MJF and Y/W/N but for now we were just Max and Y/n, two people who rarely were let out into the real world.

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Morning Brew

Short Scenario: Coffee before work, just some real domestic fluff. Besides Nikolai, his was what I think would constitute a 'morning' with him.

Characters: Jouno, Margaret, Yosano, Nikolai

Should mention btw that the reader is gender-neutral here!

Jouno

Your morning is spent just before the sun rises, as the world is still quiet and the sky is just beginning to gray. You've only just gotten up so you could find your boyfriend, whose warmth you were sorely lacking.

Finding him was easy though, as he was right by the coffee maker, waiting for his coffee to finish. He could have been normal and used a standard coffee maker, that used electricity and didn't make you do any work, but he had to have a pour-over coffee set. One which he listened to religiously each morning as if somehow leaving would change the flavor.

You didn't bother saying anything to him. You just reached out to his shoulders, drapping yourself over his back as you waited for the coffee with him. He reached up, taking one of your hands in his.

"Morning."

You just nodded behind his back, listening as he poured the both of you a cup of coffee. You got off, in search of the sugar and creamer.

Jouno might have been a mean man but having known him for so long, he was sweet. Like his coffee, which was half sugar. It was adorable, although you couldn't really say that straight to his face.

As you handed him the sugar and watched him scoop out copious amounts of it into his cup, you couldn't help but want to tell him that though. He had a bad bedhead and his face was scrunched up in concentration, which really made him look like a disgruntled cat - which was too cute.

You reached over and brushed some of his hair to the side, smiling a little. He looked over, finally done with his sugary monstrosity that he would never admit too.

"You're loud this morning." He mumbled, voice still gruff from sleep.

"Can't help it. You're really cute."

If he felt hot he wasn't going to tell you that. He simply walked away with his coffee cup, turning his face away.

Margaret

It was important for Margaret that you woke up with the sun, before the morning rush, and see what the day had ahead of you. Sitting down in nature and having some coffee together? This was one of her slices of heaven.

Even if it meant you were dragged out of bed at 5 am, and left to sit on a rather dirty park bench while she talked your ear off about her plans for the week. She was dedicated to her job, so of course you had to know about it as well.

It was sweet though, that you were important enough to her that she would include you though. She wasn't this open with everyone, not if she chose too.

You just watched her as you took small sips of your coffee, brushing your legs against hers and nodding along with her story. Something about her boss. You didn't really listen, but you didn't want her to feel ignored.

"You know, Fitzgerald really is a good guy, despite being kind of an asshole. Don't you agree?"

You nodded. That's her boss, right?

She smiled at that and continued her story, which you really didn't have the energy to listen to.

Looking past her head, you could see the sunrise. It was just barely hitting golden hour, so the light was starting to paint Margaret's loose strands into a perfect halo around her head.

Her hair was done as impeccably as always, despite the time, but you could still see the hairs that came out of her style despite this. They flew out from underneath her hat like little wisps of spider thread, dancing with her as she talked.

She had to know how stunning she was, holding her coffee cup as if it were porcelain and not from the local Starbucks. She was like a doll.

You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your face as you saw how happy she was - usually, she tried to stay serious, only showing off her strength. Her beauty was only ever shown as a weapon around others, but right now?

She was just beautiful. You hoped she never lost her smile.

Yosano

Spending the morning with Yosano was quite easy, now that you've lived together for so long. You've made each other's lives easier, becoming part of one another's routines.

You sat together in the bar of the cafe, waiting for your orders. It was still early, so while your drinks were being made, Yosano made small talk with the workers. You added in your 50 cents from time to time, although you were fine with sitting back and watching them.

You were still hazy from sleep, so you really needed your coffee to wake you.

Yosano wasn't bothered by this, instead talking to the redheaded girl named Lucy and laughing at a joke the girl had made - her hair bouncing alongside her as she shook her head. She added her own quip back, trying to outdo Lucy and succeeding - having the girl almost on the floor in laughter.

It made you smile, watching Yosano be in such high spirits so early in the morning.

"What's got you so happy this morning? See something you like?"

Yosano was copying you, leaning her head on hand and facing her whole body towards you. She was effervescent at that moment, as if all of the morning's beauty had concentrated towards her just so you could see how lucky you were to say that you could reach over and kiss her right now.

Which you gladly did, taking your time despite the public atmosphere you were in. You wanted to enjoy the moment as it lasted - you knew there would be a thousand more, but this one was in the now. So why not enjoy it?

"I just wanted to kiss you. You're really stunning, can't help but want to do that whenever I see you."

She smiled, putting her hand on your thigh.

"You're disgustingly sappy in the mornings. Makes me want to puke."

"Ew, not on the tables. My shift just started, ya nasties."

Lucy had chimed in, bringing the two of you your coffee's finally.

You smiled and went to take a sip of your drink - which you promptly spat out as it burnt your mouth. Yosano laughed, even as some of the coffee got onto her skirt.

You spilled some of it onto your pants as she pushed your shoulder in her laughter, making you lose almost half of your drink.

Now both of you were a mess.

Nikolai

You could barely constitute this as the 'morning' if you were being honest.

It was 3 am and you were inside of a gas station looking for an energy drink when you saw a hand popping up in front of you, taking two cans into the abyss it had come from.

You looked behind you, to see Nikolai giggling like any grown man should when he starts shoplifting. He didn't even look at you, he just walked throughout the aisles, grabbing various items with his disembodied hands that went straight back into his weird void.

Sighing, you didn't even bother. You know this would happen with him. No point in trying to be a normal citizen, so you waited until you knew it was safe to exit the building before you followed after him.

Although you doubt the poor, tired cashiers really cared enough to try and stop the two of you.

When you found him outside, his face was set straight, as if he wasn't wearing a clown costume in public, at 3 am.

Then he turned to you. And burst out laughing.

His whole body was shaking, like some cartoon villain. It would have been comical had he not lost his balance and almost fallen into you, causing you to stumble and try to catch yourself by grabbing onto him.

The two of you wobbled like that for a while, causing a scene in the middle of that empty night road. Nikolai took a while longer to calm down from his strange robbery high, finally pulling out your drink and handing it to you.

It was a pink monster, which was good enough for staying up in the morning.

"This is how I feel about you."

You looked up at him, where he kept his usual facade. He hadn't said anything, just waving the drinking around.

"You feel pink monster about me?"

You took it from his hands, opening your drink. You needed the caffeine to stay up, and badly.

"No silly, I feel like you're a rose."

You didn't comment on that. You just nodded, watching as he took out a 4loko out of his jacket for himself. He tried to open it, failing multiple times, before looking at you.

"Can you open this?"

This wasn't exactly your planned three am trip but oblidged, exchanging drinks so you could help him open his own drink. If you heard a loud sip coming from him, you elected to ignore it.

"This one actually tastes like shit. Sorry, I'll give you that new strawberry one when you finish this."

You gave him a look, exchanging drinks again.

"Mixing caffeine and alcohol is unhealthy, you know."

He smirked. He knocked back half of his drink, and turned to you.

"Staying up all night is unhealthy, but look at you being a rebel against God's orders."

You scoffed, taking a sip of your drink. You could taste his chapstick on the lid.

"I just have to be up right now because I need too. What about you? You chose to do this too didn't you?"

Nikolai smiled, putting his arm around your shoulder. He was strong and warm and it made you want to relax your shoulders, even if you needed to keep your mind awake for a long while after this.

"Rebelling isn't fun if you do it alone Y/n. Gotta have at least one person to do it with."

I honestly feel like I write about men better than women, despite having only ever dated women lol. Also idk if I'm super happy with this but I wanted to write and upload something anyways just before work.

#jouno x reader #margaret mitchell x reader #yosano x reader #nikolai x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

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His Lighthouse: The Morning After (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

The Morning After

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series summary:

Y/n is an aspiring writer living in Gotham City and struggling to find her next muse. Her recent novel is getting all the buzz, earning her far more attention than she signed up for. But when a chance encounter results in her nursing The Joker back to health, will she find the time to write another best seller or will her own story become front page of the Gotham Gazette?

chapter summary:

The elusive 'morning after' a romantic night with a lover, whatever will Joker and Y/n get into? Now that they are set on dating and getting to know one another will anything separate them from that goal.

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Hello! Hello! I’m back with another update and I must say, I'm a humble girl at heart but I sob cry knowing that there's really that many people that enjoy my story! I intended this to only reach a few people, if any at all, yet here we are... It only makes me wanna write more! Did I mention this story is farrrrrr from over?

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You were absolutely stunning.

A natural beauty amplified in the morning light. Joker was so lucky he woke up at odd hours of the night. He would have hated himself for all of eternity for missing this. You, fast asleep and looking drop dead gorgeous.

Sometime during the night you wiggled your way out of his hold and rolled over onto your back. Joker still kept you close, it seemed that he craved physical contact even asleep, and he threw a possessive arm over your waist.

You had created some space between the two of you but your face was the first thing he got to see when he opened his eyes.

Joker wanted to wake up to the sight of you everyday.

Your beautiful lips slightly parted to allow for soft puffs of air to escape. Your dark lashes fluttering every so often in a deep R.E.M., (he wished you were dreaming of him) and your soft skin was highlighted by a ray of sunshine flooding in from the window. You didn't like that and it almost roused you awake.

You grumbled and turned into Joker's chest resuming your slumber. Suddenly he became the teddy bear. My, how the tables turned in just a few short hours.

You sought him out for protection and clung to him in your most vulnerable state. That subconscious choice had Joker speechless. No one had ever relied on him before yet you did just that. Seeking out his comfort while vastly unaware of the reaction that tiny decision would forever have on him.

He took extra care not to wake you up as he located the room remote on the nightstand and programmed the automatic curtains to move and shield you from the rising sun.

You earned your rest and then some. Joker would make sure that nothing bothered you.

On top of being kidnapped, (and quickly rescued) you let Joker finally have sex with you. And the clown definitely made up for lost time. Freaking overachiever. He might've gone overboard yet he heard no complaints. You were exhausted both mentally and physically.

Joker didn't consider himself much of a savior but he would do everything in his power to keep you safe. Not much could disturb you in the penthouse but he wouldn't take any chances.

You entrusted Joker with your heart until he had to leave and shatter it into a million pieces.

But that was negative thinking. Who knows? Maybe he could find a way to lessen the pain before then.

Joker chose to focus on the positive. Live in the moment. That's all you have. He pulled you closer in his arms and fell back asleep, holding you tighter than ever.

You woke up disoriented, sore, and clutching a pillow for dear life.

You wiped your mouth knowing there was probably drool present with how well rested you felt. That was the best night of sleep you had in weeks.

Not much was said after Joker tucked the both of you into bed last night. You tried your best to say something heartfelt; you epically failed.

"You're stuck with me for five more months."

He said it with such confidence you wanted to believe it was true. That you finally had a chance with Joker.

Things were still unclear but hopefully you and Joker were on the same page going forward. Things seemed to be off to a good start. Joker physically slid right back into your life as if nothing had happened. It was the emotional aspect of things that you were worried about. You hoped you weren't moving too fast but then again there was a deadline here underlined in red twice.

Five months felt so short and the clock was already ticking..

There was so much you wanted to ask, experience, and talk about with Joker but right now his side of the bed was empty. You rose from your sleeping position, looking around the room for his presence and came up short. The room was quiet.

It was then you noticed the curtains were drawn but the sunlight still peeked out from the bottom. Dawn truly dawned on you.

It was the morning after and you were alone.

Greaaat, real classy. An empty bed totally screams positive relationship goals. You two were totally on the same page! You had the urge to toss a pillow in anger. How could you be so stupid to believe that Joker would take this seriously?!

"Don't overthink things Y/n. Maybe he went to the bathroom or some other lame excuse. Yeah, that would explain why he didn't wake up next to you after such a wonderful night together."

That's the lie you told yourself as you flung the covers back and stepped on the cold hardwood floors.

Fitting. It matched your current feelings towards a certain fugitive. You blinked back tears for even allowing Joker a chance with your heart. It really was just sex to him, no strings attached, and oh no...

You clutched your head trying to stop the bad thoughts from taking over but they kept appearing even as you struggled to breathe.

You needed privacy before this panic attack got too intense. You nodded to yourself and almost made it to your sanctuary but the aroma coming from your kitchen caught your attention.

It quite literally made you stop in your tracks to investigate.

You made your way through the archway that separated the common area of your penthouse from the private rooms. The sight that greeted you snatched every bad thought from your mind and tossed them straight in the trash.

"What are you doing?" You mumbled to your roommate.

Joker turned around so you could see the gaudy Kiss the Cook apron that Dick left a few BBQ parties ago hanging from around his neck. Joker opted out on wearing a shirt and his dark grey sleeping pants were hanging dangerously low on his hips, showing off muscle and V lines that you failed to notice before.

He brought the whole scene together by waving with a plastic spatula in greeting. "Hmm. Good morning Bunny."

Joker watched you sink into the barstool at the island counter wide eyed and speechless.

His green eyes scanned you from head to toe like he didn't see you every time he woke up this morning— which happened to be a lot.

He couldn't get over the fact that you and him were actually together. It was such a far fetched concept that it didn't seem real so Joker kept waking up in a cold sweat throughout the night thinking you weren't there. What if he didn't rescue you from the warehouse or worse? What if you died at that dumb charity event and his sick, twisted mind was making all of this up?

It wouldn't be the first time that his mind became his own worst enemy.

Joker woke up each time gasping for air hoping that his nightmare wasn't a reality, only to sigh in relief when he felt you in his arms.

He would squeeze you tighter (despite grumbling your displeasure of it in your sleep) and fell back asleep with his living teddy bear safe and sound. But the same nightmare would awake him again an hour later thus, repeating the cycle anew.

Broken sleep wasn't healthy but Joker was used to getting the bare minimum in order to survive.

He didn't want you to worry or worse, wake you. Joker had his demons and as much as he wanted to stay by your side and ignore them, solitude was the best remedy to clear his head. Well that and shock therapy, but he wasn't at Arkham Asylum anymore.

So he regretfully left you tucked in bed to roam the penthouse when he had the thought to treat you to breakfast. His thoughts always revolved around you. Funny how you caused his inner turmoil and was also the solution to rid them.

Joker couldn't get you out of his head though he feared the day he would no longer think of you.

A deafening silence in perpetual darkness. A different type of loneliness that Joker didn't want to return to. How could he return to his old ways after experiencing your blinding light? He would never be the same but that was something to worry about in the distant future.

He focused back on you, seated before him at the kitchen counter, trying to figure out what was going on. Joker cleared his throat and set about clearing the air.

"I had plans to bring you uh break fast in bed but it seems you're really too noisy for your own good." He eyed you briefly before turning around and flipping whatever he was cooking in the skillet over.

You blinked in shock as he set the utensil down and leaned on the counter, crossing his arms.

"How did you sleep?" He popped the letter p and waited for a response. You decided to answer his question with one of your own.

"You can cook?" You waved at the mess he made of your kitchen. "Like... actually.. cook?"

"Duh whatcha think I'm doing, Y/n? I got nothing on you but at least I can feed myself without burning the apartment down." Joker didn't break eye contact with you as he dragged the skillet off the burner and killed the heat.

A shiver ran up your spine. A man that could cook was a secret weakness of yours. It was hard to believe that Joker knew his way around the kitchen. Your mind was on tilt. "Uh I.. um.."

"Use your words Y/n." By the time you looked up, he was reaching to take something out of the cabinet. This domestic version of Joker had you weak in the knees. He didn't seem to notice.

"Do you like syrup on your pancakes?" Joker shook the bottle to gain your attention. You forgot to verbally say yes along with your nod, causing Joker to arch an eyebrow.

He slammed the cabinet shut and set the syrup down next to the plate of pancakes already cooked and ready to eat. You just now noticed them.

Fluffy golden brown cakes stacked high and glistening with melted butter like some fancy flapjack commercial. They looked too good to be true. Either this was a dream or Joker was trying to impress you. So of course you had to be dreaming.

You thought as much until Joker grabbed your chin from over the counter.

"What's floating in that pretty little head of yours hmm?" He loved that lost doey eyed look during sex but right now, not so much.

He slowly nodded his own head trying to urge you to speak with no success. You just stared at him so he let your face go with a sigh.

"AlrighTyyy then. Since you're incapable of speech, I'll talk. I found your pancake mix in the pantry and since you weren't, uh, waking up any time soon to make us anything. Tada." He gestured to his hard work. "It's.. it's magic. Now eat something so that brain of yours can start workin.' Here."

He scooped out the last pancake he made from the skillet onto your plate and dragged the larger serving plate closer for himself.

You were still speechless but glanced down at the fine china before you. It was your plum blossom set and it brought a smile to your face thinking back to the first time you served it to Joker all those weeks ago.

Funny how things changed but everything remained the same.

His pancakes didn't look poisonous and none of them were burnt either. (His first of many attempts were sitting at the bottom of the trash mocking him.) The ones before you looked perfectly normal and smelled yummy if your growling stomach had any say on the matter. Joker slid into the barstool next to you and loaded his own plate with food but kept an eye on you lost in thought. Did you hit your head or something? This silent treatment was unusual behavior even for you.

Right as he was preparing to force you out of your daze, you grabbed a fork and dug in. Joker would be lying if he said he didn't hold his breath waiting for your review.

You were chewing too slowly for his liking and he thought the worst when you suddenly glanced his way.

"These are delicious." You beamed.

"Well yeah. You did all the work, I just cooked the d__n things." So it wasn't as easy as he led you on to believe. Interesting..

You hid your mirth by hitting his arm. He bristled at the playful contact. "You know the rules, Joker."

It took him a minute to get what you were talking about but he rolled his eyes knowing all too well. "Sweetheart. I said a lot of bad words last night. Don't ya remember?"

He bit into his forkful of pancakes and smirked at your flushed face avoiding his eye. He dialed back his signature laugh into condescending chuckles, aimed at you.

"Don't go shy on me now, Y/n... you weren't last night when you kept begging me for more."

All the sinful things Joker whispered, groaned, and panted in your ear last night played in your head like a sports recap. You hated when he was right. You were practically begging for it but he didn't have to rub it in.

Joker turned out to be quite the sexual deviant and you just so happened to be his personal plaything until further notice.

You didn't mind. Joker took his job as a lover very seriously despite his apparent rough treatment of you. Another fact you discovered, Joker was verbal in bed. and he talked you through the most intense moments of the night with that silver tongue of his. Good Lord the things his tongue could do..

You cleared your throat, "I ah remember. But to answer your question, I slept very well and t-thank you for cooking."

Joker grunted in that weird way of his, this time it held a positive, don't mention it tone, as the two of you ate in silence.

You thought he would bring up what really made him ditch you in bed this morning but nope. Crickets. You honestly weren't surprised. Joker could avoid any topic when it benefited him. He wasn't the only one that ran away instead of facing his emotions. His 'I decided to cook breakfast' excuse didn't sit well with you.

You wisely kept that thought to yourself.

Thankfully Joker didn't seem to notice your lackluster mood (or so you thought) although he was rather quiet as the two of you finished up breakfast and he moved to collect the various plates and other tools he used.

As a peace offering, you volunteered to wash dishes and Joker immediately took you up on it.

He was dreading cleaning all of this crap. Why didn't you own a dishwasher? Probably another weird quirk of yours since you actually looked excited to manually wash dishes. He could tell by that ghost of a smile on your face. Yet your mood hadn't fully recovered.

Joker knew something was bothering you when you kept quiet as the sink filled with suds and hot water. He chose not to comment in case he was wrong with his assumption but when was he ever wrong? Uh never.

After you blindly handed him a knife to towel dry off, enough was enough. He felt insulted. You knew his track record with knives. Why hand him one? Before you could blink, Joker had you caged in between him and the kitchen sink with no way out.

Your soapy hands grabbed his arms on instinct. "J-Joker, what are you doing?"

Your eyes met his trying to understand what had gotten into him. His knowing gaze made you uneasy so you purposefully looked away.

"Oh. I see." Joker eyed you up and down, "Go ahead and get it off your chest Y/n."

You froze. How did he..?

"How'd I know you wanted to talk? C'mon sweetheart, that look on your face screams; I'm holding something back."

Joker watched you swallow and he glanced down at the marks he left on your neck. They were noticeable but still faint against your skin tone. He wished Wayne could see you all marked up and claimed. That annoying rich boy needed to know his place. Sometimes being a secret really sucked. Joker wanted all of Gotham to know that the two of you were together.

Would you be upset if he made an anonymous tv broadcast about it or leaked it to the Gotham Gazette? Joker knew saying anything would put you in danger but a man could dream.

There had to be a way. You stole Joker's attention away before he could think on it further. "I mean yeah I have questions but I doubt you'll answer them."

Joker visibly sighed. You didn't trust him in the way he wanted you to. Just what would it take?!

"Won't know if you don't ask, doll. Up you go!" Joker picked you up and plopped you down on the kitchen counter, ignoring your startled yelp.

He left you there shell shocked and mildly turned on to go drain the water in the sink. Dishes could wait, you were more important.

He dried his hands and yours before removing the apron he was wearing. Then Joker gave you his full undivided attention. Such a shame you were too busy ogling his abs to start asking him questions.

"Eyes up here princess." Joker said.

The endearment was new and it hit your core like an atomic bomb.

"Ohh Y/n! Did you just moan? I think you diddd." He walked up and settled in between your legs, smiling wide. Of course he noticed your reaction. Lovely.

Joker licked his lips in that distinctive way of his. He subconsciously missed his clown makeup.

You liked his natural bare face more. "N-No! I did not! Can you be serious for once?"

Rule number one: be careful what you ask for around Joker. His eyes clouded over and the temperature in the kitchen dropped a good ten degrees instantly. A serious Joker was scary. You were trapped on the counter with this unstable degenerate blocking your path.

And the danger excited you. His sharp eyes forced you to elaborate.

"I can't seem to understand how quickly you responded to rescue me. Don't get me wrong, I'm forever grateful, but Mac and Neo painted a clear picture that you never wanted to see me again. I mean, I went two weeks with absolute radio silence and that hurt Joker. I know I was the one who ran away.. but you let me go. Y-You encouraged me to! I know we sorta kinda settled things between us and I am willing to try this- try us out but..."

You stopped to take a deep breath. Your next words came out in a heavy sigh.

"How do I know for sure that your feelings are genuine? You said it yourself you suffered while I was away, that you still have voices and doubts in your head about me. It sounds like you're confused on how to proceed. You're still struggling with your emotions and I don't want to force you into something that you might not be ready for. If we need to slow things down or take another break I—"

"You are noT pushing me away just because you're the one too scared to jump all in." Joker cut you off.

His eyes were venomous green staring you down from his towering height. Even situated on the counter, Joker could make you feel so small. Deep down you actually feared him just a tad.

His palms squeezed your upper thighs as he came nose to nose with you. This is not how he wanted to tell you about his inner demons.

"None of that matters Y/n! I saw you get taken with my own eyes. What was I supposed to do? Sit back and watch as they killed you?"

He hissed the accusation in the combined space and you could smell the maple syrup enlaced with his words.

"Sounds like a normal Joker reaction to me." You commented.

Your response hurt more than it should. A few months ago that would have been true. But now? Now he had to feign indifference to save face.

"Sorry. Uh next time? when you get kidnapped, I'll sit back and take notes mkay? Whether you like it or noT, you're stuck with me, so no. I will not slow down ooor take a break. I have you all to myself and I refuse to let you go. Even if I don't know what I'm doin' you're not going anywhere."

By the end of Joker's speech his lips were hovering over yours. You could feel the truth and uncertainty in his words but you didn't have much to say as a rebuttal. He was willing to try something new despite the odds stacked against him.

Those expressive eyes of his held you hostage and you were unable to look away. They were begging for you to understand what he failed to say— what both of you were too scared to admit this early on.

So for now it was best left unsaid. Joker was leaning down to seal your lips with his when someone started banging on your front door.

Joker growled at the moment being ruined and was making his way to neutralize the noise when you ran after him.

"Joker, wait!"

You caught up to him near the dining room table. With a gentle hand on his chest you pushed him back. "You're a wanted fugitive, remember? Let me answer it."

He scoffed and pushed you aside. "Uh huh. A defenseless author with a target on her head wants to answer the door? You're asking for it now. Move."

He did have a point, however. "Joker I know that knock from anywhere it's not—"

"You got ten seconds to open this door or we're coming in!" A feminine voice hollered from the other side.

Joker eyed the door in newfound intrigue as the person began counting down. He returned your gaze when you answered his question. "It's Florence. Please. Go. Hide!"

Oh. A friend. Normal guests, not psychotic criminals trying to kidnap you. Joker was kinda disappointed.

Florence kept banging on the door in between her exaggerated countdown.

Your e/c eyes pleaded with Joker halfway between seven and five to leave. He almost put up a fight but retreated to his bedroom— out of sight, for the time being. You heard the bedroom door slam close and knew Joker wasn't in the best of moods after being interrupted.

He was finally opening up and giving insight to his inner thoughts and feelings until Florence came out of nowhere and forced him back into his shell. This tiny world you created with Joker in your apartment was just a façade. The world was still revolving and balancing Joker's existence and Gotham's would prove to be a difficult task.

Dealing with a grumpy Joker would be an even bigger one. That would have to be a problem to deal with later though. Right now Florence was on number three and louder than ever.

"Open the f___ing door Y/n! I know you're in there girl! We just wanna talk!"

Classic Florence to threaten you passive aggressively.

You took a deep breath and unlocked the door right as Florence got to one. To her left, Barbara was holding the only set of spare keys you had, save for the front desk copy downstairs and surprisingly Joker's set. How he came in possession of your keys was a topic to be revisited at a later date.

You greeted your friends. "Hey hi. What brings you—"

The Haitian woman shoulder checked you as she walked into your apartment. Barbara wheeled herself in, giving you a telepathic, 'she's pissed' warning glare in passing.

The redhead shook her head as you closed the door. You didn't have to read the room to know Florence was mad. You rubbed your aching shoulder. The message was well received.

Florence had her hands on her hips bringing attention to the body chain hanging snug around her waist. You saw the intricate beads, healing crystals, and evil eye charms attached to the gold chain, most likely made from a native from her home country.

Despite Gotham City's unpredictable weather, Florence wore a crop top and wrap skirt complete with impressive lace up heels. A vision as always and she knew it.

"Not you acting all cordial at the door. You almost died and I had to hear about it off the news! No phone calls, no text, f__k a letter would have sufficed! If Barbara here didn't fill me in, I would've thought the worst!" Florence listed off each offense she had against you with her long acrylics.

Each click of her coffin nails made you cringe. It was literal sorcery how she could braid hair with them.

You walked further into the room to confront Florence, more like de-escalate her ire.

"That was two weeks ago Flo." You mentioned. They didn't know about you getting kidnapped just yesterday. The less they know the better.

Barbara made a face before weighing in.

"It doesn't matter how long ago it was Y/n, we were so worried about you! It was terrifying to watch the news without knowing your whereabouts! No one heard from you until I got a call from Bruce saying you were laying low at his estate. You should have called us. We're your friends!"

She failed to mention that Bruce was first on the scene as Batman with his tech analyst Oracle on standby that fateful Friday night. Both were clueless as to where you disappeared to until you mysteriously appeared back at your apartment, otherwise unharmed the next day.

Your whereabouts after the gala attack were unaccounted for. Where did you go for the night? Better yet, how did you escape the carnage?

Things weren't adding up, hence Barbara here with Florence (blissfully unaware of course) trying to get more intel.

The billionaire mentioned that something was on your mind in the two weeks you stayed with him. Even worse, things fell flat literally out of nowhere and you were too eager to leave Wayne Manor. You refused to talk about it to him, maybe you would confide in Barbara.

Bruce said he dropped you off at your place yesterday afternoon and Barbara was determined to get to the bottom of things today. Florence was playing her part in the secret mission and rounded on you, agreeing with her redheaded friend.

"Exactly! Friends communicate but wait a minute, new information being presented. You stayed with the DILF?!" She looked at you both with a petty smile slowly forming on her face.

"Bruce is not a daddy." You crossed your arms with a dramatic eye roll.

"Girl you crazy!" Florence cackled but stopped when she noticed something peculiar. "Hold on... Oh my god." She gasped.

Barbara jumped in her chair and looked around. "What? What is it? What's wrong?"

If she looked further into the kitchen she would've seen the mess Joker made of it. You clearly didn't have any time to clean or hide the evidence of him being here before their unexpected arrival. The fact the mess was there made you panic and try to keep their attention isolated in the living room.

"You f__ked him!" Florence screamed.

Your face turned deadpan the exact moment Barbara spoke out. "Wait who??"

Florence rolled her exotic eyes. "Y/n had sex with Bruce Wayne! It's written all over her face."

"I d-did not!"

She scoffed, "Tuh the devil is a lie. You had sex with somebody and ya boy Wayne seems to be a biter." She poked your collarbone that was riddled with marks. Your pjs put them on full display and you slapped a hand over them.

"I-I uh.." You turned to Barbara for help but she seemed to be processing this new information poorly.

"I I I. You're stuttering Y/n. Was the sex that good you can't form sentences? Is he still here?" Florence followed your gaze and looked over her shoulder.

You made a panic induced noise that diverted her attention back to you and away from the archway leading to the bedrooms.

"Bruce isn't here because I didn't have sex with him! I was still in bed when you banged on my door like the freaking GCPD." Your state of clothing sold the story but Florence wasn't buying it judging by her pursed lips.

"Mmhm. You took a shower and didn't wrap your hair beforehand. Any woman with some common sense would protect her textured hair before showering unless she's too preoccupied by getting dicked down. I can see the water damage Y/n. You ain't slick." Florence tapped your nappy hair that was sticking out from under your silk wrap.

Busted and Florence looked smug as you struggled to make a witty response.

Barbara broke the silence, sounding a bit hurt. "Y/n.. did you really have sex with Bruce?"

You turned towards the redhead and sighed. It was easy to forget Barbara had this weird, complex relationship with the billionaire. If she wasn't so flirtatious and coy with Dick you would've been convinced she had a thing for Bruce.

Either way, you heard the betrayal in her voice and felt obligated to set the record straight.

"No, I did not Barbara." You glanced at Florence when she snorted. "Look. I said what I said. Believe me or not that's up to you but I have no reason to lie."

Barbara slowly nodded her head but both of you eyed Florence when she burst out laughing.

"That dick must've been grade A to have you this twisted. You look like you barely survived a one night stand with a sadist." Florence snickered and fell on the couch in stitches.

She was having way too much fun roasting you. She was right about the sadist bit. Joker did get carried away...

"She has a point Y/n. They look painful but regardless— I'm so happy for you!" Barbara squealed.

"Our girl is finally getting dick. Took her long enough!" Florence added in between wheezes.

"Oh my god." You groaned at your friends ganging up on you. You made your way to the couch and sat down next to Flo.

After a while their laughter simmered down until Florence could speak without giggling.

"Okay nah forreal. I can squeeze you in for an appointment. Your hair looking a lil rough baby." Florence patted your natural hair professionally. "Did he pull the braids out or something? What happen?"

You swatted her hand away. "See you ain't right. If you two are done hounding me, I'd like to relax for the rest of the day."

Joker was bound to be pissed with how long they were hanging around. He was not a person to keep waiting but you couldn't kick them out without raising suspicions.

"Oh? He wore you out these past two weeks and now you're trying to kick us out. Rude. We came over to invite you out for a girl's night." Florence propped her heels on the coffee table and Barbara nodded her head, situated in her favorite spot next to the accent chair.

Behind her you spotted Joker's ridiculous panda suit he left on the floor when the two of you arrived late last night.

It was riddled with scratches from the spray of bullets Two Face's goons made in retaliation to your rescue. A cold sweat ran down your spine hoping they didn't see it. How could Joker be so careless?! Oh right, he thought it would be just the two of you in the penthouse for the next five months. You weren't a recluse for crying out loud!

Although few in number, you had visitors and many deliveries that stopped by. You mentally shook your head and diverted your attention back to Barbara who clapped her hands in glee.

"You can rest later Y/n! C'mon, we haven't hung out in ages!"

Flo admired her acrylic set and added her two cents in. "Red is right. Plus you deserve some fun after your brush with death."

If only she knew just how true her statement was and how recent. You wanted to agree but..

You glanced towards your guest bedroom where you knew Joker was bound to be eavesdropping. Florence's stunning beauty blocked your field of vision.

"Unless you really do have a dick appointment with a tall handsome billionaire you not telling us about." She sang.

You spat the denial out through your teeth. "No, I don't."

Barbara snickered behind her hands and the motion caused her many bracelets to clink together. "Perfect! We'll make it a true girl's night and invite Morgana!" She whipped her phone out and began typing away. "Wait, what time does she get off work?"

"Three." You and Florence said at the same time but you added more to your sentence. "So this is a thing. Like we're actually going out tonight?"

"Yes but there's a catch. I was invited to a club by one of my clients." Florence said with a grimace.

Barbara looked up from her phone not understanding the issue. "Okay? Wow! That's amazing Flo. Which one?"

"Euphoria."

You and Barbara shared a look. "I've never heard of it, is it a new club or something?" You asked.

Florence turned her head and mumbled something off to the side. Her odd behavior was irking Barb who had enough and raised her voice. "Spit it out Flo!"

"It's in Atlanta aight! The club is in Atlanta." She huffed out.

"Like.. Georgia?"

"As in, almost nine hundred miles away, in a different state than us Georgia?"

Florence rolled her eyes at the two of you pestering her. "Y'all so childish. Yes, that Georgia. I flew down to braid his hair a few times and he always invited me to his club for bottle service as secondary payment. Wasn't interested before, but we could use a little bit of fun on his dime. Plus I'm tryna get drunkity drunk tonight."

You snickered seeing Barbara process this new information. She was the brains of the group. This would be interesting.

"How are we going to get there, Florence? Traveling with me and a wheelchair isn't the best thing in the world, I'd tell you that."

Florence quickly replied. "It's just a suggestion d__n. He has a jet so it'll be personal care for you and your equipment, I promise. It beats staying here in Gotham. Just about all of the warehouses and strips are closed due to that explosion last night."

You stopped laughing.

"Oh good point. Dad's been so busy handling the situation on top of the National Guard I didn't get to talk to him this morning." Barbara mentioned.

Were they talking about the bomb Joker caused to save you last night? It sure sounded like it. You tensed up in your seat and remained quiet.

"See? It makes sense to travel elsewhere since Gotham City nightlife is temporarily shut down. This is what happens when an idiot blows up a perfectly good liquor factory. We have to party outside the state!"

They were definitely talking about the warehouse Joker demolished. Barbara and Florence spoke in the background about tonight's travel details but you were stuck in your own world.

It was insane to recall but you were kidnapped less than twenty four hours ago and Joker's 'heroic actions' had citywide consequences. Most of the nightclubs in Gotham were housed in warehouses so it was sound logic to shut down the rest to protect the public from any other repeat hits or copycats.

Would it be too suspicious to turn on the tv to watch the news coverage mid conversation? You didn't expect any survivors, but you needed to know what lengths Joker went through to get you back.

Even if they were criminals beyond saving, their deaths somehow felt like your responsibility.

"I can't believe I'm agreeing with this.. Usually I would stress my dad's strict citywide curfew but technically it doesn't apply if we fly out of the state. Morgana's not answering her cell so she must be busy with an order. I'll fill her in later. How about we meet back here around, oh let's say, a quarter to eight then drive to the airport?"

You were still on the fact they were talking about last night's traumatic event to even acknowledge they were making plans without your say.

You reentered the conversation with a stage cough. "Um excuse me? Hi. The owner of the meetup spot wishes to speak. Do I have a say in the matter or...?"

"Nope." They both said.

You were overruled two to one. What was the point in trying to stick your ground?

You finally got to glance at the clock. It read a little after eleven am. For someone who went to bed super late and woke up extremely early, you had a ton of energy. But did you have enough for a girl's night? Would you have enough to face Joker after this and tell him you were leaving? You were way too young for this kind of stress.

You'd have grey hairs by the end of the year. Florence ended your worrisome thoughts when she stood up with a flourish.

"Alright I'll call and tell him that we're a go. Now you!" She rounded on you with a pointy coffin nail. "I want that hair washed and presentable to match your sexy outfit that you'll wear tonight. And if you fail to be ready at eight pm, I will personally cockblock your plans with Wayne. Have I made myself clear?"

Florence stood over you looking every bit the assertive girl boss she was. You nodded your head to appease her. "Yes ma'am. I'll be ready."

Neither her or Barbara looked convinced. You were notorious for rain checks after all.

"I mean it Y/n/n." Flo warned.

Barbara sent you another telepathic message, this one, sucks to be you, before they both made their way towards the door. You held it open, waving goodbye and promising to be ready at eight o'clock.

You closed the door with a soft click that did nothing to muffle your heavy sigh. Somehow you got roped into a jet setting night out. Just what were you going to tell Joker?

You could write a thousand speeches, captivate an audience with your riveting tales, but when it came to finding a way to tell Joker about tonight's plans, you came up short.

He would not take the news well, that much was certain and you really didn't want to put a wedge in the already fragile relationship. You liked Joker a lot but your pre-existing friendship with the girls was important too.

Who took more priority in your life? You rested your head on the front door, at a loss on what to do.

"Going somewhere bunny?"

You screamed at the low timbre caressing in your ear. You doubted if Florence and Barbara were out of earshot yet but you honestly did not care. Your roommate was a sneaky devil that loved to scare people, i.e. you.

"Joker, you got to stop creeping up on me like that! My heart is racing!" You placed a hand over your chest to try and calm the tempo down.

Joker could care less. He heard every word you said and had a bone to pick with you. He crowded your frightened form to the wall and eyed you down with that mysterious gleam you had yet to decipher. You couldn't tell what he was thinking until he spoke.

"Soooo you're leaving. Again." He growled.

Okay he was Pissed with a capital p.

You had two choices here. One, play the victim card or own up to the plans and hold your ground. You chose the higher ground.

"Oh that. Well you already heard but Flo, Barb, and I are doing girl's night. I can't back out or they'll get suspicious. I mean.. they already think—"

Joker cut you off. "That you're screwing Gotham's most favorite upstanding citizen, Bruce Wayne? Yeah I hearD. I'll let that slide solely on the fact that the Commissioner's daughter was sooo worried about your sex life she failed to notice incriminating evidence right in her face."

He stepped back to pick up his bulletproof panda suit off the floor and shook it playfully. "It's comforting to know everyone associated with the GCPD is dumber than a bag of rocks."

You didn't find his comment funny.

"Don't insult my friend right to my face, Joker. That's what you not finna do."

He enjoyed hearing your Blüdhaven dialect come out whenever you were upset. It was a different side of you that very few got to see.

You noted his aloof demeanor and decided to agitate the bear since he wasn't mad like you thought he'd be. "Meanwhile I'm surprised you're not more upset about their 'accusations'. A lot can happen in two weeks."

You quoted Joker's own words right back at him, much to his displeasure.

Joker's grin fell and so did the panda suit from his grasp. It sank to the floor with an audible thud as he approached you once more. "Watch it Bunny."

You pursed your lips. "Or what? You'll spank me?"

"Do you want me to?"

You could tell Joker was serious. He didn't stutter nor did he crack a smile. If your eyes weren't glued to his, you would've seen his hands balled up into fists and shaking by his side. This version of Joker was unknown to you and it was wise to tread carefully. He was unpredictable and visibly on edge.

You let out a shaky breath. "N-No! Look. I'm not running away.."

"Then why did you agree to go out clubbing in Atlanta? That's the very definition of leaving!"

Joker was trying to ebb his emotions but it was proving to be difficult when you stood there acting like you were innocent.

Didn't you see your hypocritical actions front and center? How dare you paint him out to be the villain here?! He shouldn't be punished just because you were scared to take a leap of faith. You talked up a good game about giving this relationship a shot but you ran away at the mere drop of a hat. It was not fair.

You should be the one questioning your feelings toward him, not the other way around. He stood firm on his feelings, (even if he was relearning them day by day) you were the one uncertain. You were the one who was afraid.

Joker couldn't help you overcome that fear, at least not in a healthy manner. However tough love was a tried and true approach to these situations...

"Why?" Joker growled again as he invaded your space.

He didn't care if you were claustrophobic. He couldn't even think straight let alone notice how his actions were affecting you. You backpedaled further into the kitchen and was creating some distance until your back hit the pantry door next to the stove.

Then you were caged in, standing before a raging lion.

Arms you previously admired and clung to throughout the night were walls of steel, blocking your escape. Joker's tall frame blocked out the light, plunging you into a dark void where you were an innocent mouse and he the Cheshire Cat licking his fangs in anticipation.

The shadows made his facial scars harsher somehow. More sinister than you'd care to admit.

Joker repeated his question yet your brain failed at forming the right words to answer. Your silence was not what he wanted to hear. Joker asked you again only this time, he shouted it.

You cowered away and he preened at the fear rolling off of you. Almost a month ago, he would have killed to see fear overwhelm your features, yet seeing it today, it was all wrong. Just wrong, wrong, wrong. He never wanted you to fear him but that dark, ugly side he tried so hard to tame, wanted— no needed to force you to see their way of thinking.

Fear was the only way. It was the only emotion Joker knew and perfected and so he used it well.

You whimpered when Joker's fist careened into the pantry door mere inches from your face. It almost drowned out his demand for answers. Almost.

You didn't know how to respond when he was like this.

Granted you were still emotionally drained from last night, (and from this morning when you woke up alone) you easily lost the battle against your emotions and let a tear slip out.

His world stopped spinning.

It was as if Killer Croc ripped Joker's heart out and shredded it into confetti paper. Joker feared nothing but the moment he reached out and tried holding your face in his hands- when you flinched away- he felt hollow inside.

He was scum, lower than dirt for invoking your tears.

Joker's hands hovered in front of your face, trembling from the thought of touching you, of invoking your fear of him more, he couldn't stomach the sight anymore. He did this. No. That horrid- evil side of him that he tried his best to hide whenever he was around you, did this.

It wanted your blood, your terror, your very life if you were foolish enough to give it. Joker knew he was a monster; it was common knowledge and he wondered daily why you allowed him to dwell amongst your beauty and kindness. All he ever did was cause you pain.

Perhaps he should leave. He couldn't hurt something out of his reach, so he nodded to himself and began to turn when your weak, watery cry stopped him.

"Wait! Please."

Joker's world began spinning again, one hesitant inch at a time.

He was the one that cornered, frightened, and made you cry so why was he the one acting afraid? Joker was scared to see your face, to find disgust there directed at him. Maybe today would be the day you came to your senses and kicked him out of your life for good.

But no. His Bunny was too merciful. Your hands mirrored his previous intentions and held his cheek like glass. Your hands were so warm on his scars it made him dizzy.

"P-Please.. I'm sorry. I promise I'm not running away! Don't ever think that I'm running from you or from u-us. It's just.. um my friends and I rarely have the same schedules and if I don't go tonight it'll be months before we get to hang out as a full group again. And with you in my apartment for the next five months I want— No, I need to spend time with them before I give you all of my attention. You deserve it! I'm so sorry Joker, I have to go, please don't be mad at me!"

You burst into tears and clung to his chest. He blinked in awe that his fear tactic worked. Finally you explained your actions! Although he hated the method he used, it all worked out in the end.

You feared Joker just a smidgen more than you previously did and in the future he would use that to his advantage. Joker sighed to himself. He was ashamed for even manipulating you like this, but as he wrapped his arms around you and shushed your hiccups like a baby– he knew.

The seed was sown; You knew better not to anger him again.

Joker was used to making people cry and he hardly cared if they never stopped. It was part of the job description as Joker monopolized people's fear of him for his grip on power.

That is until he made you cry. Then, it was a problem. One that he couldn't seem to fix.

You two had slid to the kitchen floor where Joker sat with his back to the counter and you in his arms. He looked every bit a grumpy cat.

No matter how many times he patted your back or mumbled out at "There, there Bunny." or rolled his eyes each time you apologized he groaned, "Stop saying sorry and stop cryin.." you didn't.

You would simply tear up more and cling to him tighter.

This was Joker's atonement. His legs had since fallen asleep from your weight on them and he watched the time tick by on the stove's interface. Sooner or later you would tucker yourself out, right? Joker was by no means religious but he considered praying to something if it finally dried up your tears.

He was seconds away from shoving you aside and doing something more useful with his time- but once he raised a hand to caress the back of your head, it all stopped.

Just like that, you stopped. He was mad at himself for not thinking of it sooner. You secretly loved your hair being played with despite your strict 'no touching rule.'

You whimpered differently and shuddered in his hold as your gentle sobs came to a stop.

All was quiet until you looked up into muddled green orbs. Joker appeared to be absolutely bored but his eyes softened when he saw your puffy face staring up at him. Even with tear stained cheeks, you were beautiful. He didn't know if he was allowed to kiss you but nothing could stop Joker when he wanted something.

Right now, he wanted to kiss those pretty lips of yours. He wiped your lash line with the pad of his thumb and angled your head better to see him.

"You feelin better doll?"

You bashfully nodded your head. Your emotional outburst was so embarrassing now that it was over. To think you cried in front of Joker of all people! Ugh, you felt so pathetic.

Yet the way Joker's eyes regarded you like you were the most interesting thing in his world, it gave you a bit of hope. Who cares if your writer's mind over romanticized the moment?

Joker arched an eyebrow at your spaced out gaze and huffed gently. "Still not using your big girl words. I wanna hear you use 'em." He tapped your temple once, then twice to taunt your brain.

"I-I ahem.. I feel better. T-Thanks for letting me cry all over you." You wiped his chest that did little to absorb your tears. His muscles looked good wet. You cleared your throat after thinking that wild thought.

"Something else still on your mind?" Joker asked while tipping your head back with a lone finger. He had a sixth sense in reading your mind.

This relationship would be so much easier if he actually could, but alas. He was still pretty accurate at times.

"No. I just feel stupid for crying in your lap like some spoiled brat." You grumbled.

"Hmm, you do acT like one so no harm done." He laughed after seeing your annoyed scowl. "Now that your uh.. tantrum is over. You wanna relocate this chat somewhere else? Like.. not on the floor?" Joker shifted his knee and you both heard the pop it made after being in the same position for too long.

"Oh my gosh! Your leg! I'm so–"

Joker took that time to shut you up with a kiss. You tensed up for a millisecond but melted like wax soon after on his velvet lips. Unfortunately he broke the connection off prematurely and you failed to stop the whine that escaped your throat.

Joker chuckled once and pecked your lips, unable to deny you of anything. "If you apologize one more time, I'll give ya something to really be sorry for."

You barely had time to digest that warning before Joker abruptly stood up with you still in his arms. The sudden change of motion threw you off. He held you steady as you adapted to standing on your own two feet once again. You thanked him once the room stopped spinning.

Then you saw the state of your kitchen. Dishes were still lying around that weren't cleaned the first go around and it was slowly creeping towards midday. You had too much to handle before eight pm.

But one task at a time you told yourself. "I should finish cleaning and make us lunch before I start getting ready."

Joker's arms tightened around you after hearing your intentions. All that crying and you were still leaving? It didn't make any sense to him. You knew exactly what he was thinking and backed out of his arms with a sigh.

"I'm still going, Joker. You can go one night without me. I can cook you dinner before I go and I'll be back before breakfast. But I do need to go grocery shopping beforehand. I doubt there's anything in the fridge."

"There isn't." Joker confirmed.

You nodded and rocked on your heels in awkward silence. Your statement hung in the electrically charged room. Joker didn't help the situation by staring at you unblinking. Two pools of emerald bore into your soul and you crumbled like a cookie. Staring at Joker was like playing with fire. You had to look away to save yourself.

"Alrighty then. I guess I'll g-go get ready–" You made it around the island counter, headed towards your bedroom when Joker grabbed ahold of your arm.

"Uh where are you going?" He asked.

Did the man have separation anxiety or something? Regardless, your eyes traced from Joker's grip on your skin, up along his muscular arm to his eyes. Surely he wasn't hard of hearing.

"I just said I need to go grocery shopping. Geez Joker. It won't take me long and I promise I'll be back before you know it. I do have to change though." You glanced down at his firm grip, willing him to let go.

"You're not going anywhere without me."

Unfreaking believable. Who was acting like a spoiled brat now? Did all logic fly out the window this morning? You were literally speechless, gaping up at Joker until he explained himself.

"Both of us are going to the store." He sounded so sure of himself you wanted to believe it was possible. But this new level of insanity Joker cooked up was maddening.

How did he survive this long making these rash decisions?

You made a face and waved your hands wildly in a state of confusion. "Joker, you can't be serious. You're a wanted fugitive! There's an active manhunt for your recapture! Not to mention the explosion you created last night to rescue me has the entire GCPD force on go mode. The last thing you need to do is go outside."

Joker crossed his arms and stared you down. His facial expression was proof he didn't care about the authorities or their frivolous manhunt. His dramatic eye roll was a big, 'I don't give a f__k.'

You looked Joker dead in the eye and made an iconic hand gesture, "One does not simply walk into a supermarket with a reputation like yours."

Joker didn't get the pop culture reference. "Uh.. I'm not wearing any makeup." He pointed to his bare face. "So yeah, yeah I can."

He brought up a good argument. Joker did in fact look like a completely different person without his signature clown makeup. He could probably avoid detection if not for his scars. You were biased towards them but any other person would openly stare if they saw Joker's face. His hair alone would instantly raise alarm.

"That doesn't change the fact you're still.... well you." Joker arched an eyebrow at your choice of words so you quickly retracted your statement.

"I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT! I meant.. um green hair, drop dead gorgeous guy, oozing dangerous vibes, plus your uh.."

You gestured vaguely at your mouth. Joker just blinked.

This field trip must mean a lot to him if he truly forgot that his appearance was a major problem with attempting to blend in with society.

Self acceptance was always celebrated here, but not everyone has an elongated smile carved onto their face. You struggled saying that in a positive tone but you couldn't beat around the bush.

"Good Lawd this is pointless. Since you won't take no for an answer, you're putting a beanie on to cover your hair and I have a face mask around here somewhere to cover your scars. If I could, I'd put a brown paper bag over your head." You sighed wistfully.

His pointed glare dared you to try.

"Joker, this is still too risky." You trailed off and scratched the back of your neck, overthinking this idea since he wouldn't. Was his separation anxiety worth him potentially getting arrested?

You glanced up when Joker scoffed flippantly. Apparently so.

"Risky is my middle name, Y/n! I go under-cove-rrr more times than I'd care to admit with no issues. Gotham Citizens are annoyingly ignorant when it comes to being observant." The dark gleam in his eye had you believing him for a second.

Yet it wasn't enough. "I don't know.."

He hated hearing the hesitation in your voice. Joker was running out of excuses so he took you in his arms and held fast to your shoulders shaking them none too gently.

"Hey. Y/n. Look. Look at meee." You gazed up at Joker with doubt still clouding your e/c hued eyes. He took a moment to admire your beauty before he jumped back to the matter at hand.

"Nothing bad will happen. Can you- oh I don't know, trust me for once?" He cupped your face and stared straight into your soul.

Time slowed down whenever you stared at Joker. There was something about those electric green eyes of his that simply drew you in. His lips loomed closer and closer until they met yours with a rare gentleness that you never expected Joker to possess. Joker's kiss felt lighter than the pancakes he made for breakfast.

His tongue clashed with yours fighting for dominance- swirling like the butter and syrup on your plate- until you gave Joker full control. He licked the root of your mouth in victory and ever since you were a goner.

Joker pressed up against you- all hard edges and a festering heat. The combination made you weak in the knees yet Joker couldn't erase the narrative from your mind. This trip to the store was definitely risky and it went against your logic as an author.

Every character you read about or created never exposed themselves in such a way. They were smart to avoid detection at all costs until the coast was clear.

They weren't arrogant, thinking themselves untouchable and they never taunted the authorities. Joker was doing that and more. In Joker's case, his recapture was inevitable because Batman always tracked the clown down.. but not this time.

This time, Joker was under your protection and you dared the caped crusader to steal him away from you. You made a silent vow to keep Joker hidden the day you half-dragged, half-carried him into your apartment, unconscious and bleeding.

If Joker was going down, so were you. And so you elected yourself to be the brains of this duo.

You seriously wanted to boycott this dumb idea of his. There were so many what ifs floating around in your head. If you spent the same amount of time thinking about the cons you would have known they were moot points since Joker was already determined to go.

He said it himself Gotham citizens were ignorant to their surroundings.

Barbara and Florence were living proof of that. If they were more observant they would've blown the whistle on your 'hide a fugitive in my apartment' quest a long time ago. Barbara saw right through your little white lie about adopting a cat but didn't press the matter any further.

You proudly wore a necklace of love bites and bruises that Florence pointed out although she didn't grow concerned when you denied it wasn't Bruce's doing. Who else did it then Florence? You mentally rolled your eyes. It was kinda sad just how little your two best friends cared. You might need this girl's night more than you thought.

And to get there you had to appease Joker. Your thoughts were abuzz as he pulled away from your lips for air. He swiped at the string of spit connecting your mouths with his tongue and rested his forehead against yours.

You didn't need more persuasion after that doozy of a kiss. You trusted Joker to some degree and it was high time to give him more credit where it was due. All you had was his word and a pinch of hope that this trip wouldn't backfire.

You played with the strands of hair on the nape of Joker's neck to gain his attention. He already knew you would cave in but your following words just solidified his theory.

"I hope I don't regret this. Get dressed loser, we're going shopping."

And that's how you ended up grocery shopping with Joker.

The mere thought was insane but sure enough, you glanced to your right and the notorious criminal stood next to you reading the nutritional facts on a bag of chips in fake interest. You had to smack his hand when he tried to open the bag in the middle of the store.

He threw death glares at you for hitting him but eventually tossed the half opened bag into the cart.

"I totally regret this." You grumbled and pushed the cart away from Joker.

He said nothing but followed behind you, secretly keeping an eye out on the various shoppers and all available entry and exit points. Just because he told you he went undercover with ease didn't mean he was lax with surveillance. Joker was vigilant while maintaining a level of calmness. A shame you weren't in the same boat.

Your nerves were one thousand percent since the moment you two left the apartment and it was noticeable from how your heels tapped on the epoxy floors to your shifty eyes. Every sound made you jump. You still couldn't believe you agreed to this.

After explaining to Joker that you were quoting Mean Girls and not deliberately calling him a loser, (you knew better) you both went your separate ways to get dressed.

You spent half of your thirty minutes taming your hot mess of hair into a pineapple bun and tied it strategically with a scarf. It paired well with your designer halter top and black skinny jeans that made your backside look phenomenal. You chose to wear printed Louboutin heels to polish off the look and eyed yourself in the mirror celebrating a job well done. Until you saw the bruises on your neck.

Joker's 'handiwork' was on full display but nothing a little concealer couldn't fix.

Adorning bracelets and a pair of hoop earrings as finishing touches, you considered yourself ready to go. Joker didn't know what to say when he opened his bedroom door and saw you in the hallway applying another coat of clear lip gloss to those plump lips of yours.

Your smoldering gaze rooted him to the spot.

"I uh thought we were going to the uhh... store?" He managed to say.

You looked ready for a date not for running errands. Joker looked down at his scruffy jeans and grey long sleeve shirt feeling vastly underdressed.

You on the other hand were practically drooling at Joker's choice in clothes. All he needed was a jean jacket and he would be any woman's bad boy dream. Since when did ripped jeans look so hot? You fiddled with your hair scarf hoping you weren't visibly sweating.

"You weren't kidding when you said you went clothes shopping. I ah... you look.. wow." You stuttered in Joker's direction. Your heels clicked loudly on the hardwood floors as you sauntered over to him.

Just a change of clothes and Joker had completely transformed himself. He let a few strands of his hair peek out from underneath the dark beanie you gave him. The pop of green was the only color in his monochromatic attire. Maybe this disguise would actually work.

He had you fooled. Joker looked like a lead guitarist of a metal band and an incredibly hot one at that. He let you run your hands over his clothed chest, while holding back an amused grin. "Answer my question Bunny." He reminded you.

"What question?"

Joker shook his head. "If we go together it'll draw more attention, 'specially if you keep that on..." He cooed. He didn't have to crane his head to see that booty from the front. You could make anything look sexy but this fit of yours was killing him.

"Right.. yeah perhaps I can meet you there? It's the EverFresh on Yale St."

That would explain your dressy outfit. Only nannies of prominent families and the upper elite shopped at EverFresh. Their prices were inflated but the quality of food lived up to the company's name. Joker knew you would blend in with your outfit. Everything made sense.

Not much else was said when the two of you left your apartment and rode the elevator down to the main floor. You were sweating bullets thinking someone would identify Joker but alas, no one batted an eyelash. Other than a fleeting glance at him for wearing a face mask, Joker roamed freely amongst the public.

This was actually working. The realization was terrifying.

He could've been anywhere all these years. It made his reputation that much terrifying. Joker whispered in your ear to relax right before he disappeared into the foot traffic outside of your apartment complex. Then you were alone.

Despite his reassuring words you felt like everyone was watching you. One guy stared longer than you liked on the subway (it didn't dawn on you that you looked hot) and it raised your hackles until you heard someone subtly clear their throat a few distance away.

The subway car was packed but out of the corner of your eye, you could see the dark handsome figure of Joker holding onto the ceiling handle. His grip on it highlighted his bicep in the tight grey shirt he wore and the lady standing next to him was definitely enjoying the view. If only she knew those arms could snap her neck and the nearby populace in the blink of an eye.

Joker's green eyes glowed in the overhead lights before the subway went through a blacked out passageway. The staring contest pursued even in the dark. Keeping an eye on Joker helped calm your nerves and you let out a shaky exhale until a robotic feminine voice announced the station's arrival.

It wasn't far of a walk out the subway terminal into the blinding organic and healthy food market, EverFresh.

The place reeked of superiority. It made you want to gag but you mentally prepared yourself and rented a cart to begin your shopping. This wouldn't take long and you reminded yourself you were nothing like these people.

EverFresh was the only store you knew of where a pre-screening background check was mandatory before obtaining a membership and also where sweats were banned. You wished you wore your Saint Laurent YSL logo heels instead.

Sticking out like a sore thumb wasn't ideal right now. Yet none of that mattered when Joker entered the store five minutes after you.

Somehow he bypassed earning a stink eye from the greeter when he failed to rent a cart or handheld basket, however, Joker did gain the eye of every housewife, nanny, private chef, and female employee present.

There was an air about him that commanded attention while warning people not to stare for too long. It was apparent he didn't belong here but no one questioned Joker's authority. He naturally found you on the bread aisle and strode up to you with confidence.

Unfortunately you didn't see him toss a loaf of whole grain wheat into the cart but you heard his dramatic greeting, "I see you started without me, Princess."

A middle aged woman, (a politician's wife by the looks of it) sent jealous daggers into your back.

You thought bringing Joker along to the store would put him at risk with the cops but, oh no. His sexy, mysterious aura was gonna get you in trouble with the jealous shoppers. Joker was better off coming as the wanted man he was instead of this wickedly good disguise.

Joker chuckled at your dilemma and only made matters worse by following behind you like a dark shadow. From an outsider's perspective, he appeared to be your personal bodyguard but he was anything but. You grabbed a few more things before turning down the breakfast aisle when Joker decided to act a plum fool.

Your heels echoed on the spotless floor as you combed through the vast selection for the various items on your list. Since Joker was with you, he could help carry the majority of the load so you could buy in bulk. You were scratching an item off the list when you heard your name across the way.

"Oh Y/n can I please have it? I promise I've been a very good boy."

You slowly turned around to find Joker holding up a box of Cocoa Nuts and Frosted Flakes, shaking them aggressively. You were surprised that Colomy's brand of cereal was even in stock here but stared at Joker in disbelief. Whatever happened to keeping a low profile?

He swore your left eye twitched. You were just about to scold him when another shopper walked by getting an eyeful of Joker. She giggled out a hello, he paid her no mind.

"Please Bunny?"

Her scoff was louder than the gossip she'd start about you. Your membership would take a few points for sure.

Steam was coming out of your ears you were so embarrassed.

"You are acting like a child. Yes, you can get them! Anything to shut you up." You scanned the area making sure no one was getting too suspicious. If anyone were listening in, it sounded like a nanny discipling her charge. If only Joker was an adolescent and not a full grown man with a twisted sense of humor.

This was the first trip to the store that no one had asked if you needed help or huffed at you to move out of their way. Usually a store associate would have bothered you by now. The lack of customer service put you on edge.

Joker invading your personal space and practically purring in your ear didn't help relieve your paranoia either. "Thank you Mommy." He said while tossing both boxes into the cart.

You never felt more embarrassed in your entire life. You wished the floor could swallow you whole. And so everything came back full circle.

"I totally regret this." You grumbled and pushed the cart away from Joker.

Yet he never left your line of sight. He stayed glued to your side even while you struggled to reach things on the top shelves and made sexual innuendos as you chose between two pieces of meat.

"Hmmm. Why not get that one Y/n? We both know you like thick pieces of meat." His words made the tips of your ears tingle and it flushed beet red when a blonde standing next to you gasped in shock.

She looked Joker up and down, no doubt about to shoot her shot but you tossed both packets of meat into the cart and hissed at Joker to follow you.

He did, but not before winking at the blonde. No matter how many times you told him to behave he would say or do something attention grabbing and shoot your stress levels sky high. He was doing it on purpose now. You were about to reach the floral section when you rounded on Joker.

"Stay right here and watch the cart. Do not walk off, do not flirt with another shopper.. again.. and please don't eat anything I haven't paid for yet."

He rolled his eyes and gave you a lazy army salute, which was his way of saying, 'I will make no such promises.' He was already looking for something to get into by the time you turned around.

Your attention focused on the florist center which took up a decent size of the market. It alone contributed to the sweet, inviting smell that wafted throughout the store.

Arrange me Not owned leasing rights within the supermarket but their primary location was a blooming success in Otisburg. And with good reason. Their work was amazing with each bouquet arranged with a personal touch for the expected recipient. They made common flowers works of art and you were lucky enough to know the owner.

Morgana planned on expanding to a third location in New Gotham by the end of the year. She could put old Pamela Isley out of business if the botanist turned super criminal ever returned to an honest living.

Regardless, you knew your friend was here in person today based on the more elaborate, premade bouquets on display. You walked up to the counter and decided against ringing the bell placed there.

It was too noisy, the florist mentioned time and time again.

"Morgana you busy?"

You didn't have to wait long before curious brown eyes shot out from the back followed by a dazzling smile when she recognized her current customer. Morgana had her long silky hair done up in a high ponytail today with a wreath of wildflowers acting as a makeshift hair tie.

If her hands weren't caked in dirt she would have hugged you. "Never for you Y/n! What will it be today? Lilies? Garden roses? Ooh! Peonies are in right now and I have a full crate that I can ship over from Otisburg to—" You stopped her rambling with a gentle wave.

"I'd love any arrangement you make Morgana but that's not why I'm here."

"Oh." She scratched her face, leaving a streak of soil there. "Did something happen again? I haven't checked my phone today."

Out of all of your friends Morgana was the most level headed when it came to your life drama. She didn't panic like Florence or Barbara would and it was one of the reasons why Morgana was the only person you texted after you woke up underground in Joker's bunker.

You hated having favorites but you could tell Morgana anything simply because she wouldn't overreact or care about the information. She was truly a free spirited individual. Which meant you could be as blunt as you wanted— no harm done.

"No, nothing bad happened. Flo, Barb, and I are doing girl's night. Barbara texted you the full details but I wanted to make sure you knew before your shift ended. We're meeting back up at my place at a quarter till eight. Florence got this client of hers that's flying us out to Atlanta."

Halfway through your explanation Morgana wiped her hands and face clean with a cloth and rounded the counter to stand by your side. It was acting as a barrier from giving you a hug. She pulled away with a laugh after hearing the end of your sentence.

"Oh she been giving that man pussy!" You joined in with her peals of laughter.

"That's what I said because ain't no way he's offering to fly us all out free of charge! He owns a club so I guess he's paying for everything else tonight. We just gotta come as we are."

"I have yet to turn down a man's money. Consider me in. What's the dress code?" Morgana asked. Unfortunately, you were just as clueless.

"Uh I don't know." You checked the group chat but nothing was mentioned. "I mean it's Atlanta so probably hot girl summer. Florence mentioned she wanted to get drunk so. There's that."

Morgana sighed to herself. "That means someone gotta stay sober to watch her Haitian a_s. We are not getting kicked out of a club again. I nominate you this time." She rolled her eyes when you muttered, well duh, but continued. "But say less I'll be ready. Is Cindy down?"

You totally forgot to include the businesswoman! It was quite last minute and you hadn't talked to her since visiting her office with Bruce two weeks ago.

"I doubt it."

Morgana hummed, "Won't hurt to invite her just in case she can pull a miracle." Out the corner of her eye she saw a client come up with a pickup ticket. "Ooh gotta go girl, but I'll see you tonight!"

She waved you off and greeted her new customer before coming out the back with a massive centerpiece bursting with spring florals. The lady gushed over the piece and struggled holding it with her two arms, it was so huge. It was absolutely beautiful and after seeing it you turned to Morgana—

"I'll bring you a bouquet when I come over tonight." She knew you too well. You walked back to where you left Joker and the cart with a content smile.

You killed two birds with one stone; informing Morgana of tonight's plans while shopping for groceries, all without an incident. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as bad as you thought. That is if Joker let you go.

The man had separation anxiety and boarded a boat down the river of denial. You didn't want to anger him or ruin whatever that was growing between you and him. Everything would work itself out, you thought to yourself and rounded the corner, only to arrive at an vacant spot.

"Where..." So obviously you weren't tripping. You left Joker by the wine and spirits section near the checkout yet he and your cart full of food were gone.

You frantically looked around but other shoppers were milling around minding their business, blissfully unaware. There was literally a madman on the loose and they went about their day as normal. Joker was nowhere in sight so you did the same thing your mom did whenever she lost you in the store.

You went up and down each aisle searching.

You couldn't call out Joker's name— wanted criminal and all— bummer right? Each aisle came up empty. You didn't spot a black beanie anywhere. You didn't hear any screams of terror nor did you see a crowd of women lining up for his number. He simply vanished. Your stress levels were over 9000.

"Excuse me miss? Did you lose something?"

You whirled on the store associate who stopped you on your fourth trip around the store. She took in your dilated eyes and distress, hoping you'd explain.

"Miss?" She put a halt to your panic with a comforting smile. "What seems to be the problem?"

"My cart! I left it right here and... and.." You choked out.

"Miss Y/L is it? Your membership card was authorized for a purchase over twenty minutes ago. I assumed your bodyguard went on ahead with the groceries since he opted in on a home delivery service."

Screw the GCPD capturing Joker. You were going to kill him yourself.

Did he know how much delivery services cost?! Scratch that. What was he thinking leaving without you? The man couldn't follow simple instructions and did he have to take your purse with him? At least you had your phone and apartment key in your back pocket, however your anger for a green haired clown was at an all time high.

You had to save face in this uppity store so you faced the store associate with a tight lipped smile of your own.

"Is that so? Well, I guess he got impatient while I was off browsing in the flower section. Thank you for your help."

She returned your smile and moseyed off to assist another customer, leaving you stewing near the exit. Joker better have a good excuse after pulling a stunt like this. It was gonna be a long subway ride home as you plotted about all the many ways to get even with the Crowned Prince of Crime.

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