Caligirll/Bailey/she,her/ 24/Sometimes I write fanfic. Absolutely obsessed with anything Anime/ Star Wars/ Kylo Ren. MDI (minors don’t interact). NSFW. Link to ao3 https://www.archiveofourown.org/users/writersobession12/works
nsfw miguel o'hara (spider-man 2099) headcanons (f!reader)
MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!
warnings: biting, edging, knife play lowkey but not really, bondage, size kink, breeding kink, oral (m & f receiving), if i missed any lmk, NSFW UNDER THE CUT
word count: 599
•fangs. let's talk about them.
• you’re kind of obsessed with them
• you like to lick his fangs while you’re making out, dragging your tongue over the sharp teeth while he’s gripping your hair in his hand
• when he has his mouth on your tits he bites the flesh there ever-so-gently, holding eye contact with you the whole time
• that sends you right over the edge
• speaking of edging, in a perfect universe, miguel would be able to hold out and edge you for hours
• but your begging and whining is just too pretty and goes right to his dick, so he always gives in fairly quickly
• he can put up with a lot of shit, but with you moaning underneath him, he’d give you anything you asked for
• his talons.
• imagine knife play but it’s with his talons. yeah.
• those things can tear into metal but your miguel would never let you get hurt
• you mark each other up all the time. he scratches up your back just as much as you scratch up his
• being a spider-person comes with certain responsibilities around powers. that being said, he will use webs as an assist in your bondage play
• who needs rope or a tie when you have high-tech webs?
• if you EVER told another spider-person how he uses his webs in the bedroom, he would vehemently deny it. he has to set a good example, of course
• LOVES pinning you against surfaces: the wall, your bed, upside down on the ceiling, you name it
• you guys have had sex upside down on the bedroom ceiling before. there are perks to sticking to walls
• little bit of a size kink. like, dude is HUGE. he’s convinced (and you aren't complaining) that his shoulders were made so your legs could be thrown over them
• the first time you sleep together, he’s extremely gentle with you, letting you set the pace as you adjust to his size
• once you've been together for a while, though, assuming you’re okay with it and up for it that night, he’ll push right into you without giving you time to adjust and set a punishing pace the second he’s seated in you
• sometimes he’ll put his hand on your belly to feel his cock drilling into you through your stomach
• he could eat you out for hours
• holds your legs open with all of his strength and licks and laps at you until you’re screaming his name and gripping at his hair for leverage
• he has powers, yeah, but his real powers are the duo of his nose and tongue, one rubbing your clit and the other exploring your cunt
• he’d prefer to pleasure you, but won't say no to you returning the favor
• it takes everything in him not to fuck your face, you just look so pretty with him down your throat
• when you give him the okay, he loses any ounce of composure he had and is thrusting into your mouth until drool and tears mix on your chin
• when you open your mouth wide to show him you swallowed, he praises you, calling you a good girl in Spanish or English, depending how quick he recovers from his orgasm
• probably has a breeding kink too
• cums in you, collects what drips down your thighs on his fingers, then finger fucks it back into you
• he desperately wants you to have his baby
A/N: guys i will write 100 more of these if you want me to. i have miguel brainrot and i have it BAD.
Just finished the Kylo mini fic, gonna need more of that <3 💳💥💳💥
Also Also #8 off the prompt list, I need more kylo in my life 🖤
omg thank you!! i’m so glad you enjoyed it <33 i think we all need some more kylo in our lives truly!!
your bed was warm with kylo's naked body heat radiating onto you. you can feel his breath fanning onto your neck, with his hands wrapped tight around your torso. one of his hands traced your abdomen, repeating the same patterns over and over again. this was your favorite way to wake up.
"morning," you whisper, grimacing lightly feeling your stale breath reflect in your face.
"g'morning," you can feel kylo's smile lines pressed into your neck. "did you sleep alright?"
"mhm," you hum, "slept perfectly," you press yourself closer to his naked chest, absolutely content with the comfort he gives you laying in bed.
"had a realisation last night." your eyebrows furrow, worried that he'll break you from the peace of his embrace.
"realised," he slurs into your ear. "i was made," he presses a warm wet kiss to your cheek, "to love you. for the rest of my life preferably."
you feel yourself feel overwhelmed with love for this man. you turn your face toward him to engulf yourself into his honey brown eyes. "i think i'd quite like that."
his face falls into a sweet lopsides smile as he pulls into to kiss you, "good," he speaks into the kiss.
✧˖*°࿐ quarantine — an engagement ring makes you think about where levi & you stand. ( part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. her/she pronouns, modern timeline, covid 19 mention, mentions of cheating, profaity, angst, slow burn, reader implied to black, italics means its a flashback, last part inspired by when the party's over by billie eilish )
YOU COULDN’T STOP STARING AT THE RING. Each time you open the velvet box containing the supposed secret, it sparkled under the light in the living room. You wanted to imagine that this was just a lucid dream. That if you pinch yourself, you’ll wake up and walk into the kitchen to see Levi escaping away in his office to take a Zoom call. But even when you gave yourself a slight pinch on your arm, you didn’t wake up from this dream. It was reality. Your heart thumped against your chest each time you stared at the ring. Your brain was running with so many thoughts and questions. And your body was in complete shock as you sat in the living room.
Perhaps your friends knew, they had to know. Levi would have told them. He would ask for advice about it. You grabbed your phone and instantly added your group of friends on FaceTime. Hearing the familiar sound of everyone joining the call made your heart beat a little faster. Maybe you were nervous about the awkward pause that will happen when you bring up the wedding ring. You would have to sit here and think about how you and Levi’s relationship took the sharpest turn. You would have to realize that you most likely had to let him go because a ring wouldn’t fix what is already broken.
“Hey (Y/N), I heard about Levi possibly having Covid. I got a little care package for him shipped there,” Erwin said.
“Me too!” Hange added.
You were silent for a second before showing them the ring, “Did you guys know? I found this in the nightstand drawer in his room when I was searching for a pair of pajamas for him.”
“He was going to propose?? And I didn’t know.” Hange exclaimed as their eyes seemed to double in size as they saw the diamond ring.
“You’re not the best at keeping secrets Hange,” Erwin said.
“Oh, so you knew?” Hange and You questioned in unison.
Erwin rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Of course. Thought he would have done it sooner. As in a day or two after he showed me the ring,” He sighed. “I guess the company just demanded him immediately.”
“But that doesn’t excuse his behavior, Erwin,” Hange said. “He was about to cheat on (Y/N).”
“I’m not excusing his behavior, it’s just you know how he gets when it comes to working. He puts his all into it as if his life depended on it. You guys saw how he was that first month when he became CEO. He hardly hung out with any of us,” Erwin explained.
“Still don’t excuse his behavior. His communication skills freakin’ suck,” Hange said. “But what are you going to do about it (Y/N)? I think you two should talk.”
“I know, but he isn’t feeling too well right now. Think I’ll wait until he’s feeling slightly better. He was burning up before I found the ring,” You explained.
You saw someone else join the FaceTime call, Mike's face soon appeared on the screen. “You know you have Petra thinking you’re going to punch her in the face.” He said.
“Good.” You uttered under your breath. You tossed the velvet box containing the ring on the coffee table in front of you while you were laying on the charcoal-grey-colored couch.
“So, what’s the plan (Y/N),” Mike asked.
You could hear him shuffling around his kitchen. “What plan?” You asked.
“What happens after this? ‘Cause to me, you’re doing more than you need to do considering that you’re still with him in that apartment while he has Covid.” Mike mentioned. “You’ve always been the nicest one out of the bunch,” He adds.
That was true.
“I just think it’s best if I leave, but first I need to talk to him. Just to put closure to this.” You added.
“Just do what’s best for you and Levi does what’s best for him.” Erwin sighed. “I got to go though, someone’s at my door.”
“You’re having company during a nationwide quarantine?” Mike scrunched his face up in disgust causing you to snicker.
“It’s not that, I’m neighbors with this woman. She owns this bakery and with her business shut down at the moment, she’s been leaving care packages of her baked goods to people on this floor. But we have just been texting each other a lot lately, it’s nothing.” Erwin explained. His eyebrows knitted together in confusion at the collective look he was gaining.
“What?” He questioned.
“Getting involved with your neighbor is messy!” You pointed out.
“I would not recommend it,” Mike adds, sipping out his beer bottle.
“We’re just being friendly with each other, it’s nothing!” Erwin pointed out.
“Levi and I started off being friendly, you know where that got us?” You asked.
You could hear Erwin’s sigh at the comments he was receiving, “Goodbye, you three!” He exclaimed before hanging up. His face disappears on the screen leaving just you, Hange, and Mike.
“He’s definitely going to hook up with his neighbor.” Hange sighed.
“Of course, he is,” Mike adds.
“You think so, I don’t recall Erwin being a one-night casual sex type of guy,” You said.
“That’s the thing, he’s not. A woman gives him pussy and he’s whipped, just like that,” Mike snapped his fingers. “But I’m going to go ahead and hang up now.” He ended the call.
“Yeah, me too. I think one of the children is on the balcony again. Keep us updated on the talk,” Hange said referring to her cats before hanging up.
That left you alone with your thoughts and memories with Levi once again. You placed your phone down on the table and once again your eyes went back to the velvet box. You were sure that if the box had eyes, it would be staring right back at you. A sigh escaped by your lips before you closed your eyes, if you concentrated well enough you could muster up what you were going to tell Levi. You felt like you should keep it short and simple just like the way the first break up before you were quarantined with him.
“I think we should break up Levi.” You bluntly admitted as your finger pushed around the vegetables on your plate. You lost your appetite as soon as he opened his mouth to mention his company.
You were tired of dinners being centered around work. The nights laying in bed where you felt cold and alone even though your boyfriend was sleeping right next to you. You felt like it was driving you insane every second you glanced at Levi.
“What?” Levi questioned. He leaned forward in his seat, his hand reaching across the dining room table to caress your hand.
You quickly snatched it away, “I’m being serious Levi. I can’t do this anymore, I can’t do us anymore.” You said with assertion. “You’re never home. You forget date nights. You’re just not here.” You threw your hands up in frustration.
“Y/N, you know I have work. We’ve had this talk all the time.” Levi argued.
“No, we don’t. You send flowers and think all is forgiven. I wasn’t asking for you to step down from running a company, just please be present in our relationship. So what’s the point of us being together?” You asked.
Levi’s mouth opened to argue, but he soon closed them. His words are stuck in his throat before he’s using the red wine to swallow them whole.
“That’s what I thought.” You pushed yourself from the table before Levi’s grabbed your wrist preventing you to walk away.
When you opened your eyes, you heard some shuffling around in the kitchen. When you sat up, you saw Levi searching for the teabags. A blanket wrapped around his frame as he was attempting to be as quiet as possible. “They’re in the cabinet closer to the fridge,” You mentioned as you pushed yourself up off the couch also being sure to pick up the engagement ring box.
You could hear him mutter thanks through the medical mask he was wearing. “We need to talk,” You said. “If you want to wait until you get better, I understand. But, I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to continue to be here.”
“No, let’s do it now,” Levi said.
His voice croaked in his throat as he would walk towards the end of the dining room table. His body slumped down in the chair as he let his fingertips tap at the wooden table. You would walk over to the table and sit down at the other end. “I’m sorry, I know you’ve heard me say it countless times. But I meant it.” Levi apologized.
“I know, but that doesn’t change anything between us.” You expressed.
“I know (Y/N). I realized that you deserve better. If we continue to fix something that’s broken, it’s eventually going to cut both of us.” Levi responded.
Your lips formed a straight line before letting out a sigh. “So let’s not let that happen,” You said. You sat up straight in your seat, “Let’s go our separate ways.”
Silence overcame the both of you. If you listened closely, you probably could hear the clock in the living room tick with each passing second. You looked Levi in his eyes, swallowing the uncomfortable lump in your throat.
“This is me letting go.” You said.
You found yourself pushing the engagement ring towards Levi. When you let the engagement ring go, you felt yourself let go of the relationship you and Levi once had. You were letting go of the bittersweet memories that you tried desperately to not let slip through your grasp. You pushed yourself up from the table walking towards the room you were staying in to collect your belongings. You dragged your suitcase towards the exit and before you were about to walk out of Levi’s house for good, you turned around to look at him. Just for you to meet his gaze. You could tell he was about to cry, that’s how well you knew the man.
warning(s): swearing, angst, suggestive, mentions of pregnancy and loss
plot: being with an emotionally constipated villain is not for the weak. in tandem with the song of the same name by sonder ft. jorja smith.
first time writing for dabi but i was listening to this song and knew i had write something for him. hope you guys enjoy. xx
you knew you should’ve listened to your friends when they warned you about him. you had just gotten done with an ex that took up three years of your life and less than ten months later, you were with dabi. you were so infatuated with the secretive man who would come in the dark of night to blow your back out and fill your heart with sweet nothings, then leave without a trace of ever being there except for the seed leaking out of your cunny throughout the night.
and you wouldn’t of minded the comings and goings, had you not of caught feelings the eighth month of knowing him. part of you knew that he knew of your unrequited feelings, but he never spoke on it. so, you kept it to yourself and held onto the moments of his time he would give you only when you were defenseless underneath him, naked for his eyes only. this method of communication had ran its course on the thirteenth month of knowing him, when you got pregnant.
“what’s a’matter doll? you look extra pitiful tonight.” dabi had commented after climbing through your window that night.
you had always told him he could use the front door but he insisted on being hard headed and banging up your windowsill to come inside. any other night, you would have fussed at him for not listening and teasing your appearance before fucking him through the night, but not this time.
a single tear had rolled down your face at the mere thought of telling him what you knew. it made you sick to your stomach because you knew that he’d leave you. and how pathetic would you be if he left.
“i’m late.” you spoke barely above a whisper, afraid you’d breakdown in tears if you spoke any louder.
it was silent and you thought dabi hasn’t heard you, but he did. his ears were ringing like a bomb had exploded right next to him as he processed what you said. his breath grew shallow and his palms began to sweat; there was no way he was going to be a dad. there had to have been a mistake. you had to have been fucking somebody else.
“it’s not mine.” he finally said in a chilling tone.
the accusation had caused you to flinch in shock that he had even suggested that. you were beyond hurt, you were in agony at this point that the man you had fallen in love with, the father of your baby, accused you of ‘cheating.’ you wanted to laugh at the idea of you cheating. there would be no cheating, dabi was never yours and you were never his. so why did it feel like he was accusing you of that?
“are you serious right now? that’s the first thing that comes from your mouth to me?”
tears glossed over your eyes and dabi felt an immeasurable amount of guilt consume him. he called himself a man but was acting like a coward in front of you; the only woman to ever bother loving him besides his mother. in truth, dabi was in love with you as well. having fallen for you so suddenly that it made his heartache just being without you for a period of time. but alas, he would never tell you this. his lifestyle wasn’t suitable for someone like you.
he wasn’t suitable for someone like you.
“shit y/n, what else do you want me to say? that i’ll be there for you and the baby? i don’t know where the fuck you’ve been and who you’ve been with. i don’t want no damn kid either, so this isn’t my problem.”
the dabi in front of you was the dabi that your friends had warn you about. the one that resembled the ex you had left two years ago. and the one that would shatter your heart forever. you couldn’t speak, so overcome with emotions that you didn’t say anything when he left out the window and escaping into the night.
it wasn’t until ten minutes after he left, that a traumatic sob ravaged through your body and out your throat that had your knees buckling and you falling to the ground. that night, you cried ‘til you physically couldn’t no more, having thrown up several times from working yourself up. that was the last time you had saw him.
now, three weeks later, you’re on your way home from a late night run to the corner store when you bump into somebody. items fall from your hands and you’re quick to apologize until you see who it is.
“y/n?” his voice had you paralyzed on the spot.
you wanted to leave but you couldn’t. it was so surreal seeing him again, even if it only had been three weeks since you last spoke, but it was three weeks too long it seemed.
“i—sorry for bumping into you, i have to go.” you finally managed to rush out, bending over to gather the fallen items.
dabi had bent over to help as well and almost paused when he came across a drink. it was a small bottle of alcohol, but alcohol nonetheless and last he checked, pregnant women aren’t supposed to drink alcohol.
“the baby?” he asked, so concerned you almost thought he cared but just as quickly as that thought came, it went.
you snatched the bottle from his hand and placed it in the bag then tied it up. “none of your business.”
dabi stared at you with a look of concern and pity. it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out something had happened. whether you miscarried or terminated, he was sure it was hard for you. “y/n i’m sorry.”
those fucking apologies. and those dumb ass eyes of his that always managed to look dull and lifeless, but would show the most emotion when looking at you, had you fighting back tears. “save your goddamn apologies. cause i sure as hell don’t need them.” you spat, collecting the rest of your stuff and brushing past the stunned villain.
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So I had this thought a while ago where I was just thinking of Touya and how if he fell in love he would literally love so HARD. Keep in mind I write with a black reader in my mind. If you have a problem with that I ask you to keep it yourself and keep it moving. I thought I would have more to say but....
Introducing my first work on this blog...
Touya Todoroki x afab reader (still gn, reader just has a uterus)
Word Count: 613 (I'll write more in the future this is just a lil sum sum I got encouraged to write)
"Shit- that hurt" you say after stubbing your toe into a chair that was awkwardly out of place.
"Y/n you okay?" Touya says sprinting towards you making sure you're okay and all in one piece.
"Yeah I just hit my toe hard as hell on this chair...." but before you can continue speaking your words get cut off "Touya why the hell did you do that?"
"You said you hit your toe on this chair so I helped fix your problem" he says standing over the pile of ash while shrugging.
"That didn't mean destroy it dumbass" you say reaching for the broom but before you can Touya grabs it.
"Nope you are not lifting a single finger. I said this when you told me you were pregnant"
"Yeah but I can still move around. My bump isn't even too big yet"
"Yet. You need to save up all the energy you have. Cause pretty soon" he crouches down and speaks to your stomach "our little munchkin is going to eat all that up and then we're going to wreak absolute havoc, aren't we little buddy?"
"Do not give our child bad ideas. You're enough of a headache already"
"Can you say that again for me?" He says still crouching down hugging you with his face against your stomach.
"Say what?"
"What you just said love"
" 'Do not give our child bad ideas. You're enough of a headache already' That?" you feel his body warm up against yours and see him grinning against your tummy with his eyes closed.
"I love when you say that, 'our child'. It sounds so nice. God I love you" he says saying the last part quietly.
You feel your stomach begin to bubble and heart throb in your chest. "Babe...you're going to make me cry" you say pouting.
He sits up quickly "why? I didn't hurt you did I?" the warm sensation of his body wrapped around you quickly leave you but just as quick you grab the sides of his face and pull him into a kiss. A tear slowly finds its way out of your eyes and down your cheek coming in between your lips. He wraps his arms back around your body pulling you in deeper. He pulls his lips away to wipe your tear off your face.
"I love you so much. I hope you know that" you say stroking his face with your thumb with a small smile on your lips. He leans back in and places a chaste kiss on your lips.
"I love you too."
You could stay this way forever bodies wrapped into each others while staring at each other with so much love in between you two. You feel warm. You feel loved. You feel...happy and you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world
Reluctantly pulling away, you turn away hiding your face from Touya wiping tears out of your eyes. "What's for dinner babe?" Despite your tears there's a smile on your lips.
He turns you around wiping your tears from your face. "How about we go out tonight to our favorite food truck and then that ice cream spot by the beach?"
"Sounds like a plan. Let me put on my shoes so we can go" you smile up at him with a derpy and doughy looking smile- one that makes Touya melt into a puddle- and give him a quick kiss on the lips.
As you walk away into your shared bedroom all Touya can see, smell, and hear is you. You're his ball of light; his love, and he would do anything to keep you with him even if it meant setting the world ablaze or jumping into a pit of fire, he would do it.
❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ close to you ⠀ 〳 ⠀ n.brown ‵
❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) nicolas brown becomes close with a teacher in ergastulum's 8th district.
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BEING A TEACHER IN A CITY THAT LURKED WITH TWILIGHTS AND CRIME WASN’T THE EASIEST. To you, it felt like it was the people with the most money that controlled Ergastulum. It sucked that much funding didn’t go towards the school, but you worked with what you had with the money you made. Buying little treats for your students from Gramps snacks to pencils and notebooks for students that didn’t have any. As you sat at the desk, you could hear the sound of your student Isabelle coloring in the coloring book you provided for her as you waited for her parents to pick them up. You could tell the little girl was growing impatient with each strike of the clock due to how harshly she gripped the yellow crayon in her hand. While your classroom lights flickered, you kissed your teeth when you realized that the handymen you requested to change the bub didn’t come today.
Isabelle glances up at you and your face softens. The little girl was seven and you knew that she was slowly getting a grasp on the things around her. Especially given that she was one of the only deaf students in your class. Her parents had a thing where they swarmed themselves with so much work that they forget to pick up their own child. You were frustrated and angry at the fact that they would rather keep themselves busy with their work than bother to pick up their child or show up to her little school events. You hated thinking that maybe they thought her loss of hearing was a burden. That made your stomach form the most hideous knots at the thought of it and the doe-eyed look she was giving you at the moment was ten seconds away from having your lip quiver.
You were used to it by now. She didn’t live that far away from the school, her house wasn’t even that far from your house. However, you didn’t trust the wicked streets of Ergastulum to let the little girl walk home alone. So, you found yourself walking her home no matter what.
“My parents forgot didn’t that?” Isabelle signed to you.
You could see that her bold brown eyes were beginning to water, “I’m sorry. They probably got caught up with work again,” You signed back. “Just let me finish up this lesson plan and we can head out, okay?” You soon signed back and you watched as the little girl lifted her hands to attempt to sign something back, but her movements were put to a halt when you heard a knock on your opened classroom door.
That’s when you saw him. Nicolas Brown. He wasn’t a stranger around the school—he and his friend Worick always found themselves fixing little things around the building like that one door that never actually closes or the one toilet that doesn’t flush. However, you never actually talked to either one of them. You’ve heard faint whispers about how attractive they were from other teachers, but you minded your business and ignored the mere gossip in the teacher’s lounge. You took notice that it was only him which you understood considering that you just needed a light bulb changed in the room. That task surely wouldn’t need two men to do. You didn’t say much just like him, but it was Isabelle who took note of the way he moved. It was as if she could pick up on his body language.
The little girl watched as he stood on one of the chairs to change the light bulb. Soon pushing herself from her seat and she waltzes over to him in a state of curiosity. Her head tilted to the side watching as he was changing the light bulb that your students kept complaining about. When he was done, Isabelle took the opportunity to tug at the man’s black-colored slacks he was wearing. When you glanced up after finishing the last lesson plan, you nearly leaped out of your seat seeing how close Isabelle was to him. You weren’t particularly afraid of him being around children, after all, he’s been in the school many times, it was the fact that she was in his personal space. You quickly stood up grabbing a hold of Isabelle’s hand and dragging her back to her. “You can’t be so close to people you don’t know.” You signed to her. “Please apologize.” You add.
Isabelle blinked at you a couple of times before she turned to a confused Nicolas to sign her apologies to him. Your lips parted to explain to him that she was signing that she was sorry, but to both you and Isabelle’s shock, you watched as Nicolas signed perfectly back. With Isabelle, the news that her parents forgot to pick her up causes a grey cloud to lurk over her small body, but watching Nicolas sign back to her—her face lit up so bright that you felt strings tugging on your heart. It was the same look she gave you when you successfully signed something for her. A rich feeling of being comfortable around some people.
“Okay, Isabelle. Now that Mr. Nicolas fixed our lights for us, we should get out of here. I’ll walk you home.” You signed while also speaking out loud so she could read your lips.
She gave you a nod before going to collect her belongings, while you did the same. You didn’t even notice that Nicolas was still standing in the middle of your classroom. Still astonished at the little kid signing back at him so perfectly and then struck by the sudden beauty of seeing you and the way you were gentle with the young girl. It was an experience he had never been able to experience growing up, especially with being a Twilight.
“Thank you, Mr. Nicolas. But we should really get out of here, I would hate to have to walk home in the dark,” You signed.
You watched as the once stern look that was pasted on Nicolas’s face disappeared. His posture relaxed in front of you before he’s signing, “I will walk you two to your destinations.”
Your chapstick-covered lips parted to argue, hands already going up to protest against his kind gestures. However, the tug at your charcoal grey pencil skirt by Isabelle caused you to abruptly stop. She was perfectly fine with this gentleman walking the two of you to your destination and the way she proudly led you and Nicolas out of the building showed that. The sky illuminated a faded orange color as the sun was just setting, reaching its season where it became darker earlier than usual. As you clutched at your bag, your eyes never left the child that was skipping with joy in front of you and Nicolas. The both of you basking in the silence as your feet followed Isabelle towards her home. She’s done this walk so many times that you were sure she could remember her way home blindfolded. You just didn’t trust to let her walk herself home considering her hearing being gone.
You and Nicolas’s arms lightly brushed against each other as you were walking alongside the sidewalk. You could see small shop owners prepping to close their stores for the evening. Once you could smelt the sweet scent of cherry pie that always came from Isabelle’s neighbor's house, you knew that the three of you were near. You watched as Isabelle leaned forward to let her small fist knock on the door. You took a couple of steps placing your hand on her shoulders protectively. You had to have this talk with her parents and when the door was opened, the strong smell of alcohol overpowered the cherry pie scent when you saw her father.
Your face scrunched up in disgust while it seemed the grasp on Isabelle’s shoulder tighten. You didn’t want her to go in there when her father was in this state. You watched as he stepped aside to let his daughter inside the house which caused you to finally let her go. You knelt down to her sight giving her a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going to come so we can walk to class together.” You signed to her.
Isabelle gave you a smile and nodded with quickness. Her eyes soon averting to Nicolas—whom you assumed walked away already now that you’ve reached Isabelle’s house. She signed a quick thank you before rushing into her home disappearing further and further inside the home. You stood up smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in your pencil skirt, “Mr. Newman, I know you and your wife are extremely busy with work, but it’s important to have someone pick Isab—”
SLAM.
You jumped at the harsh door slam in your face, subtly flinching at the aggressive action done by Isabelle’s father. Your breathing hitched in your throat and your fist clenched tightly before your hand went back to knock once again. This time your knock was as harsh as the slamming of the door. When you heard the door unlocking, you could feel Nicolas's presence next to you. When Mr. Newman appeared at the door, in a span of two seconds Nicolas collected him by the collar of his shirt. The grasp he had on the drunken man was so tight that if you looked closely, you could see Nicolas’s knuckles turn white. He tugs him closer so that his mouth was near the guy’s ear. You stood there and witnessed Mr. Novak’s face turn to the most horrified expression. You even could see that his eyes begin to water at whatever Nicolas’s voice croaked in his ears. Then Nicolas released the hold he had on him, letting the man scatter to the ground and cough up apologies towards you.
“It’s okay, just please make sure to pick up Isabelle on time tomorrow and sober. I don’t want to get the cops involved,” You firmly stated before you’re twirling around and walking away from the house.
Your heart was pouncing against your chest as you realized what just happened. He defended your honor as if he was your knight in shining armor and you didn’t know what to say or react. As the two of you were walking, him promptly following you to your next destination, you stepped in front of him. The puzzled look he gave you caused your heartbeat to slow down. You now were taking in his features. Now understand why the teachers whispered about him in such a nefarious manner. He was attractive, extremely attractive.
“Thank you, I’ve always had trouble with her father.” You signed. “I can walk home by myself now.”
Even when you walked away, he still followed you like a guardian angel and you didn’t bother to protest against it. Once you stopped in front of your home, you would glance around your surroundings. You didn’t need any nosey neighbors peeking through their curtains to see the local elementary teacher letting a man into her home. You couldn’t afford to be the gossip in your small neighborhood, especially when the elderly have been urging you to settle down before your pretty looks fade away. With your keys in your hand, you would fall back on your dorr before signing to Nicolas, “To show my gratitude for you, please join me for dinner. It’s okay if you’re busy though. We can always do it another time.”
You studied his facial features, once again taking in how gorgeous he was. So caught up in your own thoughts before realizing that he had accepted your offer. His fingers snap in front of your face to break the trace that causes your cheek to heat up like a burning flame. You uttered an apology as if he could hear it before turning around to unlock the door. When you pushed the door open, you would step inside first. You turned the lamp that was in the living room on after quickly kicking off your shoes to slide into the house slippers you kept near the door.
Your house was like a sacred tomb to you. It was filled with so many memories, both good and bad and you had a thing where you just couldn’t let them go. The house was given to you when your grandparents passed away, some of the furniture once belonged to them. “I can take your jacket for you,” You signed before watching him tug off the jacket to give to you.
As he was taking off the jacket, his black colored shirt lifted slightly revealing bandages that were wrapped around his torso. You didn’t pester him about it because after all, he was just a guardian angel that looked out for you and your student. You were sure you wouldn’t see him after your kind gesture in return. After hanging up his jacket, you would motion around the living room filled with the comfortable sofa. “I’m going to start dinner in the kitchen, make sure yourself at home. Do you want anything to drink? I have water, beer, wine, anything.”
“Beer would be fine.” Nicolas signed to you.
You gave him a smile and twirled away to the kitchen to give him a beer. You walked into the kitchen turned the light on and went to grab the beer to give to Nicolas. Once you returned, Nicolas was comfortably sitting down on your sofa. You just were happy that he felt comfortable even though you two were technically strangers.
Y/N, your grandmother would faint if she saw you had a complete stranger in this house.
You placed the beer on the coffee table in front of Nicolas and eventually returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner. When you cooked, you always cooked as if you were cooking for a big family. Even though it was only you that walked around this home, you still had this tendency to cook as you were cooking for a big family. Usually packing the layovers for students who didn’t have lunch or a homeless person you walked by on your way to school. You wore your kind heart on your sleeve proudly and you were confident about that. So in tune with cooking as you hummed the lyrics to a song that was stuck in your head, you nearly jumped out of your slippers when you saw Nicolas leaning against the counter in the kitchen with a book in his hand.
After putting something in the oven, you wiped your hands onto the towel as he held the book up, “Oh, I used that book to help me learn sign language for Isabelle.” You signed with a smile as stepped forward.
Nicolas was flipping through the book. It was the same one from when he was younger. He still clung to that copy also but seeing a copy that looked brand new caused his heart to feel heavy. His fingers flipped through a couple of pages to see if anything new was added to the book compared to when he was younger, but it was still the same. He went to return the book back to its rightful spot, especially since while you were in the kitchen he was snooping around your bookshelf that was in the corner of your living room.
You could hear Nicolas’s footsteps while you were moving around your kitchen grabbing plates and forks to set the table. You stopped in your tracks to look at him as he was about to sign something to you, but he stopped. Perhaps, you were overthinking it. You wanted to think that he wanted to ask more questions about you learning sign language. However, your brain was telling you a man like him could care less about such a moment like that.
An hour and thirty minutes passed until you two finally sat at the table to eat. You sipped at your wine letting your eyes watch Nicolas before going back to eating dinner yourself. Your eyes glanced down to toy with the vegetables on your plate before hearing a tap on the table.
“You learned to sign for just one student?” Nicolas signed.
You could tell that this question was the one that he wanted to ask early. His eyebrows were knitted together in curiosity before he’s leaning his body forward while sitting across from you at the circular dining room table. If he moved any closer–his knees would be brushing against yours under the table.
“Yeah, it was either that or she would have to go to a school that was too far away from her home.” You signed back. “She’s quite clever for her age, so she’s been helpful as I continue to learn.” You add before letting your hands fall to your side.
“I can teach you also,” Nicolas signed.
“You’ve done enough Mr. Nicolas.” You signed back. “I don’t want to be much of a burden in your busy schedule.” You sign.
“I’ll make time.” Nicolas signed back before his lips formed a sly smile at you that caused your heart to thump against your chest in complete love struck.
“It seems like that copy of the book you had was important to you. You can keep that copy, I have another one at the school.” You signed to him with a smile before you went back to enjoying his company and the dinner you cooked.
When Nicolas left your house with the book, his appearance in your life became frequent. Isabelle’s parents seem to get the memo to pick her up from school on time and her father even kept apologizing despite his harsh actions being pushed to the back of your mind already. Instead of walking Isabelle home as you would walk home, Nicolas would be the one constantly walking you home. Some days you were forced to ignore the dried-up blood that was on his shirt or staining the silver Twilight tag around his neck just to adore the moments between you two. ‘Cause, you cherished the walks to your house and dinners at your house before he’s rushing off with Worick. On other days you were stuck reminiscing each time his lips brushed against yours as he’s rushing out of your house with his katana. Gosh, you were lovesick.
Those days turned to weeks and those weeks turned into a month of you seeing each other and one evening you could tell that something was up. It wasn’t a feeling that left worry in your mind, but you could tell something was on Nicolas’s mind. He was like one of your favorite books that you didn’t get tired of reading. You knew when something upset him, you knew when something bothered him. You just knew him.
While finishing up the aftermath of dinner, you were getting ready for bed alone. You expected tonight to be special, but Nicolas had to run out to fix something real quick. Frantically signing something along the terms of Worick needing something. It frustrated you that he would dash out here like that for Worick, but he explained the relationship between the two of them and you knew that you couldn’t get in between that. Especially considering the circumstances the two have been through since they were little. You treated the rest of the night as if it was a night before you met Nicolas. You did a little planning for your class tomorrow and you read a couple of chapters of your book before eventually letting slumber take over your body.
Forty-five minutes passed of you being asleep until you could feel the flicker of your light being switched on. You sat up and instantly rub the sleep out of your eyes before noticing Nicolas’s figure in the doorframe of your room door. You forgot you gave him a spare key to your place. He took a couple of steps forward in your room until he was at the end of your bed. You finally rubbed the rest of the sleep out of your eyes as you notice him holding the bouquet of red roses, some of them being messed up as if he was running with them.
“Nic, it’s so late. I thought you said you had to do something with Worrick.” You signed in between a low yawn but you did push the pastel-colored duvet off your body before crawling towards his frame that stood at the end of your bed. You sat on your knees in front of his huge stature collecting the roses out of his hand.
You tiredly chuckle before bringing the roses up your nose to spell them. The scent of the flowers lingering up your nose before you’re looking up at him, “You left to get these so late at night.” You signed to him with a smile as you watch him nod.
“The very last floral shop was about to close, paid extra money for them.” Nicolas signed with a sly smile. “Sorry that they’re messed up, I wanted to get back here quickly as possible.” He soon adds.
You felt your cheeks heat up while glancing at the flowers on your lap. “Why?” You sign to him and your curious eyes meet with his dark ones. Those dark eyes that once were so hard to read to you were now filled with possible love.
“It’s been a month since we first met.” Nicolas signed.
If you were in a cartoon, you would most likely die and viewers would see your transparent figure float towards the sky. You didn’t even think about what today was, but here Nicolas was leaving in the middle of the night to get you flowers for today. You excused yourself quickly to tend to the roses, being sure to place them in the living room right so they can be the first thing you see when you enter your home. When you returned to your room, Nicolas's eyes followed you with every step you took—you took the place back on the bed. Sitting on your knees and now your eyes were filled with just Nicolas. Your mind was thinking about Nicolas. Your body needed Nicolas. Your hand reached for his belt to undo it as your eyes met his in such an innocent manner but soon you felt Nicolas stop you.
“You shouldn’t feel obligated to do this just because I gave you some flowers.” He signed to you.
Regardless of his words, you could see the tent that was built in his pants. You chewed at your lower lip before signing back, “It’s what I want and what you deserve, now let me take care of you Nic.”
You watched as Nicolas’s lips parted to argue before his hands fell to his side and let you continue to push down his pants. When you finally disregarded him of the black pants he wore, your mouth watered at the bulge in his grey-colored briefs. This would be the first time you’ve seen Nicolas's cock. Late and lonely nights when you were left eager for his body, you were stuck with your own imagination of what his member would look like. Or what it would feel like inside you or in your mouth. The mere thought of it caused you to feel dizzy and your panties to be soaked.
Your finger traced alongside the band of his briefs before you tugged them down also. Teeth nibbling against your lower lip at the sight. It was like your imaginative mind was true all along. You visualized that it was thick. It was quite pretty. His perfect-shaped mushroom tip leaked with precum and his tanned colored shaft was decorated with a visible vein that obviously was noticeable due to how hard he was. You noticed that it had to be a while seeing his trimmed down there, but you didn’t care. Your mind raced with thoughts about just being sure to make Nicolas feel better. You inched closer to the edge of the bed while Nicolas was standing in front of you, his cock waiting patiently for you. Eventually, you’re enclosing the tip of his member in your mouth with ease. The salty taste of precum stains your tongue before you let your tongue wrap around it, gaining a moan from Nicolas. You flattened your tongue to attempt to fit more of Nicolas into your mouth. Your saliva already pooling outside your mouth as you felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You pulled apart after gagging just a bit, the string of saliva connecting from Nicolas’s tip. You inched a little closer to palm at Nicolas’s shaft and eventually placed him back into your mouth. Your hand palmed at the portions of Nicolas’s cock that wouldn’t fit into your mouth while you let your wet tongue swirl around his tip.
With each second, you spent with Nicolas’s cock in your mouth, you could hear his low whines. You felt his hand on the back of your head while he guided your movement as your head bobbed up and down mimicking the way a person would dribble a basketball. You could even feel Nicolas’s hips driving forward a little just to feel your mouth around him some more. Perhaps, he was attempting to cherish this one moment as if you were going to be taken away from him the following day. You moaned with the taste of Nicolas on your tongue and your hand reached in between your thighs to rub yourself through your panties. You were so eager for more of Nicolas that you were growing impatient. Soon, you removed yourself from his member with a pop. You let your tongue glide across your lower lip as you were finally able to give your throat a rest. At this point, you could feel your panties stick to your folds due to the wetness. You craved Nicolas immediately. “How’d you want to do this?” You signed, initiating what position he wants to do it in.
After all, this whole session was to assure the feelings between each other, but you also wanted to make Nicolas feel like the best man in the world. You watched his cheeks stain a crimson color as he fiddled with his thumbs and soon was signing to you with a quickness.
And that’s how you found yourself comfortably on top of him completely naked and ready to please him. Your pussy glides across the shaft of his dick as he grabs ahold of your face to kiss you. His tongue shoves its way into your mouth causing you to moan into the passionate kiss. Your hips grind against his hardened member eagerly before you’re forcing your way out of the kiss. A string of saliva connected the two of you as you lifted up. Nicolas’s fingertips traced alongside your collarbone to down to one of your breasts. Your nipples hardened at the sudden touch before you’re reaching behind you to grab his cock. You lifted your hips a little and lined him up with your entrance. Your juices coated the tip of his cock and you watched as Nicolas’s face scrunched up in pure pleasure. You inched yourself slowly upon his cock and bit by bit you felt him stretch you out. You could feel comforting grasps upon your body as your eyes flutter open to be met with Nicolas’s.
You rolled your hips in a manner to confirm that you were okay. The once intense feeling of you getting used to Nicolas’s cock inside of you was overpowered by the feeling of pleasure. Your head fell back with each rock of your hips, your mouth stuttered out profanity words and Nicolas’s name. Your hand prompted on his chest to hold yourself up while riding him and with the help of Nicolas's huge hands he was sure to guide the movement also.
You’ve had lovers in the past, just like you had sex with others also. But for some reason, tonight was much better than those past lovers and flings. Was it because you knew the feelings were mutual? Or perhaps it just was the heat of the moment after Nicolas' kind gesture.
“Fuck—“ You stuttered out before using your knees to bounce on Nicolas's member. You slick coating his cock with each movement on him. When you made such a lewd movement, you felt Nicolas' fingers dig into the flesh of your skin before he gave up trying to control what you were doing.
You watched with tear-filled eyes as he was eagerly watching you take his cock like a big girl. His hands found a place behind his head as if he was relaxing and watching an entertaining movie. With each dip of your hips, Nicolas’s head seems to sink further into the pillow in pleasure. His teeth clamped down on his lower lip before his eyes stared in between the space of the two of your bodies. The pornographic sight of watching his cock disappear bit by bit inside your dripping wet pussy.
Nicolas's body felt like he was undergoing a fever. His breath hitched in his throat when he felt you bottom down once again and let out a broken moan. Nicolas went years without his hearing and had no problem with it, especially considering who he lived with and has been around his whole life. But tonight he ached to hear the way your moans sound or the way you were whimpering out his name. With not being able to hear, he has learned to read your body language quite well. Just by the way your face looked fucked out at the moment, he could tell you were enjoying this just as much as he was.
He watched as you continued to ride him, your breasts moving with each glide of your hips or each bounce you’ve done on his cock. Nicolas could read your lips as you were gasping out that you were close to orgasming. His large tugged you forward so that your bodies were close to each other. Your bare breasts were now upon Nicolas's chest as his hips bucked upward. With each rock of his hips upward, you could feel the pit that sat in your lower abdomen get tighter and heavier. Sweat droplets decorated your forehead as you could only moan out begging for more like a desperate housewife. The fact that Nicolas's strong arms were wrapped around your frame completely trapping you from running from his lustful thrusting like a madman only was helping you get pushed further to the edge. You could feel the tight grip on your limbs and soon felt Nicolas thrusting become sloppy. The warm feeling of his cum squirting inside you once he felt your walls pulse around his cock caused you to instantly kiss him on the lips.
Your mind and body were distracted from the passionate kiss you and Nicolas shared to tug each other off the shared cloud of the two of you cumming. You could feel his fingertips tracing something upon your back. Your mind finally was able to mentally focus on what he was tracing until you finally realized.
Characters: Kylo Ren x Tiffany (OC, Blk/F)
Setting: Modern/Current Universe - comparable to an urban area in present-day U.S.A.
Content: Angst; argument | Tiffany’s apartment
Content/Trigger Warnings: Possessive partner, may read as domineering/infidelity/pregnancy/abortion/drunkenness
Inspiration: A fellow Driver fan shared an image of AD with me (and others), and I got inspired. It was a photo-shopped image of him in a tub with tattoos and smoking a cigarette. A phone and a gun were resting on the side of the tub, so here we are lol.
We couldn’t find the source of the photo so I’ve opted not to share it in this post. Just ~imagine~ if you’ve never seen it (think The Interview magazine shoot).
Word Count: 1,517
Tiffany was making dinner for two when she heard her lock turn. Well. Three, actually. Dressed in a T-shirt, brown leather jacket and jeans, he strolled into the apartment and placed his keys on the counter that separated her kitchen from the living room.
“Hey, Babe,” he said, pulling off his jacket and revealing his tattoo-covered arms.
“Hey,” Tiffany responded without an ounce of enthusiasm.
Kylo grunted, tossed the jacket on the arm of the sofa and tossed himself in the center of it. “The fuck was that?”
Tiffany mashed bread crumb-covered crab meat into a patty shape, and Kylo turned on the television. He looked over at Tiffany and noticed her crinkled face.
“Fuck’s wrong with you?” he asked.
Tiffany molded another patty. “I’m pregnant.”
Kylo’s jaw dropped. “Did you say you’re pregnant?”
“Yes.”
He flew from the couch and rushed to the kitchen, but stopped when he noticed that Tiffany’s face didn’t change.
“Why are you looking sad? That’s good news!”
Tiffany glanced up at him. “Is it?” She refocused on her crab cakes.
“Is it? The fuck’s wrong with you? You don’t want my fuckin’ baby or something?” he asked. Tiffany looked up at him–his face was suddenly beet red his and eyebrows knitted together.
“Kylo. You’re fucking married!” she shouted.
He scoffed and rolled his eyes.
“And you sell cocaine to doctors and college students for a living.”
“Okay, so let me get this straight,” Kylo chimed in. “You’re okay with me fucking your brains out…”
He raised his hands and looked around the apartment. “You’re okay with me paying your rent and paying for your fucking hair and nail appointments…”
He suddenly got quiet. “You cook dinner for me like June fucking Cleaver, but a baby is where you’re gonna draw the fucking line?”
“Can you stop cursing at me, Kylo?”
“NO.”
The oil in the pan began to sizzle, and Tiffany started dropping patties in. “A baby is different. This is another human being…”
“Another human being that I want,” Kylo said, stepping close to her.
“What about what I want? I don’t want this,” Tiffany said.
She walked to her dishwasher and pulled the door down, and Kylo followed her.
“Then why are you still here? Taking my fucking money? Taking my dick? Cooking for me like you love me or some shit?” he asked.
Tiffany pulled out a spatula, a large fork, and a plate then closed the door.
“I don’t know why,” she answered–defeat in her voice.
She walked back to the stove and watched her crab cakes sizzle in the pan. Kylo stood behind her and placed his hands on her waist.
“I know why,” he said. She felt his hot breath on her ear. “Because you fucking love me just as much as I love you…”
Chills went down her spine.
“Because you know that you’ll never, ever find anybody who loves you like I do. Takes care of you the way I do. Fucks you like I do…”
Tiffany swallowed and wiggled away from Kylo. Then, she walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water.
“Have you said this to your wife, too?”
Kylo took large steps toward her. “You know I don’t fucking love her, Tiff.”
“But you fuck her just the same.”
“I barely even fuck her, Tiffany!” he shouted. “You know our marriage is fucking business. She fucks who she wants, I fuck who I want!”
Tiffany raised an eyebrow and he cleared his throat. “And the only person I’m fucking is you.”
She took a swig of her water and rested against her counter. “Just the same, Kylo. I really don’t want this. I’m already settling for part of you. I don’t want my child to have to settle for part of you, too.”
“That’s not gonna happen. It won’t be like that.”
He took another step closer, and she moved around him. She placed her bottle on the counter and walked back to the stove.
“I don’t want to have to explain to my kid that daddy isn’t coming home tonight because he’s with his wife and other kids.”
She stared into her sizzling pan. Kylo watched the back of her head, trying to conjure up a response. Suddenly, she began to sniffle.
“Or that Daddy isn’t ever coming back because somebody shot him.”
Kylo’s face contorted. He grabbed Tiffany, yanked her around and stared at her face. She looked away, but he lifted her head and wiped her tears before they fell.
“Cut that out. You know I don’t fucking like that shit.”
Tiffany looked down again.
“Look at me,” he demanded. Tiffany met Kylo’s dark eyes with her own. “I’m not going anywhere. Nobody’s gonna fucking kill me.”
“You don’t know that,” Tiffany mumbled.
“I do fucking know that. Nobody’s gonna fuck with me,” Kylo said confidently.
Tiffany turned around and began pulling her crab cakes from the oil. “Pride comes before the fall.”
“That ain’t pride, Princess. I’m just that fucking good.”
As Tiffany retrieved her crab cakes, Kylo grabbed her water bottle and drank from it.
“I’m gonna have an abortion,” she said softly.
He was beside her now, but she couldn’t bring her eyes up to look at him. And she felt the heat rippling between the air between them, and it burned her to the bone.
“Well, then you’d better pack this fucking apartment up after you do it,” he said. He slammed the water bottle down on the counter, strolled out of the kitchen and grabbed his jacket and keys. Then, he walked out of the apartment–slamming the door so hard that one of her framed pieces of art work crashed to the floor. Tiffany jumped and her vision blurred. Tears streamed down her face.
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Tiffany ate dinner alone. Then, she crawled into bed and cried herself to sleep. Suddenly, she heard the key turn in her front door. She didn’t bother sitting up. She could tell Kylo had taken off his socks and shoes. His bare feet slid across the hard wood floor and the steps became silent when they hit her carpet. Soon, her mattress dipped behind her and a hand was at her shoulder. The soft tickle of his lips peppered the skin exposed out of her tank-top.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“I want you,” he said, voice slurring a little. He scooted close to her. “I want you…I want my child…”
The scent of gin filled Tiffany’s nostrils and Kylo ran his fingers down her body.
“Kylo, please get off me…”
Kylo groaned and rolled over on his back. Tiffany’s ceiling fan twirled over them–the sound filling their silence.
“I love you, Tiffany,” he said, voice clear. “I’d fucking kill for you.”
“I don’t want you to kill for me, Kylo.”
He abruptly shifted on the bed and leaned over Tiffany’s shoulder.
“But I fucking would, though. I’d kill for you and I’d give you the fucking world if I could.” He started kissing her shoulder again.
“I’m gonna move you out of this apartment and put you in a fucking house. Gonna fill your closet with nothing but designer clothes and shoes. Our baby won’t ever know what the fuck it’s like to be sad or not having anything.”
“Kylo, please stop this,” Tiffany said. Her heart was pounding, and she felt herself melting.
Kylo turned Tiffany over and rested her face in his palm. “Tell me that you love me…”
Tiffany rested her palm against his cheek, too. “You know I love you, but–”
Kylo pressed his lips to hers and kissed her passionately. And that was it. Tiffany tossed her arm around his neck and kissed him back. Then, he began to pull the layers of his clothes away…
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One Week Later
Kylo slid his key in and opened the door. The apartment was quiet. Too quite.
“Tiff?”
Silence.
He pulled out his phone and called her. No answer. He texted her. No response.
“Probably getting her nails done or something,” he said to himself. He pulled off his jacket, sat on the sofa, and turned on the television. About an hour later, his phone rang.
“Hey, where are you?” he asked. No “hello”.
“Kylo, the baby is gone…”
“What?” he asked, sitting straight up. “What happened?!”
He heard her swallow through the phone. “I…I got an abortion…”
Kylo’s body temperature rose. His breaths became audible and he could see his own chest rise and fall in his peripheral. “Why the fuck did you do that?!”
“Kylo, you’re not going to leave your family. So, I did what’s best for me. I’m sorry, but…we have to end this. I can’t live like this anymore.”
He heard her sniffle.
“I’ll start packing when I recover,” she said lowly.
“Where are you?” he asked.
A pause.
“Where are you?!” he repeated.
“I’m somewhere alone, Kylo.”
“Where the fuck are you?!”
“Bye, Kylo.”
Tiffany hung up the phone, but Kylo called her back. She sent him straight to voicemail, but he hung up and called again. And again. And again. And again…
Congrats to star wars and Disney for finally growing a spine, it only took them 4 years, two movies, and a pair of promising young actors who’d be legally and morally right to body slam into hell every single person who harassed them
Bruce had to suppress the tears that threatened to fall, but his eyes were to glossy.
"All you have to do is say it, and ill stay." You tell him but he doesn't say a word. "I don't want to leave you."
"Then don't." He says gruffly. You place your hand on his face and dig your finger under the cowl to tug his head down to yours.
"Me and you have shared everything, our identities, our secrets, our bodies. I love you so much Bruce Wayne but there is no reason for me to stay here in Gotham if you don't feel the same way." Bruce's lips separated softly, as if he wanted to say something but he didn't say anything.
She'll be safer away from you
"You're better off." He says and grabs your hand gently from his face and holds it. "I cant give you what you want, you told me you want kids, marriage-." But you spoke cutting him off.
"You think I give a damn, I just want you. I cant imagine my life that doesn't have you in it.
I cant imagine a life without you either
"Or you know we can just be the Bat and the Cat or just Y/n and Bruce."
Y/N Wayne has nice ring to it
"I cant protect you."
"I don't need your protection, I just need your love." You raised yourself on the balls of your feet to kiss him but he moved back. You felt a pang in your heart as he took a step back and let his eyes hit the concrete. "Ok." You turned around and took a deep breath, you began your decent to your bike while wiping your tears.
He watched as you got farther and farther away from him. His own bike was close to yours so be started his own path. He made it to his own and looked to the side to see you swing your legs over the bike and about to slip on the helmet. Bruce took a long deep, shuddering breath, he looked over at you and knew.
"Y/n I- please look at me." He says and looks at you, waiting. You looked at him and he saw the glossy eyes.
Summary: A terrifying savior comes to your aide one night but it isn’t the last you see of each other
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, mentions of violence, mugging/assault, mentions of stitches/needles, smut: primal kink, rough sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering, biting/scratching, slight restraint play, light oral (male receiving), light mentions of pain play, manhandling, use of pet names - “bunny”, intense sex
Word Count: 6.5k
Note: Hoping the direction I took with this doesn’t feel too rushed, it’s all about getting completely caught up in someone. This is also based around this headcanon I wrote! Enjoy and please reblog and comment!
Panic was familiar to you, especially in this city. Gotham took no prisoners and didn’t afford room for recklessness at any turn.
Some of you need to learn the difference between skinny girls being made to feel insecure about their body from certain people and fat girls being made to feel like their entire life is worthless because of their body size from literally the entire world
