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alexawynters · 3 months

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Scarlet Whispers pt. 8

Gif not mine, as always

Trigger Warnings: Smuttttttt. Horribly written smut.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-7 here

Chapter Eight

Translations: котёнок - Kitten; malyshka - baby; lyubov - love; dorogoya - darling; I probably missed some… I should have probably been doing this the entire time, no? Eh… My b.

A/N: Its uhhh.. My first time writing smut for the public so uh… be gentle pls? Lol. Lemme know how it went. Writing dialog and smut makes me cringe haha. This was also written while I was in the hospital. Is it bad that the 5 day stay was almost a vacation compared to life? Haha, living the dreeeaammm. Someone pls hit me with their car or something so I can go back and have 0 responsibilities for another week. Promise I won’t sue 😛

Once again, edited while floaty. Apparently that’s the only time I can get the motivation to open my laptop. In my defense, I’m currently in the middle of a move and starting a new job so pls forgive my laziness. I’m a tad overwhelmed. It’s finnnne.

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During your time at the aquarium with Wanda, you hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. Logically, you knew it was around dinner time because you both had just eaten, but you didn't realize until you both entered the dimly lit cottage that it was so dark outside. Despite the long day you’d had, you weren't ready to go to bed just yet. Body thrumming with an unfamiliar energy, and you could tell it stemmed from Wanda's hand still holding onto your waist. Now that you were home, it would be socially acceptable for her to let you go, but instead, she chose to linger.

Never one to enjoy having others in your personal space, regardless of if you were touch starved, you were thrilled to discover that you didn't mind the witch being so close to you. In fact, the mere thought of being separated from her made your stomach roil with anxiety. Looking at the redhead next to you as you traversed the hallway towards your room for the evening, a new kind of craving overcame you. This one was different from the hunger you had experienced just before dinner, and you realized that you couldn't get enough of the witch’s touch and presence.

Reaching your shared room Wanda finally moves to separate from you, and as she heads opposite from you, her hand falling away, you make a split-second decision. Well. Decision was being generous. More accurately you allowed your impulses to take over, unable to think logically - you couldn’t let Wanda get too far. Not that there was anywhere for her to go in a bedroom you both shared, but your brain wasn’t exactly running on all cylinders at this time.

“Wait!”

You don’t know what, or even if you were thinking, knowing only that in the scant few feet the witch was away from you, your whole world felt like it was collapsing. A lightly calloused hand shot out as you turned to grab her hand again, and in your exuberance, you accidentally ended up yanking the woman towards you. In an unexpected feat of grace surprising both of you, you managed to catch Wanda. Despite her velocity, you were able to use her momentum, spinning both of you. A small jolt of pain wracked through your bones as your back landed harshly against the smooth wall, with Wanda safely in your arms. Chests heaved for air, both of you having fully expected to collide, ending up in a heap on the floor.

After the initial surprise wore off, both women giggled, though neither made a move to separate. “What is it, Y/N?” the older woman asked. Amusement colored her gaze, mixed with something else you couldn’t quite decipher. You were still learning new facial expressions to this day.

“I-” You started then stopped, trying to assemble your thoughts and determine just how vulnerable you were willing to be. “Thank you, Wanda. For today. For… everything. This was..” you trailed off, unable to find the words. “Everything.”

You hoped Wanda would understand what you meant by that even if you yourself weren’t quite sure just yet. What you were sure of is that you wanted to return to Wanda at least a fraction of the care and devotion she had shown you in all this time. You knew you didn’t want her to walk away, heart aching at the concept. What you didn’t know was what you wanted to do next, you hadn’t exactly gotten that far, but you couldn’t stomach the thought of being apart from her.

The redhead’s gaze softened at your words. “You don’t need to thank me, lyubov. You deserve so much, and I just want you to be happy.”

The words “with me” went unspoken, though she was dying to let them out. Instead, well-manicured hands lifted the tips of her fingers to gently push some fallen strands of your hair from your face, as she studied you curiously. A feeling you both were on the precipice of something settled firmly within the witch’s chest. Wanda was fairly confident she knew exactly what that something was, but she wouldn’t plunge you into anything you weren’t yet ready to fall into.

Though certain in her assumptions, Wanda was unable to clearly read your surface thoughts. A jumbled mass of emotions, each thought no more than fleeting before another took its place, your mind was a whirlwind. The next steps had to be taken by you, and if you weren’t up for that yet, the redhead was content with where you both were at this moment.

A palpable tension filled the air, conveying an unspoken awareness that something transformative was about to occur. Anticipation lingered in the atmosphere, creating a delicate blend of nervousness and excitement. There was an understated, magnetic attraction that drew you closer to Wanda. Completely unaware as you were, enthralled by the alluring softness of her lips which stoked a longing within you to know if they felt as velvety as they appeared, you were unconsciously learning forward.

It was a moment of breathless expectation, where time seemed to stretch. The world had fallen away, leaving only the two of you suspended in the beauty of the impending inevitability. Eyes finally connecting with Wanda’s, a silent, mutual understanding was shared, and in that moment, you made a decision.

”May I…?” your voice a husky tremor, thick with emotion.

Never had Wanda found you more endearing than in that moment. Your innocent consideration that you would need to ask her permission after everything. As if she hadn't been waiting for this very moment for so long. As if this wasn’t what she had been waiting for since first discovering the Darkhold, and all the possibilities of a multiverse.

“Please, Y/N.” The witch’s reply was all but a breathy whisper.

As your lips and hers finally connected in a gentle, exploratory kiss, an electric current seemed to pass through their bodies, igniting a fire within your souls. It was a moment of pure magic, a culmination of all the emotions and desires that had been building between you both. Breaths mingled, blending together in a perfect harmony of passion and longing.

The softness of the kiss spoke volumes, revealing a depth of connection that you were certain words could never fully capture. A tender exchange, filled with a delicate balance of vulnerability and trust. Each touch, each movement of Wanda’s lips against yours, was deliberate, as if she was savoring every precious moment of this newfound intimacy with you.

With every passing second, the world around faded away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a bubble of pure bliss. Time seemed to stand still as you explored this uncharted territory together. A feeling as if something inside, you hadn’t known had been missing, was now perfectly slotted into place. Home.

When it came to kissing you, Wanda marveled at the stark contrasts between your Avenger variant, and you. While your other variant was self-assured, often taking command of a kiss with practiced skill, you, on the other hand, were gentle and tentative. It was evident that you were willing to let Wanda take the lead, which she found incredibly empowering, almost addictive. She knew she should probably take this first kiss slowly for you, however, your submissiveness was simply too delicious for her to pass up such an opportunity.

Long, slender fingers came to rest just under your jaw, firmly holding you close, Wanda using her body to press you harder against the wall, as if trying to merge your two bodies into one. A gasp escaped you at the length of the witch’s body pressed so intimately against you. Wanda, ever opportunistic, took advantage of your open mouth to deepen the kiss, her lithe tongue swiping softly at the seam of your lips in askance.

You couldn’t even fathom a moment where you would ever deny Wanda this request, opening your mouth to grant her the access she desired. Her skillful tongue sensually slid against yours, eliciting a barely suppressed whimper from you. With a little coaxing Wanda was able to entice your tongues to engage in a seductive dance, leaving you breathless and heady.

Eventually, the kiss broke, leaving both of you craving more. It had opened the door to a world of possibilities, and in that moment, everything changed. The bond between the pair of you had deepened more than you could know, and more than Wanda had hoped for. Despite initial reservations, your heart knew then you would follow Wanda anywhere, irrevocably tied to the witch forever. There was no one you wanted or trusted more.

While trying to catch your breath, no words were spoken. Taking this moment, your intrusive thoughts began creeping in because of course they were. Desperately you hoped the woman wouldn’t view the kiss as a mistake, praying that you measured up to your superhero counterpart. That you were truly what she had been looking for all this time, even if you weren’t anything special.

You would do anything to have her lips on yours again, and briefly a thought occurred to you that this woman could murder you, and you would probably thank her for the privilege. Therapy, maybe you should ask Wanda if she could get you in to see a therapist, because that wasn’t concerning at all.

It wasn't in you to feel ashamed just then though, not when the very thought resonated in your soul. Gods, was this what you had been missing your entire life? And it had been right under your nose, for ages you had been unknowingly depriving yourself, hellbent on self-sabotage.

As you finally caught your breath, the witch gazed at you hungrily, causing a shiver to race down your spine.

"What do you want, detka?" Wanda asked, voice sultry. She tilted her head as if curious, but in reality, she was relishing in your disheveled appearance, eyes raking over your blown pupils, and kiss-swollen lips. So responsive for her, and this was only a kiss. Your first kiss with her, to be specific. Wanting to completely ruin you, it took every ounce of self-restraint for Wanda to wait for your answer instead.

Chest heaving, your brain struggled to pull together enough brain cells in order to provide her with an answer. When you finally spoke, your voice had a throaty quality you had never heard before.

”You. I want you.”

Green eyes, the color of jade, sparkled in such delight they could have practically illuminated the room with their vibrant glow. As you stared into her mesmerizing gaze, you got lost in her presence. Your mind was a myriad of thoughts, unable to focus on anything else. Every word she spoke, every movement she made, had a profound impact on you. As if the witch had cast a spell over you, weaving her magic effortlessly, and you willingly succumbed to her enchantment, eager to be under her captivating influence.

A mischievous smile played upon her lips, adding an air of mystery to her already enchanting demeanor. The grin hinted at the hidden depths within her, the playful intentions that lied just beneath the surface. So, as Wanda’s mischievous smile lingered, you couldn't help but be drawn further into her web of enchantment, willingly surrendering yourself to the metaphorical spell she had cast.

"Oh, lyubov, will you let me ruin you?" she asked teasingly, her voice filled with impishness and a hint of excitement.

Swallowing nervously, you felt desire building deep within you. Your experiences in this matter were limited, but you trusted the former avenger all the same. Still, you had a sneaking suspicion that whatever Wanda had in store for you would likely test your limits, even if you had no idea what those were yet. Eagerly, you nodded, ready to throw yourself headlong into this unknown, trusting the witch implicitly.

The moment her silky lips met yours once again, a hunger ignited within her, surprising both of you with its intensity and passion. Wanda pulled you close, her fingers curled in your hair, keeping you in place as she plundered your mouth. You could do little but let her lead the way, trying not to embarrass yourself with how much she was turning you on. Her sharp teeth tugged on your lower lip before biting down hard enough to draw blood. A pitiful whine was barely restrained by you as Wanda lapped at the new wound she had caused.

Deciding to test your boundaries during the kiss, the redhead gently wrapped her other hand around your throat. Not tight enough to cut off your oxygen supply, but the pressure did restrict some of the blood flow to your brain, leaving you in a deliciously foggy haze. A breathy moan escaped you, which Wanda eagerly swallowed as you gladly ceded control of the kiss to her. Pride out the window, you were no longer capable of trying to withhold any sounds she could draw from you. Wanda found it delightful that so far you were proving to be the perfect little котёнок for her. The redhead eagerly anticipated discovering what other surprises you had in store for her.

The other hand not on your neck moved from your hair down to the first button of your shirt and hesitated. “Is this okay, Y/N?” She asked, voice surprisingly soft for someone who currently had one of their hands wrapped around your neck.

Sluggish thoughts hazy with lust, you nodded with what would have probably counted as an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm. Having someone as gorgeous as Wanda in front of you, asking for your consent, you found you couldn’t be bothered by your eagerness. You were a simp, and you were fine with that. Anything to get more of Wanda touching you.

The former Avenger grinned, finding you utterly adorable. She was charmed by how needy you were for her. Unable to help but revel in the power dynamics between you, relishing the opportunity to challenge your blissed-out mind and watch as you struggled to comply with her demands. It was a delightful game for Wanda, and she was going to have fun training you.

Before she could continue though, the witch wanted you to be absolutely sure. Regardless of how long she had waited for you, if you weren’t truly ready, Wanda didn’t want to push you. She wanted all of you, everything you had to give, but if you still weren’t ready, weren’t sure, she could wait. Wanda would wait forever if she had to.

“Lyubov moya, if you want me to stop at any point, just say the word, and I’ll stop immediately, okay? Full stop, I promise, and I won’t be upset with you.” she insisted, voice thick with longing as her nose grazed gently across yours in a reassuring manner.

Even now, Wanda was always putting your safety and happiness as her top priority, endearing her evermore to you. How could you have ever doubted that this woman had anything but your best interests at heart? The purest of intentions?

Knowing it was a bit over dramatic, while you appreciated her reassurances, if the witch didn’t do something in the next few seconds, you felt like you might combust. Releasing a needy whine, you hoped to convey your desperation to Wanda who only chuckled at your behavior.

“Relax, malyshka, I’ll take good care of you, I promise. But first, I need you to use your words, darling.” The hand on your throat easing its grip a little, allowing more blood to your brain, giving you back some of your intellectual capacity.

With Wanda’s body covering yours, you petulantly ground against her in the hopes of achieving any sort of friction, causing her lips to quirk upwards in an amused smirk. You weren’t going to get out of this until she had confirmation of your understanding, and if she happened to tease you into a petulant, writing mess in the process, well, that was just the cherry on top.

Giving in, you let out a keening whimper. “I understand Wands, please. Just touch me. Please!”

A wolfish grin overtook Wanda’s face at your begging. Green eyes locked with yours, and she could see the desire and longing in your eyes, mirroring her own. The way you looked at her, with a mixture of vulnerability and trust, made her heart flutter with a sense of joy and fulfillment. You were willing to surrender yourself to her guidance, to allow her to take the lead and shape you into the person she knew you could become. That kind of implicit trust and faith you had in her shot her arousal through the roof.

With each passing moment, Wanda's excitement grew, knowing that she had the opportunity to train and mold you into her perfect little котёнок. She relished the thought of all the fun games that lay ahead, confident in her ability to guide you towards your full potential. Your willingness to submit to her desires fueled her passion, making her all the more determined to own you completely. This power was the ultimate high, and she didn’t think she could ever get enough of it.

Her hand moved from your throat to wrap around your waist with a firm yet gentle grasp, pulling you closer to her in an undeniable display of ownership. The touch of her hand on your hip sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, igniting a fire within you that you had never experienced before. It was a possessiveness that transcended the boundaries of mere desire, a possessiveness that spoke volumes about the depth of her emotions for you.

Far from being suffocating, her dominance was a testament to the strength of your bond. A tangible manifestation of the passion that burned between the two of you, it was a flame that only grew stronger with each passing moment. Her assertive touch was a declaration, a proclamation of her utter devotion and fierce protectiveness towards you.

In that instant, you couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the intensity of her feelings. A sensation that both thrilled and comforted you, it was a magnetic pull that drew you closer to her with each passing second. Feeling as if you were the center of her universe, the focus of her unfaltering attention, and you visibly preened under her attentiveness. Your hands which were clenching the bottom of her shirt held fast, unwilling to let her move more than a few inches away.

Now that she had your consent and had subtly established your place with her, Wanda's svelte hands returned to the task of unbuttoning your shirt. Unable to resist the allure of your lips for long, she passionately kissed you once again. As your lips moved against each other with a sensual rhythm, Wanda swiftly unbuttoned your shirt. Before you knew it, your shirt was completely undone, revealing your torso to her exploring hands. A shiver ran through your body as her slightly cool palm pressed against your abdomen for the very first time, the gravity of her body pressing you further into the wall. While you had felt her touch on your skin before, it had never been this intimate, this exhilarating.

As her hand glided over your bare skin, heat coursed through your body, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. The flames within you steadily stoked by every caress. Your breath hitched as her touch lingered, tracing delicate patterns along your abdomen.

Growing desperate you deepened the kiss. Your hands instinctively reach for her, moving from the hem of her shirt to tangle in her hair as you pull her closer. The magnitude of the moment was almost too much, feeling the desire consuming you from within.

Wanda's lips slid against yours with a fervent hunger. Her roving hands continued their journey, tracing every curve and contour of your torso with an almost reverent touch, sending pleasure coursing through your body. As your lips moved in perfect synchrony, heightening your senses, it left you yearning for more. The room was filled with a heady mix of desire and anticipation, as you both gave in to the draw of the moment..

Lost in the haze of passion, you couldn't help but give yourself completely to Wanda's touch. The way she explored every inch of your body with a delicate yet possessive hand left you breathless, craving more of her commanding aura. It was a dance of pleasure and surrender, a symphony of sensations that left you craving her touch like a drug. You had never needed anyone or anything as much as you needed Wanda to continue doing whatever she wanted to you.

As the kiss broke, both of you gasped for air. Wanda, still breathing heavily, leaned back to take in the sight of your newly revealed skin, her eyes darkening with want. Though never having been confident in your own body, often choosing to cover up, to hide in your self-consciousness, the way Wanda was looking at you now though left no doubt she liked what she saw. Yet still your insecurities plagued you, especially now that you were no longer covered up and there was nothing for you to hide behind.

The witch didn’t need to read your mind to know where your thoughts were going. The expression on your face, the way you tried to curl in on yourself made it plain. Voice thick with desire, Wanda needed to reassure you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. Don’t ever let yourself believe otherwise.”

Though you didn’t truly believe her words, her tone and the way she held you like she couldn’t get enough was almost capable of convincing you in and of itself. You decided then that throwing yourself into this was the fastest way to get out of your head. Throwing caution to the wind, you slammed your lips against Wanda’s again, desperate for more of her.

Impatient, you couldn't resist the urge to guide Wanda's hands lower, craving for her to touch you more. Deft fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, sending a surge of pleasure shooting through you, and tearing a quiet gasp from your mouth. Your body responded eagerly to her every caress, arching into her hands, silently begging for more. Emboldened by your response, Wanda's touch grew daring, her kisses to your neck pressing harder leaving red welts that would purple over by tomorrow. Her marks on you would tell all who you belonged to. Her fingers began exploring your body with a newfound confidence. The touch was both gentle and possessive, leaving you with the utter clarity that she wanted to mark every inch of you as her own, even the parts of you no one else would ever see.

The room was filled with the sound of your shared breaths, heavy with desire. Feeling the urgency building within you, your body pressed closer to Wanda's, seeking to ease some of the pressure within. Her touch was all at once overwhelming yet not enough.

Determined to elicit every delicious sound she could from you, one of Wanda's hands finally moved to your breast. Gently she cupped it while her thumb teased you by gliding around your areola, avoiding your hardened bud. She took great enjoyment in your whimpers and gasps as she teased you. If she had it her way, she would keep you like this, never giving you quite what you wanted. Wanda would ease you into that eventually though. For now, this was enough.

Eventually she had mercy on you, letting her thumb lightly graze across your nipple. A deep, throaty groan emanated from within you, your hips bucking against hers, unbidden. Taking the opportunity you had presented her with, Wanda slotted her knee between your thighs, applying firm pressure just where you needed it most. You whispered an exhaled curse as your head slumped forward onto the older woman’s shoulder. Your grip on her tightened, the urge to just rut against Wanda’s leg nearly overpowering what little was left of your rational mind.

Wanda could feel the subtle grinding of your hips against her leg, and she encouraged it, pressing harder each time you arched towards her. The witch grasped your hips firmly, helping to set your rhythm as you desperately sought more friction between the apex of your thighs.

For someone who hadn't even taken off their pants yet, you were surprisingly worked up, but you were far too focused on chasing your high to be overly concerned about it. Sensing how close you were, Wanda pulled away from you, calling forth a keening whine from you. The older woman chuckled softly at your desperation. Her raspy voice next to your ear made you shudder.

"Patience, dorogoya, I don't want you to come just yet unless it's in my mouth or on my fingers."

Wholly unprepared for her words as you were, they almost single-handedly threatened to ruin the witch’s plans as you nearly came on the spot. Wanda was aware that you had likely never edged before, and while she should have shown some mercy, she found no enjoyment in that prospect. Her intention was to have you so drunk for her to the point where you would become a helpless, trembling wreck, willing to do anything she desired just to reach that peak. Then, she planned to repeatedly push you off that ledge so many times that you would be a boneless, quivering mess for her by the time she was done with you.

As her words hung in the air, you felt a mixture of anticipation and hesitation. This was a new territory for you, one that you weren't entirely sure of what you were getting into. But as you looked into Wanda's eyes, filled with desire and a touch of mischief, you couldn't deny your feelings. You wanted to experience everything she was willing to show you, to give yourself fully and trust in her to guide you through this journey of pleasure.

With a deep breath, you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper, "I trust you, Wanda."

A smug smile played on Wanda's lips as she gently held your cheek. "Good," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "I promise you won't regret it. Now, let’s take this to the bed.” She didn’t want your first time together to be rutting up against a wall.

Wanda grasped your hand, leading you the remainder of the distance to your shared bed. Once there the witch assisted you in removing the remnants of your clothes, gently pushing you backwards onto the bed. Before joining you, she took a moment to admire your naked body, as you looked up at her with a combination of desire and excitement. You were uncertain of her intentions, but the fact that you were willing to trust her filled Wanda's heart with joy.

With a gaze that could only be described as ravenous, she studied you and quietly uttered a curse. "Fucking exquisite" she husked, hoping to drive home her words from earlier.

Squirming under her intense gaze, you blushed deeply at her compliment. No one had ever called you that before, not in your entire life. The longer you laid there, alone under her scrutiny, the greater your need for Wanda grew. Before you could ask her to rejoin you, she was already removing her own clothes with purpose. You waited with bated breath, as Wanda revealed her body which you swore could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Honestly, you thought it was a little unfair for someone to look so perfect. You felt absolutely privileged to be in this moment with her, that she had chosen you of all people to witness her glory. No one you had ever seen, in person or even on tv could compare. Wanda was a goddess, and you wanted to worship at her altar.

The redhead knew she was an attractive woman, but your loud thoughts were giving her quite the ego boost. She had you right where she wanted you, but Wanda would be damned if she allowed your self-deprecation to continue. There was not a single doubt in her mind that you were equally deserving to be here with her.

“Your thoughts are loud, malyshka.” She almost giggled at how red your face turned when she called you out, reminding you of her powers, and your gaze dropped.

“While I’m flattered, darling, you need to know.” Wanda said with certainty as she began crawling up the bed towards you. Once she had crawled up the length of your body, the witch trailed her fingertips along your thigh, and up your torso to your face. Curling a graceful finger under your chin, she tilted your face upwards until you made eye contact.

“You are stunning, lyubov moya. There is no one else I would want to be here with right now. Not in the entire multiverse, believe me, I’ve looked. No one but you. Can you trust me on that, Y/N?”

Green eyes searched Y/E/C for any sign of lingering insecurity. With the witch looking at you so earnestly, your doubts faded into the background. They would likely never be completely silent, but in this moment, those thoughts were just white noise. Speaking was currently too difficult for you so instead you simply nodded at her words.

No longer able to hear your uncertainty as loudly, Wanda felt you were ready to continue. “Good, but just to make sure, I’m going to show you.”

Before you could ask what she meant, Wanda kissed you again. Her hand, which was previously under your chin, caressed down your chest and cupped your breast. She gave it a gentle squeeze, causing a soft sound to escape your throat.

As Wanda's touch re-ignited the flicker of pleasure within you, her lips and tongue traced a path of heated kisses down your neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva behind. Her skilled hand continued to explore your body, evoking an oeuvre of gasps and moans. Eventually, her lips settled on one of the places you desired the most, enveloping your nipple.

Once Wanda's lips closed around your hardened bud, a jolt of pleasure shot through your body, causing you to arch your back in response. Her tongue teased and circled the sensitive bud, sending ecstasy pulsating through your veins. While Wanda continued to lavish attention on your aching nipple, her other hand trailed down your body, caressing and exploring every inch of your skin. The combination of her skilled touch and the intense pleasure coursing through your body made it difficult to think or focus on anything else.

Her hand continued its exploration, gliding over your skin with a feather-light touch. Every brush of her fingertips, each flick of her tongue against you sent your arousal to new heights. Your senses were completely consumed by her, the world around you fading once again into a distant blur.

Completely at Wanda's mercy, you found yourself basking in her every touch and caress. The pleasure she was bestowing upon you was the best high you had ever felt, addictive and irresistible. Your mind was filled with a primal need, a craving for more of the pleasure that only she could provide.

Wanda switched breasts, moving to lavish attention on the other one ensuring it didn't feel neglected. Her hand continued to tease your flesh, raising goosebumps to form on your skin.

Unable to sit still, your own hands came up to tangle themselves in the redhead’s hair. Head held firmly in place by you, Wanda's hand slid lower, exploring the wetness that had pooled between your thighs. Svelte fingers teased your entrance, and you gasped as the anticipation nearly undid you. Back arched, begging for more, you whispered a “please!”

Helpless to deny your plea, Wanda's fingers dipped inside you, your slick allowing them to slide in with ease. You moaned lowly as she began to move her fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling and stroking against your most sensitive spots. The pleasure built within you, radiating through your body like an electric current.

Your hands tightened in her hair, pulling her closer to you as your hips instinctively rocked against her hand, seeking deeper pleasure. Wanda matched your movements, her pace increasing, driving you closer to the edge. Her lips found yours once again, swallowing your moans as the pleasure consumed you.

The room was filled with the sound of your shared breaths, the wet, almost obscene sound of her fingers moving inside you, and the symphony of your pleasure. Each stroke of her fingers sent you spiraling further into this rapturous euphoria, your body trembling with desire.

Lost in the carnality of the moment, you could feel the heat building within you, the pressure mounting until you were teetering on the edge. Sensing your imminent release, Wanda's fingers quickened their pace, driving you towards oblivion. Moans growing louder, they mingled with the sound of your ragged breaths.

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” She asked, voice dripping sweetly with lust, not letting up the pace even a little. The woman knew what she was doing to you, and couldn’t resist drawing it out just a bit.

Beneath her, you squirmed and bucked in place, desperation eeking off you in waves. You hadn’t exactly had many partners to begin with, and you had certainly never been especially vocal with any of them. Wanda couldn't have you being all shy on her now though. She wanted to hear each and every sound she could possibly draw out of you as proof of how good she was making you feel, her fingers hitting that special spot deep inside of you that had always been just out of your own reach.

“Now dorogaya, use your words. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me? If you can’t answer me then I guess I should stop.” Wanda slowed her pace and you all but wailed your frustration.

“Yes, yes I’m going to come. I’m so close, Wands, please don’t stop!”

Truthfully that should have been enough for her but sadistically she wanted to push your boundaries further still. She smirked at your pleas.

“I won’t stop, Y/N, but you can’t come until I give you permission.”

You didn’t think you had ever been on such a precipice of euphoria before. It was right there if only Wanda would let you. Part of you wanted to ignore what she said and let yourself go, but the part of you that yearned to be good for her won out in the end.

You begged pitifully. “Please Wanda, please let me come! I’ll be your good girl, please, just let me come!” You would say anything the woman wanted as long as she would let you finally finish.

It was positively sinful how your submission made Wanda feel. She wanted to experience you like this every day for the rest of your lives. The tremor of your voice as you begged, how quickly and completely you accepted her commands, it was positively sublime.

“Well when you beg so prettily for me, how can I resist? Be a good girl, Y/N - come for me.” Her fingers curled deliciously, mercilessly hitting your new favorite spot.

With Wanda’s permission, the world shattered around you as your orgasm crashed over. Your body convulsed with exquisite hedonism, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Wanda's name were the only words from your mouth as you rode the high, your orgasm careening over you in a tidal wave of pleasure.

For Wanda, feeling your wet heat tighten around her fingers, practically refusing to allow her to pull back to even help you through your peak, was so perfect. You didn’t know it, but it was enough to make Wanda topple over the edge alongside you, her head dropping to the crook of your neck while she whispered sweet nothings in your ear, struggling to bring you gently down from your high.

As the aftershocks of your release subsided, Wanda gently withdrew her fingers, her touch lingering for a moment before she pressed a soft kiss to your lips. She held you close, her presence a comforting anchor as you came down from the heights of pleasure. You whimpered at the feeling of emptiness after being so joyously full.

Breathless and sated, you nestled into her embrace, feeling a profound sense of contentment and connection. And as you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt that this was just the beginning of something beautiful between you both. You had made the decision to trust Wanda with your body, heart, and soul, and in this moment, everything felt so right.

Wanting to return the favor, and make Wanda feel as good as you did, but as you tried to shift in her embrace, the former avenger simply held you tighter. Feeling rejected, you wilted in her arms. Perhaps you had already failed to live up to her expectations, so much so that she didn’t even want you to touch her. How heartbreaking to have failed so soon, to never get the chance to prove yourself.

Voice soft, Wanda alleviates your fears. “Not tonight, darling. Tonight was all about you. Rest with me for a little while, detka, I just want to hold you. May I do that, Y/N?”

Murmuring a quiet assent, you settled into the comfort Wanda provided. You both laid there, basking in the intimacy you both had just shared, feeling content and happy. It wasn’t long until your eyes began to droop, signifying you were about to nod off.

Sensing how close you were to sleep, the witch gently roused you. She giggled at your grumblings for the disruption but insisted you both needed to clean up. Shaking your head, you whined as you tried to hold her in place with you, unwilling to let her go for any reason. Wanda had to actively restrain herself from cooing at your adorable stubbornness.

“Come on now, it’ll be just a few minutes and then we can go back to sleep, okay darling?”

Petulantly you shook your head, and Wanda full on belly laughed, holding you tightly to her while she did so. Her laughter was infectious, and you couldn’t help but chuckle as well, knowing you were being a bit ridiculous.

Eventually, both of you calmed down, and Wanda pulled away from your embrace, mentioning that she would be right back. You let her go, but you pouted the entire time she was in the bathroom. After a few moments, you could hear the sink running, and then the witch returned to you with a warm, damp washcloth in her hand. With an unprecedented level of care, Wanda cleaned between your legs, removing any trace of the night's activities, while being mindful not to overstimulate you.

“There we go, detka. All clean. Let me just throw this in the sink, and we can go to sleep.”

Doing exactly as she had said, Wanda quickly returned, swiftly maneuvering her way into the cozy bed beside you. With a few gentle movements, she skillfully arranged the soft sheets to envelop both of you, creating a warm and comfortable cocoon.

Once she was finished setting up the sheets, you wasted no time in crawling back into her arms, burying your face into the divot where her neck and shoulder met. You felt like you had been through the wringer, but in the best way. When she had gotten up to clean you both, with her no longer being in your arms, your emotions had run all over the place. Now all you wanted was to be as physically close to the redhead as possible, to reassure yourself that she wasn’t abandoning you after such a vulnerable act.

Wanda was not at all opposed. Quite thrilled in fact, and as she held you, one hand came to gingerly trace random shapes along the side of your face, whispering nonsensical words of love and solace. Pillowy lips placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

As you drifted off to sleep, feeling safer and happier than in your entire life, you heard Wanda whisper in her native tongue. You were curious, but too far gone to ask her what she meant.

“я так люблю тебя, дорогая. (I love you so much, darling.) I promise I will always keep you safe, and I will never let you go.”

A/N 2: ... Why do I have a higher word count for a chapter with smut than any other chapter? .... Reasons. We're going with "reasons". So uhhh... yay? nay? Yeet myself off a cliff? Also if anyone wants to be added to the taglist just lemme know in the comments.

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kyber-crystal · 10 months

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For requests, maybe something with rooster where you like to play little tiktok pranks on him. like imagine telling him you paid $200 for premium air in your tires or supergluing a jar and he can't open it lol 😭😭 I just think he would have the best reactions to all of them

HAIJHSOJNSOJXN I JUST BUST OUT LAUGHING READING THIS (also despite being on tiktok i’m not super up to date on all the pranks bc they haven’t shown up a lot on my fyp. but i HAVE seen some stuff here and there so i will mostly be going off that haha). anyway i’m so sorry this was genuinely so cringe bc i haven’t done headcanons in a while but i hope it makes u laugh anyway :)) i have a better one shot coming your way i promise

rooster is the prankster of the group

but there’s only one person that can outdo him: you

this man practically falls to his feet when he sees you and worships the ground you walk on and somehow YOU CANT SEE IT

what this basically means is he will literally drop whatever he’s doing to listen to you

miraculously, cyclone is in a good mood, and thus decides to grant everyone three days off

this is the perfect time for you to mess with little rooster’s head :)

you know you go to the beach to play volleyball every friday. and this friday is supposed to be the hottest day of the month

this means that rooster will burn almost as quickly as he tans

while he’s busy chatting up some “game plan” with coyote, you swap out the sunscreen spray in his jacket pocket for baby oil

SO THEN he comes over to put it on, and not even ten seconds later he’s all shiny and sparkly and you try your hardest not to laugh (and gawk a little bc holy that man is TONED)

you’re able to get about 2 rounds in when he notices

“why do i smell like i just waltzed through a lavender field.”

“hmmmmmmmmm no idea” you smiled at him innocently

“it was you, wasn’t it” and he goes chasing after you as you shriek at the top of your lungs

(he managed to tackle you down and although you get a bit sand in your mouth and hair you count it as a win because you took him completely by surprise AND you got to see his bare chest but you wouldn’t fucking dare admit that to him, his ego is big enough as it is. rooster 0-you 1)

ok later that evening @ the hard deck, he’s on a phone call with one of his old college friends. for this one, you team up with hangman to hand him some of the most random things while he’s talking

you start off normal at first, like with a beer, then your hair tie (he always wears at least 3-4 of these on his wrist bc you always end up needing one at some point in the week.)

then hangman hands him a cube of ice. literally a cube of ice. but rooster barely reacts to this and just pops it into his mouth

then a lightbulb goes off in your head

knowing that rooster has an irrational fear of ladybugs, you quickly go out to the back to find one

then you come back and hold your hand out to him

and rooster, being rooster, LOVES physical contact (especially if it’s from you), and takes your hand in his as he continues talking

but then the bright red ladybug crawls onto his wrist and he almost immediately hangs up, drops the phone, and SCREAMS in the middle of the bar

you and hangman share a secret high five at this

but ALSOOO you kind of feel bad for scaring the shit out of the poor guy

that night you’re too lazy to walk back to your place so rooster offers to let you stay with him

and duh you say yes (it’s def bc you’re getting extra opportunities to pull pranks on him and not bc you have a fat crush on him and are hoping he’ll notice even though you’re the least obvious lil shit and prefer to show you care ab him by asking if he wants anything from costco or his fav restaurant down the street)

he ends up sleeping in the next morning, and you’re up pretty early, so you decide to make breakfast

you make a mental note to yourself to go on a grocery run together next week bc you were almost out of strawberry jam

he comes downstairs w/ messy hair and sits down at the counter

and he tries to open the jar of jam

but it won’t budge

he keeps trying for a minute straight but then gives up

so his eyes immediately go over to you and you play dumb

“i didn’t do anything i swear!”

“y/n.”

“i’m innocent!”

“y/n.”

he suddenly brushes your cheek with his thumb and you find this a bit strange since it’s so sudden. and still, your heart does that annoying thing where it skips a beat every time he touches you

“superglue…” he murmured. “i wonder how that got here?”

hahahahahahahaha you sure wonder. it’s not like you stole it while he was sleeping one night

anyway

later that night you ask him if he wants to go for a drive down by the coastline and he says yes.

“yknow, i paid $200 to get premium air for these bad boys!” you told him as you started the engine.

“you…what…”

“for my tires!”

he looks flabbergasted

“y/n, i think you got scammed”

“ok”

you keep driving anyway, the car did NOT feel any different like the mechanic promised it would

but you were no way in hell about to admit that to an already smug looking bradley bradshaw

rooster has finally, FINALLY started to catch onto your antics

so he starts scheming all week to figure out how to get back at you

during this week you’re extremely busy flying back and forth with payback, lessons with maverick, and staying up way too late with phoenix to talk about the latest season of your favorite show

so you don’t even notice that he hasn’t been around for a hot min

then one thursday afternoon right after you got out of the shower, you get a text from him that tells you he’s grabbing some fancy dinner with the guys in an hour and to dress fancy

this has you SCRAMBLING to change bc the place he’s referring to is absolutely legendary

so you show up to the restaurant all polished up and find him in a private booth in the back

“hey…”

rooster is suddenly speechless bc when he told you to dress nice, he didn’t expect you to look like an actual angel

“y/n…you look beautiful”

“thank you…but hey, where is everyone?”

“running a bit late, they should be here soon”

so you order first and wait. and wait. but nobody else shows up

and suddenly the space between you two felt like it had been chopped in half and now you were sitting a lot closer than you remembered

“okay i lied, i’m sorry” he says all of a sudden and you’re like huh tf u talkin ab “i never asked them to come. this is a date. we’re on a date.”

“we are?”

“yes”

so in the end…it’s ultimately you who gets pranked :)

:) :) :) :) :)

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kxxkiecxre · 1 year

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ʚ✟⃛ɞ US, TRUST, LOVE .ʚ✟⃛ɞ JJK

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

SUMMARY: a little party never hurt no body… right?

WARNINGS: sex. Mentions of sex. Mixed/unresolved feelings. Drinking, hangover. Etc.

GENRE: best friends brother au

WC: no clue. Too lazy to actually find out haha. Enjoy this!

Previously… next…

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THERE was no way Jungkook was seeing what he was right now. It felt as if he was about to pop, explode all over the kitchen counter as he sipped on his drink. As if all the non alcoholic drinks were actually laced, making him nauseated. Or maybe it was the fact you were on the table, dancing with Yeji and a few other girls, screaming your lungs out.

Your entire body moved fluidly with the song, bumping and grinding against some girl he had no idea of. Your head thrown back on her shoulder, her hands in your hair as she pecked your shoulder, and though Jungkook knows you wouldn’t go for another person while sleeping with him, he couldn’t seem to extinguish the pure jealousy in the depth of his stomach.

What made him nauseous was the fact you were about to fall of the table and you were shooing him away, telling him to leave. And he was about two seconds away from jumping out his skin when your heeled foot would come too close to the edge of the poorly built table.

He wasn’t jealous you were having fun, no. He was actually happy, and seeing you like this made his mind spiral into places he didn’t currently need it to be. What made him jealous is the fact that you could so freely dance against the girl the way he wanted you to dance with him. But he couldn’t, not when Yeji was there, already suspecting both of you since your first rendezvous.

You did a great job in hiding your hickeys, until you stretched, and your stomach was revealed in purple bruises trailing down to your pelvis. You made up some shitty story about a one night stand, but she wasn’t 100% convinced, especially when Jungkook smiled at you and you smiled back, explaining to her how you made up last night.

She bought the story for now, but another slip up and she’d one hundred percent figure it out.

“Kook, she needs to go home, like right now. She’s far too drunk” Yeji yelled over the music.

“ I know that! But she isn’t listening” he mimicked her tone.

“Goddamit! You’re thrice the size of her, pick her up and throw her in your car and bring her home safely before she breaks her leg!” She scoffs.

He looked at her for a whole second, not saying anything, “fine”.

He stalked to the table, trying to figure out how to grab you without you trashing around in his hold, but the second he reached the table, you yelled out no, distancing yourself the slightest bit.

He gave you a warning look, to which you poked your tongue out and he sighed, god you got so brave and bratty when you’re drunk, “y/n, down now!”

“No” you shook your head giggling, “I’m having fun Kookie, can’t you see?”

“Yes I can see that,” he agreed, “but I can also see that you’re about one drink away from ending up in the hospital. Down, now”.

“I’m not your dog, Jungkook, let me be happy!” You fought back, just as he presumed you would.

He knew this would happen, which is why he leaned forward, grabbing the back of your knees and throwing you over his shoulder, ignoring your protests and the way you slapped his back cursing him out. Damn you’re so brave when you’re drunk, you’d never behave like this sober.

Nodding to Yeji she gives him the green light to go, and so he does, holding you with one arm wrapped around your waist and the other opening the entrance door of the house, the second he’s in safe distance, his palm meets your soft ass hidden behind your satin red dress, you gasped followed by a whimper.

“That hurt Kook” you whined.

“I’m aware” he says.

“It was also hot” you chuckled, snorting afterwards.

Jungkook shook his head, dropping you onto your butt in the passenger seat of his Benz, still protesting, “I’m not even drunk I promise”.

“That’s very convincing, did it ever work on anyone?” He scoffed, buckling your seatbelt.

“I don’t think so”

“Yeah, I figured” he chuckled, closing your door but not before switching the door to child lock, he went around the car, sliding into the drivers side, and sighing deeply.

“You’re such a party pooper when you’re sober”.

“And you’re such a spoiled brat when you’re drunk” he countered, starting the engine and pulling out of the parking spot swiftly.

“I am not spoiled!”

“You are, you’re also quite brave when you’re drunk” he added, one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested between his legs lazily.

“Just cause you’ve a big dick doesn’t mean I’ve to listen to you” you grumbled, pouting slightly while looking out the window.

“Keep being so bratty and you won’t be getting any of this dick anymore”.

Now that is a warning that had you silent, only side eyeing him as you pouted, arms crossed over your chest and an incoherent sentence leaving your pretty lips before you whined, “I forgot my phone!!!”

“I have it” he says, smirking at you as he stopped at a red light.

“Stop looking at me like that”.

“Like what”

“Like a predator” you said, putting your palm on top of his lazily rested one, intertwining your fingers with his and digging your nails gently into the inside of his thigh.

“You’re so beautiful” he murmured, the lights flashing to green, reflecting in his eyes as he pulled off and into the city.

“So are you” you brought his hand to yours, softly pecking his soft hand as he practically melted into the seat, smiling to himself as you continued pecking his hand.

“I appreciate you, you know that?” You mumbled softly, afraid of the pulsing feeling in your chest.

“I know,” he spoke softly, “ I hope you know I appreciate you too.”

“I know” you smiled, looking out the window with a small grin.

The blooming and pounding feelings in your chest scared both of you, it’s not something Jungkook has felt before, you however have, at least something similar to this, except these feelings are ten fold more powerful than with your ex, and that, that scares the life out of you, because you’re not sure if it’s okay, if it’s returned. What would Yeji say? She’d probably hate you.

Reaching your house too quickly snapped you out of your drunken thoughts, not willing to let go of the warmth of his palm, “stay with me tonight?”.

He leaned back into his seat, staring into your eyes intently, “give me a reason”.

No matter what, he’d still stay, in fact the second you asked the question he knew the answer. He just wanted to tease you, in return though, he was met with your cat like gaze, and a smirk on your lips, “did you know… that,” your face so close to his own he could smell the cherry vodka of you, “morning sex is a great hangover remedy?”

His brows shot up, playing your little game so well, “oh really? Mmm I must try it then.”

“You could,” you whispered, eyes focused on his red lips, “tomorrow morning?”

“That quick? Damn, seems like I can’t pass up a chance like that” his voice was husky, melting you like fire to ice.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t pass it up”.

His lips brushed yours and you could feel yourself getting more intoxicated by him, but all too soon his body was further away from you, his hand leaving yours before he chuckled at your pout, and exited the car helping you out before leading you to your apartment door carefully.

Stumbling into your living room with a giggle, you immediately go for the zipper of your red dress, struggling as you wobbled side to side, heels clicking off the floor which each shaky step you took. Jungkook sighed, rubbing his face to rid himself of the slight fatigue.

“Let me help you” he says, stabilising your rocky body by holding your hips with his hands, palms completely engulfing your hip bones. Your back to his front as his rough fingers pulled the zipper down, helping you pull the dress off, he licked is lips, the sight of you in your matching black and nude lacy lingerie had his breathing picking up in pace, but ever the gentleman, he shook himself out of his horny state, and sat you down carefully on the arm rest of the sofa.

Dropping to his knees, you watched as he gently lifted your left leg, hand rubbing up and down softly as he pecked your calve, before untying the silver heel and setting your foot free, doing the exact same to the other leg, kissing upon both legs as he slowly lifted off the ground. He towered over you, pushing himself between your legs as he gently grabbed your head and kissed your forehead, before pecking your lips in the sweetest kiss possible, melting all the ice possible, gosh he’s so cute.

“Let’s get you changed into something comfortable” he says, humming after in question Before your palm moulded into his and he lead you to your room.

“I’ve your shirt in the bottom drawer” you mumbled in no shame at all, but should he be surprised when he’s literally spent more time at your place than at his own? Aside of training of course.

Pulling the shirt out as asked, he comes back around to you still sitting in the same position on the bed as he left you in, dropping the folded shirt beside you before he reached around you and unhooked your bra in one swift motion.

“Can you get my granny panties for me? Please” you asked so cutely, for a second he was confused at your request, or more specifically on what granny panties meant, before it clicked in his head that you meant your comfortable underwear.

Trying to suppress his smile, he turned back around to your drawer, already knowing where you store your so called granny panties since he’s had to get them for you multiple times when you start your period unexpectedly, grabbing his favourite ones, pink with black little hearts, he sets it out on the bed as well.

“Aw you even got the brief ones! God you’re the best, you know that?” You mumbled to him as he stood you up once again.

“They’re my favourite ones, they beat all the sexy ones” he smirks, confessing his little secret as he slides your thong down your legs, your hands on his shoulders as you step out of them.

“This looks familiar” your voice held such a teasing tone, your brows wiggling as he looked up at you briefly, he grabbed the underwear he set out for you and started putting them on you, once he reached your hips he snapped the black band on your skin gently, before laying a sweet kiss below your belly button.

He helped you put your (his) shirt over you head, before quickly helping you take your makeup off and joining you in bed, arm wrapped around your waist as he kissed between your shoulder blades, “you mean the world to me”.

He must have thought you were asleep, because as his nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck, he kissed a sweet spot and muttered, “what are you doing to me Y/N”.

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Jungkook was beyond patient, sitting with you in the kitchen as you groaned that you were going to throw up, though it never actually happened. He rubbed your back, helped you brush your teeth and then sat you down at the counter, now actively blending his perfect hangover cure, as he likes to call it.

“I’m never drinking again” you whimper, head down on the counter, cheek pressed against the coldness to help your hot temperature.

“I’ve heard that come out of your mouth far too many times.” He scoffed with a light chuckle.

“I mean it this time” you countered.

The cup was smacked onto the counter in front of you, his tattooed hand gripping the cup tightly “drink up”.

“Kook that looks like something a dog threw up” the yellow liquid thick and foaming at the top.

“Yeah but it helps. So drink”

“I am not putting that in my mouth”

He leaned against the counter, both palms holding his weight as he looked you in the eyes, a small smirk playing amongst his lips, “I’ve seen you take other things in your mouth, don’t act soft now”.

Cheeks heating up quite quickly, you bite your tongue hold your breathe and gulp the drink down. There was definitely turmeric and ginger in it, and maybe a hint of garlic, all in all it was spicy and hideous and you’d much rather use his cum as a hangover cure than this, seeming as he didn’t bother to throw on a shirt on his top half.

“Good girl” he praised, your mind immediately shutting down at the praise.

“Don’t say that” you whined, lips pouted.

“Why? Bet you’re wet hm?” He was quick with his response, rounding the counter and breathing on your neck, pecking a sweet kiss on your soft spot.

The morning was spontaneous, him buried deep inside you, taking you on the counter like the first time you connected like this with him. It was sweet, hot and satisfying.

The more you spend time with him, though, the more you realise how your heart flutters at his voice, the way you find everything about him endearing and comforting, like he’s perfect. Because in your eyes he is, despite the fact that more than a half a year ago you hated him, well no, actually, you always had some sort of thing for him. Ever since you befriended Yeji at just 12 years old.

You watched him go from a doe eyed boy to a man, a man full of tattoos, seduction and so goddamn hot.

But somewhere between your teen years, you’ve realised you had a thing for his round bug eyes, silky like chocolate and big like buttons. He told you silly jokes, played basketball with you when Yeji wasn’t home from her dance practices yet.

He’s always been kind hearted, you knew that. But somewhere between the line of infatuation and undeniable desire, you’ve found a smear, of which could only be described as faux hatred. Though it was far from any malicious feelings. It was jealous, strong palpable jealousy and anger. Because you didn’t believe Jungkook saw you as anything more than his sisters best friend. He had many friends, girlfriends and flings, and you couldn’t see yourself mixed in that crossfire. But you were wrong.

Now you think, at least, there’s a slight chance? Right? Well, you’re not sure. You hope there is, now that both of you roamed the very thin crack of a situation-ship, but that’s exactly what it is. It’s fragile, like a sheet of ice. If one of you got too intense, engulfed with the flames of the raging fire between each others tension and want, you could melt it. Dissipate it just like the sun would.

If one of you so much as took a heavier step, it’d crack, break and get swallowed by whatever is beneath it. Perhaps, the slight distrust? The dithering and apprehensive feelings?. It already had small cracks for the previous argument. Where both of you got burned, flew just right before the sun, igniting and scorching a hand full of feathers of your wings. You only got so much to spare of them.

The feelings mixed into this were fearful. At least on your part. They were frantic, barely tameable. Soaring so high it could suffocate you. You knew that.

Yet somehow, you still found yourself in the compromising position of being impaled by his dick once again.

The sex this time was different. It was a lot more intimate. So much was mixed into it. The way his lips kissed you, they had a certain need behind them. They could barely leave yours, and if they did it was only to share another few pecks to your chest and neck. The strokes of his cock were gentle, slow and deep. Meaningful almost. The way his fingers intertwined with yours above your head, and his skin was practically melting with yours. You were sure you would smell him on your body after.

His eyes held something close to undeniable admiration. You could see it, by the way his forehead rested against yours, eyes locked, both breathing into each other, letting your breathes mix, his lips hovering over yours, teasing. It was all different, a whole new territory. And it was so unhealthy for your mind.

Jungkook, wasn’t good for your health.

It shouldn’t be helpful for you. The constant sex with the unresolved feelings. God it was a mess. Such a beautiful wary mess. But you loved. You loved every part of it, the way your legs are clamped around his waist, nails digging into the pits of his back, his hand on your thigh and the other stroking your hair softly as you ride each others highs out.

Cuddling wasn’t generally a part of the post sex routine. But it was nice, to have him curl his arm around you, pulling your back into chest. Nose nuzzled into your hair and lips pecking your head.

“We have a lot to discuss.” He whispered so softly into your ear, both of you dozing off.

“I know”.

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A/N: anyway, this was so short and simple but guys the way I literally forgot I had a short book to finish off lmfao 😭

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ruershrimo · 19 days

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from ‘take me back (take me with you)’, chapter 5:

@mechalily iwnsjsbsb I actually never thought about that!

(long explanation ahead)

one thing about the cancer though, is that though I’ve never stated what type it is, it’s probably something like myeloma or lymphoma (iirc?? I base things in the series a lot on my own experiences even if it isn’t a self-insert haha).

I also can’t remember if I stated this when [name]’s father introduced the technique, but usually users of cell manipulation can’t really see (?) the cells just by touching that spot or anything— they really do have to study the biology behind it and visualise everything correctly for it to work (I think I did mention reader needing to use a microscope for their cursed technique in… chapter 2? chapter 3? oh dear, I’m so sorry— I can’t remember TvT), so it’s quite a tricky technique to use and comes with more drawbacks than advantages, really… (the only advantage is that this could be used to heal. but even still, a person with rct like shoko could heal as well or even better without needing that biology knowledge necessary for cell manipulation).

basically, what I’m getting at here is that the mother probably has a blood cancer, so her cancer cells are all around in her body. the father lacks the precision, probably, as well as the cursed energy to eradicate all her cancer cells, or to expedite any processes for T cells (if I remember correctly, that’s what they’re called) to get rid of her cancer cells. even if the father may have been an expert, age has certainly worn him down and now he’s probably,,, well. this isn’t stated, because it isn’t really important and I want people to decide how things are for themselves, but his daughter has nearly surpassed him at her young age.

I do admit that this was lazy writing on my part, though— I wasn’t able to think of that. but I’ve always thought of it like this: no matter what happens to the father or the mother, either of them can’t do anything. even for [name]— even if they can affect her through words, in the end she can still ignore them regardless. while they’re a source of motivation for her at times and a reason she does certain things, if either of them die or anything, all that the other can do is nothing at all. I hope that makes sense ;v;,,, I’m also really sorry if I sound defensive throughout this— I promise I’m not. I’m just trying to come up with a reasoning for the plot to still hold up while explaining some things behind it as well 😭. (that said, i’m not an expert on this or anything, so please feel free to correct me on what I’ve gotten wrong!! hehehe)

and about them being annoying hypocrites for parents,,, well,,, they do love her a lot, I’ll say that. sometimes our parents pull stuff like this even if they’re wrong— even if they love her, they’re bound to screw up. [name] IS their only child, and they are quite immature people, still.

but thank you so much for commenting, and thank you again for commenting so quickly! I’m actually quite happy that you brought this up, because I really like to explain the things behind this goofy, silly little series that I haven’t had the chance to state or explain in the story itself.

so, thank you so much!! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ have a good day or night :) <333

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pink-booty-butts · 10 months

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Oodles o’ Noodles (Ariel Conroy x Reader Smut)

(one of my fav lines he says haha)

Pairing: Ariel x fem!Reader

Word Count: 2,742

Summary: Based on an anon request! You’re Jamie’s girlfriend but Ariel doesn’t like that so he kidnaps you and you have sex :D

Warnings: smut obvi, minors pls go read something else! Not proof read! Ariel being a stalker, a kidnapper, obsessive etc etc. cheating (poor Jamie </3), degradation, hair pulling.

A/N: thank you so much for the request anon!! i really love getting requests and i’m sorry it takes so long for me to to do them sometimes!! I haven’t written in forever so I’m sorry if this sucks and if ariel is ooc! I hope you and everyone else enjoys! :)

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You sigh. You stand up and gather your things; tired of pretending to be productive while you waited for your boyfriend to show. Just as you were leaving the coffee shop—a cheery little bell signaling your exit—your phone rang. You continue walking as you pick up.

“Darling, I’m so, so sorry I know I’m late it’s just going to be a little while longer,” he panics over the phone.

“It’s fine Jamie, don’t worry about it. We can reschedule,” you tell him. You were being truthful, of course. Though you were admittedly slightly disappointed he didn’t show, you knew Jamie was a busy man and that’s what you signed up for. You could hardly fault him for prioritizing an emergency that involved people’s money being stolen.

Jamie breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he swears. “Maybe I could stop by later? When this is all over?” he asks hopefully.

“Sure, that sounds nice,” you respond.

“Great!” he says quickly before you can say anything else. “I’m sorry love I’ve got to go, the police just arrived. I’ll see you later, love you!” He hangs up before you can reciprocate, so you continue your walk to the grocery store.

Unbeknownst to you, a man was scrambling up the stairs to the window of his house to get a closer look at you. A convenient shadow cast over the area next to the window, so he positioned himself within it so he was mere inches away while you walked past. Ariel had gotten as close to you before, of course, and he had seen you in much more intimate settings through his cameras; but this was the first time you got close to him. You didn’t know it, but Ariel took this chance meeting as a sign. His plans needed to be accelerated—you were going to be his by tonight.

While you were busy looking at what produce to buy, Ariel was rummaging through his notes. He had stacks upon stacks of notebooks, loosely scribbled-on napkins, and sticky notes on the logistics of how best to bring you into his life. As he began riffling through them he kept your image on his monitors, looking up at you ever now and then with gleeful excitement at the though that today would be the last day he’d have to settle for your pixelated image.

By the time you were done grocery shopping you were absolutely exhausted. On your walk to the train station you briefly considered making one of your regular meals with the groceries you just purchased, but decided you’d much rather have a lazy night in and relax until Jamie showed up at your place. Before walking down the steps to get on the train going home you placed a delivery order with one of your favorite restaurants, making sure to order Jamie’s favorite dish too for when he got off work. Once you finish doing so you pick up your grocery bags again and begin your short journey home.

You arrive at your doorstep and are briefly puzzled as to why your food order wasn’t waiting on your doorstep. You shrug and enter your home, figuring there was some kind of delay or traffic that was holding up your delivery driver.

You enter your kitchen and begin putting your groceries away, and by the time you are finished and about to check your delivery app, the doorbell rings. You leave your phone on the counter to open the door, and are greeted with a familiar looking delivery man. Before you have time to process why a man who looks exactly like your boyfriend is delivering your food, you feel something stab your neck and your vision goes black.

You wake up with a throbbing headache. You slowly blink your eyes open, and as your vision focuses you realize you have no idea where you are. You attempt to stand up, but are quickly prevented from doing so as the handcuff around your wrist yanks you back to the bed leg you are tied to. Your heart begins to race as you attempt to use your free hand to remove your restraints, but a voice begins to speak.

“Don’t do that babe, you’ll hurt yourself,” he warns affectionately. You look around the room for the source of the voice, and all you can see is a pair of boots standing at the top of the stairs leading out of the basement you are currently in. You attempt to lean forward to get a better look, but the most you can see is the bottom of his jeans and what appears to be the bottom of a plastic takeout bag.

“Who are you? Why am I here?” you demand. He chuckles, as if you asked him something silly. He begins walking down the stairs as he speaks.

“My name’s Ariel,” he says as he reaches the bottom of the stairs. His eyes crinkle with joy at the sight of your terrified and confused face looking at him. “And you’re here because I love you.”

Ariel sits on the floor next to you, placing the bag of food in front of both of you. It was from the restaurant you ordered from earlier. He takes out the container with your food in it and places it in front of your crossed legs, along with some plastic utensils. He takes out the second container— which you expected to be Jamie’s usual order of Pad See Ew—but were instead greeted with the sight of a bright red curry. He brings the container closer to him as he begins eating next to you, looking at you affectionately between bites.

“You look like…” you trail off, before looking back down at your food with furrowed eyebrows. Surely you were dreaming, because there could be no other explanation for why your kidnapper looked exactly like your boyfriend.

“Your boyfriend?” he asks with a grin. “I’m his twin brother. Not that he would know of course, he’s adopted. Our mum gave him up after we were born,” he explains, his jaw clenching slightly. You start eating your food as you attempt to cope with your situation.

“Is that why you kidnapped me?” you ask.

“No,” he breathes. “Jamie ruined my life, so I ruin his. I keep a close eye on him to make sure nothing good happens in his life.” He pauses to take another bite of his food, looking at you with an intense gaze. “And from the moment he started dating you, I knew he wasn’t good enough for you.”

“That’s not true!” you protest, raising your voice slightly. Ariel looks stunned for a moment before breaking out into a wide grin.

“Oh really?” he chuckles, leaning close to whisper in your ear. You attempt to move away, but can’t due to still being handcuffed. “Is that why you always fake your orgasms with him?”

Your eyes widen and you yank your wrist again, trying to get away from him. He grabs your handcuffed wrist to stop you. “Babe, I told you to stop doing that,” he chastises, looking at your wrist for any signs of injury.

“You don’t know me,” you state accusingly.

“Oh don’t I?” he asks with a grin. He grabs your takeout container as well as his and puts them back in the bag, standing up and setting them on a far away table. When he returns to where you are he sits on his knees, yanking on your hair and pulling your face up to his.

“I know how to make you feel good,” he tells you. “You haven’t been fucked properly in ages, just let me prove it to you.” Ariel looks down at you with burning desire, desperately willing you to say yes with his mind. You nearly give in. Despite how incredibly wrong your situation is, you had to admit you have fantasized about this kind of scenario before.

“I-I can’t,” you let out. Though part of you was tempted, there was another part of you that couldn’t bear the thought of hurting Jamie this way. You wrestle with yourself internally, but Ariel knows you better than you think he does, so he chuckles.

“He’ll never know,” he says. He tugs on your hair harder, making you yelp. “And even if he did, do you really think I’ll let you go? I’ve been planning this for months—you’re mine now.”

You sigh dejectedly, knowing he had a point. You still felt guilty, but as far as Jamie was concerned you’d most likely never see him again. You give Ariel a small, shaky nod, and he breaks out into the widest smile you’ve seen on his face so far.

“Good girl,” he breathes against your cheek before kissing it. “I knew you’d see it my way.” Ariel releases his grip on your hair, his hands roaming your body enthusiastically.

He unlocks your handcuffs as he kisses your neck, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you. He grabs your elbows and helps you stand up before pushing you against the wall and pressing his lips to yours. He forces his tongue in your mouth, relishing in the taste of the food he provided for you earlier. He presses his hard member against your body and groans, growing more excited at the thought of being inside of you.

Ariel shoves his hand up your shirt and bra, impatiently needing to touch your skin. You hiss as your bra is forcefully pushed over your exposed breast, but the pain is soon forgotten as he begins teasing your nipple. You bite your lip at the sensation, feeling ashamed of yourself for enjoying it so much.

“Don’t hold those pretty noises back,” he growls against your lips. He twists your nipple harshly, causing you to gasp. “I want to hear you scream for me.” He presses another kiss to your lips and takes a step back so he can take your shirt off. He unclasps your bra expertly and throws it aside so he can toy with both your breasts. Ariel then brings his head to your neck and starts sucking and biting your delicate skin, using his knee between your legs to press you against the wall and tease your clothed pussy.

You reluctantly bring your hands to his shoulders for support, needing something to hold onto due to the pleasure overwhelming your senses. He smiles against your neck in return, seeing it as a small victory. You moan lightly as his knee presses harder between your legs, and Ariel takes that as his cue to unbutton your jeans and let them fall to the ground.

Two of his fingers press against your underwear, and Ariel smirks to himself when he feels how wet the fabric is. “I know you want this,” he chuckles. “So just give in already and I’ll make you feel so, so good.”

He continues running his fingers lightly on your clothed folds, teasing you in the hopes you’ll do or say something to prove to him you want him. His fingers stop and you buck your hips in protest, causing Ariel to force your panties down and forcefully shove one of his fingers inside of you. You whine loudly due to the unexpected intrusion, but it quickly transforms into pleasurable moans as he begins pumping his finger in and out. Your grip on his shoulders tightens as you feel your legs begin to shake.

He soon adds another finger to join the first. He relishes in the sight of your eyebrows furrowing once he does so, knowing you were too invested in the pleasure he was providing you to even consider resisting him.

As Ariel continues stretching you out with his fingers, he begins unbuttoning his trousers with his free hand. He impatiently pushes his boxers down as well, kicking them to the side. He forcefully grips you by the shoulders and turns you around, pressing your naked body against the wall.

“I can take care of you better than he can,” he breathes into your ear. He holds your hips in place as he drags the head of his cock against your wet folds, teasing you. You whimper, causing Ariel to dig his nails into your flesh. “He says he loves you, but you doubt him, I know you do. You’d never have to worry about that with me, babe. I really do love you, you’re fucking perfect.”

“Please,” you beg, trying to push his cock into your waiting pussy. “D-don’t tease me like this.”

“You’re going to have to do better than that if you want me to fuck you,” he grins, continuing to tease you with the head of his cock.

“Please,” you whimper, scratching your nails on the wall. “Please…I need it so badly,” you blush. You worry briefly it won’t be enough for him, but you moan in relief when his cock starts pushing into you. He grabs your hair again and pulls you back towards him, playing with your breasts with his other hand once his length is fully inside of you.

“You’re lucky I’ve been dreaming about this,” he pants, struggling not to cum instantly at the feeling of your cunt. “Next time I won’t give in so easily.”

Your pussy clenches around his cock at his words, and Ariel chuckles. “You like that idea, don’t you?” You shake your head, and Ariel slaps your ass. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve seen what you read, what you watch, and how much it turns you on. You want to get fucked like the slut you are, and that’s why you need me,” Ariel growls, before moving his hands to your hips again and increasing the pace of his thrusts.

“Do you think he’d fuck you like this? That he’d approve of all your slutty little fantasies? I can make all your dreams come true babe,” he insists.

“Ariel,” you whine. He groans at the sound of his name passing your lips. “Harder,” you moan, and with a triumphant grin he moves his hips as fast as he can, filling the basement with the sound of your moans and skin slapping against skin.

“You need me,” he breathes against the shell of your ear. “You need me to fuck you like a whore, to fuck you how he never could. Admit it.” He presses his fingers deeper into your hips, a silent warning of the consequences if you don’t tell him what he wants to hear.

“I need you to fuck me like a whore,” you moan, feeling your orgasm building. “I need you to fuck me like he never could, please!” You gasp out your last word as he violently presses his thumb on your clit.

He only needs to circle it a few times until you feel your legs give out due to your orgasm crashing over you. Ariel wraps his arm around your waist to help you stay upright, thrusting into you a few times before you feel his cum spill into your sensitive pussy. You pant against the wall for a few seconds and he reluctantly pulls out of you.

Ariel repositions his arms around your waist and legs so he can pick you up and carry you to the bed you were previously handcuffed to. He sets you on the mattress gently and quickly goes back up the stairs, giving you some time to catch your breath.

He returns with a damp cloth that he uses to clean you up, and offers you a cool glass of water. You take a few sips from it before handing it back to him, and he drinks the rest. He places the empty cup on the floor and crawls in bed with you, excited to hold you in his arms.

“We’re perfect for each other,” he states as he pulls the duvet cover over your bodies. Ariel rests his head on the pillow and pulls you closer to him, pressing your head to his chest as he runs his fingers through your hair.

“I know you can’t see it right now, but we are. I’ll make you so much happier than he ever could.” He places a gentle kiss on your scalp as he sees you slowly drift to sleep. He smiles to himself and wraps his arms around you tightly, content in knowing he’ll never have to live without you again.

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pagesfromthevoid · 2 years

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False God | m.m. | 28

Matt Murdock x Avenger!reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Angst

Author’s Note: (ノ‥)ノ

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It was quiet in the apartment, with the sun pushing through the windows and warming the entire place. She was supposed to be getting ready to go volunteer at FEAST with May and Peter, but Matt had trapped her on the couch with a needy kiss and roaming hands. And who was she to say no? It was a rare moment that they had where they were both home in the morning. And lazy mornings on the couch were hard to come by these days.

“When are you going to come home?” Matt asked, cocking his head to the side as they lounged on the couch.

“When I’ve finished at FEAST with May,” she promised, running her hand through his hair. “But I need to get up to be able to do that.”

“What if I don’t want you to go? What if I kept you here all day?” He teased, reaching up to pull her into a kiss.

She laughed into it, tempted to stay in and relish in his warmth and embrace. If you don’t go, they’ll start to worry about you and then you’ll have to explain why you’re always home. How are you going to explain why you’re always home? ‘Haha yeah, I’m hallucinating my dead fiancé.’ No, that will end poorly. Go. She pulled back, running her nails down his cheek gently.

“I have to go,” she reminded him, pulling away to stand up. “I have commitments; you have work. We can’t just lay around all day.”

Matt stood, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into his arms. She laughed again, resting her hands on his chest gently. You’re going to be late. If you’re late, they’ll call. If they call, they’ll break it. You need to go yourself. She pushed away, steadying herself. You’re using too much power; you need a break anyway. Go to FEAST!

“I’ll be home before you know it,” she promised, and Matt took her hand as she walked towards the front door.

“I’ll have dinner ready when you get back,” he offered, following her to the door to see her out.

She stood in front of the door, back to it, as she looked up at him. Matt’s hands rested on her hips again as he pushed her against it gently, smiling down at her. He was warm, and his hands were rough against the sliver of skin that he pushed up over her hips. He was tempting her; teasing her to get her to stay.

And by God, it was working.

*****

It was an accident the first time it happened.

She didn’t intend to grieve so hard that it warped her thoughts.

She had lost a lot of people in her life, either through death or through absence, so this wasn’t something she expected to happen. And she didn’t know her powers even worked to that extent.

But when it happened…everything felt good.

At first, it wasn’t obvious. The apartment felt the same; nothing seemed out of place. Well, more out of place than usual. But then she heard her name –she heard his voice, calling for her softly from the living room. At first, she just thought she was imagining it. But he kept asking her to come out, and come join him. And so finally, she forced herself out of bed and slowly creeped into the living room.

Sitting on the couch was Matt Murdock, smiling at her brightly. The apartment was lit up; it smelled like his cologne. And she simply stood there, confused. Matt did not have any scars or bruising. He was wearing his usual suit but his tie was loose around his neck. But something felt off still.

“Matt?” She whispered, taking a cautious step towards him. “Is it…this can’t be real.”

But he stood and crossed to her. And his touch felt real as he took her hand. He was warm to the touch, and her breathing had become manic as she threw her arms around him. His arms snaked around her waist and she held onto him tight as she began to sob.

Then someone knocked on the front door; Foggy called her name.

Matt disappeared.

She stood in the empty living room –the lights off, the smell of his cologne gone, and the warmth non-existent.

It was then that she realized what she had done; what she was able to do.

And then she didn’t stop.

This went on for weeks.

When she wasn’t at church, she was hidden away in the apartment, changing and manipulating her own thoughts. Changing her reality. No one questioned her retreating to the safety of the apartment –she was grieving still, after all. It made sense that she had all but stopped interacting with people. And she was still going to church several times a week –no one questioned it.

It was easy for her to get lost in the false reality in her head. It was easy to fall back into Matt’s arms as if he were not actually dead; as if he was actually there. The only time she was reminded it was all fabricated was when someone interrupted –her phone ringing, people coming to visit, sudden reminders that Matt was actually dead. She did her best to ignore these intrusions when she was wrapped up in her world but it was hard when people like Foggy and Peter were constantly trying to check on her. They meant well, and she knew that.

However, she didn’t mean well; she just wasn’t ready to admit that to them yet.

*****

“She hasn’t come by this week,” Maggie told Matt as she set out a clean set of clothing for him. “Perhaps you should tell her you’re alive, Matthew.”

Matt shook his head, picking up the shirt. “She’s better off without me.”

“Is she really?”

Matt hesitated, clutching the shirt in his hand as he considered Maggie’s question. He heard her every night, crying, praying for him. Even when she wasn’t speaking, he could hear her quiet sobs and heavy breathing as she sat in the pews. Maybe she wasn’t better off without him; but he couldn’t keep putting through hell just because he was selfish.

“She has asked to die several times in the last few weeks,” Maggie continued, sitting on the bed, bunching her robs in her hands. “What if she succeeds one day, Matthew? What if she finally gives up entirely –what will you do then?”

He shook his head though. “She wouldn’t do that.”

She couldn’t do that, is what he really was thinking though. After everything she had been through, it shouldn’t be Matt that forces her hand. But the thought stung, and it clung to him as he finished changing his clothes and began wrapping his hands.

“You can’t actually be considering going out now, can you?” Maggie scolded, shaking her head in frustration. “The very least you can do is go check on her, then. If you’re going to be reckless and stupid.”

Matt stopped wrapping his hands, listening as Maggie walked out of the basement and back up the stairs. There wasn’t any reason he couldn’t check on her, was there? Just to be sure she was coping; to be sure that she wasn’t hurting herself. He was certain Foggy was checking on her, and if not Foggy, there were plenty of others that would do so. But Maggie’s scolding and guilt tripping did him in, and Matt decided he could –at the very least –go to the apartment.

*****

“She’s not usually late,” May hummed, looking over the spreadsheet of inventory.

Peter was tapping a pencil against his clipboard, staring out the window. She hadn’t texted him back either, and he was starting to worry. It had been a couple days since they had last talked; usually he would leave her alone but after the fourth day, Peter was starting to get a bit antsy.

“Maybe I should swing by and see if she’s okay,” he offered, standing up from his seat.

May glanced at her nephew but nodded once, setting down her clipboard. “Don’t scare her, okay? She’s probably asleep –you know she’s been struggling with that lately.”

Peter nodded, kissing May on the cheek before he hurried out the back of the shelter. Without hesitation, Peter switched into his Spider-Man outfit and took off. He didn’t want to bug her but ever since Matt’s death, she was isolating herself from everyone and it really worried Peter. When his uncle Ben died, May definitely grieved but she had to take care of Peter –May couldn’t just stop working and living.

She, on the other hand, didn’t have anyone to take care of. It was just her in the apartment. No pets, no kids, nothing. And Peter worried that meant she was going to grieve forever; she was so isolated to begin with. Without Matt, Peter thought she would never leave the apartment again. Though, she had been coming to FEAST once a week to help out. And she mentioned she was going to church, so maybe she was okay.

Landing on a building, Peter took a moment to assess the area around him. The back of his neck tingled, and he looked around for a second, trying to determine where the threat was. Standing on the roof of her building was a man in black tactical gear, and his hands wrapped in ropes. Peter narrowed his eyes, frowning under his mask as he stepped to the edge of the roof he stood on.

The man in black turned, facing Peter now.

“Hey, Karen –can you run a facial scan for me?”

“Of course, Peter,” the suit hummed back, and after a few seconds, it chimed again, “Matthew Michael Murdock, born January 8th, 1985. Deceased.”

Peter stood motionless for a long time, watching as Matt slowly walked towards him. Deep down, Peter knew Matt was something else. He wasn’t just some blind lawyer; he was Daredevil. The man in the mask. And he was supposed to be dead.

There was a brief moment where Peter saw red. Matt Murdock was dead. He died; Peter had gone to the funeral. Peter had watched his mentor suffer and grieve for the loss of the love of her life. And yet there he stood, staring Peter down through his mask. As Matt inched closer, Peter’s fists clenched at his side. How dare he pretend to be dead and try to show up at her apartment. After everything he put her through. Peter’s breathing got heavier as he shot out a web, but Matt dodged it. Peter practically growled in anger, shooting him again, but Matt dodged each one with ease.

Finally, catching on that Matt could tell when Peter was attacking, Peter shot a web right past him before shooting another, hitting Matt square in the chest and pinning him to the water heater on the roof. Matt struggled for a moment, trying to break through it as Peter swung across the gap between the buildings. As he stood in front of Matt, Peter tried his best to stay calm.

“What is wrong with you?” Peter demanded, reaching out and snatching the mask off Matt’s face.

Matt’s brow furrowed as he looked up at the masked vigilante. It was like Matt was analyzing him –but there wasn’t any way he could be. Right? Peter felt his tingle again, giving Matt a narrowed eyed look under his mask.

“Peter?”

“Wh-what? No –”

“You’re a terrible liar –”

“Coming from the dead man!” Peter yelled at him, yanking off his mask now to look at Matt properly. “How could you? She loves you!” Matt writhed beneath the webs, trying to break himself out of them. “Don’t bother; those will dissolve in three to four hours. You’re stuck here.”

“How did you even get this?” Matt asked, frowning deeply as he tugged at the webbing still.

“I made it,” Peter explained simply but then he shook his head frantically. “No, stop, don’t change the subject. What are you doing here? Are you coming to tell her you’re not dead?”

“No, I was just checking on her –”

“You’re checking on her?” Peter repeated, his voice rising as he got angrier. “Dude. You want to know how she is? She’s terrible. She’s isolated, and tired, and sad. She thinks the man she was going to marry is dead when he’s really running around in a mask, lying to her!”

“Peter, it’s for the best –”

“How!” Peter yelled at him, throwing his hands in the air. “How is this for the best? Do you know why I’m here? Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve heard from her?” Matt shook his head slowly. Peter huffed in anger, feeling the blood rushing to his face. “Almost a week! She doesn’t leave the apartment; she hasn’t been to church or the FEAST. She was supposed to come today, but she didn’t and I got worried so I came –”

“She’s fine,” Matt interrupted, looking down at the roof for a moment. “I can hear her; she’s inside the apartment. She’s listening to music.”

Peter stared down at Matt for a moment, frowning deeply. “How…how do you know that?”

“It’s…complicated.”

“Everything you say and do is complicated, Mr. Murdock.”

Matt simply nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I know.”

Peter stared him down for a long time, then shook his head. “I’m gonna tell her.”

“Please don’t,” Matt begged, fighting the webbing again now. “She can’t…she can’t know, Peter.”

“Why not?” Peter demanded, looking away from Matt now. “She deserves to know you’re alive. She deserves to know you’re a liar too.”

“She does, you’re right. But what’s worse?” Matt pointed out, frowning deeply. “Her thinking I’m dead and hurting or her being angry and hurt, knowing I lied? Which will she get over faster?”

“Neither!”

Matt just shook his head, sitting back. “Do whatever you think is best.”

Peter hesitated for a moment, frowning deeply.

He had to tell her, right?

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cyandtonic · 11 months

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Sokkla Digital Oil Painting: The Slate (Inspired by Seyary Minamoto’s “Gladiator”)

Ahhh, so long time no see. My life has been a bit chaotic as of late, and this painting took me way longer than it should have, but it’s finally finished!

Conveniently, me finishing this lined up pretty closely to Seyary posting her 300th chapter of Gladiator!! So this is to celebrate that, even if it was on accident! 🤣

This artwork is based on Chapter 90 of Seyary Minamoto’s “Gladiator”, and it is a depiction of one of my favorite fights. I’m pretty sure Sokka is supposed to be using Wolf’s Bane in this scene, but... oops 🤷‍♂️ I’m too lazy to fix it now haha.

I was so nervous about painting the fire here, but I really liked how it turned out! I ended up just mixing the colors together in a chaotic manner, then going over it with the pallet knife. And then I used the airbrush tool to add the glow.

There really wasn’t anything too complicated here. The perspective took me a while to get right, but this was mostly a pretty relaxing one (despite the very not relaxing moment it depicts haha!).

Again, congratulations to @seyaryminamoto on posting 300 chapters of Gladiator!! What an outstanding accomplishment! She is such a dedicated and kind person; words cannot describe how lucky I feel to be able to read such an outstanding story from such an incredible writer 😊

Sadly, I cannot promise that I will be more active in the near future. But I will promise that I will keep making art! Just maybe at a slow pace 😔 I also need to catch up on my Gladiator reading! I’m getting far behind ahhhhhhh

#I don't know why Tumblr mobile lowers the contrast so much in my art arghhh #I should have finished this in a month #oops #congratulations seyary!#also sry wolf's bane #sokkla #sokka #atla #Avatar The Last Airbender #gladiator #seyaryminamoto #cy's art

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friedbaekhyunandeggso · 2 years

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Reason ~ ch. 17

Pairing: Female OC x Levi Ackerman

Tropes: Instructor x Cadet, Strangers to Lovers, Male MC falls first

Warnings: angst/slow-burn, strong language, upcoming smut(18+ readers only for those chapters pls 🙈), physical assault/violence, mentions of scars

Brief Summary: This story takes place a few years after the Fall of Shiganshina. Devon Alba is in her final year of the 101st Training Corps (844-847), due to her success as a cadet she gets the chance to meet Captain Levi. She doesn’t think too much of him until he catches her in the midst of doing something that she isn’t entirely supposed to be doing. But surprisingly, this leads to something unexpected...

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Monty walked out of his room in the barracks. He hadn’t been able to get any sleep last night. All he could think about was what division Imada had chosen.

They’d all find out today.

Suddenly he felt something at his feet. He looked down to see an envelope.

A letter?

He bent down and picked it up. His name was written on it in neat cursive.

Monty Loroya

He knew that handwriting. It was Devon’s. Just as his brows furrowed he was suddenly shouldered aside.

He glanced over to see his roommate, Rob, raise his hands.

“Sorry,” he grumbled–he obviously wasn’t a morning person. “You were in the way.”

Rob walked off in the direction of the dining hall.

Monty stepped back into their room and hastily opened the letter.

Hey Mon Mon,

It’s Devon–in case you couldn’t already tell by my handwriting. I know this is out of the blue but by the time you see this I won’t be at the barracks anymore. I plan on sneaking onto the last supply carriage out of town.

Things have changed. Thanks to Captain Levi it looks like I’m not permitted to be a Scout. I don’t know what his deal is but yesterday when I was called to Shadis’s office he informed me that Captain Levi rescinded my application to the Scout Regiment. Which is something he can do (apparently) cuz Commander Erwin sent him here to recruit cadets. I tried to talk to Levi after to change his mind but it was useless. Instead…I probably made things worse.

Anyway, Chief Shadis said that the Garrison and Military Police divisions are still open for me to choose from. But I refuse. You know I’d rather die than be an MP and I’m not interested in being a part of the Garrison either. I’ve decided to leave.

I know you're probably thinking-Devon what's wrong with you? How is leaving the solution you came up with? And to be honest-for both questions-I don’t know.

I don’t know what to do with myself and I feel like shit about this whole situation. I honestly can’t believe this happened to me. I was so close to getting what I wanted only to have it snatched out of my hands at the last second…That would be my luck wouldn’t it.

I haven’t figured out where I’m going yet. I just know I have to leave. I don’t feel like myself anymore and I can feel myself slipping back into that dark hole that I was in before I came to the training corps and met you guys.

But-don’t worry-I’m going to try my hardest to do something with myself if I can. Not sure where to start but I promise I’ll try my hardest.

I know I should’ve waited till the morning and talked to you guys about this but I’m honestly too embarrassed to face you all. I don’t even think I could say any of this out loud if I wanted to so please try not to be too mad at me. I’m so sorry it had to be like this. Tell Imada and Keith I’m sorry too. Tell Imada I love her–even if she exposed the fuck outta me(she’ll know what I’m talking about)-and please convince Keith not to hate me Haha. Feel free to show them this letter–at this point I don’t care what happens. I just need you all to live long, happy, healthy lives.

I wish I could be there to know what divisions you and Imada chose. Eitherway, I wish you all the best. You all better kick ass at whatever division you pursue. That means NO being lazy (which I know isn’t an issue for you but for Keith, he needs a little push here and there).

Damn, I miss you guys already. I just need you all to know how grateful I am for each and every one of you. I would dream of having friends before and you guys made that dream real for me.

Thank you for being the best friends I could ever ask for. Please don’t worry about me.

All the best,

Devon

Monty stared at the paper in disbelief. He turned the paper over.

Ha, I knew you’d turn the paper over MonMon. I just wanna let you know that I took down Imada’s hair on purpose yesterday so you can SEE the beauty you're missing out on!!!!! Ugh, I know you don’t wanna tell her how you feel but if you guys end up being in the same division then you have to. OKAY? Okay. No excuses. You got this.

Monty flipped the paper over back to the front. His eyes grew wide as he read it over again and again.

“There is no way…”

“No way what?”

He spun around to see Imada in the doorway. She looked perfect as always. Her black hair in a neat plait at the nape of her neck. A gentle smile adorning her lips.

When she saw the look on Monty’s face her smile fell.

“What is it?” she asked with concern.

He handed her the letter.

The door to his office burst open.

“Does no one know how to knock anymore?” Levi muttered, the annoyance clear in his tone.

He immediately stood when he saw Imada looking the most disheveled he’d ever seen her. Her face was flushed as if she’d just been running.

“What happened?”

She placed the letter in his hands hastily.

“She’s gone.” she spit out, “She doesn’t have anywhere to go–”

He held up a hand as he sped read the letter. He flipped it over and read the back as well. Imada’s brows furrowed–she hadn’t realized there was a back.

“Tch.” He handed her the letter. Imada took it from his hands and read the back. She blushed furiously.

He grabbed his jacket off the back of the chair, “When does the last supply carriage depart?”

She blinked-drawing herself out of her daze, “A little after midnight.”

“Where does it head to?”

“I’m not sure,” She watched him slip a few things into his pockets, “You're going after her?”

“What else.” His deep voice rumbled. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing.”

For some reason, she thought it would have to take more convincing.

“Why did you do that? Even after what I told you about her?”

His head turned sharply to look at her dead-on, “Because of what you told me. You think that little story made me want to watch her sign up for her death? She deserves to live.”

“So you decide to take away her dream.”

“I’m not letting her die at the expense of an old woman’s delusional dream.” He gritted out.

“You're not gonna let her die at your expense either.”

He paused on his way to the door. He turned to look at her.

“If that were the case,” His gray eyes regarded her calculatively, “Would you judge me?”

She looked down, her eyes instinctively going towards the letter in her hands. She skimmed over the sentences written on the back once more.

“A little.” she murmured. “But I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Why not.”

“Because I don’t think you can help it.”

He looked away. She didn’t see the way his eyes darkened or the way he closed his eyes afterwards to picture her and breathe.

I can’t help it.

He opened his eyes.

“I need her to live.” Then he left without a second glance.

Devon ran into the alley, clutching her shoulder as she panted—completely out of breath.

She made a sharp turn into a smaller pathway. It reeked of trash. Garbage was littered everywhere.

She kept her back to the wall and peeked her head out to see if her pursuers were still after her. She pulled back and then waited a moment before peeking again.

Once she realized her pursuers were gone for good she sighed in relief. She slid down the wall and sat with her legs outstretched. She tilted her head back and hissed in pain when her shoulder grazed the wall.

She felt like she was back in the Underground again. Jobless. Displaced. Alone.

No one wanted her to work for them. People immediately dismissed her once they realized she was homeless. It didn’t help that she was starting to reek of trash since she hadn’t showered.

Even finding a safe place to sleep was hard. Random people would find her and scare her off—like what’d just happened now, for instance.

But then again, sleeping in someone’s shed probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

It was safer than the streets though.

She squeezed her eyes shut as her head throbbed. She hadn’t eaten for three days and it was starting to catch up to her. She mentally started to devise a plan of stealing from the nearest market.

She’d scouted it out earlier today. It was rather large. That would’ve made it easier for her if there wasn’t a garrison officer stationed at every corner. It seemed robberies were commonplace in this town.

“Fuck.” she groaned. Just thinking about the energy required to attempt to steal food made her exhausted.

With her eyes closed and her head against the wall, the lull of sleep pulled at her. She craved the beds at the barracks with a violent intensity. The other cadets might’ve found the beds too stiff but-to her-they were heaven.

In the midst of her nap the faint sound of ODM gear could be heard. She wanted to laugh.

Am I really missing the training corps that much?

Her brows furrowed when she realized the sound was coming closer. She opened her eyes and jolted upright when a shadow passed over her.

She looked up and saw nothing but a clear blue sky beyond the buildings.

“Over here.”

She whipped her head around to see Levi standing beside her. He wore a long sleeve gray shirt with black pants. He was equipped in ODM gear.

Her eyes narrowed. She hadn’t seen him since their argument in his office. Even though that argument had been merely days ago, it had felt like eons to her.

She’d had plenty of time to replay that argument in her head. Anger simmered through her at the sight of him.

“Come here to gloat?”

His expression darkened, “If you think I want to see you like this then you don’t know jack shit.”

She used the wall to hoist herself up, “Yeah, clearly I don’t know anything cuz I didn’t know the Scouts found me unfit.”

She walked past him down the alleyway.

He followed her.

“Do you plan on wasting your days in trashy alleyways forever then?”

Humiliation coursed through her.

She stopped and turned to look at him with wide eyes, “Does it look like I have another choice?”

His next words were the last thing she expected to hear.

“Come with me.”

She squinted—unsure if she heard correctly. The gentleness of his words also threw her off, “Why would I do that?”

“Because…you have no better option.”

She stared at him. He sounded awfully a lot like the creepy men she’d come across in the Underground. The men that would find her on the streets and try to lure her into coming with them. As a kid, she’d been gullible–she wasn’t gullible now.

She was suddenly consumed by the inane urge to run.

So she did.

She didn’t think; she just sprinted as fast as she could. Her feet pounded against the ground as she turned sharply—running further into the alleyway.

She breathed raggedly as she made another hasty turn. She didn’t dare turn around, even if her raging heartbeat wanted her to. She didn’t want to waste a second to possibly get distracted.

She was suddenly slammed into the wall.

Levi stood before her, arms flat against the wall. Caging her in.

“Stop running from me.” He hissed.

His chest heaved in and out—completely out of breath. His pale face directly before hers made it hard to properly breathe. The tip of his nose whispered along her nose bridge as he inhaled.

She was panting as she turned her face away. His black hair grazed her temple, the sensation momentarily distracting her from her throbbing shoulder. It had hit the wall pretty hard.

“You need medical attention. Food. A home. I can provide that for you.”

She stared into his cold eyes, “Why should I trust you? The only reason I’m here is because you betrayed me.” Her voice cracked.

“I didn’t betray you.” he said mutedly.

For some reason, she couldn’t catch her breath. That run had taken a lot out of her.

“Yes,” she rasped, “Yes, you did.”

“Devon?”

She didn’t notice that she had slid down the wall. He crouched before her.

Her head was starting to feel heavy.

His hand held her face upright, “What’s going on?”

“Lightheaded...” she whispered, while blinking slowly.

Her stomach rumbled. She wanted to laugh but she knew it would take too much energy. Even sitting took too much energy.

The last thing she heard was a quietly said curse before her vision went black.

She woke up to the smell of eggs.

She looked around to find herself in a bedroom. It was impeccably neat. There wasn’t much within the room other than a bed and dresser.

She stood up and looked down at herself to see that she was still in the same clothes as before but the right sleeve of her shirt was ripped off and her shoulder wound was covered in fresh bandages.

She slowly walked out of the bedroom to see a small living room. Just like the bedroom, it was sparsely decorated and neat.

“You’re up.”

She turned her head to see Levi standing opposite of the living room in the kitchen. His back was to her until he turned around with a plate of scrambled eggs.

She was mildly distracted by the sight of him in casual wear. He was wearing a black t-shirt and matching pants. A hint of his lean biceps peeked through his shirt-sleeves. The outline of the veins running along his arms could be seen even at the distance she stood.

He set the plate down onto the table.

“Eat.”

She took a step towards it. Her mouth watered at the sight. “D-did you make that for yourself?” she hesitated.

“I can make some more.”

She didn’t waste any time and sat down. She grabbed the fork and dug in. She could moan at how good it tasted.

She paused when he set down a glass of water.

She looked up at him, “Where am I?”

“Morlis.”

She remembered hearing a little about that town. It was a town between Ehrmich and Stohess within Wall Rose.

She looked down at her food, “And…this place?”

“It’s my apartment.”

Her eyes widened, “You can afford this?”

He sat down in the seat across her, “Contrary to popular belief, Scouts do get paid. That's if you live long enough to get your paycheck.” he said, drearily.

His fingers tapped the table, “I also had some extra money from my Underground days.”

Her brows drew together, “You're from the Underground?”

He nodded.

“No way.” She blinked in shock. She then realized how little she actually knew about the man before her.

She wanted to barrage him with questions but she swallowed them back instead. She wasn’t sure if it would be proper to ask.

He leaned back in his seat, staring at something on the floor as he spoke, “You can stay here.”

She almost choked on a piece of egg. “What?”

“I barely use this place so it’s yours to use. But I still have a couple ground rules.”

She stared in astonishment–still processing his words.

He continued, “One, this place must always be clean. Two, do not enter the room beside the bathroom. Three… don’t ask me about Scout stuff.”

She swallowed. Her mind was racing.

He tilted his head, “Any questions?”

“What’s in the room beside the bathroom?” she blurted.

“It’s not really a room–more like a closet. There’s nothing for you in there. Your room has everything you need.”

“My room?”

“The room you woke up in.”

“Then where are you gonna sleep?”

“The Scout Headquarters are not far from here. It’s walking distance. I’ll be there most of the time so you won’t see me often.” He answered flatly.

“I’ll be gone for long periods of time whenever there’s expeditions so you’ll have the place to yourself. I still expect you to keep it clean when I’m not around.”

He continued, “I can give you money for food an-”

She stood up, “N-no, that’s not necessary. I will find a job. I have to…pay you back somehow. T-Then I’ll move out-”

“That won’t be necessary. I don’t need anything from you.”

“I can’t just accept this.”

He leaned forward in his seat, “You can, and you will.”

He looked away as he muttered, “Consider it my apology.”

She was quiet for a moment. Still absorbing all the information that had just been thrown at her.

He’s offering me his home? His bed? His money? Why?

“You expect me to just…live here?”

“You can find a job, a hobby, I don’t care. Just know any money you make is yours so don’t try to pay me back.”

“But Captain Levi-”

“Levi,” he corrected, “Just Levi.”

She was rendered speechless at that. His gray eyes didn’t budge from hers.

“Don’t answer the door for anyone and don’t invite people over. I don’t need anyone else knowing you're here when I’m not.”

“All of this…as your apology?” she whispered.

She saw his jaw clench, “I don’t expect you to forgive me but this should keep you safe for now.”

She shook her head, lost, “Cap-I mean, Levi, I-I don’t know how to thank you for all this. This is all much more…than I would ask for.”

“Don’t thank me,” he answered bitterly, “You’re only in this position because of me.”

A flash of remorse coursed through her as she remembered saying those words to him earlier.

“Wouldn’t just…allowing me to be a Scout been an easier option? I don’t understand…sharing your home-your room with me-I-“

It all felt so personal she couldn’t quite compute it.

“Maybe,” his voice was completely indifferent, “But that would’ve been a little hard to do after I condemned you to Erwin.”

“What?” her voice was barely above a whisper, “Commander Erwin? He knows I exist?”

“Tch,” The annoyance was clear in his tone, “He’s the one who sent me to the training corps to see you since Shadis wanted you to get formally recruited.”

He added, “He ended up letting me stay there because he wanted me to formally recruit others.”

Her eyes felt like they were going to bulge out of her body.

All that and he still saw me unfit to be a Scout?

“Did you?”

He raised a brow.

“Did you end up recruiting others?” she asked, a bit hesitant.

“No.”

Somehow that wasn’t surprising to her.

“You…condemned me to Commanded Erwin?” she asked in disbelief.

His hand on the table clenched into a fist.

“Yes, I-“ he cut himself off sharply before swallowing.

Is he…nervous?

“Look,” his monotone voice returned, “If you still end up wanting to be a goddamn Scout, I’ll try talk to Erwin. But I’ll need time to come up with a shitty excuse so don’t wait on it.”

She was silent for a moment, “You’d…do that?”

His gray eyes met hers and something in her tightened.

She couldn’t look away.

Something in his silver eyes felt like they carried the weight of the world but also…nothing at all. The longer she stared the more unreadable they became.

Her hands turned clammy and her heartbeat thumped erratically in her ears. Everytime he looked at her for too long she noticed her body could never handle it. It felt like someone was waving a lit match in her face-and yet-she still wanted to touch the flame.

She felt her face heat up.

Something in his eyes changed—she couldn’t pin it down but suddenly it became very hard to breathe.

The fork in her hand slipped through her fingers and hit the floor with a loud clang. She was pulled out of her trance.

“S-sorry.” she mumbled before bending down to pick up the fork off the floor.

She stood up and placed the fork in the sink. She glanced down to see that her hands were shaking slightly.

What is wrong with you?

“There’s more forks in the drawer to your left.”

She quickly clasped her hands together and headed towards where he directed.

She retrieved a fork and turned around to see him glancing down at his pocket watch.

He glanced up at her, “One more rule.”

“Yes?”

“My tea must always be stocked.”

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lakesparkles · 11 months

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Art requests?

I’m too lazy to figure out what to post today. Instead, I would like to thank everybody for the support here!! I wasn’t sure about posting anywhere that wasn’t ig, but it’s being very nice so far. I’m loving the asks and the tags in my posts (especially in my last LiS one). Soooo

Does anybody have art suggestions? Fandom related pls. Life is Stange and Bojack Horseman are my main interests rn but every fandom I’m in would be cool!

I just can’t promise I’ll do it haha but I’ll try my best to do some!

#also I'm still not totally sure how tumblr works #so I hope this is right

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blorbologist · 1 year

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Vampire Bashter is everything.

if you have time/spoons for it, I would love a follow up to the last one with Jesters first meal.

HEY! Last Valentines ask, woo - I went a slightly different direction for this one, I hope you don't mind. It started as a little tiny leadup to a first nibble, but was starting to get a touch long for a quick snippet.

Everything after is pretty blurry. Not like she has something in her eye or anything - if anything, a few blinks in everything is sharper. Acute. But blurry as in smeared, as in everything is moving fast and she can hardly keep up, as in she’s moving fast and her head’s still looking a little too far to the left.

Oh. Oh man. She gets it now. Gets why Yasha’s eyes trail over the aftermath of a fight. Gets to feel her blood, what’s left, sloshing to lazy heartbeats. Gets is really doing work, is what she means.

Caleb’s blurry with blood - Jester skids through it when she throws herself down to help. There’s a second where she licks her lips, runs a finger through the caterpillar crawl, coaxes it onto her finger to admire, before - before it hits her this is Caleb, their Cay-leb, and he’s dead and she’s -

She casts Revivify. Expects it to hurt. It doesn’t.

Caleb breathes again, and his wounds give one last gurgle, and Jester gurgles something of her own and pats his head and stumbles away.

The fleshy, weeping walls of Cognouza look juicy.

Jester almost forgot about the whole ‘oh yeah I’m a vampire now’ thing. Honest. Really!

(They’d saved the world, and Lucien was dead, and Molly was too, and whoever was here was scared, and she wasn’t scared, she was just tired and hungry. So. Nothing to talk about! It could wait.)

The afternoon sun is drowsy, filtered through clouds like satin sheets.

It burns.

Yasha throws a wing over. The feathers don’t sear, though her exposed skin does as she gently shuffles Jester into the shade. A shove would have done the job.

“Yasha -”

“It’s fine,” she says, when they’re both under the trees. The rest of the Nein hasten to explain the broad strokes to the Clays, celebratory return (a heroes’ welcome! And she’s missing out!) dampened just a bit.

She isn’t, she really isn’t. So Jester huffs and - and she has to really lean up on her tippy-toes, so high she thinks she might topple, to take Yasha’s face in her hands and cast Cure Wounds. Just enough to help.

“Now it’s fine,” she declares. Hesitates - she can almost hover like this, with Yasha’s jaw as an achor, and feel the muscles pulling there. It’s almost normal, not like it was around the others. Because they’re both vampires, now.

“Yasha?”

“Hm?”

Jester bites her lip. Doesn’t think it through - her fangs are more, now, and they draw a nice little gash in red ink. She doesn’t have enough blood for that, anymore. “It - it’ll be fine, right, Yasha?”

Her brows furrow, her wings fold. “I - I mean. I can’t promise that. ‘Cause it wasn’t alright for me.” Jester winces. The honesty is nice, though, even as Yasha stammers. “But! We’ll try. Okay? We’ll try for fine.”

“Thanks, Yasha.” Jester sniffles.

She isn’t crying, even as her eyes burn, desperate for tears.

They always tell you how vampires get blood from other people. Like how Yasha drinks from Beau, sometimes from bad guys they’re killing anyways. Not that Jester’s seen her do it, but - she’s read a few books, okay?

No one ever talks about where the tears come from. Apparently because they’ve only got so many, after they turn.

Guess she used all of them on Molly’s body. Haha.

#this is my first time trying out Jester's POV!! I hope I did her okay ;;#vampire!bashter #critical role fanfiction #cr fanfic #yashter #bc beau rlly isnt popping [HAH] up in this one. tho Jester's first feed will be on her ;3 #and then she'll go ham on Trent's jaundiced stupid face and Caleb and Astrid might fight over letting vamp!Jester tear his head off #yasha nydoorin #jester lavorre #campaign 2 #the mighty nein #my writing #ask game

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years

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ahh!! happy soon to be birthday! mine is one the 14th july. july birthday twinnie. 😆 may i have number 6 from list 1? thank you so much!! 😄

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BESTIE!! <3 I hope you have had a lovely day.

I yet again managed to turn a fluffy prompt into something hurt/comfort. I promise you guys the next one will be fluffy haha

The prompt is: "Take my affection before I choke you with it”

-x-

Per Aspera Ad Astra

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: mentions of injury/hospitals

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He was being impossible.

Emily was trying her best to keep her cool, to give him the space that he so clearly wanted, but he was hurt and needed her help whether he liked it or not.

He’d been released from the hospital that morning, a bag full of painkillers she knew she’d have to convince him to take, and appointments for physical therapy that she would make sure he went to. He’d gone to his room to nap almost as soon as they got back to his apartment, the hours she spent alone on his couch passing by in a blur. Her eyes fixed on the spot where his blood had stained the carpet, still able to see it despite the hours she and Penelope had spent cleaning it up.

When he joins her he doesn’t speak to her, just sits next to her on the couch, and they both ignore the way he groans in pain when he sits down.

“I was thinking of ordering in pizza,” she says trying to smile at him, “I’m sure it’s not what the doctor meant when he said we need to get some calories into you, but it’s a start.”

He doesn’t smile, doesn’t acknowledge her weak attempt at humour, he simply continues to stare forward, his eyes fixed on the wall in front of them.

“I’m not hungry.”

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to keep her cool, his attitude starting to wear on her. Her endless patience for him close to snapping.

“Aaron-”

“You should go home, Emily.”

She can’t stop the dry laugh that escapes, not phased at all by the glare he sends her way.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she replies, her eyes fixed on his, “either I’m staying here with you, or I’m taking you back to the hospital since your release was dependant on someone being with you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“No, but you do need someone to look after you,” she says, sadness creeping into her voice, “you can barely lift your arms without it hurting, Aaron.”

As if to prove her point, he winces as he shifts on the couch, one of his many wounds pulling, the stitches still fresh. It felt like a physical ache to see him like this, how he so clearly hated being so vulnerable even in front of her. She hated it too, how Foyet had been able to take so much from him, even some of the dignity Aaron held in such high regard.

She was mad at herself for how much she was worried she’d lose him, when, for now, he’d lost his son and his ex-wife to this. She yearned for how things were even just a couple of weeks ago. Laying in his bed together, tangled up in the sheets as talked into the small hours of the morning, exchanging lazy kisses and hopes for the future, both skirting around the fact they saw each other in every version of it.

He was pulling away from her and it hurt. She knew it was through some messed up hope to protect her, like it wasn’t sheer dumb luck that saw her going home to her own apartment the night he was attacked, instead of home with him like she usually did. If Foyet had been watching Aaron he knew about their relationship.

They’d stopped being subtle about it a while ago.

He looks so sad, so wretched, she reaches out for him, her hand on his knee. He jumps like he’s been hit, cursing as the movement causes him more pain.

“Honey-” She says, her voice catching in her throat, but he cuts over her, anger at the situation they’d found themselves in misdirected at her.

“Just leave me alone, Emily. Just fucking leave me alone.” He seethes, clenching his jaw tightly, his whole body tense. He’d never spoken to her like that before, never yelled at her in their personal relationship, and for a second it shocks her, makes her freeze, but she shakes her head, huffing out a sound halfway between a sob and a laugh.

“No.”

He frowns at her, his expression stern. “Prentiss-”

“No.” She says, firmer this time, cutting him off. “You’re not Hotch here, and I’m not your employee. I’m your fucking girlfriend, Aaron and I’m trying to look after you.” She furiously wipes her tears from her cheek the sight of them making his expression soften slightly, her sadness his achilles heel. “I know you’re scared, and I know you’re in pain, but you have got to stop pushing me away. Because it won’t work. Whether you like it or not I’m sticking around, even if you hate me for it. That’s what you do for people you love, so just take my affection before I choke you with it.”

The silence around them is deafening when she stops, the loudest it had ever been between them, the air thick with tension.

“What did you say?” He asks, his voice a whisper against the quietness.

At first, she isn’t sure what he is talking about, her eyebrows creasing as she plays her words back over in her head, her eyes widening in realisation as she picks up on what he means.

They hadn’t said it yet, had skirted around the words they knew the other felt. A confession of love something they both struggled with, convinced for entirely different reasons it was a death warrant for the relationship they both held so dear.

She sighs, “Aaron-”,

“I love you too, Em.” He says, his voice softer than it had been in days, the tone he usually only used for her and Jack seeping through. “That’s why I’ve been…” he shakes his head at himself reaching out and touching her, his hand against her thigh, his skin burning her through the material of her jeans, “I’ve been trying to protect you.”

“From what?” She asks incredulously, “Foyet?” She blows out a breath as he nods and shifts closer to him, careful to do it slowly so she doesn’t jostle him, not wanting to cause him any more pain. She cups his cheek, leans forward and presses her forehead to his, “baby, if he’s been watching you, he already knows about us.” He closes his eyes, and she knows all she’s done is confirm something he already knew, the truth buried deep underneath his fear. “Pushing me away won’t achieve anything except making yourself more miserable.”

“You deserve better,” he says, his voice ragged, “you shouldn’t have to look after me, I can’t even shower alone for fuck sake.”

She pulls back to look at him, tilting his head so his eyes have to meet hers. “What if it was me?”

He frowns. “What?”

“If it was me that was hurt, that needed looking after, would you walk away? Leave me to it?”

He looks offended as if the mere suggestion he would do hurt him. “No, of course not.”

“Then why would I do that to you?” She asks, her voice shaking slightly. “I love you, Aaron, more than I thought was possible, so please let me help, ok?”

It takes a moment, but he nods, finally relenting, and she feels some of the tightness in her chest dissipate for the first time since she realised he was missing.

“I’m sorry,” he says, one corner of his lips twitching in a sad smile, “I know I’ve been awful to be around.”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” she says, even though that wasn’t strictly true, “just try and let me be here from now on.” He nods again and she smiles at him, leaning forward to stamp her lips against his, doing it again before she pulls away. She stands up and heads towards the kitchen. “I’ll get the menu so we can decide what we want.” She says as if they didn’t always order the same food.

“Sounds good, sweetheart.”

The use of the nickname he hadn’t used since he woke up in hospital makes her stomach flip, the tiniest bit of hope taking root. The seed of it planting deep in her chest, ready to bloom, enough to carry both of them through.

“We’ll get them back, Aaron.” She says, turning back to look at him, “we’ll find him and then we’ll get them back.”

He smiles at her, the closest one to his real one since before they left for Canada, the last time things were as close to normal as they got for them.

“I know.”

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sohmiya · 9 months

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Do u have a fc for kenji? 👀👀👀

Also do you have any song writing tips? I have been trying to get into song writing recently and I'm not sure where to start since I can only play like three cords of one instrument haha. Although a lot of the people in my family are musically attuned, I do not have a musical bone in my body lol. The violin was my worst enemy during my teen years, even now I refuse to go anywhere near that thing with a 10 foot pole./lh 😭🎻

ugh. yes. mackenyu arata ❤️_❤️ this is what i meant when i said kenji looks bored all the time then he smiles and he becomes the cutest cutie ever 🥰

as for songwriting - under the cut <3

first of all, i just wanna say please take these as more like suggestions than tips. everybody has a different creative process and it’s best to always stick to what comes naturally for you <3

as for my process, sometimes the lyrics come first, sometimes it’s the melody. it really depends on god knows what but once i get a concept of what i wanna write about, i word vomit on the first draft. the lyrics don’t have to rhyme or match syllabically as long as i get to say what i want to say. i just wanna be able to see what i’m working with so i can organize them better and sort the lines that go together. and sometimes in the middle of word vomiting, more ideas pop up so i jot them down too. i’m a “first draft must be perfect” kind of person so it’s always a struggle but it’s doable i promise shdjsksk

for the melody, my guitar skills are incredibly basic so i usually compose on piano. i’m not like. great at it but i’m definitely much better at piano than guitar djdjssksk but i totally get the struggle because idk a lot of chords either. usually what i do is i play around with the piano keys until i find a tune that i like. it sounds lazy but it’s the best that i can do with my skills 😭 i’m trying to practice guitar on my own but sadly i’m a slow learner ndsjsksn

and just to sidetrack a little, i was in a string orchestra for like two years and played the viola and it wasn’t my favorite instrument to play either 😭

anyway shdjsksn ok one last thing: don’t trust your memory. the best ideas usually come before you go to bed or when you’re doing chores so once you think “i’ll remember it later” — that’s the devil talking. when you come up with a lyric, write it down. when you come up with a tune, hum it into a voice recording app in your phone. DOCUMENT EVERYTHING

so yeah that’s my general writing process but again it really depends on how clear the concept is in my head. and my personal preference is writing the lyrics first because sometimes i feel like composing the music first limits the lyrics i can write because i always stress over whether or not the line fits the melody before i can even write what i wanna say. but again it’s up to you and what comes natural to you.

and it’s okay to ask your family for help <3 the most important thing is you write for yourself. you’ll always have people liking your stuff so you gotta make sure you like it too 🩷

#now that i think about it i have the same songwriting process as one of my infamous ocs shajsksks #i am andi. she is me #nikka answers #oc: kenji sato

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the-ragingenby · 9 months

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I literally have no excuse for how long this took except that I’m lazy 😅

Edit: AO3 Cross-post

Dear Fellow Traveler

Chapter 5

It’s been almost two weeks since Derek came to visit Spencer. As much as it hurt to admit, Spencer really missed him. “And I bet you miss him too, huh?” Spencer murmured to Milo, who purred happily in his lap while Spencer read. “Yeah, I know.”

Classes would be starting up again tomorrow (the school delayed reopening due to public backlash), but surprisingly enough, Spencer hasn’t heard anything from Gideon. A bit odd, but it also isn’t unlike him to go technology-free for extended periods of time. Hopefully he’ll be there tomorrow.

Spencer spent the rest of the evening playing with the kittens and trying to do anything to distract himself from his phone and waiting for Derek to text him. He let out a sigh as Mojo leapt up, trying to catch the piece of string Spencer flung this way and that. He hasn’t been gone that long and I’m already wishing he were back. He shook his head firmly. No, Spencer. It’s not like you to get so attached. Remember, that’s how you get hurt.

Not long later, Spencer’s phone buzzes. He flings the string down the hall, watching Mojo and Milo scamper after it as he reaches for his phone. Glancing at the message, he can’t help but smile.

[9:42 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Hey, pretty boy. Hope you’re doing well.

[9:43 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Oh, and the little furballs too.

[9:43 pm]

throughthe_Reids: They’re doing great! They’ve settled in really well and are as affectionate as ever.

[9:44 pm]

throughthe_Reids: But they really miss you though :(

[9:45 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Aw, and it’s just the kittens missing me? Then I’ll have to give them lots of kisses once I come to visit again.

[9:46 pm]

throughthe_Reids: And none for me? Wow…breaking my heart over here.

[9:47 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Haha, don’t worry, pretty boy. I haven’t forgotten about you.

[9:48 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: I’ll give you all the love and kisses you want when I see you next. Promise.

Spencer let out an uncharacteristic (and frankly quite embarrassing) squeak, not having expected that response. God…he’s gone and stolen my heart again. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

The pitter patter of little paws drew Spencer’s attention as Mojo and Milo returned, triumphant over the vicious piece of string, bringing an end to its reign of terror. As Spencer gently pet Milo’s ears, he tapped out a reply.

[9:52 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’m holding you to that <3

Spencer sighed, mentally smacking himself. You really can’t keep doing this. As much as I want to believe him, I just…I don’t know. Maybe I’d feel better about it if I had Gideon’s support, but he’s been…vocally against this. It doesn’t feel wrong though. Maybe…it’ll be different this time around.

The next morning, Spencer walked into Gideon’s lecture hall fifteen minutes early, as per usual. What was surprising, though, was that the older man wasn’t here. “Gideon?” Spencer peered into Gideon’s office, but there was no sign of him. He stifled a sigh. “Guess I’m teaching again today. Would it have killed you to give me a little warning before you disappear?”

Spencer continued to mutter to himself as he quickly wrote up some notes and familiarized himself with the assignments and objectives for today’s class.

Before he knew it, students were spilling into the classroom, taking their unassigned-assigned seats. He quickly stepped up to the podium, addressing the students while making some last minute touches to his notes. “Unfortunately, Professor Gideon could not join us today, so you’ll have me. My apologies.”

A couple students groaned, but otherwise there was no protest. Good. Makes it easier for me. Spencer briefly addressed the incident from a few weeks ago and assured the students they had nothing more to worry about before diving right into the lesson.

After a couple hours, class was finally dismissed. With homework assigned and no students hanging back with questions, Spencer considered it a victory. He hung around in Gideon’s office for a while, just in case anyone came back with questions.

He pulled out his phone, eventually settling on checking his messages from Derek. I was gonna wait until I got home, but…damn it, I just wanna talk to him.

[12:49 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Heyy.

[12:49 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Prettyyy boyyyy.

[12:50 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: School’s starting again today, right? How’s that going?

[12:51 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Well, it’s going. The teacher I’m an aide for didn’t show up.

[12:52 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Actually, I haven’t heard from him for two weeks.

[12:52 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I’m slightly worried.

[12:53 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Slightly???

[12:53 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: If I don’t hear from someone for a day, I get worried.

[12:54 pm]

throughthe_Reids: I normally would be. But this person is a little different.

[12:55 pm]

throughthe_Reids: They often go off-the-grid and are less than thrilled with technology as a whole.

[12:55 pm]

throughthe_Reids: So when they wanna have a break from modern life, they just kinda disappear for a while.

[12:57 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Wow. That sounds a lot like a guy that I used to work with.

[12:57 pm]

throughthe_Reids: In any case, they haven’t told me where they were off to. And I don’t know when they’ll be back.

[12:58 pm]

throughthe_Reids: They’ve never been gone this long.

[1:01 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: How about you give them a call?

[1:02 pm]

throughthe_Reids: They might kill me if I do, but at this point, I’m too worried not to.

[1:03 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: I hope that they’ll be okay.

[1:05 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Me too. But they’re the toughest person I’ve ever met.

[1:06 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Even tougher than me D:

[1:07 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Okay, okay. They’re ONE of the toughest people I know.

[1:08 pm]

throughthe_Reids: Happy now, you big baby?

[1:09 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Very :p

Spencer shook his head, letting out a soft huff of amusement. He’s supposed to be law enforcement, but he’s just so childish sometimes. I love it.

After a few hours of waiting around during Gideon’s office hours, Spencer finally headed home, practically collapsing into bed, suddenly feeling drained. Before he drifted off, he attempted a call to Gideon, which rang and rang before going to the pre-recorded voicemail that the older man had never bothered to set up.

Slightly more concerned, he called the emergency number Gideon had provided him with and threatened to smack him if he called when it wasn’t an emergency. But this is! I’m worried and you’ve never been gone this long without notice.

Again, it rang and rang before going to a pre-recorded voicemail. Spencer sat up, frowning, before typing out a text to both numbers.

[6:09 pm]

Spencer: Sorry to bother you, Gideon, but are you alright? You have me a little worried.

Spencer stared down at his phone for a few minutes, but no response came. He sighed, setting his phone aside and laying back down. I’ll give him until tomorrow. If he doesn’t answer, I’ll have to go to the police. I hate to do this to him, but I’m just worried!

He turned on his side, letting out a laugh when he felt tiny paws prodding him. “Hey, Milo. And Mojo too. I forgot you guys are practically attached at the hip.” Carefully, he made a little space beside him to allow the kittens to snuggle up next to him.

Soothed by the soft purrs, Spencer allows himself to fall asleep, letting his concerns melt away, even if for a little while.

Spencer woke with a start, quickly stilling himself to not wake to soundly snoozing kittens beside him. Carefully, he reached for his phone, blinking blearily at the bright screen. There were a few messages, but only one really caught his eye.

[6:57 am]

uN0wN: Typically, if someone doesn’t answer their phone or texts, maybe they just don’t want to talk to you.

[6:58 pm]

uN0wN: Of course, you know better, right? He would never ignore you in an emergency, right? I wonder what happened…

[6:59 am]

uN0wN: Use that beautiful brain of yours and figure it out. I’m sure you can do it. I believe in you, after all.

Spencer could scarcely breathe. That…that monster has Gideon. He took Gideon. Why? Why would he take Gideon? He felt tears welling up but quickly blinked them away, dropping his phone and pressing his face into his hands. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered to himself, feeling the tears come rushing back.

He lets out a quiet sob, not sure what to do or feel and he just wanted Gideon back. He was supposed to be the one suffering, not…the one that did everything to protect him. He had to save Gideon.

After however long, he managed to pull himself together. Gently rubbing Milo’s ears, Spencer shakily picked up his phone to check the rest of his messages, pointedly ignoring the ones from that bastard.

[7:02 pm]

De-Reel_Morgan: Hopefully you’re resting, like you should be. Talk to you later <3

[8:19 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Good morning, pretty boy.

[8:20 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Better be taking the best snooze in the world. I’ll call you later.

Spencer couldn’t help but smile. Even though he was feeling horrible, just seeing that Derek was worried about him made him feel a little better.

[8:39 am]

throughthe_Reids: Hey, Derek.

[8:40 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: You alright?

[8:41 am]

throughthe_Reids: Well, yeah, I am.

[8:42 am]

throughthe_Reids: I think.

Spencer hesitated. He wasn’t sure how much to explain to Derek. He might not believe me. And maybe there’s nothing he can do. I’d just be bothering him. He’s probably at work already. He might even have a case lined up.

[8:47 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Pretty boy. You can tell me. It’s okay, I promise.

Spencer drew in a deep breath. Come on. This is Derek we’re talking about. It’ll be fine, right?

[8:47 am]

throughthe_Reids: Long story short, I think the teacher I help out got kidnapped by my stalker.

When he didn’t get a reply, Spencer was quick to appease whatever questions were surely coming up.

[8:48 am]

throughthe_Reids: I haven’t told anyone else about this yet, and I’m sorry for keeping it from you.

[8:48 am]

throughthe_Reids: I just had to be cautious for obvious reasons.

[8:49 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Are you home right now?

[8:50 am]

throughthe_Reids: Well, yeah, but I’m not sure what that has to do with this.

[8:51 am]

De-Reel_Morgan: Good. Stay put. I’m on my way.

[8:52 am]

throughthe_Reids: What are you talking about?

[8:53 am]

throughthe_Reids: Please don’t tell me you’re actually coming over here.

[8:54 am]

throughthe_Reids: Derek. You really don’t need to do this.

[9:02 am]

throughthe_Reids: I guess there really is no stopping you.

Spencer groaned, feeling his chest grow tight with anxiety. I made him so worried that he felt he had to come over here. What…what do I do?

That was quickly answered when Penelope called him. “Hey, Penelo-”

“Spence! What’s happening?” She yelled, a mixture of worry and curiosity. Spencer could hear her heels clicking faintly in the background. So she is at work. That means Derek was too. “Morgan just jumped up and said he’s taking a few days off before running away! He said something vaguely about needing to save someone he cares about. Are you in danger?!”

“I’m…okay.” Spencer finally said, not really believing it but maybe if he repeated it enough times it would be true.

“I don’t like how you said that.” Penelope huffed. “So something is going on over there!”

“Yeah, you could say that.” Spencer laughed dryly. He could practically hear Penelope frowning through the phone.

“What’s going on, Spencer?” Penelope asked after a moment, her voice soft. Spencer hesitated, then sighed.

“I’m still trying to figure that out myself.”

“Is it…y’know. That guy again?” Penelope was basically whispering now.

Spencer could feel the tears threatening to flow again. “Mhm.” Penelope let out what could’ve been a snarl of anger.

“No one is gonna hurt you, Spencer. I can promise you that.” She sounded resolved, like she was determined to help despite Spencer not exactly asking her for it yet. “Send me anything you get. I’ll make sure you get the help of the whole BAU. I refuse to keep letting you be terrorized.”

“Thanks, Penelope.” Was all Spencer could muster to say, letting her hang up. He laid back on his bed, kittens snug against his side. Maybe if I wasn’t here, Gideon would still be around. If I hadn’t dragged him into my mess…

A couple hours later, there was a knock at the door. Spencer and the kittens carefully went to go inspect, the pair spying out the window at the visitor while Spencer spied through the peephole. Derek…

He opened the door and was immediately enveloped in a tight hug. “I’m sorry, Spence.” Derek murmured, gently rubbing Spencer’s back. “I’m so sorry.”

Spencer cried then. Really cried. Derek soothed him, guiding him inside and sitting him on the couch. “I just…I could’ve saved him.”

“It’s okay, Spence. Just breathe. Can you do that for me?” Spencer nodded, forcing himself to calm down. It took a tremendous amount of effort, but after a little bit, he was finally ready to talk.

“My mentor, Gideon, uh, used to work for the BAU but quit years ago.” Spencer explained. “He started teaching at the university he had occasionally done guest lectures at. He was more or less comfortable with the school. He often goes off to do his own thing and took my under his wing about five years ago. I won’t give the specific date since that doesn’t matter right now.

“What does matter is that I’ve had a stalker since high school who texts me and follows me around and Gideon was doing his best to protect me from him but now he’s gone and taken Gideon and I don’t know what to do.” Derek blinked at him, as if he wanted to ask a question, but eventually shook his head.

“I see.” He paused for a moment, thinking, before continuing. “If possible, I’d like to see the messages this stalker sent you. Maybe we’ll get a clue.”

Spencer frowned but handed over his phone, letting Derek thumb through the various messages from…that guy. “It’s nothing useful, I’m sure.”

“You’re right.” Derek sighed. “And the phone is probably a burner but I’ll have Garcia run it anyway.”

“She already has. It’s probably a waste of time.” Spencer muttered.

“Then…” Derek pulled on a smile that made Spencer just the slightest bit uneasy. He’s got a horrible, horrible plan. I can smell it.

Spencer takes Derek to the university to investigate Gideon’s office. “This place is trashed! I was just here yesterday and it was fine.” Spencer gasped, staring at the strewn papers and books.

“Our unsub might’ve been here. Maybe he was looking for something?” Derek offered, stepping carefully to not disturb any of the evidence.

“It looks more like stuff tossed in anger, rather than a search. But maybe that’s just me.” Spencer observed after a moment. “Have you contacted the police?”

“They’re at his apartment. I’m not sure if they’ll find any leads though.”

“He’s got another place, but I don’t know where it is. He said it’s a secret.”

“Well, there’s gotta be a way to find it. Maybe I’ll try and get those phones tracked.” Derek decided with a nod, stepping aside to make a few quick phone calls. While he was busy, Spencer eased his way to the back of Gideon’s office, eyeing the door that always peaked his curiosity, but he was never allowed in.

With a sigh, he slipped on a glove and carefully turned the knob, surprised to find it unlocked. Inside could be described liberally as a dungeon, but really it looked more like a sort of cellar? But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would Gideon have access to something like this?

He turned to call Derek and tell him what he’s found, but a sudden noise had him whipping back around, gazing into the half-light. Shakily, he pulled out his phone and turned on the flashlight. “Hello? Is someone here?”

Spencer was about to turn back and run out of the room when a hand snakes around his waist, with another pressing hard against his mouth. “Well, this was much easier than I anticipated. It’s like you were begging for me to come find you.”

Spencer knows that voice. That damn voice that’s been haunting him for years. He yelled against his hand, but he was sure no one would hear. This…this is it. I’m so sorry, Derek…Gideon.

“Now, be a good boy and come along.” The voice ordered, nudging Spencer towards a flight of stairs in the darkened room. “You’ll make this so much easier for the both of us if you just cooperate. After all, you don’t want your little Derek Morgan getting hurt, now do you?”

Spencer froze at that. Don’t you dare hurt Derek! With a few tears, Spencer bowed his head a little and allowed himself to be led away into the darkness, making sure to toss his phone into a far corner.

I’m so sorry.

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mylittlesyn · 2 years

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Premise: I JUST LOVE @yuujispinkhair YAKUZA KING SUKUNA SERIES SO MUCH, that I kept thinking about Prince Yuuji instead because I didn't want separate Sukuna and Winter 🥺.

Yuuji and you were both once rebellious angry teens in one of Tokyo's many bosozoku gangs. You have since opened a bike shop where you help other young bosozoku girls choose their bike and help repair them. As a passion project, you're rebuilding a bike and scouring for a part that just so happens to be sold by someone with the username: TigerPrince.

CW: Public sex, dubcon? Creampie (more like caught up in the moment), voyeurism?, Panty sniffing, overstim, domme reader

𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪, 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕤 𝔻ℕ𝕀

You scrolled through the parts listing on the yahoo , trying to find a carburetor for your CB500T. The bike was hard enough to find parts for in a junkyard, trying to find a carburetor for this bike that would be in decent condition was a nightmare. This had you resorting to looking through the auction listings, but even then those weren’t showing any promise… That is until you finally found one. Based on the photos, you knew you would need to take it apart… Deep clean it. “Lazy mother fu-...” You muttered, but nonetheless the part was needed if you were going to restore this bike to its former glory… At least enough to get it to run. The part was being sold by user ‘TigerPrince’. “Conceited much?” You clicked your tongue and scoffed while resting back on the bike seat. When you noticed the location of delivery, it was nearby. “Well… It would be nice to get the part now…” You muttered to yourself. After opting to pay now, you messaged the user, offering to forgo the shipping and pick it up yourself. He seemed overly enthusiastic in his reply, using smiley face emojis and plenty of exclamation points.

With a sigh, you shrugged it off, heading inside to wash your hands. You poured a hefty amount of dish soap onto your hands, trying to get all of the grease off, digging under your nails. The grease left your hand, save for a few bits between your fingerprints. It would have to do. Taking a look in the mirror, you smoothed over your bleached blonde hair noticing you’d probably have to do your roots soon. After inspecting your tubetop, you decided it was good enough for you to leave. You headed out while slipping on your tokofuku before getting onto your bike. While straddling the motorcycle, you put on your black helmet. After turning on the motorcycle, you headed down to the address given to you.

Reaching into the pocket of your cargo pants, you pulled out your phone to check the address again after pulling up the visor of your helmet. Before you was a house larger than you ever would have imagined, with a three car garage door. This was the address… You messaged TigerPrince and let them know that you were outside. A few minutes later the garage opens up, so you ride your bike instead, turning it off and placing down the kickstand. Pulling your helmet off, you stepped off from your custom red Shadow Phantom. It wasn’t until you placed your helmet down on the bike seat that you noticed just who TigerPrince was. “Well, well, well… If it isn’t good boy Yuuji of Inazuma no yō ni hayai.” You watched the pink haired man under the hood of the red sports car stand up straight while wiping his hands on a cloth. “How the hell can you afford a place like this?” You marveled while looking at all the various expensive cars in the garage that was deceptively large compared to the door.

“You’re the one who bought the carburetor?” He questioned in disbelief. “It’s been how many years?” His smile was just as bright as you remembered as he rushed over to give you a hug. He picked you up and spun you around with those strong arms before placing you back down.

“Haha quite a few.” You laughed while regaining your footing. “You look good…” You hummed while running your hand over his bicep that peeked out from his undershirt. “So… What are you doing now?” You wondered while taking off your tokofuku and tossing it back to your bike.

“I have a few businesses that I run. A pizza place being one of them.” He shrugged while wearing a boyish smile.

“Sure… That’s how you’re able to afford all of this.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes while walking around the garage, admiring the collection of cars.

“Honest!” He exclaimed, so you turned around with a chuckle. “You look good…” His eyes traveled along your body, his cheeks turning the same color as his hair.

“You do too.” You spoke while taking a few steps closer to him, looking at the toned muscles that you could make out under his tight undershirt.

“Wow…” He smiled again which made you blink a few times before tilting your head. “I never thought I would see you blush.” He chuckled while you shoved his shoulder with a pout. “Why don’t we take a ride for old time’s sake?” He suggested.

“How about we head to Tama lake?” His grin grew from ear to ear at your words, which you could help but match. His smiles were always so infectious.

“Yeah… That sounds great.”

There had been a Mercedes following you both since before you drove onto the highway. You were trying your best to enjoy the scenery, but it was distracting. There was a knotting feeling in your stomach, so you figured it was time to take action. Your hand gripped the throttle, pushing it foreward to speed up and swerve between cars in attempts to shake the tail. The mercedes sped up along with you and Yuuji, proving your fears to be right. Instead of keeping behind you, Yuuji rode up beside you, holding out his hand to ask what was wrong. You nosed over to the mercedes, pointing out the tail behind you both. He flipped up his visor, so you followed suit. “They’re not a tail! I know them!” He yelled over the wind. You pursed your lips and looked at the road ahead. Did you misunderstand something? Why would there be a third person on your date…? That would have to be something you would ask later as you were nearing the lake. The streets became more crowded with pedestrians as you exited the highway, leading into the city near the lake. “Follow me!” He dropped down his visor and rode along ahead, the hood of his yellow hoodie flapping in the wind. The way he was taking you was further from the lake, but he seemed to be confident in his movements, so you dropped down your visor and followed along. Eventually you both wound up at a parking lot surrounded by trees, but you were unsure where he was taking you. The silence was deafening now that the motorcycles had both turned off. A moment later, that mercedes that had been following you both pulled up and parked nearby. Out came taller skinny man with black hair that poked out in all directions.

“So who is that?” You wondered while staring at the blue eyed man walk towards you both as you took of your helmet.

“That’s my friend, Megumi. He comes with me everywhere.” He clarified, you finally looking back at him to see him watching Megumi with a smile.

“So he’s your bodyguard?” You raised a brow at him as he placed his helmet down on his bike.

“No! He’s a friend.” He corrected with furrowed brows while you chuckled. “Ok yeah, he’s my bodyguard but he’s a friend too!” He pouted before sticking his tongue out at you. You lightly slapped his cheek and pushed his face away with a giggle, his bright smile taking over his face.

“So where are we?” You questioned while looking around. Without saying a word, he took your hand and started to lead you down a path. His fingers interlaced with yours with your cheeks growing hot.

“So what did you end up doing with your life? You’re not still in the bosozoku, are you?” He asked while you admired all the greenery.

“I own a bike shop. With the rise of more girls joining the bosozoku, I think it’s really important that they have a trusted place to go for this kind of thing.” You explained with your chest puffing out a bit. Owning your own shop was something you took great pride in. You weren’t just talk when it came to bikes, you could build one if you had to. It was your absolute joy.

“It couldn’t have been easy to convince the banks to give you a loan for it.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. You couldn’t help but grin, thinking about how little he changed. Sure he wasn’t angry the way you remember him… But you grew out of that part of you as well. There was a warm aura to him, one that radiated brightness like the sun. It made you happy to see him this way. You remember how angry and in pain he looked when you were both young and fighting in the bosozoku before. You clenched at your tube top over your heart, thinking back to it.

“It wasn’t. In fact the first time I went they outright turned me down. The loan officer said I ‘didn’t look like a bike shop owner.’ Said that the customers wouldn’t trust me if I didn’t look the part.” You recalled while noticing a Torii in the distance.

“So what did you do…?” He wondered while stealing glances of you.

“I got my sleeve that you saw…” You rolled up your sleeve on your left arm a bit to expose the edge of your tattoo. “Then I grabbed my tokofuku, placed my helmet onto his desk, took off the tokofuku and asked if I looked the part now.” You reminisced.

“No! There’s no way that happened!” He snorted while shaking his head.

“It did! I swear!” You insisted while nudging him with your shoulder.

“Well I suppose if I’d believe that story from anyone, it’d be you.” His grin reached from ear to ear, your cheeks growing a bit warm as you both walked under the Torii.

“So what shrine is this?” You queried while looking up ahead at the path, trying to find some sort of shrine in the distance, but nothing came into view yet other than more trees.

“Honestly I’m not sure… But I come here whenever I want to feel more at peace.” He hummed while you thumbed the back of his calloused hand.

“I like who you’ve become.” You blurted without realizing, your cheeks growing hotter still. “Er… I mean… So far, I don’t know-” You stopped talking when you were interrupted by his booming laughter, both of you stopping on the path. He let go of your hand to place it on your cheek, his thumb smoothing over your skin.

“You’re cuter than I remember.” He mused while staring into your eyes. You grew entranced by the honey color as you placed your hand on his face, your thumb tracing over his lower lip. Sliding your thumb past his lips with yours parted in awe, you watched as he sucked on the digit.

“You’re adorable.” You murmured while tugging his face down towards yours to then pull out your thumb to press your lips to his. Smoothing over his tan skin, you rested your hand on the back of his neck, enjoying the smell and taste of him. His bare hand slid around your waist, under the tokofuku, caressing your bare skin. The entire time butterflies were growing in your stomach. Sure, he made you comfortable, yes but… There was a spark that wasn’t there from when you met him in your late teens. Moving blindly, you pushed him up against a tree that was behind him, tugged on his shirt to pull him back down to you. A little whine escaped from his lips to yours. You couldn’t help the smirk that played itself on your lips while you pressed your hips to his. Sharing your grin, he smoothed over your cheek with his tongue sliding past your lips. Your tongue massaged his, a moan mumbling against him. His hand slid around your waist and down to your behind, him grabbing it and pulling you to him. Mewling, you pulled away from him to start placing pecks along his neck. The cute little whines he made had you squeezing your thighs together, with him placing his other hand on your behind to squeeze it and pull you to him. Just when you reached the edge of his neck where his collarbone showed, you started to suck on his skin. He squeezed your behind a little harder and you could feel him hardening against you. He cried out your name into your ear before finally letting go of your behind. Pulling away, you started to undo your cargo pants, pulling the hem from out of your boots to struggle kicking them off. Both of you were giggling at your struggle, with him helping to keep you balanced so you wouldn’t fall over. Once those were off, you took off your lace underwear, putting them into the pocket of your tokofuku.

“Actually…” He reached into your pocket and pulled out your panties. “Can I keep them?” He wondered before taking whiff with them held to his nose. A sly grin played on your lips with your fingers threading into his hair, fisting it and pulling him down to you so you could press your lips to his outer shell.

“When did good boy Yuuji become so naughty?” You teased before nibbling on his ear, but the only response from him was a whine. Thumbs hooked under his joggers, you pulling them down to free his hardened length. You ran a delicate finger under his jaw, looking back into those gentle honey colored eyes. “You going to be good for me?” You cooed, studying his every move. His lips parted before pursing, nodding with fervor.

“I’ll be good.” He whined with his face growing flushed. Placing your hands on his shoulders, you jumped up to wrap your legs around his hips. He held tightly onto your thighs, with him spinning you both around to push your back up against the tree. With the newfound leverage, he pulled his hips back a bit while lifting you further, to then sink you down onto his thick girth. The stretch made you moan while you ran your finger along the scar at the outer edge of his lips. After placing a tender kiss on the healed wound, you nuzzled your face into his while he let you adjust. His face was so warm to the touch… Everything about him was warm… He was like the hug you never knew you needed. His movements started achingly slow, but he rubbed against that perfect spot within you each time. You were moaning straight into his ear, arms wrapping around his neck while he buried his face in yours. The slight vibrations were felt against your skin as his muffled whines were so close to your ear.

“You sound so pretty.” You mumbled to him, using your grip on his hips to quicken the pace. With your forearms, you pushed down on his shoulders to help lift yourself off of him before dropping back down. The depth he reached had you curling your toes in your boots. His fingers were digging into your thighs, him pressing you harder to the tree before thrusting his hips faster. You groaned into his ear before nibbling at the lobe, tugging it along with your movements. While bucking his hips forward, he changed the angle with his tip kissing your womb. You reached to his back, scratching his hoodie in desperation. It all felt so good, like exactly what you needed in that moment. “Make a pretty creamy mess for me baby.” You cooed with your lower lip dragging along his ear, tracing your tongue along his outer shell. It was easy to see how far gone he was, his quiet whimpers alone making your muscles start to tighten. The pace started to make you feel dizzy, but it was only bringing you closer to your high.

“M’gonna cum!” He cried a choked sob with him thrusting rapidly, though his pace had grown erratic. You held your breath, trying to prolong your time spent on the edge of pleasure, only to come crashing over while you felt his hot ropes poor into you. Both of you relaxed into each other, only using what was needed to keep yourself up. Chuckles consumed you both before pulling away to look at each other. “I’m glad I got to see you… Wait!” His eyes widened with him lowering you carefully. “Are you on birth control?!” He asked quickly while kneeling on the ground before you as your eyes widened too. The blood drained from your face as you stumbled back to the tree.

“No…” You confessed, only to have him react without another word. He dove between your legs, his thumbs pulling apart at your lower lips. His tongue began to lick up everything that was leaking out, his nose rubbing and bumping your sensitive bundle of nerves. Without even realizing what you were doing, you bucked your hips forward with a whine. Your fingers laced themselves in his pink fluffy hair, tugging slightly before using it to rub yourself on his nose some more. His tongue darted into your hole as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to concentrate on the pleasure succeeding overstimulation. The whines vibrated against your heat, arousing you further. The high was quickly rising, your hips bucking ardor to rub his nose against your nub. In the distance, you could hear footsteps nearing, the thought of getting caught fueling you even more. His tongue continued to dive in, trying to dig every bit of his seed out of you. The fact that he was turned on by his own actions aroused you even more, your muscles tightening. “Yuuji!” You cried while reaching your high, just as the sound of the footsteps stopped before you.

“People are coming.” An unfamiliar voice spoke as your eyes fluttered open. It was Yuuji’s friend standing before you, looking off to the side with blush on his cheeks and hands shoved in his pocket. Yuuji scrambled up as you tried to catch your breath, your heartbeat steadying. He shook the dirt and moss bits off of your cargo pants before helping you slip back into them. Forcing your boots through them was harder than you anticipated, but with Yuuji’s help you managed to do it just on time before the people neared. Both of you started laughing again as the strangers walked past behind you both.

“When can I see you again…?” He asked, his smile fading with his cheeks red. As you bit your bottom lip, you watched him start to fidget, his eyes getting bigger with his hands in his pockets and his red sneaker digging into the dirt. “You’re fun and I’d like to hang out again…” He explained only to have you smile wide.

“Trying to get rid of me already?” You teased while lightly punching his arm. His eyes finally looked up at you with his head tilted to the side. “You haven’t even given me the carburetor yet. I already paid, you’re not trying to get out of this deal, are you?” You watched his face light up, the brightest you’ve seen it all day.

“Never.”

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