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captain039 · 7 months

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Part 6 The lords servant

Astarion x reader

Warnings: plus size reader, light swearing, vampire things, sexual, first times, eventual smut, harassment, sexual harassment, angst, past abuse, past trauma

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You had decided to stay, though things were different now, he didn’t make you clean, cook or check over things in the house. You were more of a guest now than servant, he gave you your own room despite your words of not needing it. He insisted greatly, saying you could decorate as you pleased. He wished to go with you to the shops so he could show you the best places for silks and blankets, clothes and perfumes. It saddened you, he had this glint in his eye of wanting to explore this new bond you shared to its fullest, only to be stopped by the sun. You didn’t go shopping, you kept your clothes simple with the ones you had packed, though it made him huff saying he wished to lavish you in wonderful things. You would just shake your head and say you were happy with what you had, he would pout like a child and it would make you laugh though. Honestly you were scared to buy new clothes, you’d have to be sized and measured, you didn’t want the scrutiny of some seamstress judging your body, you also felt wrong for such beautiful things to be waisted on your body, but the lord didn’t need to know that.

You were rather lost in thought, thinking back to your family when you felt arms around your waist and a head bury in your neck. Had you not recognised the soft curls and smell of your lord, you would’ve slapped them. You simply smiled as he pressed light kisses to your neck humming gently.

“What’s my little pup thinking about so deeply?” He asked and you shrugged lightly.

“Just home, well, where I grew up” you muttered frowning lightly. You were still off with the whole touching thing, you stepped out of his hold turning to look at him instead making him frown lightly.

“Tell me about it?” He asked head tilted slightly in question.

“It’s really boring and depressing” you chuckled but the laughter didn’t reach your eyes.

“Nothing about you is boring my dear, please, I’m all pointy ears” he grinned lightly and sat making you huff with a smile.

“My mother was named witch of the town, my father was in trades, he wasn’t home often. My mother was good with potions and alchemy, not really any magic in her unless she tried hard enough. She was, well she was odd to caught up in her old books to really see what was happening around her” you sighed.

“Too busy to see what was happening to me” you added quietly as the lord kept his attention on you fully.

“Like I said I’d get bullied a lot and beaten, she’d never notice, I’d try to tell her and she’d mumble something about a potion or herb before going back into her room, when i tried to tell my father he’d either pretend to be too busy or just ignored me, it was really just me growing up, and the donkey we had” you chuckled at the last part remembering.

“His name was Al, short for Albert, I loved him so much, id talk to him, sounded like a mad child now” you shook your head with a smile.

“He was too dumb though, didn’t know what was what and died out in the woods from a bear” you grimaced at the memory of finding him.

“I knew i had locked the gate that night, somebody opened it” you huffed.

“Bastards” the lord said frowning.

“I found him torn to shreds, horrible sight for a youngen” you shuddered.

“My parents didn’t care obviously, just told me to go work the barn, there was nothing in the barn to work with though so I just read books” you shrugged looking to him.

“Hopefully your parents were better than mine, I mean they did raise you” you smiled before it faded. His eyes went blank, his lips drawn into a thin line.

“I’m sorry-“ you stuttered as he stood, you began to panic as he simply left making you sigh. Even a hint about asking about his past he’d shut down and leave, maybe it wasn’t the right time, but he was a mystery to you, you knew nothing about him and he knew your life story.

You wandered around the mansion, exploring the rooms you could go in, wandering the library before finding a book and settling down. When dinner came you headed to the kitchen, smelling some delicious stew. You got looks from the servants now though, you grabbed some food and left back to your room passing the lords on the way. You froze though seeing one of the servants against the wall, his head in their neck. He was feeding, just with less activity now, but their moaning and fingers in his curls made your stomach churn with jealousy before you stormed back to your room. Of course he had to fed how stupid could you be. You packed your room if possible there would be an angry dark cloud above your head. Gods you felt so stupid, caught up in this new love. You groaned in frustration wanting to throw something breakable before you heard knocking. You took a quiet breath before opening the door seeing the lord there, not a drop of blood on his face.

“Evening my dear” he said and you wanted to scoff.

“I wish to be left alone” you said as nice as you could with a smile and he frowned.

“Are you not feeling well?” He asked and you felt like slapping him.

“Yes, just a bit feverish, I’m going to bed early, goodnight my lord” you said curtly and gave a small bow before closing the door. You clenched your jaw and fisted your hands before sitting by your desk.

Astarion stood confused outside your door, you didn’t look feverish to him. His mouth was bitter with the servants blood, he simply needed to feed, nothing more, however the servant had other plans moaning against him. It made him growl in annoyance, but they only took it as a spur and continued. He couldn’t handle it so he forced them away seeing the confusion. You had pressed about his past again, you told him about your past and he kept his hidden in the shadows where it belonged, the invisible collar around his neck tugging in reminder. He wouldn’t bring you into that, wouldn’t let his past consume you like it has everything else, not when you were this light in his life. When he first spotted you he’d never seen something so divine and swore on getting a taste, however that proved difficult. His usual charms and flattery didn’t work on you, you had high walls and something held you back. Gods know he saw red when those bastards touched you, saw the fear in your eyes, he almost slit their throats and drank them dry there and then had you not been there. He meant what he said when he would kill them, but your too kind heart didn’t see it fit. When you entered his room after days of him not feeding and being in his bed he hurt you. He felt nothing but hunger as the sweetness of your blood flowed into his body for the first time. It made him shudder till he realised what he had done. He’d been so close to having you, after his brood he swore he was going to have you, but you came in, checking on him like a wounded animal. Where the hell was Daenan? He’d tear into him later, right then, he was chasing you through Baldurs gate and into an alleyway, your blood tingling on his tongue. He’d taken too much and your burst of escape caused you to pass out against him. He hated being out in the city, it was too exposed, too many eyes in the shadows. He hastily got home with you in his arms, his guards giving him odd looks before he sneered at them. Your unconscious form made his heart stir for the first time in 200 years, you looked at peace, not like the gut wrenching fear from before. He stayed by your bed, held your hand made sure you were comfortable before you finally awoke. He had gone back to check on you only to find you weren’t there and his panic settling in. He saw the balcony doors open though and sighed seeing your form lit in the moonlight. Gods what a sight, you almost glistened in light, the wind gently blowing through your hair and white robe, you looked like a goddess. When you kissed him he felt like his heart leapt out his chest, your desperateness and needy noises made him crave you, though this was probably the first time you’d ever initiated a kiss from someone. Seeing you smile and giggle softly made him swoon like a young vampire again, hearing you say you’d stay made his heart leap. He’d been too excited he knows that now, giving you your own room, wanting to buy you dresses, silk sheets and blankets, perfumes, anything good gold could buy. It made you uncomfortable, he saw the way you’d look to the ground and gently shake your head with a small thank you. You weren’t from this life, a simple village girl with no one, but herself, he craved you though, craved your touch, craved your lips, your blood. He fed more regularly, trying to rid of the cravings he felt, but it never worked. He felt how you’d shy away from his touch and keep a safe distance should you need to run. He’d broken trust and he was trying to hard to get it back, for the first time in 200 years he didn’t know what he was doing, he didn’t know how to win your affections, it seemed so simple when doing it for ‘him’.

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vyloy · 2 years

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It all started with a ball~ || Moriarty brothers,mostly William ||

Minors and Female aligned DNI i will not hesitate to block and i do check.

Tw: Exhibition, Vibrator, sadist William , foursome at the end, overstimulating, fucked dumb.

(Let's pretend vibrators were advanced back then for the sake of this fic)

This originally was a thirst i had sent to @/secretivemessenger ,please do check out his content,they're all amazing<3

This is the longer version!

Male reader(pronouns used and titles such as sir) AMAB reader!

Not proofread

You glare at william as he just smiles at you innocently from the other side of the room,though he is far from innocent.

Earlier that day you had agreed to go to a ball with him, originally Albert had been the one invited but he was too busy so William offered to take his place and asked you to be his partner for the evening, excited to go to a ball, you immediately agreed, though you did not anticipate having a vibrator up your ass, hitting your prostate just right. If you moaned just once, all the nobles will never forget it, your reputation would be ruined.

"How are you this fine evening, Sir (name)?" Asked a woman as she snaps you out of your daze, she had been eyeing you the whole night, you did have a pretty face afterall, "ah uhm, I'm doing splendid, thank you for asking,what about you, what is a fine lady like you doing here without a date?", you asked in return, flattering her, "why don't you be my date then?", she suggests, before you could answer, you feel the vibrator being turned on the highest level as a hand pulls you towards their shoulder as you look at the ground, "No thank you, he already has a date as you can tell", William' voice could be heard as you struggle to hide your moans of pleasure, the woman gives a disgusted look, mumbling about how same sex relationship was gross before stomping away, clearly furious at missing her chance. With your head still buried in his shoulder, William chuckles "You're not letting go?is my body really that comfortable, my dear?", "s-shut up and t-turn it ah...down!", you say,hitting your hands against his chest.

"Your expression was pretty cute might i say",William smiles at you, your out of breath face still embedded into his mind.

"Shut your trap", "now now,don't make a scene,people are looking, you wouldn't want them to see your fucked out expression, now would you~?" He teases, letting a smirk form on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen alike,we will now proceed to the main event of the ball, dancing!", the MC says as they announce the dance, you turn to see William with his hand out for you "Shall we?", you take his hand as he kisses the back of it while reaching for something in his pocket, you suddenly feel the vibrator turned back on, the highest setting no less, letting an irk mark form, you whisper "you twat..." before dancing with William, your legs almost giving out on you as you try your best to continue dancing, "You don't look so good,my dear" William says in a fake worried tone while you struggle to not let any sounds out. Eventually your legs gave out as you fall on the ground, panting and trying to not moan, the host saw and stopped the music but before the host could reach you, William intervened "My partner is quite alright, this evening has just been tiring for him, we shall go back right away, i hope you dont mind..", William says with an apologetic face, the host eventually lets you both walk out to a carriage.

Once in the carriage, William begins to unbutton your pants, "William!stop...haven't you had your fun torturing me back there!?" You whisper yell,it was a long way home but the coachman was just infront you both.

"Shh,if you don't want him to hear you,you better be quiet" he whispers as he begins to unbutton his own pants,just enough to let his cock out, and then pulling you onto his lap, plunging you down his cock immediately. "A-agh-", you moaned out, William extends his finger to his mouth,hushing you before grabbing your hips and thrusting you down and up on his cock,everytime he would leave just the tip in and then thrust all the way in you, tears in your eyes as you bite down on your outer, muffling moans and screams, William just looks at you with a look of satisfaction.

"W-william~! st-stop...", you managed to whisper between muffled moans, it had been 45 minutes of being fucked dumb, he somehow showed no signs of being tired while you on the other hand, were being overstimulated, over and over again, you feel your hole burning with agony as he plunges into you again and again, "My dear, are you alright~?", he says smirking

looking up at you as you sat on his cock, "y-you bast- Ah!", your words were cut off by William hitting your prostate just right, going in balls deep, " are you okay ,Sir (Name)?", the coachman asks,stopping the carriage ,instantly making you panic as William just has an amused look plastered on his face, you hear the coachman walking to open the door and....

"Ah..is Sir (Name) asleep?", he asks

Your head was buried in William' chest, a coat placed over your body, "yes he is, he was pretty tired from all the dancing we did", William says,smiling at the coachman, "hurry up, we need to go home as soon as possible" "Yes ,Sir William", as soon as the door and curtains were closed, he wasted no time thrusting into you again, hitting your prostate everytime, making you cum in the matter of seconds.

By now, you have gotten home to the Moriarty Mansion, by now it was 2.54AM, it was quite late, you wanted to go back to your room but how could you with your hole fucked so much, your legs were basically useless at this point, only able to walk a couple steps before falling down.

William grabbed you before you plummeted onto the ground, "ah-ah, we aren't done yet, it would be a shame if my brothers didn't try your hole wouldn't it?", just as he says this, the other two moriarty brothers emerge from the dark corridor ,chuckling a bit before looking at you with hunger in their eyes, it was clear they wanted to devour you.

"Ah! Please sto- Ah~~!", your cries could be heard from miles away, getting fucked dumb by three brothers after being overstimulated just mere moments before.

You sat on Louis' cock facing the others, Albert sucking on your nipples, they have gotten quite sensitive by now.

William was sucking on your cock, bobbing his head on it, sucking it good.

"Are you feeling good..?", Louis asks not wanting to hurt you, he had always been the softest when it comes to sex, unless he had a bad day, is giving you a punishment or both. "Mmngh", was all you could say, it was too much for you.

The brothers had been devouring you for 2 hours now and they may continue to if you keep letting out those delicious moans just for them.

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Here is your food

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anxious-alastor · 1 year

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Haven't I Given Enough? ‖ Pt. 2 ‖ Albert Wesker x Reader

Thank you for all the love on the first part! This especially goes to @blueberry-thrawn who requested a part 2!

You awoke to the hum of fluorescent lights and the almost sickening motion of a boat on water. You were on the lowest section of a standard tanker bunk bed. A warm black trenchcoat covered you, it smelled like expensive cologne. You nuzzled your face against the fabric that smelled like him, breathing in deeply as you slowly acknowledged the world around you.

The hum of the lights, while still strong, was not as loud as the rumbling of the tanker. Yet you could hear talking in an adjoining room. You couldn't make out what they were saying until a woman began yelling.

"I was supposed to join you in the new world, only me! I was supposed to be your Queen, Albert!" It was Excella. Of course she was throwing a tantrum. Given your own adoration of the man, you couldn't quite blame her but you were curious how this woman couldn't see his partnership with her wasn't romantic, barely even friendly.

Slipping out of bed while keeping Wesker's trenchcoat wrapped around you, you approached the slightly open door and peered through the port-hole.

"Who says you won't be?" Wesker spoke coolly despite Excella gripping his chest harness tightly, "Why is it now that you are becoming jealous?"

"You had control over them before... now they control you." Excella hissed.

"That's simply not true." Wesker chuckled, "You think I'd allow such a thing?"

"If you can promise me, you love me, and not them. Then I'll believe you."

Wesker's face showed little emotion, his mouth opened to reply but was soon cut off as the ship yawed suddenly and caused you to push the door shut completely. Excella's head whipped towards the door while Wesker only shifted his eyes.

You backed away from the door, not wanting to get hit with it when it would—

"YOU! YOU EAVESDROPPING ASSHOLE!" The door swung open with so much force the contact it made with the wall reverberated through your bones. Excella lunged at you with a clawed hand. Her manicured nails glinted as her hand came towards your face. You were so surprised that she actually went for it, you just barely missed her palm but got caught by her nails. You could feel searing pain and warm liquid dripping down your face.

She went to strike again, only, you were prepared this time. You grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her, resulting in a shriek.

"So pathetic." You hissed as you grabbed her hair and slammed her into the nearest wall. You were tempted to break her arm as she continued whimpering and wriggling against you but a hand on your shoulder made you stop. It made you remember Wesker was there.

"Now now, we can settle this without any violence.." He spoke calmly, "Does that sound good, Excella?"

A huff of anger was followed by a pitiful "Yes, Albert.."

"Good. Go ahead and let go of her, Dearheart." He whispered the pet name into your ear, his lips brushing against your ear before he quickly pulled away. "Follow me."

You released Excella quickly, trailing behind Wesker as you heard Excella slowly follow behind.

He led the two of you to a lab. There were several flowers in tanks and vials stored in locked cabinets. You could just barely see his eyes behind his glasses as he turned to you with two injectors.

"Let's see who's worthy of my creation." He held out the injectors, offering one to you and Excella. You took it, holding it as Excella accepted her own. She was smirking at you, while you turned to Wesker for confirmation.

His crimson eyes locked with yours and he nodded slightly, offering some much needed reassurance.

"Go ahead." He pressured. There was a certain excitement to his demeanour now.

You took a small breath before injecting yourself, Excella following shortly after. You felt a surge of heat in your body, something taking over your DNA. You collapsed, groaning as the change took place. It wasn't exactly a pleasant process. Excella seemed fine at first, even laughing at you as if you were stupid. Yet as your vision darkened you heard her scream.

•••

You woke up once more, still wrapped in Albert's trenchcoat but somehow warmer than before. Instead of a bed you were sitting on a chair. Yet you felt it shift under you. Definitely not a normal chair.

"Finally awake are we?" Albert had you tucked close to him as he was working.

You sighed sleepily, "Did it work...?"

When he didn't reply you looked up at him. The moment he saw your eyes, the same crimson as his own, he seemed to relax. He smiled and pressed his lips against your cheek as he held you closer, tighter, protectively.

"The world will be ours my love. You will have the world."

#albert wesker #albert wesker x reader

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virulentmastermind · 2 months

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@willxtoxsurvive has entered the web

𝐃𝐑. 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. It was what he was owed, of course, for years of service - practically from birth - and in his final moments before he turned coat, he was going to steal the rug out from under his old friend, Dr. William Birkin. Birkin had been up to more things than just floundering around Annette's skirt, it seemed. He'd been working on something special. The G-Virus.

And Albert desired it. Not only would it be evidence enough for the United States to see that the Umbrella Corporation had been working on biological weapons, it would also be perfect for Wesker to sell to the highest bidder. Once he procured a small sample to study for himself, of course.

Wesker descends to the underground lab that he'd visited many times before. After all, it was in this very lab that Albert had become the crowning achievement of the Spencer Foundation - unbeknownst to him - when he'd been injected with the Progenitor virus. Black combat boots strike hard against the metal plating, before coming into contact with a dark brown, viscous substance that attempts and fails to seep through his rubber sole. The puddle squelches beneath his even & measured step. Crimson boot prints stain the floor as he walks.

Blood. Beautiful.

Its presence is known to him, so familiar. The iron smells sweet to his senses... But why are there puddles of it, scattered everywhere, staining the elegant floor of the underground compound?

Newly enhanced eyes sweep the too-quiet corridors. No alarms, nothing. Almost as if someone had shut down all the defenses.

"You are getting too lazy, William," Albert hisses, the thought of If I was still security chief, this would have never happened, dancing around that grandiose + confident brain of his.

And though the hairs at the back of his neck do not stand up, Wesker is acutely aware that something has gone wrong in his dear old friend's lab.

𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐍, 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐋. Surprisingly, he is not intercepted for some time, and manages to almost make his way completely to Birkin's lab before being attacked by a zombie. The creature is felled in one shot, but the sound is enough to alert William of Wesker's presence. He steps out from a panel and calls Albert over.

"Birkin," comes the stilted syllables rolling off of Albert's tongue.

"You're alive," William simply says.

What ensues after their little acknowledgement of each other is a verbal fight that explodes like a powder keg. Wesker throws everything in Birkin's face: how he felt betrayed, how he was going to take the G-Virus for himself, and how he was going to make sure that William went down for all of this.

Albert knows, deep down, that he is only being petty over William's fascination with Annette.

But that doesn't matter. Only he does.

The gun is trained on William's chest as the last sample of the G-Virus is clutched between shaking fingers. The weapon glints in the light, and Wesker is all cold gunmetal and tundra, motioning for the sample with a tilt of his head.

"Give it here. I will not ask again. You know me, William, I do despise repeating myself."

It is only then that Albert allows himself to see the blood blossoming upon white fabric, littering Birkin's abdomen and chest in brilliant crimson.

A sudden sound breaks the tension that bubbles so thick between them: a door clambering open with a shriek. All at once, many things occur, dominoes falling into place.

A ragtag group enters the lab. William Birkin injects his dying body with the G-Virus and starts to mutate. Dr. Albert Wesker turns on his heel and takes cover, because while he had successfully mutated, he isn't so sure that William will survive, nor is he sure just who - or what - William will become after the infection.

William doubles and triples in size, part of his arm becoming engorged with blood, a single eye dancing at its center, desperate to see just who was causing ruckus in the lab. Birkin starts to rage as a target is spotted, a man in a gas mask. He charges at pipes while the man moves and says something about the group pushing forward.

And Wesker simply watches. . . until he turns and is face to face with the same group from earlier, a woman whose covered face draws his eye. Her hair is short and dark, framing her face, and a blond brow lifts in slight amusement over his own black glasses.

"Hm..."

Eyes suddenly shift to see the USS patches on their uniforms. The Umbrella Security Service. He could work with that.

"Dr. Albert Wesker," he murmurs, "Chief security officer. I was responding to an on call complaint about the lab security network being down. Identify yourselves as per protocol."

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joanquill · 2 years

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Helloo how are you doing? I hope you are well and taking care of yourself!!I fell in love with your writings and was eager to ask you something. Can I ask for the reaction of Albert Moriarty and Sebastian Moran when they discover that their s/o are asexual (complete, partial or conditional lack of sexual attraction)? It's okay if you can't do or want to switch characters

Asexual!S/O with Albert and Sebastian

Albert James Moriarty and Sebastian Moran

A/N: AAAHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 🤧 I hope you're taking care of yourselves and staying safe! I will start making the Halloween requests after Oct. 15! Also, I want to acknowledge the one who commented on the MDD post and say thank you🙇and I'm glad you liked it! Sorry, I couldn't reply, this isn't my primary blog ^^"

Albert James Moriarty

He'd be very supportive and understanding.

I don't think he'll make a big deal out of it, it's a part of you, and he respects it.

He would reassure you that you don't have to force yourself on him.

He still loves you for everything you are.

You two will just talk about your boundaries and wants, and he'll listen to everything.

He's not courting you just to sleep with you.

But if you really wanted to do it, he'd make sure it was a pleasant experience for you and him.

...He'll mostly focus on you, though.

If people start some trouble about you two, he'll shut them down immediately.

Your relationship is just between you and him, and your sexuality is your business.

If a bunch of ladies try to swoop in and flirt with him, saying how it must be so hard on him, he'd have the hardest time trying to keep a straight face.

When he started to speak, the guests all swear they saw their lives flash before their eyes from how terrifying Albert was.

Needless to say, no one tried to mess with your relationship after he told them off.

Nothing much has changed between you two after you came out.

In other words, Albert still loves you, and your sexuality won't change how he feels about you.

Sebastian Moran

Sebastian would be the one who needs more time to adjust compared to Albert.

Knowing the colonel's history, you knew you two wouldn't fit each other.

You two were basically water and oil in your eyes.

How you two got together, you don't really know.

You told him immediately when he admitted his feelings for you, not wanting to feel like you were lying to him.

He was surprised at first, expecting your answer is either yes or no, but it didn't last long.

Sebastian reassures you that he loves you for you and he's not just after your body.

And he definitely won't leave or betray you just for some passing fun.

He was definitely awkward when you two first started dating, unsure of many things.

But when you sit Sebastian down and talk about your boundaries and wants in your relationship, he starts getting used to it.

He'll never force you to do it with him and immediately stops you when he notices you feeling pressured.

But if you are into it, you'll see a new side to him.

He'd be gentle, patient, considerate, and makes sure you weren't in pain or anything.

Before and after, he makes sure you feel loved.

He takes some time to get used to it, but it becomes normal for him after a while.

#yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #albert moriarty x reader #sebastian moran x reader #albert james moriarty x reader #albert moriarty #albert james moriarty #ynm sebastian #sebastian moran #headcanons

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secretivemessenger · 2 years

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Again very rushed but i'm pretty proyd of it cuz exhibition is one of my kinks,especially using a vibrator in the public🤤

Tw: Exhibition, Vibrator, sadist William.

(Let's pretend vibratord were advanced back then for the sake of this fic)

Male reader,AMAB.

You glare at william as he just smiles at you innocently from the other side of the room,though he is far from innocent.

"How are you this fine evening, Sir (name)?" Asked a woman as she snaps you out of your daze, she had been eyeing you the whole night, you did have a pretty face afterall, "ah uhm, I'm doing splendid, thank you for asking,what about you, what is a fine lady like you doing here without a date?", you asked in return, flattering her, "why don't you be my date then?", she suggests, before you could answer, you feel the vibrator being turned on the highest level as a hand pulls you towards their shoulder as you look at the ground, "No thank you, he already has a date as you can tell", William' voice could be heard as you struggle to hide your moans of pleasure, the woman gives a disgusted look, mumbling about how same sex relationship was gross before stomping away, clearly furious at missing her chance. With your head still buried in his chest, William chuckles "You're not letting go?is my body really that comfortable, my dear?", "s-shut up and t-turn it ah...down!", you say,hitting your hands against his chest.

"Your expression was pretty cute might i say",William smiles at you, your out of breath face still embedded into his mind.

"Shut your trap", "now now,don't make a scene,people are looking, you wouldn't want them to see your fucked out expression, now would you~?" He teases, letting a smirk form on his face.

"Ladies and gentlemen alike,we will know proceed to the main event of the ball, dancing!", the MC says as they announce the dance, you turn to see William with his hand out for you "Shall we?", you take his hand as he kisses the back of it while reaching for something in his pocket, you suddenly feel the vibrator turned back on, the highest setting no less, letting an irk mark form, you whisper "you twat..." before dancing with William, your legs almost giving out on you as you try your best to continue dancing, "You don't look so good,my dear" William says in a fake worried tone while you struggle to not let any sounds out. Eventually your legs gave out as you fall on the ground, panting and trying to not moan, the host saw and stopped the music but before the host could reach you, William intervened "My partner is quite alright, this evening has just been tiring for him, we shall go back right away, i hope you dont mind..", William says with an apologetic face, the host eventually lets you both walk out to a carriage.

-Louy

Thisss is so good and the fact that this is definitely canon , he would fuck you silly many times on your way home and when you finally reach home he would dress you up and let you off to walk inside by your own , you had to cover up your bottom as the cum stains were obvious , it all being williams cum that he pushed onto you , he walked faster than you before turning around and saying in a teasing tone “hurry up dear we’re still not finished”

Soo goood noonie , also apologies about the late response i was reading elceed and fell asleep without realising it , my bad 💀

#&louy — anon #idc this is content #william james moriarty #moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #william x male reader

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fairytaehl · 2 years

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she stole his shirt, he fell in love

Decided to upload one of my Mileven fanfics here off of ao3 (WubADubDub) just for exposure sake. If people like it then I'll consider posting the others on here.

Summary: The Hellfire shirt. He had gushed about it in his letters, how Eddie pitched the idea right before Halloween and when he made the order in late November. At the airport he told her they were given to the members by him as a Christmas gift, and he didn't wear it then, he was saving it for the first day back. But he had mentioned he tried it on right before she came. Which meant he was still lingering on the fabric.

Alternatively, Eleven wears Mike's Hellfire tee.

Rays of blue and white with faint hints of orange and yellow hitting the brunette's face in the early hours of the morning caused her to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking a few times as they adjusted to the light, followed by her fists coming up to rub the drowsiness away as she stretched her legs. When she extended her arms, lids squeezed shut, she felt herself tap the body beside her.

Eyebrows raised up high, she landed her eyes on the boy beside her. He was looking at her from the soft nudge, one side of his mouth curling up in a grin. Absent-mindedly, she softly smiled back, fixated on him.

"Goodmorning," he said, his voice clear of grogginess, meaning he had been up for some time already.

Eleven gave a nod of her head unconsciously. "Good... morning," she replied quietly.

Unable to help herself, she was taking in all of his features. He was holding a book about Albert Einstein, someone he explained briefly to her before, in his hands, one of the gifts he received from his family yesterday for the holiday. How he was able to take in all of that complicated information when the sun was barely up in the sky was beyond her.

But it was something she loved so much about him. She loved how he was so studious, so intelligent but humble about it, still carefree and dorky, yet able to be serious and clearheaded. Posing himself as nonchalant, distant and cool, when underneath it all he was a bit shy, really nerdy and at times, emotional. All of it she loved. And even if the days grew twice the size, it still wouldn't be enough time for her to wax poetic about the way she considered his every trait.

His hair was getting longer, too. She thought maybe he was letting it grow out because Eleven played with it and was consistently running her fingers through the strands. His freckles looked barely visible against his already pale skin, unexposed to any summer sun during these cold months. His eyes looked gorgeous, she could get lost in them forever (a phrase she adopted from hearing girls in her school say it.)

A hand waved once over her face, stirring her out of her enchanted state of mind.

"Hello? Earth to El? Did you hear me?" Mike asked, a chuckle slipping between his lips, surely knowing what was going on in that head of hers. She wondered if he had ever done this, too.

(He did. He even did it that morning, when he had woken up before her. For over twenty minutes he was unable to pull himself away from drinking up all of her sleeping beauty, mulling over how he felt so plain in comparison to her excellence. Booksmarts be damned, his girlfriend had the bravery, selflessness and compassion that he could only dream of having half of. She was the embodiment of what it means to love.)

Eleven shook her head, still in a daze, a sheepish smile on her face. Mike leaned down to kiss her gently, and she could feel his smile against hers. When he pulled away, touching their foreheads and leaving barely any space between them, he stared at her eyes, and she matched him, the insides of her stomach doing cartwheels.

"I asked if you slept okay," he explained in a whisper, using one hand to cup her cheek, something she only let him do in their most tender of moments, and the other to place the book face down.

For the second time in a short span, she raised her eyebrows, nodding intently and biting her bottom lip, leaning into his touch. Her hands were grasping at the sweats ( his sweats) beneath the blanket, heart throbbing from how he eyed her, as if reading her very soul.

Mike let out another laugh, and twisted his body slightly so he could be more comfortable as he went in to kiss her again, planting his hands over hers. He lifted them up to his neck, then dropped his, this time pressing them against her thighs to hold himself steady.

Without hesitation, Eleven began to dishevel his hair, finding comfort in how her digits got lost in those dark curls. She bent her knees to bring her calves closer and beneath her, turning so she was completely facing him.

It was chaste, it was simple, but it was them, and it was bliss.

They had plans, of course, they were always going to have a schedule when visiting one another, but El was more than content to stay in his room and just kiss, kiss, kiss. No matter what all their friends and family thought, she was happy passing time learning how gentle he could be, kissing her with care, kissing her with tenderness. She felt engulfed in his every move.

She was attached to him, she was well aware of this. Maybe a little more than was healthy, based on others' reactions, but how could she not love the guy who took her in, never questioned or pressured her, did his best to understand her and make her feel like a regular person? She was going to let herself stay this way. She felt like how when sap dripped down a tree, it would stay connected to the bark, despite every new part or rough edge it came across. Nobody was perfect, people said, but being imperfect is what made him perfect for her. It wasn't as if she hadn't had problems of her own.

"Michael!" Karen screeched suddenly. Eleven didn't think she was yelling for him before, but it didn't sound like it was the first time she called.

They broke apart, a look of fear spreading across Mike's features. He pulled away from Eleven, and unfortunately she had to release his soft hair (she had convinced him to start using conditioner in one of their calls after seeing him at Thanksgiving and tutting him for the texture) in this process, releasing an unintentionally loud sigh, earning a look from him to her as he got up, book carelessly falling to the floor. "Hang on, stay right here. I'll see what she wants and guess I'll grab some water for us, okay?" And then he was out his door and down the stairs.

El pouted and sat in the bed for a moment, hands folded above the blanket. Maybe this meant they'd be going out soon, if she was calling him down for breakfast or something.

Ugh.

She kicked off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed, puckering her lips a bit before standing up. As she stepped over to her luggage, which she left unpacked there seeing as it wasn't a long stay, she glanced over at his closet.

It was closed, and yet something was drawing her to it. She stepped nearer, curiosity taking over. When she put her hand on the doorknob, she felt a strange wave of caution envelop her. Why did it feel like she was doing something wrong? It was just her boyfriend's clothes, right?

Feeling like she had to, she braced herself. Whatever was behind that door, if she didn't like it, she'd forget she ever saw it. So in a quick motion, she turned the knob and pulled the door.

And what she saw was exactly what one would expect. Clothes.

Letting out a weird sigh of relief, she stared longingly at the multitude of options. She didn't want to entertain what she was worried about; it wasn't there, it didn't matter, Mike still wanted her.

Taking another step forward, into the closet this time, her fingers danced across the garments he was hanging up. Sweaters, dress shirts, jackets and…

A puff of air left her lungs. The Hellfire shirt. He had gushed about it in his letters, how Eddie pitched the idea right before Halloween and when he made the order in late November. At the airport he told her they were given to the members by him as a Christmas gift, and he didn't wear it then, he was saving it for the first day back. But he had mentioned he tried it on right before she came. Which meant he was still lingering on the fabric.

She grabbed the hanger it was upon with such consideration, bringing it towards her so she could get a proper look at it. In her opinion, it was bitchin'.

Although it felt like she was doing something bad, she thought it was harmless. All she would do is put it on, look in the mirror, and take it off and place it right back. That was all. Mike didn't even have to know.

She placed it on the bed and slipped off her shirt, leaving that upon his blanket. She gently took the top off the hanger, and worried her bottom lip between her teeth right before taking the plunge and putting it on.

Nothing happened. The world didn't shift into the Upside Down, no one was there to say anything. She was okay.

Until she wasn't.

"Hey, El," a sigh, "Sorry about that–" came exasperatedly, but stopped short.

Eleven turned to him, surely looking like a deer lost in headlights (another phrase she had heard at school.) He was holding two glasses of water, as he said he would be. He looked stiff, his knuckles turning white from the tightening grip he had on the cups.

Uncontrollably, she started to feel like she was going to cry. Was he mad at her? But she had worn his clothes in the past and never seen a reaction like this. Oh, she was so stupid. He was clear about how personal this was, and to be doing this, well, she was foolish.

She began to play with the hem of the shirt, always needing to toy with something when she got overwhelmed or anxious. Her eyes cast down but then looked back up and then down again. Why wasn't he speaking? Was he that upset?

But she had no idea. No clue that Mike's brain was currently in overdrive, his thoughts running a mile a minute.

She looked adorable, she was wearing his shirt?, she couldn't be prettier, that was his shirt she was wearing his shirt, he kinda wanted to give it to her, but then he wouldn't be able to wear it enough for her to have his smell on it dumbass, but she looked so cute , it was so big on her.

All of this and more, crossing his mind within the ten seconds of, for her, unbearable silence.

She couldn't take it, and glanced up at him and opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong. But he was far too quick, reading her body language immediately, as he had spent so much time perfecting doing so.

He placed the glasses on his dresser (a bit roughly, as a little water splashed over the edges), and took the one big step needed to place his hands on her waist and lean himself down to touch his lips to hers.

Shock would've been an understatement, Eleven felt completely floored. If he was upset, he wouldn't kiss her. She didn't see that in the movies, so… maybe he wasn't mad at all?

As soon as it happened, though, he pulled his face back slightly. Dammit, how was his expression still unreadable?! Could he speak already? It was making her feel crazy.

But he felt crazy, too. His stomach was doing flips at how beautiful and precious she looked at the same time. She was wearing his shirt. A shirt that was (sorta) personally for him, a shirt he would be wearing as part of his identity in school, and he knew she knew that. He spoke ceaselessly about it. He couldn't stop himself from smiling.

"If you like it, I'll bring it to California when I come see you again, ya know, a-after I've worn it more," he babbled out, the words leaving his mouth before his brain could register them.

El tilted her head to the side a bit. "So… you're not mad?" She asked in a murmur, holding the bottom of the shirt in soft fists.

Mike scrunched his face in confusion. "What? No! El," a surprised, short laugh, followed by a concerned face, "why would I be mad?"

Now she felt stupid again. She looked down at her feet, shrugging.

But the boy in front of her was determined to not let her shutdown because of this. He used one hand to place a finger under her chin and guide her eyes towards him, the other grabbing her hand.

"El, there's no reason for me to be mad at you. You've done nothing wrong. If, um, anything," he raised an eyebrow and broke eye contact, "it makes me pretty happy seeing you wear this," he admitted, locking eyes again.

Eleven felt a rush of heat throughout her body. Oh. Well, that was a good thing to hear. Really good.

Mike clicked his tongue. "A-and uh, I mean it," he added on, glancing around nervously. "If you want to wear it later, I mean. Y-you can, I don't mind," he offered, his facial expression having gone from confident to shy.

The brunette couldn't help the shameless grin that formed on her face. She used the hand that he was not holding to place it upon his cheek.

"Mike," she began, gazing lovingly at him and capturing his attention, "I'd like that a lot."

Her boyfriend looked as if he was rendered speechless, gaping mouth as he nodded before saying, "Oh, cool, yeah c-cool. I'll bring it. I will. For you."

El's smile got even wider, and she placed a kiss upon his mouth.

Months later, when he would visit her for spring break, the shirt that he wore once a week since that conversation would be right in his suitcase as he flew to California.

#mileven #stranger things fanfic #mileven fanfic #mileven fanfiction #mike x eleven #eleven x mike #mike x el #el x mike #idk how to tag?#mi escrito

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lucreziaq2001 · 4 months

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•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: Mentions of abortion being illegal in the 1960s, only married women being able to get contraceptives, sex not being talked about and the fact that a girl got pregnant before being married bringing shame to her family, with her parents lying about what was going on with her and a newspaper not saying it either.

•Aaron and Spencer, who were 19 and 14 in 1968, were policemen, not FBI agents, and met after highschool. I changed the age gap between the main characters, by the way. I shortened it a little, making Penelope, Derek and JJ the same age, for example.

•Haley is obviously alive in this story, she didn't die when Jack was 5 years old. And I was the one who chose for her birthday to be July 29, since her date of birth was never said in the actual show.

•I made up Aaron's cousin Albert, he wasn't in the actual show.

•Some of the lines are almost the same that are in a scene of the "Cold case" episode this story is inspired by. I did modify them a bit, though. I didn't just copy and paste them.

•VERY IMPORTANT THING: For religious reasons, but mostly because of something that happened to me that some of you know, I don't really believe in abortion. I wouldn't judge a woman who had to get one, but it upsets me to talk about it, so if you can, please comment on the story, not starting to say things like "Her body, her choice" or things like that. Thank you.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @rynwritesreid, @reidmeister, @justalesbianwithsomegayshit, @thatonewritersstuff, @marril96, @c-m-stuff, @criminal-addict.

Between their two hearts

Chapter 2: Many lies and a case to solve

Two days later, on July 29, for Scarlett's mother Haley's fifty-seventh birthday, the young woman invited Jacqueline, her husband Michael and her father Spencer to her parents' house for a little party.

Melissa didn't feel like attending, but that day, her absence was a good thing to her friends.

Without her there, they could have freely discussed their plan to investigate Jennifer Jareau's death with their fathers, who, although they had retired by that time, used to be police officers.

"Jennifer Jareau. Blow to the head. They never found the weapon" Spencer said after having listened to what Scarlett and his daughter had to say.

Even after almost fourty years, he still remembered the case perfectly, which amazed everyone at the party, even though they knew about his eidetic memory.

"They didn't even write that she had given birth here, Dad!" Scarlett exclaimed after rereading the article, which she too had decided to print out after the meeting with Melissa.

"Back then, they only performed quick autopsies" Aaron explained to her.

"The body was found in the woods, a couple of miles from Saint Bridget's. Maybe that's why they didn't connect her to the institute" his daughter then suggested.

"Saint Bridget was shut down in 1974. I think we should look for someone who worked there" Jacqueline added, convinced that the answers to their questions could only have been found that way.

"I still remember her. We weren't in the same class, but I knew her and we went to the same school. Jennifer's parents took her out of school with the excuse that she was sick on May 15, 1968, then they said she had run away and they had no idea where she had gone" Spencer intervened.

"They lied to cover up her pregnancy" his daughter noted bitterly.

"In those days, an unmarried woman who got pregnant was a disgrace to her family" Aaron sighed.

"Oh. So it was better to kill her, right?" Jacqueline said sarcastically.

"Even some girls from my school were sent away for that reason" the man added, not knowing what else to say "Abortion was illegal, sex wasn't talked about and only married women could buy contraceptives. The only safe option before marriage was abstinence".

"That definitely still works, but if I had done it, I wouldn't have my little girl now" Scarlett replied with a big smile on her face, rubbing her belly.

"I was lucky, because my cousin Albert explained everything to me when I was 13 and he was 17" Aaron recalled, laughing after he had spoken.

"Is Albert the one who later became a priest?" Spencer asked.

"That's right" the older man confirmed.

"This was Jennifer's boyfriend!” Scarlett exclaimed a few minutes later, pointing to a photograph of Jennifer that had been included in the article "He's probably Melissa's father".

"Well, then we just have to find him and talk to him" Jacqueline responded.

"I know where Derek Morgan lives" Spencer told the two young women, even more determined than Aaron to help them solve the case "I knew him too and we still talk on the phone every now and then. I think you should do it as soon as possible".

In his opinion, at least, if there was anything more to find out about what had happened to Jennifer, Derek Morgan was the person who knew it.

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sejmisland · 1 year

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this is kind of unpolished since i wrote this weeks ago before i started this blog. any thoughts are well appreciated. im sorry this seems rigid and not so fluent. but thank you for taking the time to read :)!! it means the most

dear albert, i apologize for this lately worded piece of nonsense. the old man's nonsense has prevailed through the feeble, thin layer of security he calls "confidence". despite my attempts to work with my own team he insists i work with the ones he has suggested. oh the fruits of labor, no? i know how i sound; i’m hopeful, i promise you. there is no stress here, at least with the scientific parts. the stress comes more with my identity and the thought of who i will be to the world. so, i had to do something. i pass by the mirror frequently and see a new woman every time, and so a great change has been made within the past few days so that today i finally feel like… me again. perhaps you know what i speak of. i will show you in the next week because i will have some more time to myself and i am still very unsure of this change. i want to make sure i am who i say i am before i draw back the curtain. you understand, albert, you always have with that beautiful mind of your's, but i wonder if that fool who calls himself a god does. i wonder if he knows what i will do to this world. i wonder, if then, he will consider me a success, or cast me to the underworld of shadow and take my success as his own. i can't let that happen. i won't let it. sometimes, my mind wanders so far that i think that somehow, just maybe, they're sitting at the control panel and slowly pushing the accelerator down with every passing year to make me deteriorate. the closer i am to success, the closer my death will be. is that nonsense? maybe it is. i will leave the thought alone or at least attempt to. i’m sorry i have no snippet of poetry this time. i will try and include some the next letter or at least two snippets to make up for lost and wasted time. the old man isn’t quite kind when it comes to art. it all comes down to science and exhaustive work. it’s hard to get a break considering his condition gets worse and he pushes me to the brink for something that seems… impossible. why make an impossible goal only to push my health to the limits? does it make sense? no, but who said i would quit? my focus is not me. it is you, albert. i will be okay. don’t worry about me. how is your time in s.t.a.r.s? any more enjoyable than being cooped up in a lab? you can imagine the suffering i have to endure with birkin. the man never knows how to shut his mouth. the temptation to sew the man’s lips together so he shuts up for eternity… how grand. i worry that’s too violent and i’d be a fool to lay a hand on him. as much as that man drains me and gets on my burnt nerves, he does have some well thought out ideas. i see the reason for association. i apologize for the lack of words. my mind is scattered. i cannot quite focus anymore with the fever and cough my body constantly endures. i miss you dearly. this isn’t quite the way i imagined things to play out, but who am i to tempt fate? so, would it be easier for me to stop by the s.t.a.r.s office? please give me a time so i can avoid your colleagues... the existence of another can be quite trifling and troubling. with love from your dear sister, alex.

(some small sentence is written in blue ink, just near the margin.)

(”thank you for the kafka collection. expect my thoughts within the next meeting.”)

#race writes #alex wesker #albert wesker #yay letters!#i do hc alex has some identity issues so #also i hc she has some love/hate relation with birkin like UGHHH ur SMART but DUMB TOO #wesker twins #letter #fic

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arklay · 2 years

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but i would kneel for you.

pairing: diana x albert wesker words: 8.3k warnings: nsfw [read on ao3]

The noise outside of Wesker’s office was absurd. How this lot were a special forces division baffled her when they behaved like a gaggle of schoolchildren. Diana hoped they only acted like this when they were leaving for their lunch break and not when actual work had to be done, or when they were out in the field, otherwise she would now understand why Wesker got so many headaches.

The door to his office opened once the noise had quieted down and she turned her head to watch as Wesker froze in the doorway for a moment, the scowl on his face seemed to lessen once he recognised her and an amused smirk made its way onto his lips.

He took in the sight of her sitting on his desk in her usual pencil skirt with her tight-clad legs crossed over one another, and as always, she looked beautiful, mesmerising even. How she had managed to sneak in unnoticed with those heels was beyond him, unless she convinced someone on the team she had an appointment with him, but he doubted it. With a small shake of his head, he closed the door behind him then crossed the room.

“How was your meeting?” Diana asked, not bothering to hide how uninterested her voice sounded, as always when it came to his dealings with Chief Irons. The man was a creep and she preferred to stay as far away from him as possible, unless the city wanted to see their “great hero” of a police chief show up dead one morning.

He rounded the desk and her eyes stayed fixed on him, watching the way his jaw was set and brows knit together from her reminder. But he didn’t answer her, only slumping down into his chair, removing his sunglasses to toss them onto the desk next to her – which was an odd sight with how he usually treated them – before pinching the bridge of his nose.

She waited for him to say something, but he only leaned his head further back against the headrest and closed his eyes, and that intrigued her. “That bad?”

“He is repulsive,” Wesker grumbled. She couldn’t argue with him there, but she was still curious as to what had occurred, not that he could tell her anyway. Umbrella’s intelligence matters were classified, and his meetings usually weren’t typical “police” business. “The man believes he is more valuable than he is.”

Diana scoffed then, earning a slight smirk from him, but when he stayed quiet once more, she pursed her lips with a slight tilt of her head to the side and wondered what that could possibly mean. Perhaps he was asking for more money from Umbrella to keep his mouth shut, he seemed the type. Or he could have had another one of his temper tantrums over Wesker holding more power than he does – that the captain of a unit being run out of his department was giving him, of all people, orders.

His hands coming up to rub his eyes then down his face again brought her out of her thoughts, and her eyes narrowed as she scanned over the rest of his body, only to find that his jaw was still clenched and his shoulders stiff. When she wasn’t the cause of his ire, she found it bothered her quite a bit – another horrid reminder she cared for him more than she wished to. She hoped he wasn’t getting a migraine though, because the little thought that had popped up in her head as she made her way over to his office was back. Perhaps he needs a bit of stress relief.

Eyes looking over his face again, her gaze wandered down the slope of his nose, then to his jaw, admiring the sharp edges she so often loved to trace when they lay together. His neck wasn’t safe from her ogling either. If she didn’t have such a good grip on her self-control, she probably would have climbed onto his lap and pressed kisses over that prominent peak at his throat, down to the appealing dip between his collarbones.

A certain idea regarding the space under his desk crossed her mind, making her squeeze her thighs together as inconspicuously as she could at the sudden need for friction, but she was feeling too selfish for that. Maybe another time. She could annoy him in other ways though.

Wesker’s eyes fluttered open as he felt her foot brush against his leg and he lifted his head to look at her. Diana had that familiar teasing smile on her lips as she kept her eyes locked on his, uncrossing her legs and opening them the slightest bit, and she delighted in the smirk he tried to hide. Anyone else would have missed it, but she could easily detect the slightest hint of the corner of his lips threatening to pull, alongside the amusement evident in his gorgeous blue eyes.

She returned to trailing her foot a little higher up the side of his shin as she placed her hands behind her, leaning back on her arms and pushing her chest out slightly. Where was the harm in trying to rile him up in his office of all places? From where she was sitting, the easiest place to touch him that she knew was particularly sensitive were his thighs, but perhaps a little something else could entice him too…

He observed her curiously. It was quite endearing when she teased, however, he never let her go too far with her plans. Or so he thought. Her end goal was always to have him absolutely ruin her though – take her as his and leave marks that would remind her of their time together every time she looked at her body in the mirror – and when putting her in her place, he was doing exactly that.

Settling more comfortably into his desk chair, he propped his elbows up on the arms and steepled his fingers in front of him, holding her gaze. Her eyes lit up at that, pleased to see that he was entertaining her little game, and he found that rather cute. Her smirk grew wider, more lascivious, until she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly opened her legs a bit wider, making a show of it.

When Diana resumed brushing her foot up his leg, Wesker reached down and gripped her ankle, not tight enough to hurt – he’d probably snap the delicate joint if he did – but enough that it made her suck in a sharp breath as heat pooled deep in her belly.

“Don't tempt me.” His even voice was accompanied by a low growl as a warning, and that didn’t help matters much for her – body already reacting far too easily to his touch alone – and she knew for a fact he had done it intentionally, knowing just how much it always affected her.

It usually took a bit more stimulation to get him to this point though, especially if they weren’t already making out, so she wondered if whatever had happened with Irons had made his blood boil so much that he was more sensitive to her touch. Or it was the stockings. She found he seemed to have quite a liking for stockings.

The look he sent her way next was cautionary, telling her to stop before she got in over her head, but that only spurred her on.

She tilted her head to the side before reaching down over one of her knees, fingers lightly walking over the fabric before she hooked them under the hem of her skirt. She watched him suppress a smile because of her defiance, before his gaze shifted from looking at her face to down to her long, slender fingers, and she smiled to herself. After taking her time in pushing the fabric up to reveal more of her legs – giving him a peek of the lace at her thighs – Diana’s fingers returned to her knee before she slowly skimmed them up the inner side, a small sigh leaving her lips. She stopped just underneath where her skirt now ended and Wesker’s eyes darted back up to meet hers; the way they had darkened made her pulse jump and sent a shiver straight down her spine.

“I cannot stand you,” he huffed, though she could see how his hands were strategically placed over his lap, and a teasing smirk played on her lips. The fact that she had picked up on all the little things that made his body betray him was probably rather irritating.

“Is that so? Must be why you keep inviting me over for dinner.”

Diana watched his jaw clench again and for a second she regretted her choice of words, only because of the way he’d tensed up at Sherry’s inquiry into their relationship status a few weeks back, and she didn’t want him to think she was questioning if he had feelings for her as well. But when his eyes locked onto hers again, mirth mixed in with irritation, her smirk turned into a rather devilish grin.

It wasn’t often she got the upper hand on him like this. He was always teasing her or backing her into a corner, getting her all riled up, before he sometimes wouldn’t even follow through – just to feel proud of himself for being able to get under her skin. It was infuriating, the countless times he’d left her frustrated and distracted at work, knowing full well that she would be cursing him all day for doing such a thing. Sadistic prick, she thought. He seemed to always think with the head on his shoulders when it came to toying with her. Mind games were fun when she wanted to play, but she desired something much more rewarding for her efforts.

Leaning back on her hands again, Diana lifted a leg out in front of her, extending her foot as she gave her ankle a light roll. His eyes narrowed as he watched her, roaming up her leg and to the lace for a moment before they fixed on her own blue ones again. She bent her knee and placed her foot on his thigh, pressing her heel down harder than she probably should have with her stilettos, and the feeling of that set him off. He shoved her leg aside with his forearm then stood up quicker than she anticipated, positioning himself between her legs.

Wesker placed his hands flat on the surface of the desk, on either side of her thighs, and leaned down to level his face with hers. “I am at work.”

His breath was hot on her lips and she searched his eyes for a reaction as she brushed her lips against his own, only for a quick moment though, then she withdrew. “You’re on your lunch break.” Her eyes roamed down his body again, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, before she looked back up to meet his gaze. “Which I must say, there isn’t much eating going on here.”

Cheeky little thing. The corner of his lips pulled up in a smirk and he moved even closer towards her, caging her in, and her legs wrapped around his waist in an instant. Bringing a hand up to her neck, he pushed her hair aside then dipped his head to place a single kiss over her pulse point – the little gasp that left her made him grin against her skin.

Looking up at her again, he cupped her cheek, thumb gently stroking her cheekbone. “You really wish to do this here?”

Diana nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. “Yes, I thought I made that quite clear.”

He let out little more than an exhale as a laugh at how harsh her tone was. Insolent is more apt. His fingers trailed along her jaw, thumb and forefinger eventually taking hold of her chin, then he tilted her head back as he looked into her eyes. “Are you going to behave? You must be quiet lest we get caught.”

Her brows furrowed then and she threw a pointed glare his way. “Would you like to remind me of a time that I have ever been loud?” One of his brows raised at that, the smirk on his face growing as he cocked his head to the side, silently mocking her for being too proud for her own good. Breathy moans and tiny gasps may have been what usually left her lips, but she has cried out his name on more than one occasion. For her own sake, she abandoned the topic, snaking her arms around his neck while holding his gaze, then she whispered against his lips, “I’ll be good.”

Wesker hummed at her obedience as the backs of his fingers ran down the front of her elegant neck, feeling the firm cartilage beneath soft skin, and his gaze left hers to follow their path. He revelled in the way her breath hitched when his fingertips continued a line down her sternum, over the top of her silk blouse. She was always so put together, so presentable, and he found himself admiring her more often than not. Truly a work of art.

Diana leaned in to claim his lips in a greedy kiss, obviously fed up with how he was taking his time, thinking he was drawing this out on purpose to annoy her, and he all but laughed into her mouth. All that did was give her the opportunity to slip her tongue past his lips as her hand went to the front of his pants, running over the thick outline trapped beneath. That gave him a slight bit of relief to the itch that was begging to be scratched, and he welcomed the shiver that went down his spine.

Once he’d pulled away from the kiss, he was in the middle of looking down at her thighs to push her skirt further up her legs when she gripped his chin and held him in place to look into his eyes. A quick break from her teasing, she earnestly asked, “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” he replied before she even finished speaking, and he pressed another peck to her lips. Her hands slid up his chest, adoring the firm muscle beneath his shirt, before she locked her arms behind his head again. The soft touch of her lips barely making contact with the side of his neck once she’d rested her head on his shoulder made him smile to himself. “I wouldn’t be doing this”—he gripped her thighs a little too hard, earning a small whimper—“if I didn’t.”

Diana scoffed, then kissed her way down his neck, teeth nipping when she reached just below his collar. The moment she sucked on the delicate skin, he resumed what he was doing before she had interrupted him, quickly pushing her skirt up, and she lifted her hips to allow him to bunch it up around her waist.

“You look lovely today, dearheart,” Wesker whispered, only reverence in his voice, and she muffled the moan that left her by burying her face in the crook of his neck. The low chuckle he let out went right between her thighs and she bit down on her lip.

The warmth spreading throughout her chest was almost overwhelming, ridiculous even. He always had a way of making her feel beautiful, even when they were like this. Maybe because he never looked at her the way her previous partners had, but instead like she was one of the many pieces she’d seen her babushka work on growing up, mimicking the way her childlike wonder had once marvelled at how stone could possibly be shaped to look so soft.

Before she knew it, Wesker gripped the backs of her knees and roughly pulled her towards him so she was sitting right on the edge of his desk, and she had to stop herself from letting out a small squeak at his sudden display of strength.

Dropping to his knees, the corner of his lips turned up as he ran his palms up her thighs, getting a good look at the sheer garments she had teased him with before. His fingers played with one of the lace welts high up on her long legs, and he smiled. He was used to her wearing tights most of the time, but this was quite a welcome change.

He hummed. “These are new.”

“Yes, well, someone ripped my rather expensive tights.” Diana glared down at him and he looked up to meet her gaze, the smug smirk she would’ve adored if not for the topic graced his lips, proud of himself for destroying her favourite pair of tights that she’d kept run-free for so long.

“They were in the way,” he said plainly. How her jaw dropped, even with the smile evident on her lips, and the way she laughed in disbelief made his heart beat a little faster. Every time he heard that melodic sound, he couldn’t get enough of it, but he always pushed aside the feeling it brought up inside of him. Admiration, surely. He pressed a kiss to the small amount of skin visible at the top of her thigh before he pushed her skirt further up her waist, kissing his way to the scar near her hip bone. “I like these far better. Besides, I bought you a new pair, did I not?”

“You could have just taken them off like a normal person.”

Her hands roaming over his broad shoulders were barely holding back from reaching for the buttons of his shirt. She wanted to get the offending material off of him, but it would take too long and he was already making her wait more than she wanted.

“And when have you ever known me to be normal, my dear?” Wesker held her gaze as he brought a hand in between her thighs, firmly pressing the pads of his fingers down over her damp panties, rubbing in slow, circular motions. She bit her lip in an attempt to not let any more noises escape her, and he chuckled.

Dipping his fingers into the side of the lace, he pulled it aside, taking a moment to look at how wet she was – how much she desired him – and it made him exceptionally proud of himself that he had such an effect on her without having to do much of anything. With his other hand pushing her thigh back, opening her legs wider for him, he leaned in and lapped at her folds. Diana held onto the edge of the wooden desk and he pulled her legs over his shoulders, making a breathy moan slip past her lips, and he stopped what he was doing, looking up at her with a warning in his eyes.

Reaching between her legs, she brushed her thumb across his cheekbone, noticing the way his eyes almost fluttered shut and she tried not to smile too wide at that. Looking down at him like this always made her head too big, it was almost like he was worshipping her. Almost. He was on his knees for her, after all.

She so desperately wanted to tangle her hand in his hair, but that would ruin his perfect hairstyle and he still had the rest of his workday ahead of him, so she simply rested her hand on his cheek. Wesker turned his head and kissed her palm, making those stupid little butterflies in her stomach appear, and she cursed herself for feeling something more towards him. “Just sex” didn’t last long, now did it?

“Behave,” he scolded her, reminding her to be quiet. She nodded fervently and he smirked at her blatant desperation before turning his attention back to her core.

His tongue circled that sensitive bundle of nerves and her mouth fell open in a silent cry, hands gripping the edge of the desk again so she didn’t accidentally tug on his hair. She watched one of Wesker’s hands pull the fingerless glove off of the other while his lips gently sucked on her clit, and she did everything in her power to suppress her moans.

He typically didn’t bother this much with foreplay in his former dalliances, finding oral somewhat tedious, a waste of time. He only ever cared for satisfying his need for release, though he did enjoy watching his partner fall apart because of him. That’s how it had started with Diana too, and he hated that it had changed somewhere along the line – that he wanted to make her feel good.

Wesker turned his head to nip the bare skin of her thigh and Diana let out a pleased sigh, one of her heels digging into the middle of his back. He ran his tongue over the small bite as his hand gripped the outside of her thigh before he sucked on the sensitive skin, and that made her head loll to the side as one of her hands reached over to lay flat on top of his.

His other hand – now free of its glove – came between her thighs, and he looked up at her while dragging two fingers over her slick folds after adjusting her panties again. The slight roll of her hips made him smirk, the action a silent plea for more, like she was begging him without even using her words, and at any other time he probably would’ve toyed with her a little longer, but instead he decided to indulge her.

Middle finger teasing at her entrance, he leaned in to kiss over the length of one of her hip bones. The little hum that left her lips was a pretty sound, not quite like her laugh, but not far off, and he seized the opportunity to push his finger into her, all the way to the knuckle.

Diana’s hand gripped his own on her thigh as she bit her lip and her brows knit together, trying desperately not to make any more noise. After a few strokes, he added another, and she quietly mewled at the delightful stretch. The quick puff of warm air over her cunt told her he was trying not to chuckle, but she was too distracted by the slow drag of his fingers inside of her, basking in the intoxicating feeling she’d missed more than she liked to admit.

It hadn’t even been three weeks since they slept together last – and they had gone longer between their irregular trysts before – but his fingers felt far better than her own, and she’d been thinking about him an awful lot. Her thoughts were cut off when Wesker’s lips enclosed around her clit again and she gasped, tipping her head back. She wished she could just grip his hair and hold him closer, but the last thing she wanted was for him to stop because she’d pulled strands free from how he’d meticulously styled them.

Swirling his tongue against her, he pumped his fingers faster, crooking them to brush over that sweet spot inside of her, and Diana forcefully weaved her fingers with his own on her thigh, holding his hand with a firm grip. That almost made him falter on the steady pace he’d built up as that unnerving tightness in his chest took hold. No matter how many times she did that when they slept together, he would never get used to it.

It didn’t take long before he felt her thighs start to tremble on his shoulders and her walls fluttered around his fingers as he drew her close to the edge. When a high-pitched noise caught in her throat, chest heaving and breath ragged, he placed one last open-mouthed kiss just above her flushed skin and pulled his fingers from her.

Diana whined at the sudden emptiness and the way the coil in her belly started to fade away, and her hips involuntarily bucked up against his chin, chasing his touch. He was such a tease, she could have kicked him in the head for that, but any annoyance she may have felt vanished the moment he slipped his fingers past his lips and sucked on them, eyes locked on to hers as he deliberately opened his mouth to make her watch his tongue swirl around the digits. She completely froze up at that and her own lips parted, from shock or desire, she couldn’t quite tell. Perhaps it was a mix of both.

He only watched as she gaped at him and that fed his ego tremendously. Making her speechless was one of the more entertaining parts of their encounters, though nothing could top the desperate begging. Every time he could reduce the ever-composed Dr. Sharp to a keening mess was a satisfying endeavour, and he enjoyed having that effect on her, turning her games back on herself.

Releasing his fingers with a wet pop, Wesker licked his lips and wiped his chin on the back of his hand as he rose to his feet, letting her thighs fall off of his shoulders and Diana’s eyes stayed fixed on his, pupils blown so wide that hardly any blue was visible. As much as he could stare at her all day, he wasn’t done with her yet. He reached out and cupped her jaw then roughly pulled her in for a kiss, instantly slipping his tongue past her parted lips so she could taste herself on him.

One of her hands quickly came up to grasp the nape of his neck, pulling him even closer, and a sound somewhere between a moan and a hum escaped her when their chests brushed together. He was taking too long with this given their circumstances, but he knew just how much the taste of herself on his tongue drove her mad, and he would never pass up an opportunity to toy with her.

Wesker pulled away from the kiss with a small bite to her bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he locked eyes with her, and all Diana could do was watch him as she panted into the space between them. She wished he would just hurry up and give her what she wanted, but she wasn’t going to beg for him here, not on the off-chance that someone heard her. She still had some of her dignity left, after all.

He quickly opened and scanned each of his desk drawers in search of a spare condom, but came up empty. Any other day he would’ve laughed at that, it would have given him a reason to deny her the release she was so desperately craving, yet the aching below his belt was nagging him as well, and with the amount of nonsense Irons was putting him through for no good reason as of late, he needed to find relief for at least one of his urges or he’d be in a foul mood all day.

Turning back to her, he watched as Diana leaned back on one of her arms and held her free hand up between them, the item he was looking for pressed between two of her fingers with a triumphant smirk on her lips. Of course she brought one, he thought. The confidence she had in being able to rile him up was annoying, only because it reminded him that she knew exactly what buttons to press, and her memory of the sensitive areas of his body or the situations that aroused him made him acutely aware that he wasn’t the only one playing a game.

A chuckle left his lips as he shook his head in amusement and plucked the condom from her grasp, and she reached over and pulled him close again by his belt, her legs hooking behind his knees as she did so. Her hands instantly went to work on the accessory in her way, unbuckling with practised ease before she quickly pulled the zipper of his pants down.

“You are rather impatient, dear,” Wesker teased, the arrogant smirk she had come to find far too attractive gracing his lips.

“Are you forgetting where we are?” Diana asked, rather snappy at that, and glanced up at him as she hooked her fingers beneath the waistband of both his pants and briefs, roughly tugging them down his thighs to free his cock.

The mere sight of him made that pressing ache between her thighs even more intense, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as her hand wrapped around the base. The small sigh that left his lips was enticing enough in and of itself. It truly was ridiculous how much she desired him. Actually, it was embarrassing – that he had this hold on her while simply standing there, and it absolutely infuriated her, yet her body begging for more outweighed any rational thought that may have crossed her mind and she felt him harden even further beneath her touch from her firm strokes.

When he still hadn’t torn open the wrapper she looked up at him again, only to find him watching her with a strangely soft smirk on his lips, and that just made her even more annoyed. She let out a heavy sigh as her thumb mindlessly smeared the fluid at his tip. “What?”

“You are quite cute when you’re irritated, that’s all.”

Wesker expected her to scoff and roll her eyes, perhaps chide him for denying her release a moment ago, not for her cheeks to flush and her hand to fumble on his cock ever so slightly. That was intriguing. It wasn’t the result he was looking for, using such a word, but he loved how much power he had over her, that he could make one of the most collected women he’d ever met flustered. Anyone else would have gotten a look of disgust before she walked away from them for calling her that, but not him.

He finally ripped the wrapper open then nudged her hand aside to roll the condom down his length, and Diana rested her hands on his sides as she watched him. Cute? How dare he… She wasn’t cute, and he would do well to remember that. And yet her cheeks were still burning at the way he had said it, not quite teasing her but not a simple statement either. Honestly, she had no idea what to call the tone he’d used. Affectionate seemed too extreme, and it only made those wretched butterflies appear in her stomach again, so she chose not to think too hard on it instead.

Pulling her panties aside once more with one hand, he took hold of himself with the other, rubbing his tip along her folds as he teased at her entrance. Why he was so focused on toying with her was a mystery to her, especially when he already had her so desperate, and she rolled her hips to encourage him further while leaning in to lick a stripe up his neck. That got a chuckle out of him and she didn’t have time to react to the way he gripped her hips as he sunk into her in one fluid motion, making her gasp loudly into the crook of his neck, and her arms wrapped around his back.

Wesker ran his hands up and down the backs of her thighs as he gave her a moment to adjust, trying to focus on the feeling of her breath on his neck and the sheer fabric beneath his palms rather than the aching need to move. That is, until she started peppering small kisses across his skin.

Bumping his nose against her cheek prompted her to look at him again, but he only allowed her a second to meet his eyes before he captured her lips in an aggressive kiss, tongue instantly in her mouth and teeth almost knocking. His hips began moving at a steady pace and Diana hummed into the kiss, until he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into her, then her hands balled into fists as she gripped his shirt. He repeated the motion a second time, harsher, deeper, and her legs wound tighter around his waist as she arched against him, unintentionally changing the angle and making her moan into his mouth as he hit her just right.

He broke away from her lips to kiss a trail across her jaw then down her neck, his hips picking up speed, and Diana sucked in a sharp breath to stop the noise that threatened to spill from her lips. One of her hands kept coming up to his head on instinct and she was surprised she managed to stop herself just in time before those blond strands were in danger, so she settled on gripping his shoulder instead.

One of his hands laid flat against the desk as the other gripped under her knee, pulling her even closer, and soon enough his thrusts grew more forceful, sending warmth rolling down her spine, and her head lolled to the side with a moan before she could stop herself.

Wesker let go of her leg to reach up and close his hand around her throat. “Quiet.”

Diana nodded lazily before lifting her head to look at him through half-lidded eyes, her pleasure written clearly across her features, and he would bet she was trying her hardest not to moan again at the feeling of his hand around her throat like this. Wesker adjusted his grip, only grasping her lightly so as to not hurt her, then he pulled her closer to connect his lips with hers again.

There was no mistaking how possessive it was, a reminder that she belonged to him and only him, and she reciprocated eagerly, one of her hands coming up to hold onto the nape of his neck. Any reaction she would usually have from such a hold on her throat was overwhelmed by the way his hips were meeting hers, every nerve ending in her body already feeling as though they had been set alight.

He drove into her harder, letting go of her throat to cradle her back and Diana parted from the kiss to rest her head against his shoulder, breathing heavily against his shirt as every thrust had her gasping for air. Either her teasing had really riled him up this time, or the amount of pressure he was under needed an outlet. Whatever it was, Diana didn’t really care; she wasn’t complaining in the slightest as every pull was pure bliss.

Her heart was beating so loud she could hear it in her ears and her skin felt far too hot, warmth spreading throughout her entire body as his punishing motions had her muffling her whimpers into the crook of his neck while she clutched his shirt at his back. That is, however, until a loud thump brought them both out of their haze.

Diana couldn’t even be frustrated as the pressure in her abdomen dissipated for a second time that afternoon when Wesker slowed his thrusts to lean over her and peek across the edge of the desk, searching for the source of the noise. She could only try and stifle her oncoming laughter against his neck, locking her arms behind his head and holding onto him tightly.

The sight of one of his hardcover books that usually sat atop his desk, pressed up against the wall, lying open on the floor with its spine to the ceiling made him sigh. Surely some of the pages would have creases in them now, and that irritated him more than it should have given the situation. But once he looked back at Diana, he couldn’t help the chuckle that spilled from his lips as that strange warmth built up in his chest. She was trying so hard not to laugh, her body shaking against him as silent laughter took hold, short breaths warming the side of his neck.

Pressing a kiss into her hair made her look up at him, and he wasn’t prepared for the way his heart sped up at the sight of her – the way her nose was scrunched up and the corners of her eyes had crinkled, and how the indents on her cheeks had become deeper. Admittedly, it took his breath away. How was she possibly real? Amongst the rest of these chaff, where did Umbrella find someone like her? So beautiful, so… perfect.

Wesker connected his lips with hers while picking up his pace again in a desperate need to distract himself from whatever that feeling was, much preferring the familiar build up of his climax. But her smile was infectious, and he found himself grinning with her as they practically breathed into each other’s mouths instead of actually kissing.

Opening her eyes, Diana held his gaze as he gripped her thigh harder, the sound of skin on skin filling the room merely background noise to her as she tried to figure out what the look in his eyes possibly was. She had no clue, but it made her cheeks warm, nonetheless. Was it reverence? He sure was staring at her as though she was something holy, but he also seemed conflicted. The small glimpse of genuine joy she had only witnessed a handful of times since meeting him faded away almost instantly to his usual detached disposition.

The words he had spoken to her the first time they slept together worked their way to the front of her mind: You don’t have to hide from me. She so desperately wanted to relay those back to him, but she felt it would only make him retreat further, put whatever relationship they’d built back to square one the moment she made him aware of such a reaction.

She cupped his cheek and kissed him, capturing his lips with her own this time and despite the force of his hips meeting hers, she kept it slow. She wanted to tell him that he could smile with her, that he was allowed to laugh, be vulnerable even... Stop thinking about it.

Wesker’s arms wrapped around her back as he pulled her flush against his chest and she gasped into his mouth, an almost choked sob accompanying it. Her head tipped back as the pressure in her core pulled tight, and she bit her lip a little too late as a barely audible plea escaped her lips.

He watched her intently, as best he could given their situation, and he despised her for stepping foot into his office, for touching him when he was already wound tight, for even knowing where he was sensitive in the first place, but if it wasn’t the most satisfying thing to hear her like that, to make her fall apart. His peak was so near as he kept up his relentless pace, and there was only one word that kept repeating in his head.

Mine.

“Al, I need—” Diana was cut off by a particularly deep thrust and she buried her face against his neck. “Please,” she whined right near his ear.

His hands slid under her ass and he lifted her slightly off the desk to change his angle, making her sob as she wrapped her arms tighter around his back. The pressure in her core was almost painful with how desperate she was for release. So close, yet so out of reach.

Cradling her with one arm, he brought the hand of his other between them and his thumb found her clit, frantically rubbing it as he thrust into her. “Come for me.”

It was more of a mutter than anything, voice obscured by laboured breaths, but only a few more swipes of his thumb and she came undone. Wesker kissed her in time before she could cry out, drinking in the sounds of her release until she broke away to rest her forehead against his shoulder, and he rode her through her high, keeping that pleasure ablaze as he chased his own.

Her walls clenching around him quickly turned his steady rhythm erratic, and he gripped her hips and buried his face in her hair. It didn’t take long until he pressed his hips flush against hers and a low groan reverberated from deep within his chest as he stilled and every muscle in his body pulled taut.

Diana slowly ran her hands up and down his back, soothing him through his climax as she still trembled from her own, and he set her back down on the desk, leaning on his palms as he breathed against her neck. Her heart felt like it was going to break free of her rib cage at any moment and a breathless laugh left her lips. She barely managed to press a kiss to his temple as he lifted his head to look at her, and she gave him a small smile.

“Thanks for lunch.”

A short exhale from his nose left him in place of a laugh as Wesker pressed his forehead against hers, which made her smile widen. His breathing was almost steady already and she cursed him for how quickly he always seemed to recover while she was still panting into the space between them.

“You’re a nuisance,” he said, almost affectionately, then captured her lips in a sweet kiss, one that had her reaching up to cradle his face in her hands as her stomach fluttered rather obnoxiously. He pulled away after a moment to look in her eyes, her hands remaining on both of his cheeks, thumbs brushing over his high cheekbones, before he leaned in again to place a single peck on her lips. “We need to—”

“Yeah,” Diana interrupted him and cleared her throat. She let go of his face and quickly dropped her arms to her sides, resuming her position from earlier as she leaned back on her hands and tilted her head to the side to simply watch him.

Wesker reached behind himself to grab the tissue box off the top of the sideboard against the wall, his other hand rubbing small circles on her hip as he slowly pulled out of her. He took extra care in cleaning her up, like always when they slept together, strangely gentle no matter how he’d taken her, and she just looked on curiously. This tender behaviour, she couldn’t figure it out. Him. She couldn’t figure him out.

Reaching out, she straightened his shirt and helped him tuck it back into his pants once he’d cleaned himself off, and his eyes darted up to meet hers. The warmth in them almost made her look away, feeling more exposed in front of him than any time he’d mapped out her body. Her thoughts of whether there was a possibility her feelings were reciprocated or not were interrupted when he gently grasped the side of her neck, just under her ear, and his thumb brushed over the angle of her jaw as he pulled her in for another kiss.

Any tension that had crept up into her shoulders melted away as his lips moved against her own. It was almost painful when he was affectionate like this, like she was being teased with something that would get snatched away at any moment. It was the same story every time: they’d tease, then fuck, then be oddly tender, before going back to acting like nothing ever happened. She didn’t know if it was because they had acknowledged something was going on between them the other week, but things felt slightly different this time.

Diana let him pull away to finish fixing his pants, not feeling entirely comfortable looking him in the eyes after her foolish thoughts had gotten the better of her. The sound of him buckling his belt made her sigh, reminding her she needed to fix her own clothes.

Hoping her legs were going to work and she wouldn’t fall flat on her face, she pushed herself off of his desk, and he reached over to land a small, playful slap on her ass, earning another one of those laughs he adored so much. She glanced over at him while tugging her skirt back down around her legs and he cast a barely-there smile her way, one she returned as she leaned in and craned her neck to peck his lips.

The racket of his subordinates filing into the S.T.A.R.S. office alerted her that their activities had lasted far longer than she had planned. Sighing, she bent over to pick her heels up from where they’d fallen off her feet and to the floor, and slipped them back on, but Wesker just chuckled.

“How did you sneak in here?” Diana turned to him with a brow raised and he elaborated, “They were leaving when I returned from my meeting.”

The corner of her lips pulled up in a small smirk and she ran two of her fingers over the surface of his desk, making her way to his discarded sunglasses as she closed the distance between them. “Now that would be revealing my methods.” His eyes narrowed and she chuckled as she picked up the shades. “They are an awfully distracted bunch.”

Wesker sighed, the slight annoyance twisting his features told her that he dealt with that often, at least recently. She brought his sunglasses up between them, sliding them over his ears with a small smile on her lips while holding his gaze. He only watched her, curious when she eventually averted her eyes, but the smile didn’t leave her lips, and she slid a hand down to pat his chest twice before pulling away.

Picking her handbag up from under his desk, she moved away from him to walk towards the door, but what she didn’t expect was for him to reach out and gently take hold of her other hand, making her stop in place. That shouldn’t have made her breath catch in her throat, and she found herself just uselessly standing there in shock, staring down at his thumb caressing the back of her hand.

Eyes darting back up to his face, Diana only looked into his eyes as she had no idea what to say to that. Odd… She tilted her head to the side, but he dropped her hand and brushed past her, walking around the desk. Taking a deep breath now that his back was turned, she cursed herself for the feelings she had been trying desperately to cast aside. Confusing was the only word she could use to describe him – she wished he would stop showing her these fleeting moments where she could believe he felt something more for her.

Wesker rested his hand on the doorknob, looking back over at her and smirking to himself when he realised she hadn’t moved, not even a little bit. Making her flustered twice in one afternoon? That was unheard of, but it made him far too proud of himself. He cleared his throat and her head snapped to meet him, before she quickly looked away again, fixing her shirt and hair one last time.

That familiar dignified attitude had taken hold of her once more by the time she made her way over and stood in front of him, narrowing her eyes as she held his gaze. With a small nod towards the door, she silently signalled for him to open it, challenging the arrogant smirk that had pulled onto his lips. She wished she didn’t feel the need to run, but she wanted to be as far away from him as possible. It was getting increasingly difficult to ignore her feelings when he kept looking at her like that.

He abruptly reached out and she almost flinched, his hand coming up to the side of her head. But all he did was tuck a stray hair back into place, lingering as his eyes scanned over the rest of her, no doubt looking for anything else out of place that he could fix.

Diana lowered her voice and the corners of her lips pulled upwards, almost as though she was trying not to smile. You moron, don’t show him that. “I will leave you to explain this to them.”

The urge to pull her in for another kiss was quite annoying in all honesty – that he wanted to hold her close and talk about nonsense the same way they usually did after they had sex. As much as she infuriated him, he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed her presence, and the fact that she had the nerve to challenge him. It was quite an interesting game to play. He would never admit that she made him feel more than just fascination or some deep respect, that William was correct in assuming that he was utterly obsessed with her. It didn’t matter, it would go no further than that.

Wesker pulled the door open and Diana instantly walked past him, her demeanour turning entirely professional, and she made sure to turn towards him and keep her back to his team. The last thing either of them needed was for one of them to figure out she was connected to Umbrella and in turn compromise his position. Both of her hands grasped the straps of her handbag as she brought it in front of her while stopping to stand before him, then she gave him a polite nod of her head.

“Thank you for seeing me at such an inopportune time, Captain.” She let the mask slip for a second to wink at him, and he couldn't believe her. The fact that he almost smiled at such insolent behaviour was absurd.

Before he even had time to respond, she turned on her heel and left the room, the distinct sound of her heels clicking down the hall making him do the exact same back towards his office. His team, on the other hand, were not so quick to disregard such an encounter.

“Who was that?”

#sorry for this. reupload and tweak of start of lunch break with old wip wednesday from it included #setting: mid to late 1996. months after they start sleeping together casually every now and again // ahem. added a little bit of the spice #i faded out into last time lmao just a teeny bit. warnings for two clowns who are in their weird feelings era. she's only recently admitted #to herself that she has feelings for him and is coming to terms with it but he is denying his own at all costs <3 keeps telling himself he #is just fascinated with her blah blah can read anyone like a book but there's something about her he can't figure out and william is like #you're obsessed. you're literally obsessed with her... but he won't hear any of it #oh also diana was basically raised by grandma and spent a lot of time just watching her work so yeah small detail in there heheh #and it's the double meaning of the title for me... had to pick something better for this than what it was...#oc: diana #pair: ewskers #writing.

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The Stranger - Albert Camus (Part 4)

>"Why did you fire five consecutive shots?" I thought for a bit; then explained that they weren't quite consecutive. I fired one at first, and the other four after a short interval. "Why did you pause between the first and second shot?" I seemed to see it hovering again before my eyes, the red glow of the beach, and to feel that fiery breath on my cheeks—and, this time, I made no answer. During the silence that followed, the magistrate kept fidgeting, running his fingers through his hair, half rising, then sitting down again. Finally, planting his elbows on the desk, he bent toward me with a queer expression.

uy what a scenario no, escaping reality with another, more recent reality also shows how good questions are good at letting feelings out and how when handling yet-to-be-processed emotions, people tend to prefer silence than showing vulnerability.

>My gaze fell on her shoulders, and I had a sudden longing to squeeze them, through the thin dress. Its silky texture fascinated me, and I had a feeling that the hope she spoke of centered on it, somehow.

>in the long run one gets used to anything.

>"It passed my understanding why I shouldn't be allowed even to smoke; it could have done no one any harm. Later on, I understood the idea behind it; this privation, too, was part of my punishment. But, by the time I understood, I'd lost the craving, so it had ceased to be a punishment."

>One of the villagers had left his home to try his luck abroad. After twenty-five years, having made a fortune, he returned to his country with his wife and child. Meanwhile his mother and sister had been running a small hotel in the village where he was born. He decided to give them a surprise and, leaving his wife and child in another inn, he went to stay at his mother's place, booking a room under an assumed name. His mother and sister completely failed to recognize him. At dinner that evening he showed them a large sum of money he had on him, and in the course of the night they slaughtered him with a hammer. After taking the money they flung the body into the river. Next morning his wife came and, without thinking, betrayed the guest's identity. His mother hanged herself. His sister threw herself into a well.

>"you're conscious of all the people on the opposite seat staring at you in the hope of finding something in your appearance to amuse them."

>"That fellow's the special correspondent of one of the Paris dailies. As a matter of fact, he didn't come on your account. He was sent for the parricide case, but they've asked him to cover yours as well." It was on the tip of my tongue to say, "That was very kind of them," but then I thought it would sound silly. With a friendly wave of his hand he left us, and for some minutes nothing happened.

>"I had a foolish desire to burst into tears. For the first time I'd realized how all these people loathed me."

Gloat - dwell on own success and or be smug about another's misfortune -- feel some kind of pleasure from it

clear - cogent (case)

>"IT is always interesting, even in the prisoner's dock, to hear oneself being talked about. And certainly in the speeches of my lawyer and the prosecuting counsel a great deal was said about me; more, in fact, about me personally than about my crime."

>We cannot blame a man for lacking what it was never in his power to acquire.

compunction - the guilt feeling after doing something bad

>At one moment, however, I pricked up my ears; it was when I heard him saying: "It is true I killed a man." He went on in the same strain, saying "I" when he referred to me. It seemed so queer that I bent toward the policeman on my right and asked him to explain. He told me to shut up; then, after a moment, whispered: "They all do that." It seemed to me that the idea behind it was still further to exclude me from the case, to put me off the map. so to speak, by substituting the lawyer for myself. Anyway, it hardly mattered; I already felt worlds away from this courtroom and its tedious "proceedings."

inexorable - impossible to stop or prevent

>Naturally, all that "hope" could come to was to be knocked down at the corner of a street or picked off by a bullet in my back. But, all things considered, even this luxury was forbidden me; I was caught in the rattrap irrevocably.

>>"For, the moment I'd pictured myself in freedom, standing behind a double rank of policemen—on the right side of the line, so to speak—the mere thought of being an onlooker who comes to see the show, and can go home and vomit afterward, flooded my mind with a wild, absurd exultation. It was a stupid thing to let my imagination run away with me like that; a moment later I had a shivering fit and had to wrap myself closely in my blanket. But my teeth went on chattering; nothing would stop them."

>>"One always has exaggerated ideas about what one doesn't know."

>"When something happens to me I want to be ready for it. That's why I got into the habit of sleeping off and on in the daytime and watching through the night for the first hint of daybreak in the dark dome above. The worst period of the night was that vague hour when, I knew, they usually come; once it was after midnight I waited, listening intently. Never before had my ears perceived so many noises, such tiny sounds. Still, I must say I was lucky in one respect; never during any of those periods did I hear footsteps. Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there's always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her. Because I might just as well have heard footsteps, and felt my heart shattered into bits. Even though the faintest rustle sent me hurrying to the door and, pressing an ear to the rough, cold wood, I listened so intently that I could hear my breathing, quick and hoarse like a dog's panting— even so there was an end; my heart hadn't split, and I knew I had another twenty-four hours' respite."

>"At this stage, but only at this stage, I had, so to speak, the right, and accordingly I gave myself leave, to consider the other alternative; that my appeal was successful. And then the trouble was to calm down that sudden rush of joy racing through my body and even bringing tears to my eyes. But it was up to me to bring my nerves to heel and steady my mind; for, even in considering this possibility, I had to keep some order in my thoughts, so as to make my consolations, as regards the first alternative, more plausible. When I'd succeeded, I had earned a good hour's peace of mind; and that, anyhow, was something."

>Then I did something I hadn't done for quite a while; I fell to thinking about Marie. She hadn't written for ages; probably, I surmised, she had grown tired of being the mistress of a man sentenced to death. Or she might be ill, or dead. After all, such things happen. How could I have known about it, since, apart from our two bodies, separated now, there was no link between us, nothing to remind us of each other? Supposing she were dead, her memory would mean nothing; I couldn't feel an interest in a dead girl. This seemed to me quite normal; just as I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.

>"But, though I mightn't be so sure about what interested me, I was absolutely sure about what didn't interest me. And the question he had raised didn't interest me at all."

>"Maybe. Still, if you don't die soon, you'll die one day. And then the same question will arise. How will you face that terrible, final hour?"

>"What difference could they make to me, the deaths of others, or a mother's love, or his God; or the way a man decides to live, the fate he thinks he chooses, since one and the same fate was bound to "choose" not only me but thousands of millions of privileged people who, like him, called themselves my brothers. Surely, surely he must see that? Every man alive was privileged; there was only one class of men, the privileged class. All alike would be condemned to die one day; his turn, too, would come like the others'. And what difference could it make if, after being charged with murder, he were executed because he didn't weep at his mother's funeral, since it all came to the same thing in the end?"

>"As a condemned man himself, couldn't he grasp what I meant by that dark wind blowing from my future?"

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songmingisthighs · 3 years

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Hooked

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ch. lxxxi - < 33

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

San and Wooyoung fought for a solid 3 minutes over who gets to have you on their laps before you smack them both and pulled a chair in between them.

So there you three were, out of class and straight into a PC bang. You admit that when San told you he was kidnapping you to go on a date you didn't expect him to have brought you to play computer games. But then Wooyoung crashed in and challenged San.

Literally.

You and San were both walking hand-in-hand towards the university's gate and suddenly Wooyoung came barrelling in like a wild block of cheese rolling down Cooper's Hill.

But you didn't mind. Not when you know how both of them together would mean more chaos and it's just more entertaining.

"Sannie," you called out to him, tugging on his sleeve. He momentarily averted his attention from the screen to you. "Yes, baby?" he smiled at you before focusing back on the screen. You pursed your lips at him, pouting whilst giving him your best puppy eyes, "I'm thirsty,"

San's eyebrows furrowed, "didn't you bought a venti sized latte before we came here?" he asked, sure that you had gotten the largest size of beverage before going to the PC Bang. You wrap your arms around his closest forearm as you rested your head on his shoulder, "Wooyoungie drank like three-fourth of it," you complained, glaring at your other boyfriend who smirked at the mention of his name.

"Sharing is caring, you know?" he defended himself. You scoffed and kicked his leg, "you should've gotten your own," you muttered at him.

Wooyoung giggled but slid his chair backwards, "okay, fine, we'll get you something to drink now," Wooyoung said, getting up and pulled San up and out of your grasp.

San whined in protest at the sudden intrusion of his gaming time, saying it was Wooyoung's fault and he didn't do anything. He immediately shut up though when Wooyoung mentioned that he saw the kid who had been beating his ass in the game near the cashier.

You could only chuckle at them both, staring dreamily whilst a warm, fluttering feeling bloomed in your stomach.

"Hey," a voice called behind you.

You looked back and you internally swallowed the lump that appeared in your throat.

There were two girls standing behind you, smirk adorning their faces. You recognize them as your batch's biggest pick me up girls and gossips, people would either go to them to get tea or they'd avoid them at all cost like the plague. You had a couple of classes with them the previous semester and you had one with them in the current semester. Seeing that they were from communications, you were quite glad. But due to the current inevitable truth spilt, you had just been actively avoiding them.

Awkwardly, you smiled at them both, hoping that they were just coming by to say hello. Sadly, there's a 99.9% chance of that not happening.

"Hi," you answered back to them.

"Funny meeting you here, never pegged you to be a gamer," one of them spoke out.

It was irritatingly creepy how they made each other look so similar. The outfits, the hairstyle and colour, the nails? Are they purposefully TRYING to look like twins?

You let out an awkward chuckle at them, "Not really, I didn't come here alone," you said, not really wanting to tell them who you came with, " I didn't know you both like to go to PC Bangs too," you added.

Both of them nodded their heads towards the direction of 5 guys, pushing one another as their eyes glued to the screens in front of them. "We don't go here on our own accords, we're here with the boys," one of them said.

Suddenly, the other one stepped forward and leaned in close to your face, making you slightly uncomfortable, "But I'm not surprised that you're here playing, though," she said.

At that, you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

"How do you mean?" You asked.

Realizing you just caught her bait, she smirked wider. Her hand reached forward to pat you twice on the head, "I mean you're such a player, bet you like playing games, right? Or you perhaps like to hang around here, looking to rope in more boys into your STD dungeon?"

What she said wasn't even clever, yet they were both cackling as if they had just roasted Albert Einstein. That pissed you off more than the fact that they had just practically called you a whore.

Your jaw clenched tight when they didn't stop their laughter. You tried to hold it in, not wanting to have an outburst in a public space occupied mostly by people from your campus. But by God, shoving a CPU in their mouths seemed like a good idea.

Not being able to stand their laughter anymore, you push yourself up to stand before them. Their laughter died down slightly, noticing how your eyes burn with intensity, as if ready to pounce at them.

"Funny you should say that when that's what you're both doing," you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "What are you talking about?" one of them asked. "An Australopithecus would've understood what I meant quicker than these airheads," you muttered under your breath before continuing, "What was the point of coming up to me here anyways? Trying to prove that you're better than me by telling me that my relationship is a sham? You know what's a sham? Your hair colour, nose, lips, double eyelid, chin, and pretty sure if a door slam to your bodies, your boobs will pop like a fucking water balloon," you spoke in one breath.

Maybe it was the accumulated stress from having to deal with the judge-y shitheads in your class and literally everywhere around campus, or maybe it's just you wanting to channel your anger at something. Before you know it, you took menacing steps to them, cornering both girls against the table behind them.

You jab a finger at one of their chests, "You both act like you're the saints of the campus when fact is at least three fourth of us don't give even a tenth of a fuck for you both so you went on chasing, hanging out with boys because what was it that you said? Befriending girls is too much? We're too much drama? If so, then what are you both? You created at least 87% of the drama that you have ever been into. Did those boys even wanted you two around or did you two just latch onto them like fucking leeches? Call me a whore, call me a slut or whatever 'clever' thing you can come up with, but at least the people I'm with genuinely wants me and I didn't even have to throw myself at them like you two did. I still have my pride and dignity," You spat out at them.

Their eyes widened at your outburst. It was clear that they hadn't taken into account that there was a chance that you'd retaliate like that.

"Fucking parasites," you muttered as you turned your back on them and walked off to the bathroom to calm yourself down a bit, leaving the two girls flabbergasted with people, including their so-called guy friends, laughing and snickering at them.

As you were about to enter the bathroom, you felt hands pushing you inside and bodies piling inside the bathroom. When the sound of door locking was heard, you almost panicked, thinking that this might be a public attack that you'd hear on the news.

But you were so glad when you turned around and see your boyfriends. You let out a shaky sigh, trying to calm yourself down slightly before moving to smack their arms for scaring the shit out of you.

"What the fuck do you-" your protests were cut short when Wooyoung lunged to connect his lips with yours. You let out a squeal at the impact of his body paired with the impact of the sink behind you.

San moved himself behind you, hands clutching onto the edges of your skirt tightly, bunching them up to reveal your panties to the cold air of the bathroom.

"We heard your little outburst outside," San said as his lips latched onto the side of your neck. You let out a muffled 'what?' at him. Wooyoung's lips were preventing you from speaking much as his hands began to prevent you from thinking straight. The way they had magically manoeuvred themselves into your shirt and bra made your knees weak.

"Yeah, we heard everything. Woo had to hold me back from interfering to which I'm glad he did," he groaned loudly next to your ear as his hands move, they wrapped themselves tightly around your waist, "because if he hadn't, I wouldn't have seen this side of you and it's so damn sexy," he growled. You could feel him bucking his hips onto your ass and even with his jeans, you could feel how hard he was. It was a good thing that San was holding onto you so tightly or else you would've slumped so hard onto the floor.

Without any warning, San slipped a hand into your skirt and tugged your panties down to your knees. Before even fully comprehending the situation, both San and Wooyoung hand worked on their pants, relieving their hard cocks from their confines. Their lips must've been magic because you could've sworn that you didn't realize anything until you felt them pressing themselves to your entrance.

The tip of San's cock prodded against your back hole first, as if asking for permission. You moaned at the feeling, letting go of Wooyoung's lips to throw your head back against San's shoulder. San took it as a sign from you to continue. He slowly pushed himself in. With the lack of lubricant, you felt its slight sting.

Wooyoug noticed how you winced at the feeling of San entering your ass. Though the latter tried to distract you by peppering kisses up and down the side of your neck, it proved to not be enough. So Wooyoung reconnected both of your lips as he snuck a hand down to play with your clit.

You squirmed in both of their holds. The slight foreign discomfort combined with the pleasure Wooyoung's fingers gave you elicit a rather new feeling.

It didn't take long for San to be fully nestled in you. Though it would've been wise to get used to him first, you could see how Wooyoung eyed his fingers, wanting nothing more than to slip himself in you.

Chuckling slightly, you took ahold of his working hand, "Woo, I need you in me now," you told him. He looked at you with eyes slightly wide, "You sure? Don't you wanna take a bit more time?" he asked. It was honestly adorable how concerned he was about you even in such an intimate position.

Not saying anything, you pulled him closer to you by his shirt, effectively sandwiching yourself between the two best friends.

"When it comes to any one of you, I can't wait anymore," you said, teeth tugging against his earlobe.

At that, Wooyoung exhaled shakily. You got what you wanted when he suddenly lifted your left leg up to his waist and began entering you slowly.

With one side already filled, you felt extremely full. It wasn't too much for you, but it sure does make you felt like you were about to burst.

"M-move," you told them both as your hands clenched onto Wooyoung's shirt.

They both started at a slow pace, trying to establish a rhythm to make sure that you felt as good as they were feeling. The last thing they wanted was for you to feel like something that they'd use to just merely get off.

The initial foreign feeling changed to pleasure quickly. When you felt both men fell into stable rhythms, you began moaning in pleasure. Their cocks were rubbing and prodding all the right places.

"God, I think I can feel San inside you, babe," Wooyoung groaned.

You unconsciously clenched hard at Wooyoung's words.

San took notice immediately. One of his eyebrows raised in surprise at the newfound information.

"Little slut here likes to be filled to the brim, doesn't she?" he chuckled darkly. One of his hands moved to wrap itself around on your neck. The slight pressure he put on it felt amazing when combined with the feeling both of them provided with their cocks.

Wooyoung's lips planted themselves onto your chest as he pulled your shirt lower. His teeth tugged at your skin, to which you were sure he wanted to leave marks on you.

"Can't answer us when you have two cocks in you huh, babe?" Wooyoung taunted, purposefully biting your nipple through your bra, making you gasp loudly.

Their speed increased significantly. You felt both of their hips hitting you in turns, their cocks also taking turns in filling you. When one slip out, the other slipped in. You were never left empty.

Your high was approaching quicker than anyone could expect. Between the work they did with their lips and their cocks stuffing you, you were actually surprised that you hadn't come any quicker.

"F-fuck I-I-I-" You stuttered out. You couldn't even finish your sentence as you suddenly came hard on them. Your thighs quivered and you clenched them hard to the point that they groaned at how tight you were being.

With your climax accomplished, the two became focused on chasing their own.

"F-first one to cum pays for today's gaming session," Wooyoung said, smirking to San as if he was taunting him.

Through the overstimulation, you managed to smack Wooyoung's shoulder. Albeit weakly. "A-are you- Ah! Are you seriously m-m-maki-ng bets in t-the middle of f-fucking?" you glared at him.

Your question was left unanswered as he only grinned deviilishly.

Feeling sneaky, you immediately slip your hands under his shirt to tweak at his nipples. During your times with him, you found out how his nipples became sensitive when he's about to cum and usually it wouldn't take much for him to cum when you play with his nipples.

His jaw hung open at the sudden feeling. His thrusts became sloppier. After one, two more tugs, you felt him unloading himself inside you. His hips lock in place and his cock twitched inside you. His warm load filling you, making you whine at the feeling.

San chuckled from behind you, "thanks baby," he said, pecking you softly on your cheek, making you giggle. "But now I need to cum in your pussy too,"

Before you could even prepare yourself, he had pulled out of you abruptly. He pushed Wooyoung out of your pussy so that he could bend you over the sink.

"I'm sorry baby, but I really need to cum," he said quickly before plunging himself into your pussy. You let out a yelp as your hands anchored yourself by the edges of the sink.

San drilled into you at an animalistic pace. You looked up the mirror to see San's eyes shut close, eyebrows furrowing as his hips snap harshly against your ass.

Wooyoung's cum made it easier for him to move in and out of you. He even slipped out a couple of times.

You helped him chase his high by clenching your pussy around him. Soon enough, you felt a second load painting your walls. San's cum mixing with yours and Wooyoungs's.

The mixture leaked from your hole down to your thighs and even trickled down onto the floor. Some were caught by your panties but a lot of them fell to the floor, especially when San finally pulled out of you.

The three of you stood silently in the bathroom, trying to catch your breaths after the impromptu bathroom session.

San was the first one to catch his breath. He stuffed himself back into his pants and fixed his clothes. "I'll help (Y/N) clean herself up, you go and pay so we can get out," he said as he began to pull some tissues from the dispenser.

In the midst of fixing his own clothes, Wooyoung paused as he furrowed his eyebrows at San, "Why me?" he asked. San rolled his eyes at the question, "Because you said whoever came first had to pay and you did," he said as he leaned down to wipe the dripping cum from your pussy.

Wooyoung whined at that, "Not fair! (Y/N) made me cum! That shouldn't have counted!" You giggled at his accusation, "I mean, you shouldn't have made a bet when you're having sex with your girlfriend, but..." you trailed off.

Feeling defeated, Wooyoung groaned and pout, "Fine, I'll pay. But I better get a ton of kisses in return," he grumbled as he pointed at you.

You only rolled your eyes at him whilst wiggling your hips to help San put your panties back on.

"As if I don't already give you a lot,"

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mrskittythulhu · 3 years

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blue flames and red feathers (2)

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(18+) Dabi + Hawks + (y/n) fem

Shifting from foot to foot on the sidewalk outside your apartment you waited for your coworkers to arrive. You spent hours shuffling from outfit to outfit until you ran out of time and settled on a blue skater dress. You didn’t care much for the heals but they matched. You knew that if you wore them your feet would be killing you later, but the lack of other options forced you to wear them tonight.

The drive to the club was lively with the radio blaring. You almost wanted to insist that they come back another night when you noticed the long line of patrons wanting to enter the club. To your dismay one of the girls said she was a friend of someone who worked for Endeavor’s agency and got his rejected club passes. Hawks had told you before that many businesses send freebees to top heroes in hope of them coming. It was a strange type of marketing ploy.

After you each flashed your IDs to the bouncer you made it inside the loud thumping smoke-filled club. Bright lasers filled the dark space and low lights illuminated the bar and seating areas. You watched as your coworkers quickly flocked the bar grabbing shot glasses while you awkwardly maneuvered through the crowds. By the time you regrouped the boisterous group of girls were slamming their second shot glass.

Barely able to hear what the girls next to you were saying it was just easier to smile and nod at the conversation. Swiftly a couple of the girls from the group broke off to the dance floor. Wasn’t long before they were no long dancing with each other but dancing with strange men.

“Here drink this.” One of your coworkers nudged you for your attention handing you a swirling blue liquid inside a small glass cup. With a tight smile on your face, you thanked her. You knew you needed to loosen up the awkward tension was thick. Not wanting to be a wet blanket you drank down the glass. The burn of the alcohol caused you to let out strained coughs. When you regained yourself, you looked around see that your party had fully disbursed leaving you alone at the bar.

With wobbly feet you walked towards the restrooms in hope to text Hawks that you were not having a good time and wanting him to pick you up. Hopefully he wasn’t busy working far away. Between the uncomfortable shoes and the strange alcohol hitting your system each step became harder and harder. As you nearly fell over strong arms wrapped around your mid-section pulling you back into a hard chest. The thump of your body colliding with their then them colliding with a wall knocked you dizzy for a moment.

“Where are you off to little slut?” A deep voice whispered in your ear. A chill ran up your spine as you knew you could never forget the sound of HIS voice. You felt the scratch of metal on the back of your leg as his hand ran up your thigh. He was under your running a finger under your panties at your hip. His fingers felt hot against your soft skin.

“Are you off to fuck another villain in the bathroom?” Dabi was enjoying how your heartrate and breathing started to pick up. Your heavy panting causing your breasts to rise and fall. “That’s right you’re into heroes again. Guess you must be over that bad boy phase already.” Panic filled you from him knowing something so personal. You started to squirm away, but he gripped his free arm over you like a seatbelt leaving his hand light placed over your neck. He started to shush you while the hand under your dress was placed over your clothed core. His fingers pushing the fabric between your folds to soke up your moistier.

“Please Dabi let me go.” You sucked in your bottom lip as you let out a throatily moan from his touch. “I promise I wont tell anyone I saw you here. I just want to go home.” His nose was running along your ear, so you were able to hear him moan as if he was thinking over your words despite the loud music. “Please.” You begged with the prick of tears in the corner of your eyes.

“Alright.” His grip on your neck tightened but his large hands didn’t put pressure on your airway. “But I will be seeing you real soon (y/n).” The hand under your dress gave a squeeze of your womanhood and you jumped from the sensation. “Real soon.” He left a chase kiss at the back of your cheek near your ear. As quickly as his hands were on you, they were gone.

You spun around losing your balance in the process to see where he had gone but there was only a wall. With more urgency you made your way into the restroom. You frantically pulled out your phone but no answer from Hawks. After a deep calming breath, you texted him. If it wasn’t for autocorrect none of your rapid-fire messages would have been legible. Despite you promise deep down it would have been foolish not to tell your high-ranking hero boyfriend that a top villain was at the club. Taking a seat on the countertop you downloaded a ride share app quickly typed in your info and waited for the notification that your ride was here to get you.

“Shit.” For the second time you dropped your apartment keys to the floor. Your mind was still uneasy after your run in with Dabi. You didn’t even bother to tell anyone you had gone home. Only hiding in the bathroom like a scared child until your ride showed.

You had convinced yourself that the reason he was after you was to kill you. He knew you had told the police about him and wanted to tie up loose ends. This panic left you trembling. You took both your hands wrapped them around your keys and slowly managed to open your apartment door. A stray tear left your eye at the small victory. Rushing inside you slammed the door shut and locked it quickly. You peeked out the spy hole like a mad woman only letting out a deep sigh when you noticed the hallway was still empty.

Flicking on the living room light you only felt slightly safer in the walls of your apartment. You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and went into your bedroom. Telling yourself that after a relaxing shower and good night sleep you would feel better. Chugging half the bottle down you felt the cool water chill your racing body. With quick movements pulled your skater dress over your head and tossed it into the hamper.

In the mirror you noticed the large wet spot on your panties from when Dabi had touched you. Slowly you moved a towards your lower half, but you stopped suddenly. In the corner of your eye, you noticed movement in the mirror’s reflection coming from behind you. As you looked over your eyes wide with fear as bright blue eyes stared back at you.

Dabi was leaning with his arms folded over his chest on your bathroom door frame. You spun around nearly loosing balance from your heals. The palms of your hands gripped the top of your dresser keeping you from falling over.

“W-wha..” Your frantic words trailed off.

“I told you I would see you soon.” He started to take long strides over to you.

“Ho- How did you get in here.” He didn’t answer with words only a blank expression and a shrug of his shoulders. Before you could ask another question, he was towering over you. Your eyes stayed locked with his fear kept you trapped in place. You knew what this man was capable of and images of your tragic end on the evening news filled your mind.

“A-are you here to kill me?” A sly smile pulled at the corner of his lips. He placed his hands on the dresser behind you trapping you in place. He leaned his face closer to yours with a hum in his throat. His nose lightly brushed along your cheek when he reached your temple, he placed a chase kiss to your skin.

“I was thinking about it.” He brought his hand up capturing your chin to keep your attention forced on him. “Would be a shame to get rid of such a fine piece of ass like you.” He ran his thumb over your lips on instinct you opened your mouth allowing him to run is thumb over your tongue while you lightly sucked it. “So why don’t you do what you do best and convince me not to kill you.”

His grip on your chin tightened as his thumb firmly pressed on your bottom front teeth. Your sucking stopped as he started to guide your face down. You slid to your knees and placed your hands on his hips. You looked up to see his blue eyes glowing with an unsettling desire. It was clear as glass what he was in your apartment for and its not like the night you shared together was bad experience. The only dread you had was having Hawks suddenly come home and catch you with a top villain.

“Do it just like you did when we met.” He removed his hand from your face while yours went to work on his belt. With nimble hands you undid the button and pulled down the zipper. With a shifting grip you laced your fingers at the top of his pants pulling them down to his mid-thigh. You were now face to face with his cock bulging beneath his shorts. He made it jump knowing you were staring at it. You tried to hide your smile at the childish act as you slowly looked back up at him.

“Well? get to it slut. We don’t have all night and I have many other positions I plan to have you in before I’m done.” One of his hands slid across your cheek to the back of your head his fingers now laced in your hair. Slender fingers slipped under his waist band to pulling them down until his cock sprung free.

Dabi’s dick is beautiful, for several reasons. It’s long and curves upwards beautifully when he gets hard. There are visible veins along his length, but the one underneath is particularly thick and gorgeous. The perfect canvas for the Jacob’s ladder that he has going from base to tip. The Prince Albert piercing was new. He must have got it done just after you met because it looked well healed. The wide head of his cock is always so pretty and pink. You staired in awe watching the little beads of precum leak around his piercing it was especially mouth-watering. He’s not as girthy as Hawks, but those piercings and veins more than make up for it.

His fingers tighten in your hair as he felt you start to take him in. The taste of metal and salt was thick on your tongue as you tentatively sucked on the tip, and it just tasted so good. You missed what it felt like to have him in your mouth, in your throat.

You picked up his weighty cock, lifting it above your face, so that you could deliberately drag your tongue along his shaft, letting it slowly climb every rung of the ladder while he watched. In awe of how big his dick looked resting against your cute face. How fucking sexy you looked when you locked eyes with him, pupils already blown with lust from how desperately you wanted him to abuse each and every one of your holes.

The sensation of the piercings on your tongue was enough to have you clenching at the thought of him sliding inside you, scratching that itch in a way that you never would admit out loud. How could you tell anyone that one of your best nights was with a top villain. You moaned, a lewd, animalistic sound as you bobbed your head over his length, feeling your tongue dance over the piercings again as the metal fastened within his tip kissed the back of your throat.

He nearly came the first time you took him to the hilt and watching you do it again now was dissolving his restraint. His fingers fisting into your hair to grip it tight, knuckles turning white as he held himself as still as he could in your throat, willing himself not to cum before easing your off his length with a choked groan.

“Shit, baby,” he murmurs, inhaling a deep breath as he slowly shifted his hips forward, rocking his length in and out of your mouth. He was loving the tears that fell from your eyes as you held back from choking on him. “You love this dick, don’t cha, doll?”

“Mmhmm,” you mewl, humming around the head as your tongue swirled around the metal and pressed against his sensitive slit lightly flicking his piercing.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it,” he growls, his eyes closing as his head dropped back. You began to swallow down the thick hot ropes that hit the back of your throat. As he slowly slid out you continued to lightly suck on his tip making sure to not miss a drop.

“You wanna know what? I actually missed the feeling of being trapped inside that soppin’ cunt of yours.” With a bit of force, he pulled you up to your feet then pushed you on to the bed. Your palms flat on the plush bedding slightly hunched over. You felt a chill across your exposed body as you stood there in your undergarments and heals.

His lips attached to your neck as his fingers went to work to remove your bra. He continued his wet openmouthed kissed along your skin causing goosebumps to form. With a soft thump you heard your bra fall to the floor. He trailed his fingers lightly up your spine causing you to whimper in your throat.

A flat palm placed between your shoulder blades forcing your upper body down to the bed. Dabi leaned over you slightly using some of his wight to keep you down. His free hand started to run along your clothed womanhood. His middle finger pressed the fabric between your lower lips causing the material to become moist from your juices.

“You are such a slut getting off to my cock, what a horny little bitch. But your my bitch aren’t you—yeah, say ‘yes sir’.” He quickly removed his hand from between your legs to send a sharp slap to your cheek.

“Yes sir.” You sharply squealed out.

“Wonder what your little hero boyfriend Hawks would say if he saw you like this? Does he make you as wet as I can?” You ducked your head down in shame. For a moment in your lust filled haze you had forgotten about Hawks and the guilt was twisting at your heart.

A cold chill stunned your body as you heard the click of locks from your front door. Despite the low villainous chuckles from Dabi you were hyper focused on the sound of Hawks’ work boots thumping closer to your bedroom.

“Whoa? I thought you were going to wait for me?” Hawks stood tall in the doorway looking between you and Dabi.

“Hawks!” You called out in panic, but he didn’t react to you. A confused look spread over your face as you took in the words, he just said realizing they were not aimed at you. It was boggling to even fathom that your loving boyfriend in anyway was working with Dabi.

“Aww... look at the little plaything trying to figure it all out.” Dabi’s words were venomous and caused your stomach to twist. You couldn’t help the tears that started to flow from your eyes.

“Come on chickadee don’t be like that.” As Hawks walked closer to you, he removed his jacket and shirt. You felt Dabi shift behind you and heard the rustling of clothes he was likely removing his pants from around his ankles. Hawks stroked your cheek so he could tuck some loose hair behind your ear.

“We just wanted to share you. (y/n) I care about you so much would you really think I would let any harm come to you?” He always has a huge twinkle in his eyes and a silly smile on his face whenever he looks at you but right now there was something slightly dark there. He only had that look when he was in an especially sexual mood. That look always caused heat to build in your panties. His words started to echo in your head as you debated his offer. No harm had come to you so far when you were alone with Dabi in fact you were quite enjoying yourself. The image of both of them having their way with you was enough to get you to start rubbing your legs together to create much needed friction.

“Seems the little slut likes the idea.” Dabi leaned next to your ear. “Not like I really cared what you thought. This isn’t about what you want Its about what we want.” With force Dabi flipped you to your back causing you to squeal in surprise. You looked away toward Hawks to see him removing the last of his clothing.

Hawks’ cock might be nicest you have seen, he has a red tip with a vain running from the tip to the base on the top and the same on the bottom. He started to lazily stroke his length as he crawled on the bed next to your head.

Dabi grabbed your face to the point it started to hurt forcing you to look back at him. His free hand was held up and incased in a blue flame. Your eyes went wide with fear but you dared not to move. Hawks gently stroked the top of your head calming you down slightly but you refused to look away from the flame. His flamed hand went down to your panties and he engulfed them. The heat stung your skin but once enough fabric was gone so was the flame.

Hawks placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and whispered that you were such a ‘good girl’. Dabi slid his hand off your face to grip your throat giving your neck a stern squeeze. His pointer finger and thumb guided your face towards Hawks’ prominent erection. Dabi slid his free hand down into your core the heat that lingered on his fingers from his quark left a warm sensation inside you. Your lips went wide as you gasped from the pleasurable sensation allowing Hawks’ to slip himself past your lips. Dabi wasted no time and removed his fingers from your dripping core and began to slide his own length inside you.

"Fuck baby, yeh that's it shit-", Hawks says grabbing your hair, you let out a moan around his dick as he pulls your hair slightly. “Yeah, you enjoy taking me so well, don’t you, Chickadee?” He hits the back of your throat as he moans. He has his hands in your hair, tugging at it, throwing his head back in accordance with the bobs of your head. You start to bob your head faster, hollowing out your cheeks and using your tongue to lick the veins along his cock.

"Ahh~ yeh that's it good girl, suck my cock"

Dabi had his palms underneath your knees, your thighs pressed up towards your chest as his slender body loomed over you, his thick cock sliding inside your tight cunt with slow, hard thrusts. His blue eyes watching the way your tits bounced with each rut of his hips.

“Fuck, doll. You feel so fuckin’ good. Look at your sloppy pussy, taking me so well.” Hawks’ removed himself for a moment from your mouth. You whimpered when you felt Dabi adjust your thighs slightly, slipping your ass further up on his lap as he began to angle his thrusts at a different spot inside you, one that had your eyes rolling back.

Shoving his precum, and saliva-soaked prick back into your mouth until Hawks was sure he was going to cum. You were so keen on helping him, humming with excitement as he fucked your mouth.

You feel him twitching in your mouth, "Fuck baby gonna cum" he says as he holds on to your head in place, thrusting his hips into your face, his cock going deeper into your throat.

"Fuck.. ahh~ shit yeh fuck-" Hawks moans out as he shoots his thick cum into your throat, painting the back of your throat white.

Dabi’s thumb unrelenting against your clit as he began to draw random patterns against it, groaning when he felt you begin to clench around him. Your cunt clenching around his cock as a clear stream began to trickle from your tight cunt.

Dabi’s eyes instantly looking between where your bodies were connected to watch the liquid seep from your body, splashing against his pelvis, abdomen and your thighs as he continued rutting his hips into you, enjoying the sight of you squirting all over him.

“Shit, that’s what I’m fuckin’ talking about doll, you dirty fuckin’ bitch.” The way your cunt was squeezing around him in the aftershocks of your orgasm had Dabi following you into bliss, bottoming inside you a final time as he came deep inside your quivering walls.

When he pulled his softening cock from your tight cunt his eyes immediately watched the way your cunt squeezed around nothing, unable to resist slipping his fingers down to run through the mixture of your releases, feeling it damp against his skin.

"Your blow jobs really are the best baby" Hawks kiss your forehead, but your body was so numb and buzzing from the after shock of your pleasure you could barely feel it. Your head was dizzy and your vision was blurry from tears. While you felt the bed shift as they moved away from you everything went dark and you drifted off to sleep.

You awoke feeling over heated. Heavy lids opened to survey your surroundings. The heat you felt was Dabi and Hawks sandwiching you between their bodies. With careful movement to not wake either of them you managed yourself out of bed. With light footsteps you made your way to the kitchen for much needed drink of water.

You felt sore, humiliated, and very satisfied with what you remembered doing. Once your thirst was quenched you walked back into your room only to stop at the sight of Dabi and Hawks cuddled together. You held back you giggles and found your phone. After snapping your picture, you hid your phone in your underwear drawer and tossed on an oversized shirt and panties. When you turned back to the bed you could see golden eyes peaking at you.

He lifted his wing and lazily lifted his arm making a small space for you to come back to bed to. You didn’t know the extent of his relationship with Dabi or what it meant for your relationship now that you three all shared an intimate moment. Sleep called to you louder than the million questions swirling in your head as you crawled into place. Hawks kissed your forehead while you felt Dabi shift behind you grunting.

“Night boys.”

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Strands of Webbing

A Spiderverse Fanfic

Prompts 157-168

“Traversing the Web”

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157. Genealogy

"Richard and Mary Parker," says Peter B, writing the names at the top of a piece of paper next to his own.

Noir nods. "Same here. Never met them, though."

"Curtis Parker and Hida Haraka," says Peni.

"I think my mother's name was Susan? She left us a note next to the egg sac."

"Ranjit and Mina Prabhakar," says Pavitr.

"…Peter Parker and Marie-Jane Watson," says Mayday, pointedly.

"Reinhold and Miriam Pauker," says the Cob.

"Albert and Claire Reilly," says Mabel.

"…how did this start?" Miguel asks Miles, from the other side of the room.

The other Spider-Man shrugs. "They started talking about blood types in case anyone needs some for transfusions, and it turned into making a family tree."

Miguel blinks. "But…they're from different universes, so the blood would glitch out of existence inside their bodies anyway—"

"They'll figure it out," Gwen reassures him. "Eventually."

"Why's Pavitr there?"

"Apparently he's got some English blood on his mom's side and they think he might be related."

"And El Porquito?"

"He just turned up. He does that."

"And we wouldn't want it any other way," says Miguel fondly.

158. Tribute

Peni doesn't accept payment for her work. So whenever someone needs something, or has been given something, they leave her snacks and treats instead. Gray has a bit of a minor advantage here—the textures of smells and tastes work on overdrive in his world to counteract the sparsity of colour—and candy buttons from his universe are the most stolen item in her workshop. But she's also developed a taste for peda, which has started a minor black market trade from Pavitr and Roshni's worlds.

Miguel would happily accept payment for his work if literally any of the Spiders around here had any money.

("Put your wallet away, Porquito.")

159. Quarantine

"Dude, if your world's really shutting down because of a global plague…" Gwen begins.

Peter sighs. "Nah, it's fine, guys, it's fine. Spider-Man's still out at work, I can still write science articles, MJ's been editing papers, the villains have actually been lying low for the most part…the only thing that's a bit frustrating is that May gets cranky if she can't go out. Buuuut I think I've found a way around that."

"…Peter."

"What?"

"What?" says Miles, before the answer dawns on him. "Oh. Peter, you didn't…"

"What? She likes the fresh air. You can't get fresh air on the ground in this city." Peter lifts his ten-month-old daughter up to the camera. "Here, May, say hi to Auntie Gwen and Uncle Miles!"

"Baaah!" says May happily, on general principles.

"Aw, hi sweetie!" Gwen coos. "Look at how big you're getting! Peter B. Parker, we are not done here. How are you!"

"Gah!"

"She's gonna say my name first."

"Nuh-uh, it's gonna be me. Hey, May, it's Uncle Miles!"

"Mmmmah!"

"See?"

"You're already daddy's superhero," murmurs Peter to May, who giggles.

160. Student

"You can really teach me?"

The kid has potential, Olivia can admit that to herself. But Carolyn Trainer is a Doctor Octopus for a very different sort of world. She's much more into blending virtual reality and physical than looking for new ones. Reasonable, but not the most transferable of skills. Besides, she's already got a pretty good student back at home, even if she's still waiting for the right time to involve Mr. Morales in her…off-the-books research.

Still, she can definitely pass on a few tips.

"Well, I'll try, kid. First of all…actually, first and foremost, don't get too attached to your mentor figures. You might end up kidnapping them without their realizing it, then having a car thrown at you by their super-powered nephew whom you're now not allowed to kill yourself. That gets annoying."

"I…what?"

161. Forward

"This is Peter Pauker," says Miguel, prodding the Cob forward. "Please don't show him any pirate holos."

Peter, who looks like a half-crazed shaman with a moustache worthy of a cowboy, shiny white glasses, and a raggedy red cloak with a tight hood, is still looking around in astonishment.

"Welcome to Brooklyn, my man!" says Miles, cheerfully.

He's still in his spider-suit. So is Gwen, and Peter B., and Billy, and Ham.

Peter leans over to Miguel.

"You're sure I haven't just joined a cult of demons in Hell, right?"

"Seriously? Not to put too fine a point on it, but you're the one with the fangs."

"To be fair," says Miguel, "this is Brooklyn."

Miles looks mildly insulted. "Hey, not cool."

"What can I say, parcero, the Bronx has you beat no matter the century."

"Just please tell me Staten Island has remained the same," mutters the Cob. "We just managed to get rid of the British a few years ago. You know, the bad ones. It's still got that strength of spirit, right?"

The other Spiders look at one another.

"Dude," says Miles, putting a friendly hand on Peter's shoulder, "I am so sorry."

162. Gradation

“I’m serious,” Peter insists. “Whenever I’m around, the universe just won’t let people swear. If you think it’s a swear word, you can’t use it. It’s a curse. I’ll prove it.”

The pig goes to the fridge, and takes something out. “Miles, what delicious delicacy do I have in my hands?”

“Uh...applesauce?”

“Very good! Tall, dark, and breezy, your turn. What’s this?”

“Miles just said it was [bleep].”

The other Spiders blink.

“[Bleep]. [Bleep]. Jumping catfish, what the...[bleep]. [Bleep].”

“I rest my case,” says Peter, walking out of the room. (With his snack, of course.)

But not far enough that he doesn’t hear Noir suddenly roar, “GODDAMN APPLESAUCE!”

“Peter! Language!”

“...sorry.”

This is apparently too much for the other Spiders, who burst out laughing.

Being a cartoon is fun.

163. Similarity

Sometimes, diplomacy is required.

It's nearly midnight, it's probably somewhere in Japan in the mid-19th Century, and there's a spider-demon at the bottom of a crevice near a waterfall. Trying to hide.

Keep away!

It sounds deep and yet surprisingly feminine. It also manages to sound both alluring and deadly while at the same time conveying a terrible panic.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," calls Peni in what she hopes is the right Japanese for the time. (SP//dr's helping to translate and feeding her the words in her head, but it's not always perfect.) "I'm a friend. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Jorōgumo, down in the crevice, stares at her—and then shakes her many-eyed head in puzzlement.

You're…you're like me?

Peni smiles. "Kind of."

Jorōgumo waves her front legs around in confused despair. But…you're not like me. You're human. Nearly.

"Oh! That extra bit is probably from Takara here," she says, patting SP//dr on the leg. "We're SP//dr—that means, well, spider. We're best friends. And you're a jorōgumo, right? A golden orb spider?"

The spider-spirit nods, miserably. I didn't want to be. I still don't.

Peni sighs. "I don't think you have a choice. But it's okay, you're not alone. There's a whole bunch of us. We can help. It's going to be alright."

There's silence from the crevice.

Can you stop it from happening? whispers Jorōgumo. It gets so hungry. I try to only go after bad guys, but…it keeps coming back.

"I don't know," says Peni. "But I'll try. I promise you. Just…come out. It's okay."

There's a pause, and then a scuttling noise. Slowly but surely, the giant golden spider climbs out of the crevice. As it does, it changes into a young woman, wearing a raggedy red kimono with blue and white wave patterns. (It is August, after all.) She looks strangely familiar.

Peni holds out a hand, which the other Spider takes, and pulls her to the surface. It's not so bad a place, this waterfall, in the moonlight.

"My family name is Pākā. Pākā Peni." She beams, and bows.

The girl—she can't be much older than seventeen (or thirty, or seventy-five)—smiles nervously and bows as well.

"Haraka. Haraka Hida."

…well, that she wasn't expecting.

164. Magnetism

“He’s not too bad-looking,” muses Mayday. “You know, for a guy from the 18th Century.”

“He’s also your father,” says Hobie, bluntly. “Sort of.”

“May has a point, he is right comely,” muses Billy.

“...for you, I have no words.”

“Do you think someone should tell him those are replicas?”

“I want to see how long it takes him to find out.”

Peter Pauker, swinging away at what he knows to be automata dressed as pirates but hoping to put on a decent show for his new friends, is having the time of his life.

165. Dybbuk

"You're actually Peter Parker?" asks Olivia in amazement.

The Superior Spider-Man snorts. "Hardly. I merely took over his body and let his consciousness decay in my own dying form. I like to think I'm putting it to good use."

"As…Spider-Man."

"The Superior Spider-Man, thank you very much."

Well, someone’s proud.

"A psychic transfer…" muses Olivia. "Huh. Do you still have the schematics for that device?"

"I might do. But these are fascinating." Spider-Man is poking at her arms. "A fluid-filled polymer with pulses running through to control movement…oh, marvellous." The mask is removed. Peter Parker stares at her work with a peculiar interest that Olivia's only really seen in the mirror. Even Rosie and Carolyn and Luke were more interested in the person their counterpart was, rather than her tech. Not that she’s one to talk, give her science over people most days of the week, it’s just that it’s…

…actually she's not too sure how she feels about this.

"Guess you didn't need yours anymore, huh." She slowly retracts her arms.

"Oh, you'd be surprised,” says her counterpart, not seeming to notice. “I just swapped them out for a more…lightweight model. Not dissimilar to your own. Now," and Peter Parker sits down while Otto Octavius looks up, "what can you tell me about the multiverse?"

166. Crier

“HEAR YE, HEAR YE! THE MASKED DEMON KNOWN AS THE COB HAS ONCE AGAIN STRUCK UPON OUR BELOVED ISLE! TWO INNOCENT THIEVES WERE...innocent thieves, who wrote this garbage?...TWO INNOCENTS FRIGHTENED NEARLY TO DEATH BY THE SPAWN OF SATAN!”

“...wow,” says Mayday. “Old J. Jonah Jameson actually found his niche. Deafened by the sound of his own voice.”

Peter Pauker laughs, and they go back to leaping across the rooftops.

167. Mayfly

Life is measured differently in the ‘30s. Peter is nineteen; that’s old enough to hold a job, be working for several years, be an adult for two. His older counterpart is thirty-eight; by that age, Peter’s half-surprised he doesn’t have kids already. (Only half; Parker luck probably came into play.) Porker is...actually Porker is probably timeless, which is helpful because it marks him as that much less likely to die on the job. And the rest are just...okay, not children, nearly adults, but so small.

Peni sees it differently, he knows. What to him is the insurmountable gap of years she sees the same way as being born in different weeks of the same month. Kid’s basically got three times the lifespan he hopes for, six times the lifespan he expects. To her, they’re all kids.

(And yet she’s working a job deemed too risky for most adults even in her time. At fourteen—she started a year ago, same as him, but was bitten at nine. For him, a child; for her, basically a baby.

Sometimes he wonders whether her uncle, nice as he seems, actually is Doc Ock, only out to torment his own niece instead of the unsuspecting “lessers” of New York in general. He's half-worried that he'll find out her Aunt May looks like another super-villain—and one-eighth-worried that she wouldn't need to.)

168. First

It is Peter Pauker's terrible misfortune to be in his home dimension when a black portal opens in the air, and three figures drop out over the southern shore of Manhattan.

A black-and-white giant, flashes of red lightning crossing its featureless ebony face to make a hideous expression. A white wraith with terrible burning eyes, smallest—human height—and possibly most terrifying. An enormous black spider—no, not a spider, a harvestman.

They land on the nighttime rooftops, barely seeming to touch the surface.

itsnotthesamewithouthimisit

That's the giant's voice. It bypasses the ears and scares the mind into remembering it. It sounds…oddly feminine. And young. And familiar.

noitsnot

imisshimtoo

That's the harvestman, deep voice sinking through to the bone and freezing it solid. And also familiar.

focus

werenotgoingtoletKarnturningtraitorspoilourhunt

besides

weneedourstrength

theOneWorldsarecloserthanever

That's the wraith’s voice. Familiar, and terrifying for it, because Peter's heard that one in his own universe and he doesn't like the implications one little bit.

icansmellit

itsclose

The black one twitches, glitches, and suddenly is looking directly at Peter.

dontplaywithyourfoodtoday

letsjusteatit

The wraith again. She sounds distinctly annoyed.

icalldibs

The giant's lightning-mouth has split apart, revealing a deep red cavern and a deep black tongue.

youalwayscalldibs

The black harvestman is already spinning out a line of thread between its front limbs. It sounds amused.

imagrowingspider

ineedsomethingsweet

There’s no time for banter. Peter has two choices at this point. Make a jump, and try to fight off these monsters on his own. Or take the Gizmo Device and hide in another world. Get help.

He wouldn't be the Cob if he let others get hurt (again) for work he should be doing. The burden of capacity, Uncle Bernhard always called it.

“You dare to come to my world?” he shouts. “Stealing the voice of the woman I love? You are not welcome in this place, foul impersonators!”

The three demons look at him like cats watching a very angry one-legged mouse.

thevoiceofthewomanitloves

ihopeitsnotyouagainJennix

rememberthatlasttime

That’s...that’s Gwyneth’s voice. Twisted and warped, but it’s her.

hahahaaa

iremember

itwassofunny

iloveyouyouknowido

youcanfightit

iknowyourestillinthere

wellofcourseiamsilly

whereelsewouldibe

howdidittasteMorlun

High-pitched and giggly.

likeautumnleavestumblingthroughasilentcity

Rumbling and soft.

betyouthisonetasteslikecowardice

italreadyreeksoffear

theseshadowsgetmoreandmorerealisticeverytime

“Coward? Hah! Better insults have been spluttered by dying rats!”

oohfeisty

Peter draws his sword and revolver, and leaps. The Cob’s special abilities push him hundreds of feet into the sky...

It occurs to him, as he's high in the air, perhaps a split second too late, that perhaps he's still the Cob in spite of never backing away from a fight—

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Can I please request a Julian Albert imagine where reader is on team flash and they are helping Barry . Reader gets injured very bad and Julian does surgery to help save her. While performing the surgery, he finds out she is pregnant and gets excited he is going to be a dad .

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Pairing: Julian Albert x reader

Warnings: Mentions of guns and blood

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You never thought you would get shot. Some people don’t, you imagine. However you worked in a job where you put your life on the line every day in order to help others. You liked helping others but when a sharp hot sting went through your side you never dreamed it would have been a bullet.

You put your hand to your side as you took a glance around you noticing a man dressed in black running out of the coffee shop. Faint screams and shrieking came from people as they hid from the shooter, you couldn’t concentrate on anything once you brought your hand up to your face and saw the dark red blood covering the entirety of your hand. The blood slowly dripped off your hand falling to the floor with a small tap. The tips of your fingers were shining underneath the lights. It didn’t hurt but that was only because of the shock.

‘How was I shot?’

That was your first and only thought before you fainted.

You drift in and out of consciousness, every time seeing a figure looming over you before moving away quickly letting the blinding white lights blind you momentarily but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t seem to stay awake. Every time you began to drift to sleep the irritating sensation of the burn from the bullet disappeared.

“I’m sorry.” you finally were able to mumble. The bullet was burning you from the inside out. You wanted to thrash and scream but you had no strength, the exhaustion you felt was weighing you down.

You weren’t sure why you were apologizing, was it because you knew you were dying? were you dying?

“You have nothing....” the voice began to whisper but it fades quickly as you felt yourself fall back into a deep sleep hoping when you would wake it would all be over.

How much time had passed? was it hours? days? weeks? even months? You had no idea. Time itself felt nonexistent in the state you were in from the bullet that had hit you god knows when. You were confused and scared. You certainly weren’t dead because the moment you came back to consciousness slowly a machine that made sure your heart was still beating was obnoxiously loud in your ears making you grumble. The more you became aware of your surroundings when you finally opened your eyes slowly everything began looking familiar. The voices outside the door became louder and when your eyes were open all the way you noticed you were at star labs and everyone was outside the room talking. No doubt about the state you were in.

You did not want to wait until they came back into the room before you questioned them over what had happened and how long had it been since the shooting because you were going insane not knowing what day it was. They seemed to be in a deep conversation until you pulled the patches off your chest that monitored your heart. You almost laughed when you triggered the rooms alarm since it thought you were flatlining.

The door to the room flew open as Julian rushed to your side. It took him about a minute to realize you were awake the others seemed to be froze to the spot they stood watching you with pure amazement.

“Julian.” you breathe out and his gaze snaps to yours. His mask falling as his eyes search yours with relief and worry. It had felt like an eternity since you saw him and the way he was looking at you right now made you wish his arms were wrapped tightly around you. “Take a picture, I’m sure it will last longer.” your voice was raspy and he laughs trying to blink away the tears that had came to his eyes. You tried to muster the strength to smile but nothing was happened. You felt weak and that did not make you happy.

“Y/n, I am so glad you are awake.” Caitlin says in a soft tone as everyone slowly gathers around your bed welcoming you back. Barry had a grin on his face when he tapped your shoulder.

“You did a number on Julian Y/n. I had never seen him cry so much in my time of knowing him.” Barry teases gently and you chuckle before gasping as a sharp pain shoots through your side. Julian quickly grabs your hand tightly watching you with worried eyes.

“How long has it been?” you ask after the pain began to fade away and Julian pulls a chair close to the bedside so he could sit next to you. Caitlin tilts her head to the side before intertwining her fingers together.

“About a week. The bullet went straight through your appendix which caused a sudden rupture within minutes of you being in our care. We rushed you into surgery as soon as we could and got both your ruptured appendix and the bullet out.” Caitlin says and she glances at Julian who was looking at her confused.

“Julian and I found the guy who shot you, he had apparently mistaken you for a Meta who was an enemy of his.” Barry adds his arms crossed over his chest watching you with a look of sympathy.

“This was not his first shooting either. In New York the same thing happened but unfortunately they had died.” Caitlin continues and you furrow your brows in confusion.

“I take he doesn’t have the best eye sight? shooting everyone who resembles his enemy?” you question finally and Barry laughs shrugging his shoulders.

“It would appear so.”

“While you were out Y/n I did some tests. Made sure everything was how it needed to be except something came back that I was actually not expecting at all.” Caitlin says with a tilt of her head. Barry glances at you with a smirk before he looks over at Caitlin.

“You never told me this Caitlin, what did you find?” Julian questions with a raised eyebrow. Caitlin sends him a pointed look before turning to you with a soft smile.

“I will be outside if you need anything.” Barry says before exiting the room shutting the door softly behind him. You watch Caitlin reach under a desk pulling out a rolled up paper.

“Where is everyone Caitlin?” you question watching her glance up at you unrolling the paper slowly.

“Joe and Iris joined Harry to watch Wally train. We all needed a breather after this stressful week.”

“And Cisco?”

“He is visiting his brother’s grave. This week brought a lot back for him.” She explained softly before taking another small step to your bedside. “It was a close call that day Y/n, we have all been worried sick about you and about... Well, just see for yourself.” she lays the paper in your hand and you glance at Julian and Caitlin nervously before flipping it over.

“What is this?” you question with a raised eyebrow as your eyes look at the blood work Caitlin had took. A beat of silence passed between you three before Julian spoke up.

“What does this mean?” Julian asked confusion written all over his face tilting the paper in his direction to see it better. You took this chance to glance at Caitlin who was watching you both carefully.

“I did some tests while you were out, it is completely normal when a woman who has been sexually active for a while to go through some blood tests. Especially after getting shot close to the uterus.” Caitlin explains and you felt your heart pick up as you look down at the paper again.

“I’m pregnant?” you ask in disbelief staring at the papers that had your blood work results on them.

“About eight or nine weeks. I can’t be sure until I do an ultrasound to see how far along you are.” Caitlin tells both you and Julian. He was being oddly quiet as he sat and stared at the papers. “You will need to see a doctor regularly after your bed rest.”

“My bed rest?”

“A month of bed rest at the very least. Since you have been shot, you are at high risk for a miscarriage with it being so early along and how much your body had to go through during a weeks time but I wouldn’t worry to much. They are a strong one.” she chuckles and you allow yourself to let a small smile grace your lips before looking over at Julian. “I will leave you two alone.” and with that she left the room and Julian turned to you.

“I want to name her Emma after my sister.”

“Her? That’s a little presumptuous, don’t you think?” he grins pressing the back of your hand to his lips.

“What should we name them if they are a boy then, my darling?” you take your fingers across his stubble trying to pull his face closer.

“You are getting ahead of yourself Albert. I only just found out I’m pregnant and I don’t even know what the date is yet.” you laugh and he leans closer parting his lips.

“Sunday, May 8th.” he tells you before pressing his lips to yours. You smile into the kiss finally feeling comfort after being in and out of sleep for far to long. His hand travels lower to your stomach where it stops. “Don’t hurt yourself further.”

“Don’t get soft on me.” you warn teasingly and he chuckles looking down at where his hand laid. When he looked back up at you excitement danced in his eyes. “Are you happy Julian?”

“Happy isn’t even the word for how I’m feeling right now darling.” he responds before rubbing your belly. “I’m fucking elated.” you laugh before you gasp at the pain that shoots through your side. "What did I just say.” he snaps and you smirk weakly.

“Don’t hurt yourself further.” you impersonate him and he rolls his eyes smirking.

“You make me sound very posh Y/n.” and you bite your lip to keep yourself from chuckling.

Everything felt perfect. Well almost perfect.

FIN

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