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paring - Older!Patrick Zweig x reader … 🩰

Currently thinking about Older!Patrick being one of those pervy guys who text you on tumblr…

At first your weirded out by this random guy flirting with you when you’re just trying to post your little girlblogs, but then you see his profile and you’re like “wow, he’s kinda fine!”

He would send you dirty text messages and photos all the time, even when you’re in public. When you get home you can’t help but hump your little cunt frantically on your plush pillow while reading his texts, imagining how good his fingers would probably feel on you. You know it’s kinda wrong to be sexting this much older stranger but he’s just so tempting and the attention is amazing!

It’s all fun and games until he tells you how he wants to fly you out and see you in person. “I wanna see that pretty little face in real time, doll. It’ll be fun! We’ll go on a nice little date, you can watch me play tennis, maybe even let me fuck you on the court if you’re into that exhibitionist shit ;)” He texts you. That’s when you get all shy and come up with some stupid lie he surprisingly believes.

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𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 S.H + J.B

paring - Eater!Steve Harrington x Eater!Jonathan Byers … 🩰

synopsis 𝄢 when Jonathan Byers finds out that his suspicions about his classmate Steve Harrington are true they go on a road trip together to explore themselves. 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

content 𝄢 cannibalism, Jonathan getting jealous, crying, top!jonathan, bottom!steve, cheating ♬⋆.˚

💬 𝄢 Happy Pride Month! Not proofread btw

𝙷𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚊

Jonathan watched from the bleachers as the boys in his P.E class recklessly play basketball. Despite the fact that they’re fifteen of them his eyes were only burnt into one of them. Steve Harrington. He always had a strange sense to Jonathan. Nobody else seems to notice it though. He was the perfect golden boy. Rich family, good looking, popular, and everybody loves him. Everybody but Jonathan. He could feel that there is something hidden beneath all of his perfection. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. Not yet. He will soon. He knows he will.

As he washed the dried up blood off from his shoe in the locker room he couldn’t help but to stare at Steve and his disgustingly perfect toned body. He knew Steve wouldn’t notice him staring. He never did. Jonathan was practically invisible to everyone, but especially Steve. Somehow that bothered him the most. He was fine being ignored by others, but for Steve he craved some recognition. It was a strange feeling.

It was dark out. Like the sun was in a rush to leave. Jonathan stumbled out the woods, cursing to himself. It was now past curfew and he still isn’t home, all because his hunger got the best of him. He felt disgusted by himself but tried his best to brush to off. He reassured himself that this is just what he has to do to survive.

“Jonathan?” He looked up and saw that it was Steve calling his name. He should run away. He’s covered head to toe in blood; anybody who sees this would immediately call the police. Just for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to go. Jonathan eyed Steve up and down. He didn’t seem to be doing anything. He didn’t even seem scared. He seemed more confused. And he definitely isn’t calling the police.

“Jonathan what’s going on?” Steve asked, in a more demanding tone. Jonathan didn’t answer. He couldn’t answer. Out of instinct he put both of his hands behind his head like he was surrendering himself. When Jonathan didn’t answer Steve began walking into the woods. “No! Steve don’t go in, please don’t go!” Jonathan begged, but Steve kept walking. Jonathan followed from behind, continuing his pleas and cries for Steve to stop walking. “Please stop.. Why are you doing this to me?”

Steve stopped in his tracks when he saw someone’s cold lifeless body lying on the ground. The body had large chunks of itself bitten off. Jonathan stood behind him feeling ashamed of himself. He tried to reassure himself but it wasn’t working. “Did you do this?” Steve asked, gesturing to the body. “What? No! I… I would never do such a thing..” He stuttered out. There was no point of defending himself though. The evidence he did it was there. Splattered all over his body.

“I always knew there was something about you.” Steve murmured. Jonathan wanted this moment to end. He wanted to wake up and realize this was all a nightmare. “I always knew there was something special about you.” Special? What did he mean by that? Jonathan watched as he looked down at the body. A bit shaken up, but he didn’t seem terrified. Well at least not on the outside. Jonathan could tell by his eyes that he was terrified.

“When did you realize you were like this?” Steve asked. Jonathan was hesitant to open up at first. Scared that Steve might rat him out, but deep down he felt like he could trust him. “I was seven.” Jonathan managed to choke out. “That’s young…” Steve muttered out. Jonathan continued. “I felt a large hungry pit in my stomach. Even though I was young, I could tell it wasn’t normal. I accepted it though.. I was seven when I first ate someone. It was one of Lonnie’s mistresses. He brought her home when my mom was at work. I don’t know what came over me that night. I was just so hungry. All those years of neglecting my hunger just got to me. I ended up brutally tearing her esophagus off and eating her. Bones and all. Ever since that day I just couldn’t stop.” He confessed to Steve.

He regretted spewing so much information out to Steve. He closed his eyes and prepared himself to be judged by him. Prepared himself to hear all of Steve’s grossed out comments. “I was young as well…” Jonathan blinked his eyes back open to confusion and surprised. “What?” “I was young as well when I figured out I had a hunger for human meat. About five. Unlike you, I was unable to accept the fact I am like this. Instead I restrained myself and consumed raw animal meat. Hoping it would fuel me. It never did.” Steve confessed. He turned around to stare back at Jonathan. For once he felt understood. Understood on the deepest level there is. He could see the disgust and grief Jonathan had in his eyes and saw himself in them. He saw himself in Jonathan. Jonathan saw himself in Steve.

It’s been days since Jonathan found out about Steve being an eater. Things have been only slightly different. It’s weird that subtle differences can affect a person so much. Steve still ignores Jonathan at school, but he often steals some glances. Glances that for a moment feel like admiration but then slowly grow into fear. The looks confuse Jonathan but he chooses not to let them get to him. At least he’s getting some attention from Steve.

“I’ll get it!” Jonathan announces to his family as he goes over to the door. When he opens it he’s surprised to see Steve standing outside. “Hold on..” Jonathan murmurs to his family as he walks outside and closes the door behind him. “Steve what are you doing here?” He asked. “I got an idea. It’s spontaneous but I need you to listen.” Steve starts off. When he sees Jonathan’s small nod he continues. “I want to go on a road trip with you!” He says it like it’s some exciting adventure. Jonathan wasn’t excited though. Just confused. “Why?” “Well for many reasons. I’ve never met another person who has these… Cravings. I always thought I was the only one. Imagine all the others we can meet out there. Imagine all the things we can learn from them, maybe even learn some stuff about ourselves.” Steve explains. Jonathan was conflicted on the idea. The thought didn’t seem all that bad, it was just leaving his family behind that worried him a bit. “Just… Wait a minute.” He excuse himself and goes back into his home.

“I.. I don’t understand.” Nancy stammers out into the telephone as she hears Jonathan’s sudden confession. “I know, I know baby..” “You barely know the guy. You have one conversation with Steve and suddenly you guys are buddies who go on road trips together!?” Her voice raised frustratedly. “It was a very… Meaningful conversation.” Jonathan said, trying to justify himself. “Meaningful? You had a meaningful conversation with Steve - The Hair - Harrington?” Nancy choked out a sarcastic laugh before continuing. “What did you guys even talk about?” Jonathan stuttered trying to find a good lie. There’s no good way to explain to his girlfriend that both him and Steve are eaters. “You wouldn’t understand..” He muttered out. “I wouldn’t understand? Why because I’m some stupid woman!?” He immediately regretted his choice of words. “No.. It’s not that I promise!” “Then what is it? Why are you keeping this from me?” Nancy demanded answers. Jonathan just couldn’t speak up. There was no way he could. The fear of Nancy viewing him as the creep he tried so hard to not seem like was eating him alive. So instead he stayed quiet. “Whatever.. Enjoy your roadtrip.” She hung up.

𝙱𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚗, 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗

“So… Where exactly are we going?” Jonathan asked. Feet up against the car’s headboard, fingers tapping against his knees. “Upper Peninsula.” Steve answered, flashing a quick smile to him before putting his focus back on the road. “That’s a area in Michigan right? Isn’t it better to go there during the summer or spring? Nice warm weather for the hikes and lakes.” Jonathan asked. “Uhh yeah I guess you’re right, but I think the place looks great during the fall. So let’s go.” They both laughed softly together. Not necessarily because anything was funny. It just came naturally to them.

They stopped by a nearby diner after another thirty minutes passed. “I’m being serious! I just got into like attack mode and ravished her body.. Who knew a seven year old could be that strong.” Steve laughed at Jonathan’s gruesome story. His laughter was alluring and soft, drifting through the air like a spell, possessing Jonathan’s mind causing him to let out a chuckle.

“But did you feel any regret, shame, afterwards?” Steve asked when the laughter died down. “Of course I did. Man, I felt awful. Even a little afraid of myself.” Jonathan answered, looking back down at his food that was starting to get cold. “How do you deal with it?” Steve asked, gently grabbing Jonathan’s chin, tilting it upwards to face him better. “To be completely honest, I’m not sure… I’ve accepted the fact this is just the way I am. Even if I don’t like it, there’s nothing I can do.” His words hit Steve’s heart like a bullet, leaving a cold ache he couldn't shake. The idea of him never getting better, never being able to cope with grief after eating someone, and instead just accepting being a gross being scared him. “So it never gets better?” He asked Jonathan, wanting some kind of reassurance. He just shook his head. “Not that I know of.”

As they left the diner and began to approach the car, Jonathan stopped himself for a moment. “Is something wrong?” Steve asked worriedly. “I’m not full. Are you?” Jonathan asked him. Steve hesitated for a second before shaking his head. Jonathan began walking in the opposite direction. Slowly towards an unaware man dressed in a waiter uniform. Jonathan gestured over to Steve to follow, which Steve did. Jonathan secretly watched as the man threw the garbage bag into the dumpster, before sneaking up behind him and shoving him behind the dumpster.

Steve watched as Jonathan shoves his teeth into the man’s body. He watched as he ate the body clean. Crunching the bones, sucking out all the blood like it was juice, savoring the taste of his flesh. It was fast. Humane. It scared Steve a little. Watching Jonathan become into this blood hungry animal. It honestly was the reason why he was so reluctant to try to have a bite. Worried that he might become one too. Worried that the blood hungry animal that’s dug deep into his soul will one day come out. Then he may not be able to shove it back inside. It’s a terrifying thought that makes him shiver every time. Now that he was witnessing it, it was an even more gut wrenching feeling.

𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝙾𝚑𝚒𝚘

They’ve been driving around for about two hours and finally needed a break. They decided to stop by the nearest motel. It wasn’t anything special. Bland, old scent, broken A.C. But it was good enough.

Steve helped clean Jonathan up in the bathtub. Scrubbing the blood off of his hands and arms with some no brand soap. The blood was dried up in the deep crevices of his hands, arms, fingertips. Steve’s hands felt soft, almost nurturing, against Jonathan’s. It was a comforting feeling. They didn’t need to say anything to each other. It was like they could just understand each other’s minds just like that. The faint noises of the wind outside added to the charm of it all. For once Jonathan felt truly safe in someone’s arms. He felt like everything was going to be okay. He doesn’t feel that way a lot. It felt nice. Really nice.

“You know on the way there’s a nice amusement park. You wanna visit it?” Steve suggested, slipping into bed. “I guess that would be nice.” Jonathan said dryly as he got a spare blanket from the closet and placing it on a nearby lounge chair. “What are you doing?” Steve asked. “Getting ready for bed.” Jonathan replied with the same dry tone. Steve shook his head and chuckled a bit. “No, no, that would probably be incredibly uncomfortable. Come here.” He nudged his head and bit gesturing to the other side of the bed. Jonathan slowly, almost hesitantly, walked over to the bed. Slipping into the blanket. His face was turned to Steve’s, staring deeply into his eyes. He noticed how his pupils looked a bit bigger than usual, the small freckles laying near the corner of his eye, and his long dark brown lashes. “Goodnight Jonathan.” Steve yawned out tiredly. His hand came up to slowly sweep Jonathan’s hair out of his face, allowing Steve to see more of his face. Jonathan felt a strange flutter in his chest that he felt indifferent about. It was nothing like he ever experienced. All he knew was that his hatred for Steve was fading away. Maybe it wasn’t even hatred to begin with.

𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝙾𝚑𝚒𝚘

“Come on let’s go!” Steve exclaimed with excitement. Rushing Jonathan over to the ferris wheel. “Uhh I don’t know..” Jonathan muttered, scratching the back of his head. “Don’t do this to me man! I rode all those big rollercoasters with you, now it’s getting dark, and we’re about to go so this’ll be a good place to rest a bit.” He watched as Jonathan shoved his hands into his pockets, contemplating the idea as if it’s something major. “Please. It’s gonna be nice. Especially with the nice wind; the temperature is great! We’ll be high up there and we’ll be able to see everything and we can pretend we’re looking down on peasants!” Steve playfully joke, causing a laugh out of Jonathan. “Okay, okay fine.”

Steve and Jonathan sat on the ferris wheel, despite what Steve said they weren’t looking down once. Either stealing glances at each other or at the sky. “You can see the stars amazingly up here..” Jonathan said breaking the silence. “You can see many things amazingly up here.” Steve replied, his eyes bleeding into the side of Jonathan’s face. “Like what?” He asked, turning his head to meet his gaze. Steve let out a slow but gruff sigh as he leaned back in his seat, looking back down. “All the tiny people under us, the trees, the lights…” Steve began to trail off as he stared back up at Jonathan.

As the ride slowly passed and turned to the end Steve suddenly couldn’t fight off one urge. He leaned forward and cupped Jonathan’s cheek. Jonathan opened his mouth, about to say something out of confusion, but Steve quickly swallowed his words as he pressed his lips against his. Jonathan’s lips were surprisingly soft, despite the fact that they had a thick metallic taste. Jonathan’s hands trembled as they were about to touch Steve’s face, but instead they roughly came down to his shoulder and pushed Steve away.

“What are you doing?” Steve asked, his voice mixed with confusion and anger, as he watched Jonathan storm off the ride. He scurried over to him and grabbed his shoulder, turning Jonathan around to face him. “Is everything okay?” “No everything is not okay!” Jonathan snapped at him loudly than expected. It was the loudest Steve has ever heard him speak. “You… You can’t just do that Steve!” Jonathan shouted, fighting back tears behind his eyes. “Do what?” “Don’t act clueless! Kissing me in the ferris wheel? What the hell is wrong with you!?” Jonathan scolded. Steve instantly regretted it. He brought his hands to his back, suddenly feeling small. “I’m sorry…” He murmured quietly. “Yeah you should be!”

Jonathan’s hands formed into fist and stabbed into the sides of his head. He walked the opposite way, feeling nauseous suddenly. Steve followed him and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting. Jonathan quickly turned around to smack Steve’s hand away. “Jonathan I’m sorry-” “Ugh I can’t do this! I don’t want to be like this anymore!” Jonathan exclaimed, finally letting the tears spew out. His hands gripped his hair so hard he could yank it right out. “At school I’m a freak, and they’re right about me. I’m a fucking freak and I can’t do anything about it! The only person who doesn’t see me that way is Nancy and… Now I’m having these feelings about you and.. Fuck! I can’t lose Nancy. I love her okay. I love her!” He said like he was trying to convince himself. Like he wasn’t sure if it was a hundred percent true.

When Steve didn’t say anything he was met with several punches to the chest and gut. He didn’t fight back. Instead just watched as Jonathan hit him repeatedly as angry hot tears fell down his face. “I can’t lose her…” He said shakily. His body trembled as he fell down to his knees. Arms wrapped around Steve’s legs, lying his head on his thighs. Steve ran his hands into Jonathan’s hair tenderly like he was fragile glass. Jonathan’s sobs slowly turned into hiccups, feeling more steady from the comfort Steve was providing. “I can’t lose you..” He finally choked out.

𝙵𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝, 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗

“Wake up sleepyhead!” Steve joked, playfully hitting Jonathan’s knee with a newspaper. Jonathan opened his eyes slowly, they felt heavy from his crying. “We’re in Michigan!” Steve happily announced. Spreading his arms out wide to stretch. Jonathan looked out the window to see they were at a gas station. “I’m gonna go get us some snacks. Go fill up this baby.” Steve said, gently hitting the hood of the car before going over to the small shop.

Jonathan watched as Steve charmingly spoke to the cashier through the window. Feeling an odd sense of jealousy. He usually envied how easily Steve could spark up a conversation with anyone, but this time he envied the fact that the Steve was specifically showing his charm off to the cashier. She looked a bit like Nancy. Just with bigger hair. But instead of thinking about how much he misses Nancy, he instead thought about how he wishes he was in the cashier’s position. He wondered if Steve was attracted to her, wondered if Steve was flirting, or if it was just a normal conversation.

“Got her all filled up?” Steve asked, patting the hood of his car. “Yeah…” Jonathan mumbled, then slipping into the passenger seat. Steve got into the driver’s seat shortly and began to start up the engine. He drove out of the parking lot, into the road. It was silent. An uncomfortable silence.

“You okay? You’re more quiet than usual.” Steve pointed out, breaking the silence. “Yeah I’m fine..” Jonathan said quietly as he nodded his head. The silence came back after that. Steve looked over at Jonathan and saw that he was in fact not okay. His eyes were slightly red and glistening as if he was fighting back tears. His body was slightly trembling and his breaths pace was faster than usual.

“Jonathan, I know that for the past few days we’ve grown a more special relationship…” Steve started off gently, giving him a light squeeze on the thigh, making Jonathan flinch slightly. When Jonathan didn’t say anything else, he continued to speak. “I feel like after we found out we have this in common things have changed between us. For the better actually.” Suddenly the car door opened and Jonathan flung himself out, onto the empty road. Steve frantically pressed the breaks on his car and scurried out to check on Jonathan. “You okay? Are you hurt?” He asked as he bent down to Jonathan’s level. Jonathan seemed fine. He just a few scratches on him but nothing serious. Steve sighed from relief and lended him a hand. “Why’d you do that? You could’ve seriously gotten hurt.” He asked concernedly as he pulled Jonathan back up. He didn’t reply though. He just walked away, running his hands through his hair roughly.

“Jonathan talk to me! Please just tell me what’s wrong!” Steve begged him. Jonathan took a deep breath before turning back to face him. “I don’t know what’s going on… I don’t know why I feel this way! I don’t know anything Steve! That’s what’s wrong..” Jonathan finally spat out. He didn’t understand why he was feeling oddly possessive by Steve. Why he was so captivated by him. He never felt this strongly about anyone. Steve began to approach him and pulled him into his embrace slowly. This time Jonathan didn’t pull away. Instead he pulled him closer and crashed his lips onto his hungrily. Like he was trying to swallow him whole. Keep Steve inside of him forever. His hands were roaming around his body and he walked Steve back towards the car.

They fell onto the backseats together. Hands still all over each other. Jonathan pulled back slightly to yank down his jeans followed by his boxers, pulling them down to his knees, just enough to free his cock. He then watched as Steve eagerly fumbled the buttons of his shirt, pulling them off, revealing his hair covered chest and hard nipples. He then pulled his jeans and boxers off. He laid there bare, revealing himself completely. He grabbed onto the hem of Jonathan’s shirt and pulled it over his head. Revealing Jonathan’s torso. He stared up at him, naked and vulnerable. Jonathan felt most attractive than he ever had.

Jonathan started to stroke Steve’s erection slowly. The intensity of it made Steve feel dizzy in the head. His breath hitched and hips locked up. Jonathan stroked his own length before clumsily sliding himself between Steve’s thighs, causing himself to let out a low groan, while Steve gasped. Even though they had the same anatomy it was surprisingly more complicated than he thought it would be. Luckily Steve was able to relax around him, making the situation slightly more comfortable. Jonathan leaned down to press his lips against Steve’s again. Stealing the breath from his mouth. He thrusted harder into him, making the truck shake a bit. He pulled away from the kiss to let out a keening whimper as he felt Steve’s nails drag across his back, then rested his head against Steve’s shoulder. Biting tenderly into the flesh covering his neck. “I wanna be apart of you…” He grumbled out. “Wanna make love to you…”

Jonathan’s grinding was slow, clumsy, and desperate. He grunted with each thrust, feeling himself get closer to climax. “Bite me..” He pleaded against Steve’s skin. “I want you to taste me, the way I taste you.. I want my taste to be left in your mouth.” He whimpered out. Steve looked over to see the almost bloody scratch marks on Jonathan’s back. He felt himself clench and flutter against his member. He then inhaled his musky, metallic scent that he loved before biting down onto his flesh. Jonathan immediately twitched inside of Steve and his pace began to falter. Their groans and whines flowed freely, filling the inside of the car. “I’m gonna cum..” Steve groaned out. “Me too..” Jonathan replied, cradling Steve’s head. His thrusts dragged against Steve’s hips as they came down from there high together. Jonathan bit down further on Steve’s skin as he came, drawing blood out and letting it fall onto his tongue. “You taste so good…”

𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚊, 𝙼𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚗

They sat down together on the hill of a mountain. The cold breeze flowed through the air, brushing against their bodies. Steve’s hand slowly crept up on Jonathan’s. Fingers intertwining with each other tenderly, full of love and care.

“It’s so nice up here..” Jonathan spoke up softly. A small smile plastered on his face, lips curved like a crescent moon. “I agree. It looks very nice up here.” Steve replied. Not staring at the view. Instead staring at the side of Jonathan’s face.

“You know I haven’t been one hundred percent honest with you.” Steve said hesitantly. Jonathan turned over to look at him, smile drooped down now. “What is it?” He asked worriedly. Steve took a deep breath before replying, “about how I restrained myself and instead ate raw animal meat.” He looked up at Jonathan trying to read his face. All he really saw was concern and confusion. “When I was about thirteen I got into a bad fight with one of my classmates. It was about some stupid girl. We were fighting physically, fist and everything, kinda like how we once did. It got so intense that I just.. I couldn’t stop myself and… I ate him right the fuck up.”

A sudden downpour of emotion broke through his hardened exterior. It was the first time Jonathan saw him so emotional. Steve’s shoulders were heaving, his breath was shortened, and tears slowly streamed down his cheeks. He tried to swallow back his sobs but it felt as if he was swallowing glass.

“I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to but I couldn’t..” He choked out. “By the time I was finished with him most of him was gone… I felt like a monster.” Jonathan didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Jonathan could sense the grief, fear, and regret Steve feels. The silence was heavy with all different types of emotions.

“Am I bad? Am I a monster?” Steve pleaded for an answer. Trembling and stuttering. “No.. No you’re good. You’re so good.” Jonathan comforted him. Caressing his back and hair sweetly. The breath caught in Steve’s throat, escaped in a strained, ragged gasp. He melted into Jonathan’s warm touch. Jonathan then wrapped his arms around him. Pulling their two souls together as the noise of the world faded into background static. Steve tucked his head into the crook of Jonathan’s neck, and in that familiar scent, his frantic pulse learned how to slow down. They lived in a world that didn’t accept them, and finally found their home.

just started watching supernatural!!

#trailerparkangell ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺#꒰ ᩧ 𓈒 diary ⁄⁄͈ ᴗ͈)#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural season 1 #supernatural series #supernatural self insert

I wanna start writing again but I literally have no fanfic ideas :(

SUMMER IS OFFICIALLY HEREEE

#trailerparkangell ໒꒱ིྀ༝⁺#꒰ ᩧ 𓈒 diary ⁄⁄͈ ᴗ͈)#girlblogging #hell is a teenage girl #female hysteria #gaslight gatekeep girlboss #girlhood #im just a girl #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #coquette #summer #summertime #summer aesthetic #challengers summer

Hiii

Saw your request for Adrain chase/ vigilante were like open

I was wondering if you could do a jealous!vigilante x gn!reader fic

Both him and reader are oblivious to each other's feelings

And like on a mission or just hanging out and someone hits on reader and Adrain gets jealous and confesses

(I would prefer no smut but that's really up to you)

Haven’t requested many fics so I hope I did this right lol

Thank you ✨

❛❛ 𝐧𝐨𝐭-𝐬𝐨-𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ❞ A.C (Peacemaker)

paring - Adrian Chase x gender neutral ! reader … 🩰

synopsis 𝄢 Adrian didn’t realize how strong his feelings were for you until you witnessed you getting hit on by some creep .𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

content 𝄢 weird catcalls, mentioning of killing, second degree murder, kissing ♬⋆.˚

💬 𝄢 sorry this came out a bit late! This is kinda cringe but hopefully you like it!

“Alright, I’ll be with Smith, Economos you’ll be with Ads, and you two can be together.” Harcourt said, gesturing to you and Adrian. You didn’t have a problem with working with Adrian. Even though he’s very strange… He’s got a sweet side! You watched as he snatched a chainsaw from the truck before Emilie could notice.

“What are you doing? We don’t need that.” You said confusedly. He just laughed, oblivious to the fact you’re serious. “Uhh I think we do. You never know what’ll happen. Plus, it’s been a dream for me to kill someone with a chainsaw.” Adrian chuckled out before walking past you with a very annoying confidence.

You both peeked your head out from a bush, keeping lookout on the meta humans. “I don’t know Harcourt.. They seem unarmed.” You whispered into your walkie talkie. “Many meta humans have abilities that can easily kill someone without any weapons. They aren’t safe.” She replied sternly. You just shrugged and kept watching for anything to happen. You heard some crinkling noise and when you look over it’s Adrian offering you some chips. You both took some out of the bag at the same time, causing you to feel his fingers brush against yours. You couldn’t help but feel your face flush up a bit.

All that flush disintegrated when you heard a condescending whistle behind you. “Damn, nice figure you have there sweet cheeks!” When you turned around you saw a disgustingly smug, overconfident man with a almost out cigarette hanging from his lap. His eyes were red, slightly squinted, and hazy. He was obviously on something stronger than weed.

He started asking a series of questions. “What’s your name?” “How old are you?” “Live around here?” “Wanna come to my place?” Completely oblivious to your very obvious discomfort. You didn’t answer any of his questions, trying to hint out you weren’t interested. “Why aren’t you answering me? You shy?” The creepy man asked, reaching out to stroke your hair, sending uneasy shivers down your spine.

“Hey, don’t touch them!” Adrian shouted at them. The man snorted out a laugh. “What the hell are you supposed to do? Go back to comic con man.” He slurred out. Adrian abruptly stood up, getting close to his face, trying to be as intimidating as he can. “Ohh i’m so scared!” The man said sarcastically, dramatically throwing his hands up. “Trust me, you will be.”

Adrian walked back over to the bush and pulled out the chainsaw. The man was too busy laughing and mocking him to notice the deadly weapon. “Hey creep!” Adrian yelled out. The man’s joking appearance dropped when he saw Adrian begin to turn on the chainsaw. “Wow.. Calm down man. I’ll leave them alone okay?” But Adrian didn’t listen to the man’s pleads. He instead stalk closer to him. The man ran into the woods and Adrian started running after him. You couldn’t see what was going down, you’re not sure if you want to either. All you hear is screaming and an intense roar from the chainsaw. As the “brzzzz”s got louder, the screaming turned more into a desperate cry for help. It took about a minute later for it to finally go silent.

You felt a bit sympathetic for the creep until you saw Adrian walk out from the woods covered in blood. Your heart quickened, and you felt your face heat up again. He looked amazing. You stood up and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around him into a tight hug. “I told you we’ll need the chainsaw!” Adrian chuckled. You pulled away to playfully shove his shoulder away. “Don’t you think doing all that for me was just a tad bit dramatic?” You asked, tilting your head. “Of course not! Just like what Chris says, ‘I cherish peace with all my heart. I don't care how many men, women, and children I need to kill to get it.’ I needed to kill him for your peace!” He said with the brightest smile on his face. It warmed your heart knowing that he cared so much about you.

“Oh by the way,” he said reaching into his pocket and then pulling out what looks like it used to be a rose. It was very old, crinkled up, and well… Dead. “This is for you. I found it in the woods.” You took the dead flower and looked at it like it was still alive and fragile. “Oh Adrian.. It’s beautiful!” You smiled gratefully at you. “Yeah.. Just like you!” His sudden compliment through you off, but you weren’t complaining. “What?” You asked, making sure you heard him right. “I’m just saying I find you to be very attractive.” He said casually, like you guys were just discussing the weather. “Do you have a crush on me?” You asked, walking a bit closer to him without even thinking. “Uhh.. I guess you could call it that.”

You excitedly yanked his mask off and took in the look of his messy hair before pulling him into a kiss. It was soft but deep. Fast but sensual. Your hands roamed around his hair while his were cupping your cheeks. When you finally pulled away from it you pressed your forehead against his. “Today is perfect..” Adrian panted out.

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thought id share a fun lil shot analysis thread i made on here. i ❤️ blocking

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oh patrick zweig they can never make me hate you

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“ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟕 - 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ” P.Z (Challengers 2024)

paring - Patrick Zweig x weird girl ! reader … 🩰

synopsis 𝄢 You decided to go to Patrick’s last tennis game at Stanford before he has to go on his tour. 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋

content 𝄢 syntribation, mentions of masturbation, Tashi’s injury mentioned, argument, kissing, breast play, un protective p in v, creampie, riding, Patrick being lazy, mock praise/sympathy, after care, heavy fluff, asking to be girlfriend/boyfriend, dracophilia, car sex ♬⋆.˚

💬 𝄢 last part!! I had so much fun making this <3 pt.6

You and Patrick have been calling almost every night since that last call when he drunkly confessed his love for you. Neither of you have brought it up since then, but there’s definitely some odd tension going on. Much more than there usually is between the two of you.

“You know I gotta go out of state soon.” Patrick said through the phone. “Why?” You asked. “For the tour. My next tennis match here at Stanford is going to be my last.” He tried his best to sound nonchalant but internally he was going insane. He was excited to travel and play tennis but he was devastated that he would have to leave you. And who knows what will happen when he comes back!? You might move, no longer want to talk to him, or worse of all get a boyfriend. The thought of you being in love with another guy that isn’t Patrick made him pissed.

“Should I come?” You asked him, hoping he says yes. You remembered how good he played in that YouTube video you saw of him, and how much it turned you on. “Yeah, sure!” Patrick responded, sounding very passionate. You coming meant something extremely important to him. Ever since you said that he’s been practicing ten times more than usual, destined to win just for to hear you’re proud or just give him a small smile. It was much different than his usual lad back routine. No more staying up late, no more eating junk, no more partying. He was basically torturing himself just to impress you.

You sat on the bleachers, skin soaking in the hot sun, sweat beginning to grow onto your body, feelings you aren’t used to because of how little you spend outside. You didn’t come with your parents either, which is also a feeling you aren’t used to.

You watched Patrick and Art compete with each other. The little green ball swinging left and right, never touching the ground. It looked so graceful. Seeing Patrick being so focused and confident as sweat glistens on every single one of his muscles was a sight. His disheveled hair, rough grunts, veins popping out, it all reminded you of how aroused you felt when you first saw him play. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t feeling that same arousal again, maybe even more than last time since you’re now actually seeing him in person. It took you all of your strength to not excuse yourself to rub one out. Instead you just stuck to rubbing your thighs together and enjoying the friction.

When you turned your head around you saw Tashi who seemed to be here for Art. It looks like she’s too sad to cheer him on though. You feel bad for her. You don’t know much about her injury besides what Patrick told you but you do know it ruined her tennis career. Even though you’ve never been the type of girl to be extremely talented at something you could just imagine how heartbreaking it is to lose your most possessive talent. That poor girl.

Your analyzing got interrupted when you heard a loud, “FUCK!” When you turned your head you saw Patrick running his hands through his hair in defeat. Looks like Art one. Which surprised you because Patrick talks about how he’s better than Art a lot. Maybe that was just his ego talking though.

“Patrick!” You called out as you jogged to him. He kept walking though. “Hey wait up!” When you reached him you placed a hand on his shoulder but he quickly pulled away, almost as if he’s repulsed. You watched as Patrick walked over to his car, but instead of opening it up, he just started slamming his racket onto the ground aggressively while cursing to himself.

“Hey, are you okay?” You asked quietly, like he was a bomb on the verge of exploding. “Fucking hell woman! Do I look okay!?” He exclaimed angrily. You shook your head, for some reason your mouth is doing that thing when it refuses to open. “Can’t believe I fucking lost! I lost against that goddamn lap dog!” He growled before slamming his racket down one last time. It was like watching a child throw a tantrum. Except the child was an eighteen year old man. “Patrick, it’s just one game.. You lost this one but won a ton others. Plus it could’ve gone way worse. Imagine how Tashi feels about her whole career-ending-injury?” You said trying to be motivational. It didn’t work. “Tashi fucking Duncan? Why the hell are you bringing her up?” You shrugged not really knowing what to say. He just scoffed and muttered out a, “unbelievable..” before shoving his racket into his bag and getting into his car.

You followed him into his car and sat down in the passenger seat. “What the hell are you doing here?” Patrick asked annoyedly. “I don’t have any other ride.” You said nonchalantly, trying to hide the fact his anger is making your heart ache. “You didn’t come with your parents? How’d you get here?” He asked. “Taxi.” You replied. “Well then get a fucking taxi.” “No it’s expensive!” You raising your voice at him, something that happens very rarely, made him let out a frustrated groan.

You took a deep breath out to calm yourself down and spoke up again in a softer tone. “Patrick, I know you’re probably hurting because of your loss, but I just want you to know that whatever you have to say I’m here to listen. This is the last time i’ll see you in god knows how long. I don’t want us to end on a bad note. So please talk to me, I’m here.” You said, placing a comforting hand over his. He leaned over and practically slammed his head onto the steering wheel, causing a sudden thump noise. You heard some sniffing coming from him and saw his tense shoulders shake. “Are you crying?” You asked concededly. “No I’m not a fucking pussy!” He roughly yelled, causing you to flinch. When he noticed it he raised his head back up and placed a hand on your thigh. “I’m sorry baby..” He said through his tears. Patrick isn’t this vulnerable with many people, so knowing that he’s this vulnerable with you made you feel special. Which you were to him.

Your lips crashed onto each other in a loving passionate kiss. Your hands tangled in each other’s hair, tongues swirling around, hungry moans spilling out. The heat between you both built up. Patrick’s hands explored every part of your body like he was trying to memorize them. He leaned his head down to start peppering kisses on your cheek then down to your jaw and neck. Soft gasps left your lips in pleasure. You wrapped your arms around him to pull him closer as if you were trying to blend your body into his. The desire you felt for him was to strong to let go.

When Patrick’s lips went down to your chest he pulled your shirt off and stepped back to admire the view of you in a bra. “Beautiful..” He muttered before leaning back over. He hungrily kissed your cleavage and squeezed the sides of your clothed breast together. His tongue grazed up making you shiver and let out a desperate whimper. “Patrick..” you stammered out meekly. His hands sneaked onto your back and unclasp your bra, slipping it right off. He began sucking on one breast, swirling his tongue around your hard nipple, and using his freehand to massage the other breast. You let out short breaths, loving the sensation you felt. Everything about the moment felt so perfect.

Eventually you both made it to backseat of his car. You both kisses each other like starving men, lips clashing against each other like he was trying to consume you. Patrick aggressively tugged down his pants followed by his boxers while keeping the kiss. His tongue traced the inside of your mouth, loving everything he tasted. When he pulled away your bodies felt heavy. Already aching for each other’s touch after only a moment apart. He grabbed onto your waist tightly with one hand and used the other to lift on leg up onto his hip. He then grazed the tip of his dick onto your entrance. You let out a pleading cry, hating how he was teasing you. When he noticed he couldn’t help but smugly smirk. “Patrick please..” You begged, grabbing onto his shoulders trying to pull him into you. “Okay, okay baby..” He complied before slowly pushing himself inside. You arched your back and your lips parted to let out a gasp. When he began to move you felt your heart skip a beat.

He grunted as his thrust became deeper. His hands roamed all around you. Starting from your breast, then down to your sides, then his fingertips traced the curve of your ass. The sweat slick friction between you, the schlick of movement, the heat radiating from both bodies, it was all so overwhelming. So perfect. Your moans turned more hungry. Desperate. Your hands tangled into his hair again, pulling him closer. “I love you..” You moaned out. Patrick pressed a urgent kiss onto your lips before pressing his forehead against yours. “Love you more..” He panted out.

Patrick pulled out of you, causing you to whine from the loss. He then laid back and yanked you onto his lap. You were confused on what he was trying to do and he chuckled seeing your clueless expression. “Ride me.” He instructed. You should say that you’ve never done that before, but he already knows that. He also already knows that you’ll do it anyway just for him. You held his member and rubbed it against your wetness, making you whimper. When you lowered yourself down onto his cock completely you were shaken by the difference. The new angle made him able to be so much deeper and hit so many new spots. When you started to grind your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You tried to bite back your noises, worried that someone outside may hear, but they spilled out anyway. Every sputtered out breath, every high pitched gasp, went directly to his cock making it harden even more.

When you felt you were better adjusted you allowed yourself to go faster. Lifting your hips up and down, moving side to side, you weren’t sure how good your technique was but he seemed to like it anyway. You definitely liked it. The feeling of his cock heavy inside of you, thick and pulsing, he’s not even thrusting either, forcing you to do all the work. Patrick watched as you rode him, eyes closed, lips apart, breast bouncing. His hands rested behind his head like he was on a vacation. He loved watching you struggle to put in all the work. “Mmm.. Just like that. You’re doing so well baby.” He hummed out. One of his hands left his hand to caress your cheek. He moved his thumb to press onto your lip, you obediently opened your mouth and began to suck on it. You were completely falling apart on him. He was in love.

You’re trembling, shaking, thighs soaking, and moaning non stop as you continued to ride him like that’s the only thing you know how to do— even though you actually can’t. You’re overstimulated, too full, too sensitive. It’s showing too. Your whole body is shivering and your arms were weak. You tried your best to ignore the feeling though and kept sinking up and down, taking him deeply, struggling to find any rhythm with his cock buried into your cunt. Patrick barely reacts either. Just keeps admiring the sight with a stupid smile on his face. You were enjoying your sight as well. Seeing his dark and wild happy trail, his sweat slick curls on his chest, his dense and hair legs. All you can do is make noises of pleasures and mutter out praises like “yes”, “so good”, “i love it.”

You felt your whole body spasm, every moan in your throat turned soft and broken, your movements turned more pathetic and clumsy as a wet messy orgasm leaked from you. When you came down from your high the whole car smelt like sweat, pussy, and cum. When you looked down at Patrick he was still smiling, amused by your fumbling. “That’s all you got?” He asked in a soft mocking tone. You can’t even speak. You just choked out another moan, feeling your walls flutter uselessly around him. He tsk and sits up, nudging your chin with his knuckles and pulling you into another kiss. It made your head feel all hazy. Like you were floating. He was like a drug you couldn’t get enough of.

You finally felt him grind up against you. You pulse around him like your body’s begging for him. Which it has been for what felt like eternity. “Your so fucking soaked..” He groans out against your mouth. You hear it too. The squelches are loud, echoing in the car. His body slaps onto yours. Skin to skin, sweat to sweat, lips to lips. His balls slaps against your cunt with every deep thrust. Your body is jolting, your mouth is gasping, drool leaks from the side of your mouth. He presses against the spongy part deep inside of you. Slowly rubbing lazy circles around it. You throw your head back, whimpering faintly. “You gonna cum again?” He asked, already knowing the answer. “Mmhm..” You mewled out, followed by a frantic nod. He chuckles before pounding upwards ruthlessly into your wet pussy. You’re a mess. A sloppy, crying, drooling mess.

You both gush. A hot, wet, rush pulses out of the both of you as you come together. You felt as his warm seed filled you up. It was dirty, it was sinful, it was beautiful. “There it is..” He mutters. Your body goes limp and you collapse over him. Head resting on his shoulder, but about to fall onto his chest. “Your okay baby..” He cooed as he rubbed the back of your head sweetly. “You’re okay. I got you, I always do.” Patrick says, low and sensual, before pressing kisses onto your head. You don’t say anything. Just let out a last choked whimper. Then you just soaked up the pleasure, refusing to move.

A hour past and you wake up in what looks like to be a hotel. You were wearing a shirt too big for you, and it seemed like you got showered. You look around and see Patrick sitting right next to you. “Oh hey you’re awake.” He spoke softly before peppering kisses all over your face. “How long was I asleep for?” You asked tiredly. “Not long.” He answered simply. He then pulled you closer to him so you’ll be all cuddled up against him. Your head against his chest, his chin resting on the top of your head, your leg over his, his hand on your hip and thigh. It felt warm and sweet.

“Did you like me when we first met?” You asked. “Hmm I thought you were really pretty. I didn’t know much about you though because you were so quiet.” He answered, pinching your sides playfully. You let out a soft laugh before playfully smacking his hand away. “See, that’s what made me fall for you.” Patrick said chuckling. “What do you mean?” You asked again. “Your laugh. I remember when I first heard it when we were playing games in your bedroom. It was the happiest I ever saw you. You were so energetic, beaming, full of life. Ever since that day all I wanted was to see you like that everyday.” His reply made your heart heavy. Not with sadness as usual but instead with something much more cozier.

“What made you fall for me?” Patrick asked you. “What made me fall for you?” You laughed lightly. “Can I confess something?” You said, turning over to directly face him. He moved down so his face can be leveled with yours. “Shoot.” “Well.. It was when we first met. At first I didn’t really like you because I thought you would be one of those very annoying egotistical guys, which you are, but that’s besides the point. It was after you left my home, I looked up one of your tennis matches on YouTube and it made me feel some things… I masturbated to your tennis matches. Ever since that day I felt indifferently about you.” Patrick was quiet for a moment before bursting out in laughter, making you laugh as well. “Are you serious? Wow who knew my tennis matches would be the equivalent of a porn movie.” He teased you. “Gosh, and seeing you actually play today looked so nice..” You said, dreamily smiling as your mind drifted off to the memories of him playing. He interrupted your thoughts by kissing your cheek passionately. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

“Can I confess something?” Patrick spoke up as he pulled away from the hug. “Go ahead.” You replied. “I want to be your boyfriend.” You didn’t give him a yes or no answer. Instead you leaned in and cupped his cheeks before giving him a deep loving kiss. That was all he needed for his question to be answered.

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