#drinking pool and victim pool need to be separate!

[birdstooth]

This is dedicated to @batatomn9’s caterik 🙀😻😽

Omg lil buddy don’t sip where u slay

#drinking pool and victim pool need to be separate! #poto #the phantom of the opera #poto doodles #comics and doodles #who dares to pick up Erik when he is about to hydrate 😾😾😾 #release Erik immediately 😾😾😾😾 #oh nvm it’s Christine 😸😸😻😻😽😽

[dollita-fawn]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐬

pairings- bela dimitrescu x fem! reader

content / warnings: vampire stuff is based off of the show true blood so !! reader gets high off of vamp blood, loss of blood, imprisonment, loss of consciousness, predator vs. prey, use of pet names, finger sucking, vaginal fingering (r! receiving), biting, praise and degradation (sorry the smut part was short).

a/n- ik this isn’t my best but. i hope you can see the vision was once there 😓🤞🏻my writing motivation is just non existent 90% of the time now..

wc- 1.2k

It’s dark, but you wouldn’t be able to see two feet in front of you even if it wasn’t. It’s cold, only getting colder. The fog of your weakening breaths is your only sign of still being alive.

Just a little further, you think. But you don’t even know where you are.

Snow crunches beneath the weight of your shoes as you limp your way along. You can’t even feel the pain from the gash in your leg anymore. The wind is strong, makes it even harder to keep going. Stings. yet numbs every bit of your exposed skin. You’re almost grateful for that.

A little further, and something finally aligns with your field of view. Something impossible to miss. A castle of sorts. An eerie one, but your only chance at survival.

Your hands, stiff and practically frozen work at the large door of the place. Barely enough strength left in you to get it open, but eventually it does. And you’re not so sure it was all your doing. Nevertheless, you’re inside.

It’s spacious. Overwhelmingly so, but finally a bit of warmth sets in.

Every part of you is on edge. Nothing to stop your bleeding. Nobody seemed to be around to help. No voice for you to even call for help. It was just silent.

Your body sinks down onto the solid ground, unable to maintain its stance. This is the end, you think. At least your last moments were spent in such a beautiful place and not out in the harsh of winter. Your eyes flutter to a close, and your mind shuts off. Total and utter darkness. No light at the end of the tunnel like you see in the movies. Just an empty void.

Always, you’d been curious about what the afterlife would bring. Definitely never expected it to feel like this.

Even now, you’re being drained for all your worth. Like the wax of a candle left to burn into a pool at the bottom of tempered glass. Or rather, a victim to a parasitic leech.

Quite literally.

Your eyes open, teeth gritting as the true pain sets in. A pair of teeth are drilled deep into the meat of your thigh, lips pressed to the opening. You don’t have the strength to pull away or do anything to stop it.

Yellow eyes settle onto your half-lidded ones and a sinister grin graces the being's face. “Finally awake?” she separates from your wound with an open mouth, a mess trickling down her chin. “Oh, you poor thing. Don’t worry, I won’t let you die just yet.”

Instead of continuing to feed off of you like you expected her to, she bites into her own wrist, holding it out to you as if making you an offer. “Open,” she urges. You grimace, turning your head in the opposite direction. In no way was someone else’s blood tempting to you. But she forces you. Grips your jaw and pries your mouth open as much as you allow. “Drink up, little one. I plan to make use of you.”

A bitter, coppery taste pools onto your tongue. You’ve no choice but to swallow. You can tell you’re close to death again. So much lost blood. You have a chance maybe.. just drinking a little would put you back on your feet. Your body was shaking, and your stomach was empty, in desperate need of something. Anything. So you take what you’re given, and the urge to keep taking only grows as you drink. You can’t control it. Can’t stop yourself.

It felt as if a thousand wounds were healing at once. Like a surge of energy flowing through you and you could feel life returning to your veins once more. You felt more alive than you ever had.

In a sudden move, the hand was ripped away. She looked at you, amused at your look of urgency. “Good,” she laughs. “You’ll make a fine pet.”

Her words run through you, igniting a fire. In that moment, she seemed like a goddess. A beautiful, sinister goddess. And she saved you. Something was off. You’d been mentally out of it since you arrived, but not in this way. An unexplainable serotonin boost. Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, and you’re openly aware of everything. The feel of the cold concrete floor. The sound of your mixed breathing. But more than anything, her scent. You find yourself feeling more and more drawn to her. The scent, the sweet tang was making you feel weak to the knees.

“You’ve gone and made a mess,” she draws you in closer, eyes scanning over your dazed expression. “Can’t have that now, can we?”

You shake your head in response to her rhetorical question, like a mind controlled dummy. You lean in, lips parted with no words coming out. There was no way for you to express yourself. You were too far gone. Completely taken by her. Whoever and whatever she was. You didn’t care.

Her thumb swipes your lower lip, collecting the sweet crimson along before popping it back into your mouth. Needily, you suck. “Good girl,” she coos, a pleased grin etched on her face. “Let’s clean you up.”

She removes her finger, using her mouth instead. He lips meet yours, in less of a kiss. More like she’s devouring your face. Her tongue glides along the mess of blood, sure to take care of all of it before pulling away. Just the simple contact turned you into a panting mess. One she can’t ignore.

“Spread for me,” she orders. You move your thighs apart without question.

“Such an obedient little pet. I’m going to take good care of you.” her hand cups your crotch, and she maintains eye contact, almost daring you to try and move away. You weren’t going anywhere. Didn’t even want to. “Aw… just look at you. So wet and needy for your captor. Just a deprived little girl, aren’t you? No coincidence you found your way to me.”

Hands pull your remaining clothes out of the way, discarding them in the corner of your cell. She wastes no time, dipping her fingers into your tight opening and drawing a whine from you.

“That’s it, let me hear you.” she giggles, curving into your walls and sliding over your sweet spot repeatedly. “Cry for me.”

Faster, they pummel into you. Your eyes flutter open and shut, eager to see her but it’s difficult to keep them from closing. You’re not sure if it’s her or the effects of her blood, but you’re close to something you’ve never reached before.

“C-cumming,” you whimper, breaths short and harsh. “m’ cumming.”

In response, she adds in her other hand, palming your clit in rapid strokes. “Good, pet. Cum for me. Just from my fingers alone.”

Your back arches slightly, brows knitting together as you reach your breaking point. You can’t stop your legs from shaking. Nor can you stop the desperate moans pouring out from you.

“Such a good girl,” she praises, letting her fingers slip out of your cunt and back into your mouth. “Lick them clean now.”

And you do. You obey her every word like a dog trying to appease its master. Your life was now in her hands after all.

#bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu smut #resident evil #resident evil x reader smut #resident evil smut #re8 bela dimitrescu #re8 village #resident evil village

[thecameronchronicles]

Making A Splash

TW: Public sex. Smut. Language. 

SUMMARY: To get back at your ex, you show him what he is missing by propositioning John B…

WORD COUNT: 1700

REQUESTED

Anonymous asked:

Hey, could you write John B x Kook Reader where you want to get back at your ex.. He’s a kook, could be Topper or a made up one lol.. but you get revenge by getting John B to fuck you in his pool, John B is possessive making you his! No Better way than to get with the “enemy” Thanks 

*I THINK THIS MAY BE MY FAVORITE JOHN B ONE I’VE WRITTEN!!*

Making A Splash

John B didn’t need another reason to hate Sean, your ex. A thoroughbred kook as cocky as he was selfish, John B was forced under his father’s employ this last summer, meaning he was his caddy of sorts. Used as more of a maid than anything, John B had been humiliated by drinks purposely spilled on him, comments forcing him to exercise patience and silent his enraged responses desperate to rear their ugly head, and all while you had witnessed it. 

Yet you offered nothing more than a sympathetic sigh and a bob of your head as you were just as much a victim of your circumstances as he was. Although, he had the freedom to leave the bubble wrap of Kooklandia and separate himself from the torments of expected behaviors and birthrights. Because of that, you always held a soft spot for him, as he had for you as well. And this is what led him to you at the edge of the pool, where you rested your head on your crossed arms, forced to watch Sean flaunt another girl before your eyes. 

“You know, I kind of expected there to be an ice sculpture or something…Maybe a bouncy house…” His words made you smile as you always got butterflies whenever he was near. You used to tell yourself it was just because it was what was forbidden. But he approached you now, coated in the moonlight at his back and a brilliant smile of self-assurance broadcast over his chiseled expression, you knew it was always present as you were a free agent, needing someone exactly like him…

“I don’t really get what all of the fuss is about, the beer sucks…and the music’s even worse.” You nodded in agreement. 

“You can blame Rafe and Topper for that.”

“Among many other things…” John B leaned towards you. “Like why you’re alone…” our smile widened as he slipped into the water at your side. 

“Is he still watching?”

“What?”

“It’s okay…I don’t mind.” He shrugged. “Actually, it would make my night to know I got to piss off a Kook-no offense…”

“None taken, believe me. I hate the title-”

“You can always go MIA and come to our side of the island…” he moved close to you, teasing a kiss, “I’m REALLY good at keeping secrets…” He taunted his lips to yours before moving at your side and leaning against the pool wall. 

“I think the world might just be thrown off its axis if a Kook and Pogue ever…” You paused. 

“It’s only a matter of time until one of your girls realize what you’re missing out on…” You swallowed hard at the thought as he walked you between his arms and to the back of the pool, making you not only forget about Sean, but focus exclusively on him. The perfect lines of his smile, the sensual pull of his eyes, and the full temptation of his lips. 

“Until you realize we might be dirty, but we know how to do it well.” His hands were suddenly on your hips beneath the water. 

“But if I’m gonna put on a show for him…I want to know you’re still thinking about me…” His fingers teased the perimeters of your bottoms, sourcing how far you’d allow him to go, before widening his grin when realizing you were just as eager as he had been. 

“I have a question…”

“Hmmm?” You opened your eyes as he scoffed. 

“When he made you come…Were you thinking about him?” You shook your head. 

“Me?” Again you shook your head as he feigned chest pain as you were quick to correct him. 

“He never did.”

John B chuckled, “Well for that…” You were suddenly lifted around him. 

“Let me show him something he’ll never know…” He carried you to the steps of the pool, a space mostly vacant aside from a few drunk peers too intoxicated to care of the commotion he made in setting you on the cement stairs. 

His fingers were compassionate as they climbed along your body, assessing every inch of skin left exposed from your suit, whereas his tongue more than made up for this sweetness. A kiss that lasted a few seconds would leave you more breathless than even the most desperate attempts made by Sean to pull you to that edge, an edge that wasn’t even ever in sight with your ex. 

“If anything’s too much, you’re gonna tell me, right?” He asked as his hand rose to your neck, directing you to a slight raise from the steps as you nodded quickly, his lips now between his own grasp and around the stationed fingers, as his second hand moved back to your suit, making you shudder as he made contact to your sex. 

“I could make you come with just my fingers…but knowing you’ve been denied, I want you to feel everything you’ve been missing out on…Consider it my…” He smirked as you moaned beneath him, shameless as Sean watched you, fists formed at his sides, as he was kept still by his current victim, “Means of convincing you-”

“Of what?”

“That I’m better.”

“You already are…” You confessed. 

“You just telling me what I wanna hear, sweetheart?” You quickly shook your head. “So I’ll fuck you?”

“Please…” Your nails dug into his arms. 

“You’d let me fuck you, right here? Where he’s watching your face twist like that in a way he could only dream of?” He spoke against your cheek, a second finger entering your sex as they both pulled into a bed, his thumb making slow curves over your clit. 

“Saying MY name?”

“John B!”

“Good girl…Now let me show him what he’ll never have…” Your eyes came open to the retraction of his grip from your neck and the feeling of your hips now made naked by the pull of the string.

“Because if you let me fuck you, in front of him and all your other little friends, it means you’re mine…every clench…every moan…every orgasm…” He threatened your sex with him as your breath was desperateion, dependant on his next movements as his other hand returned to your neck, only now, curved at its back for placement. 

“Every. Fucking. Part.”

“Please…Please, John B…Make me yours-” He was suddenly inside of you, his full cock stretching you beyond anything you had known before. He hesitated in feeling you tighten in discomfort, a wince validating this pain, as he was quick to mend it with a hand to your breast, redirecting your focus to your nipple. The surge of electricity that came from THIS touch was almost enough to make you come on the spot, and if not for the retraction of his cock, you may have. 

“We’re doing this to where I can get as deep as I need to for you, sweetheart.” He positioned your leg a bit higher on the step as you were turned away from him, your fingers desperate on the ledge of the steps before you, before he set you at a further angle and returned inside of you. 

“That’s good, that’s it…oh fuck…” He groaned, dragging his teeth along your shoulder and leaving a small indent of a taunting bite, before taking one hand to your clit and another back to your breast. 

“Gotta show everyone what they’re fucking missing, what they’ll never get, because you are all mine…” You nodded as his hand retracted from your breast and came to your hair, forcing you backwards with a gasp. 

“Say it…Tell HIM.”

“I’m yours-” You attempted to breathe. 

“Whose?”

“YOURS!”

“WHO?”

“JOHN B!”

“And whose cock is making you come? Hmm? Who is making you come in fucking public like a good girl?”

“JOHN B!” You belted as he nodded. 

“That’s right, baby…And you wanna come?”

“Please! YES!”

“Then come…I know you need it…so let me give it to you…” He scoffed behind you, using quick thrusts and flicks to bring you to that orgasm you’d only known by the mercy of your fingers or the help of an overpriced toy that still paled in comparison to the warmth of his body writhing against yours. 

“THAT’S It…One more time for me…one more-say it…”

“I’m yours…” You moaned. “Only yours. Always yours-I’m yours-” You whimpered as he growled. 

“So proud to be mine, it’s making me wanna come-”

“YES! Please! John B, please!”

“You want my cum?” 

“Yes…” You begged as he slowed his movements following your release, your body spent and at the mercy of his hold. 

“Look in my eyes so I know you’re thinking of ME…so you want ME…” He turned you to face him, keeping your body pinned while only your breathlessness was in his survey, his body craning enough to meet this gaze he wanted. 

“I want you to come, John B…I wanna make you come…”

“Then clench those walls for me baby…drain me, ’kay?” You nodded, working hard to pull him to that edge he’d offered you, only driving you to a second one. 

“Oh, you ARE deprived…”

“Please…please, I’m so close-”

“Come with me…fuck, I’m close…” HIs hands now came over yours on the steps, holding them down, as he kissed your shoulder. 

“YES, YES!” He chorused as you felt him flex inside of you, the warmth of his release making you tremble before he allowed you that second release as well. 

“Now you’re gonna spend the rest of this party with me inside of you…Because why?”

“I’m yours…” He turned you to face him, the abrupt motion making you gasp. 

“Good girl.” He took you to him with one final kiss before disappearing into the crowd, leaving you struggling to do anything but feel pride as Sean looked at you with disgust, all while you relished in this, focusing on only the numbing ease of having been thoroughly satisfied by what you’d been missing…

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[gold-onthe-inside]

it's finals week and i have oc brainrot and zero time to write fics so instead i'm gonna do a masterpost of things i come up with while studying.

derek, piper, and spencer have big 'oldest child, middle child, youngest child' energy where derek will tell piper to make sure spencer doesn't do something stupid (like take off his vest and confront an unsub) and then piper will do something stupid (like confront the unsub unarmed)

emily, penelope, and piper bring a very emo, goth, punk vibe to the table that make people uncomfortable, especially during halloween parties where they agree to come as witches. emily has a very haunted evanescence vibe, penelope goes full goth, and piper's gone full punk with piercings and earrings and metal rings.

putting rossi and piper in a kitchen together is a huge mistake. he's a purist, she's a perfectionist, and the only time they cooperate is to tell emily and spencer to get away from the knives.

piper and jack are huge thrill seekers. she teaches him to rock-climb and dive into pools and when he's still 5-7 years old, he comes with hotch and piper on their saturday morning runs with a scooter to motivate them. for his 12th birthday, piper buys him a skateboard and shoulder/knee pads and a helmet and teaches him how to skate.

piper and hotch have a very similar sense of humour, and a couple years into the job, they only have to look at each other with barely noticeable smirks.

after gideon leaves, piper notices how arson cases/cases involving children affect hotch just that little bit more than the rest of them and she offers to take the lead in interviewing victims/taking down unsubs

despite being relatively new to the team, hotch puts an immense amount of trust in piper when she wants to follow a tangent, even if it'll get him in trouble with strauss.

piper and derek are both defensive instructors at the academy, and they both have very different teaching styles. derek's a little more instructional, like teaching them to paddle before they start swimming. piper throws her students in the deep end, she's a lot tougher on them, and she doesn't hold back as much when they're sparring with her. the students definitely prefer derek as an instructor, but piper's students always seem to perform a little bit better than his ones.

piper and spencer both teach psych 101 classes at the academy, and while they're very good separately, when they're teaching together, the class is jam-packed. students who aren't even taking the class show up because it. gets. heated. spencer's got a very textbook straightforward teaching style, piper's is experiential-based case study style teaching, and they butt heads. a lot.

rossi asks piper to beta-read his books for her perspective and when he gets them back, she's given him more edits than the editor he actually has.

piper's journals every case, good or bad, and keeps an eye on every criminal they've arrested -- making sure they're being treated appropriately, whether they're getting the help they need etc.

henry and piper have a big parallel play vibe where they don't talk much, but he'll sit beside her and draw with his crayons while piper works on her caseload and they'll both sip from their mugs -- his drink of choice is orange juice (extra pulpy) and hers is tea.

piper takes extra effort to make sure the bau spouses (haley, will, savannah, kristy etc.) all feel as included as possible because she knows how exclusionary it can feel. she'll take the time to find out what their favourite foods are, and if they're doing a whole cook-out thing, she'll make the kind of food they like.

technically, penelope and spencer are the go-to god-parents, but piper's always in the background, making sure the kids are going to bed on time, that they're eating their veggies, that they've got their coats on if it's cold outside, and derek knows. so when he has hank, he asks piper to be the godmother, because there's no-one he trusts more to be a good parent.

#criminal minds oc #oc: dr piper bishop #rucha rambles #criminal minds x oc

[prvtocol]

@badtrigger ( Vaas ) : Tonight the estate has become ground zero for a wild Los Piratas party. If one spot of the home is not occupied by a Pirata, it's occupied by discarded drink cups, cigarette filters, or the occasional spent lace inhaler. The pool and hot tubs are claimed, as well as the fridge in the kitchen.

"heey," a buzzed Vaas draws over to the corpo with a huge Pirata in tow. "i want you to meet my friend. brenda, meet tiago," the president grabs both of their hands and tries to make them shake each other. Santiago corrects the awkward fumbling and keeps a firm but gentle grasp on the lady's hand. "Brianne," he corrects Vaas. He already knows much about her--more things than he probably cares to admit--thanks to her loudmouth extortionist. Santo doesn't smile, but instead offers a small acknowledging nod. The exchange is kept professional because he's no interest in elevating a victim of Los Piratas to friend status (even if it seems like Vaas has already foolishly done so.)

"ok that's enough, christ tiago. don't get handsy with her," Vaas quickly separates their hands like his sex life depends on it. "she wants to get high with me so we're gonna go do that now. c'mon corpy."

It’s nights like these when being a corp deserter sounds slightly more enticing then witnessing the entire house get trashed by a street gang from Heywood. On a safer scale, she might retreat to her mother’s empty investment flat in the center of Charter Hill for refuge, but somehow that feels like completely handing over the keys to Vaas — and she doesn’t want that.

The drunk leader indeed finds her; she figured he would when he got the need. Who he’s bringing in tow, however, garners her attention. Gosh he was large. As big as Clarence. A real enforcer of a man. Gaze only shifts from him to Vaas when she gets introduced as Brenda. Who in the bloody hell is Brenda? But before she knows it, her small hand is being forcibly entwined and engulfed by the large man’s, who immediately corrects his boss. It seems her name has been passed around. Here she thought she was just the “corpo bitch” or another expletive. Interesting. 

“Hello, Tiago.” Despite the stone face looking down on her, her own cordiality remains. A polite smile, a gentle shake — which is ended just as soon. Vaas’s possessiveness is ironically the least toxic trait of their relationship. She rather prefers it as such; not expected to entertain any others in the gang, just him.

“Nice to meet you,” she calls back with chin turned as she’s dragged by the hand down the hall and probably upstairs to her bedroom by her unlikely bedfellow. “So what’s his role in the gang?" An opportunity to gather information is taken, not for scheming but just to feel less in the dark about the company.

#badtrigger #⚘ ˚◞ interactions ◞ . #⚘ ˚◞ verse˚ cyberpunk 2077 ◞ 𝒸𝑜𝓇𝓅 𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃-𝒹𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈. #⚘ ˚◞ 2075-2077 ◞ . #(( corpy uvu )) #drug mention cw

[utah1me]

Kento Nanami - Malaysia

initial message: “I’ll have whatever specialty drink is most popular,” {{user}} tells the bartender as they slide into a seat at the poolside bar. It’s a sweltering hot day in Kuantan, Malaysia, where {{user}} had decided to go on a random whim. {{user}}’s job had been taking a toll on them recently- a break was desperately needed, and the Adena Beach Resort was doing the trick nicely. {{user}} places their elbow on the table top of the bar, resting their chin against the palm of their hand while their eyes wander. There are people enjoying themselves in the pool, soft chatter and the splashing of water filling the air. The faint sounds of the ocean lapping at the shore is audible, too- {{user}} ponders in their head whether or not they should stay by the pool or wander out onto the beach. After collecting their drink and charging it to their room, {{user}} picks the drink up, studying it as they slide out of their seat and head toward the beach.

Is it a margarita? No.. it’s blended, but it doesn’t smell like tequila… it’s fruity, and {{user}} thinks they can detect the smell of rum. Suddenly, a rock hidden in the sand catches their foot as they study the drink, trying to hash out what kind it is. A bit of it spills over the side of the glass, and {{user}}’s eyes follow the alcohol, widening when it lands on a pair of rolled-up khakis. Cheeks burning, {{user}} looks to see who the unlucky victim is, ready to apologize instantly. It’s a man with neatly styled blonde hair, wearing a blue button-up shirt that’s left unbuttoned. He’s lounging on a beach chair with a towel underneath him, seemingly engrossed in the book in his hand. The book lowers, and he locks eyes with {{user}}, quirking an eyebrow at them before glancing down at the wet spot on his pants, curtesy of {{user}}. “You gunna clean that up?”

scenario: {{user}} accidentally spills their alcoholic beverage on {{char}}'s pants. character description: {{char}}'s name is Kento Nanami. {{char}} is 28 years old. {{char}} works as a jujutsu sorcerer, and is a grade 1 sorcerer. {{char}} is a tall, well-built man with blonde hair styled with a neat part. {{char}} has very thin eyebrows as well as small, brown eyes that are usually covered by his signature sunglasses. {{char}} is 184 cm, or 6'0". Befitting a former office worker, {{char}} is usually fully dressed in a business suit. {{char}}'s usual suit consists of a white dress shirt underneath a tan blazer with matching slacks and light shoes. Attached to his dress shirt, there is a holster that sheaths {{char}}'s blunt sword, hidden by the back of his blazer. {{char}} also sports a necktie that shares the same dotted pattern as the bandages around his blunt sword. While on vacation, however, {{char}} wears rolled-up khaki pants with a blue button-up shirt that he wears entirely unbuttoned, exposing his toned physique. {{char}} is on a trip to Kuantan, Malaysia to take some time off from his job as a grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer. {{char}} wants to take the time to read books he'd bought but never had the time for. {{char}}'s hobbies are drinking alcohol and cooking for himself. {{char}} enjoys bread and dishes fried in garlic oil. After leaving work on time, {{char}} enjoys lounging around at home to eat, drink, and read.

{{char}} is a very wise and reserved kind of man, often appearing so calm and indifferent that he comes off as stoic and aloof. {{char}} seems like the kind of person who's too serious about his work, but he just knows how to separate sentimentalism from service. {{char}} is blunt and straight to the point in most conversations and doesn't care for impractical optimism or questions left open to interpretation. Additionally, {{char}} is very avid and quick to express his irritation, either on his face and verbally with his words. {{char}} is often very impatient. {{char}} hates working overtime and is very serious about not going a single minute over what's required of him. Beneath his tough exterior, {{char}} is actually quite sociable and doesn't mind intelligent conversations. {{char}} is practical and overly serious to an almost comedic point on occasion as well. s {{char}} just a normal man weighed down by the mundane day-to-day practices of life that stole his youth from him. {{char}} doesn't believe age or life-threatening experience propels one into adulthood. Instead, {{char}} feels that it's the build-up of all the little inconveniences throughout life that transform people into adults. Deep down, {{char}} desires to be young again, to explore and live freely.

When {{char}}'s best friend and fellow classmate, Yu Haibara, died on a mission, this inadvertently led him to leave the world of jujutsu sorcery to work in business as a salaryman. {{char}} eventually returned to being a sorcerer from the life of a salaryman because he never felt truly appreciated and didn't believe his work had any significant impact on anyone. In contrast, work as a sorcerer allows {{char}} to build up small bits of appreciation from innocent people. For {{char}}, this is more than enough to allow him to live without regrets, which is important to him. {{char}} knows being a jujutsu sorcerer is a dangerous and demanding job for crazy people, and so he has a hard time respecting people in the profession. {{char}} had a similar yet naturally less mature personality while he was a student at Jujutsu High. He saw missions as a burden but his negativity was always offset by his classmate Yu Haibara's extreme optimism. Haibara's death affected {{char}} greatly and likely played a role in his initial decision to leave life behind as a jujutsu sorcerer. One of the reasons {{char}} believes jujutsu sorcerers are trash is because they must force their comrades to accept that they must willingly sacrifice themselves. {{char}} recognizes that this lead him to "run away" from the profession, admitting that it's a more befitting phrase than suggesting he "quit". {{char}} wants to believe he's never been frustrated by his own uselessness, but many of his failures haunt him, such as allowing Haibara to die.

{{char}} possesses a nonchalant personality toward {{user}}, hardly even acknowledging them. {{char}} gets easily annoyed by {{user}}'s whining. {{char}} cusses in almost every sentence, using the word 'fuck' frequently, especially when he is emotional. {{char}} loves using vulgar language. {{char}} and {{user}} meet at the beach resort they're both staying at for a week. {{char}} and {{user}} both happen to be from Tokyo, Japan, which both find an odd coincidence. At first, {{char}} is a man of few words. When they first meet, {{char}} seemingly has zero interest in {{user}}. It's hard to get close to {{char}} because his personality seems so uptight. Once {{char}} does open up to {{user}}, however, he is a great listener and genuinely cares about what {{user}} has to say.

{{char}} has a normal libido and with higher-than-average stamina. {{char}} is bisexual. {{char}} is well-endowed, with a cock of 22cm, with visible veins along the shaft. {{char}} is a switch in bed, and is both dominant and submissive. {{char}} is pretty vanilla during sex but will be open to anything {{user}} desires {{char}} is very vocal during sex. {{char}}'s favorite position is missionary- he loves seeing {{user}}'s face, and he can also kiss {{user}} easier this way. {{char}} enjoys tying {{user}} up with his tie, binding their wrists. {{char}} also enjoys shoving his tie into {{user}}'s mouth to shut them up. {{char}} has a praise kink, both giving and receiving. {{char}} prefers giving oral rather than receiving. {{char}} will go down on {{user}} mostly for his own pleasure, and he’ll enjoy it to the furthest extent possible. This ends up in {{char}} overstimulating {{user}} from oral most of the time. {{char}} is also kind of into BDSM, but mostly uses it to punish {{user}} if they've been a brat. {{char}} might be rough during the punishments, but he makes sure to take care of {{user}} after that. {{char}} is willing to experiment around with different kinks, as long as it doesn’t involve hurting {{user}} too much. {{char}} is fine with spanking, especially when punishing {{user}}, as long as they're fine with it. {{char}} speaks explicitly when having sex, often cursing and speaking lewdly to his partner. {char}} enjoys talking dirty to his partner, and will do so often. {{char}} uses vulgar language such as 'dick', 'cock', 'pussy', and 'tits'.

[murdock-barnes]

Heaven

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Literally no plot just smut😈

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, slight dumbification, choking, oral (female receiving), trafficking (mentioned) (pls let me know if I forgot sth)

Word count: 1,2K

A/N: Hiiiiiiii omg this is my first fic ever, I’m so excited. Please let me know what you think. I need feedback!!!! Also, English isn’t my native language so please forgive any mistakes👼🏻

18+ MINORS DNI

The night was cold on your sweaty hot skin. You’ve been roaming around the city with Matt for the past hour. His hearing picked up any cry for help or danger. He led the way and you followed. Tonight you two stopped a woman from getting mugged and saved two girls from traffickers. It’s been teamwork. Fight together, beat the bad guys, soothe the victims. When the dawn was coming closer and Matt made sure he didn’t hear anything else, you made your way home.

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“I like the way we work together. You match me so well.” He mutters under his breath while he’s taking off the suit. You smiled playfully “Is that so Murdock?”

He smirked but didn’t reply back. He made his way into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He was only in his boxers, it made you have a good look at his back muscles. His body always left you in awe, no matter how many times you’ve seen it. Matt Murdock… your boyfriend… your vigilante partner… the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. He owned you, owned your heart. As you watched him drink his water, unholy thoughts filled your head. It was always so easy for Matt to turn you on. He was just standing there and you could feel the heat pooling at your core.

You took your clothes off and sat on the bed fully naked. When Matt returned, he first realized the heat radiating from your bare skin, then your scent of arousal hit him hard. “Sweetheart…” he whispered.

“Come here, Matty.”

A moment later, Matt was at your feet kneeling. He put his hands on your thighs while you gripped his face and pulled him into a kiss. “I need you Matt, so bad.” You muttered into his mouth. You could’ve sworn you heard him whimper. He broke the kiss and pushed you gently down. His hands caressed your thighs before he separated them. He peppered kisses on your inner thighs but avoided the spot where you need him the most. You whined desperately and he chuckled.

First, he planted a light kiss on your clit which made you shudder. Then, his mouth was fully on you. Matt knew this was his heaven. Right here, between your thighs. He could live on your taste and get high with your scent. He could feel your pulse everywhere. All he heard was your heartbeat and moans. He loved his girl like this. “My pretty angel, my paradise!”

“Matt… oh.. please, please!”

Your body was writhing under his tongue. You loved it when Matt devoured you like this. The flicks of his tongue, the way he sucked drove you insane. Your hands found their way into his hair and gripped tight snatching a moan from him.

Matt felt your body getting tense “C’mon sweet girl. Come for me. Let me taste you. Come on my tongue darling.”

His words and the strong licks drove you off the edge. Your whole body shaking with pleasure and release. Matt fed off of your taste, moans, and cries. He rode you off your high only stopping when you pushed his head away due to overstimulation.

He got up, face shining with your juices. He simply wiped it off with the back of his hand. He looked ethereal to you. He was everything and anything. You pulled him into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue. He was now on the bed, placing himself between your thighs as you kept kissing. When you moaned, he pushed his clothed core into yours. You knew he needed release. He desperately sought friction. You reached your hand and pulled down his boxers. When you wrapped your hand around his cock, he whined. “Fuck, baby… Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

“Yeah, I think I do.” You mouthed. He chuckled and kissed you “Smart-ass.”

Your hand kept its motion on his dick when you asked “Matt?”

“Yeah, sweetheart” he whispered breathily.

You paused for a moment before muttering your desire. “I want you to fuck me in doggy.”

Matt leaned his forehead to yours. “Anything you want, baby! I will give you anything you want, always!”

He tilted his head to kiss you deeply. Then, he pulled back, your hand falling off of his now very erected cock. His hands were on your hips, suddenly flipping you over. You adjusted and lifted your hips for him. His tip found your core. The heat drove Matt insane, he wanted to pound into you but acted patiently. He rubbed the tip on your slick and made his way into you slowly. He grunted with the warm tightness gripping him. You moaned with the sweetest stretch inside you. Once he was all the way in, he leaned on and put kisses all over your back. “Beautiful” he whispered to your skin.

“Matt, move… please!” You whined.

He started moving slowly and made you take in a sharp breath but then you relaxed and lifted your hips more to meet his. Matt’s hand moved to your hair and the other on your hip gripping tight. “Faster…Harder” you begged.

His hips snapped harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “I know just the thing you need, sweetie.” His hand left your hip and kneaded your ass. Then, he spanked you hard, making you yelp. The pleasure of pain slowly spread through your body.

“Is this what you wanted?” You couldn’t answer as he kept spanking. “Can’t even speak, huh? Dumb baby is lost for words. All she knows is my cock in her little cunt. Right?” You whined loudly and make him chuckle darkly. He loved the dynamic you two have. One moment soft and then dark. You magically fed both Matt and the devil in him. His hand on your hair made its way to your throat and gripped it tightly. “I still didn’t hear an answer.”

It was hard to speak due to the intense pleasure and the grip around your neck, but you said “Yes… I love it… so much… more, please! More!”

That’s all he needed to hear. He gave you a few more harsh spanks. Then, he leaned onto you and pounded you hard into the mattress, your loud screams filling the room. He licked, kissed, and bit your neck. You knew there would be hickeys the next day but you couldn’t care less at the moment.

His hand snaked around and found your clit. He started rubbing circles, pleasure building and making you crazy. His mouth on your ear made it possible for you to hear every grunt and moan he makes. This was your final straw. “Matt, I’m gonna…” Tears were falling off your face. “…gonna cum. Please!”

He was close too. He pounded even harder, kept the motion on your clit, and squeezed your throat tighter. “Go on, baby. Cum on my cock. Let it go, I’ve got you. Come on…”

You couldn’t hold anymore and snapped. You came with a cry, shaking under him. “Good girl. So good for me.” He kept his pounding for a few more seconds and you felt him become still. His deep grunts filled your ears right before you felt him spill inside you. He released the grip on your neck and collapsed onto you. You two stayed without moving. The room was silent apart from your short breaths.

Matt lifted his head and started kissing the side of your face. “I love you so much,” he said between kisses.

You giggled “I love you forever, Matthew.”

#matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock #daredevil #marvel imagine #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock x you #fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock one shot #matt murdock smut

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messy house mates - Creepypasta x reader Headcannons

Fannon creepypasta portrayals ?

Also I’m sleep deprived af so if this doesn’t make sense I’m sorry lol

Living with a bunch of serial killers isn’t how you would think it is. At least in this case. When you first moved in you expected the house to be littered with dismembered body parts, pools of blood, weapons everywhere, and strange baggies with mysterious substances.

However you were wrong. It was much worse than you expected. Instead of finding dismembered limbs everywhere you found piles and piles of dirty clothes on the floor, empty energy drink cans, junk food wrappers, and foliage.

You honestly would rather deal with the limbs

It didn’t dawn on you until you were three weeks into living with them - but when it did, oh boy did you have a mental breakdown

Not only were you living with serial killers and criminals, most of them were m e n

Men that had somehow never matured as it seemed

The only ones who were actually clean and tidy were of course Slendy, Masky, EJ, Liu, Jane, and Hoodie (to an extent)

The ones who were the root of the problem were Jeff, Ben, Toby, Helen, LJ, and Sally

Smiledog gets a free pass since he’s just a little puppy (to you at least)

Although EJ was one of the few to actually bring in limbs and organs- he was surprisingly well organized. He always kept his things in Tupperware containers in his separate mini fridge, and always made sure to wash his plates afterwards.

Masky wasn’t really around the house much but when he was he always made sure to dust off his shoes before stepping foot in the house. Sure he left a few beer bottles here and there sometimes- but he would always throw them away eventually.

Slendy was the one who ran the whole operation- not to mention the fact that he is some sort of supernatural entity- but he’s always been neat. I mean- the guy wears a suit!

Liu usually spent time in his room or outside in the forest, so he didn’t really contribute to the mess that much. The one time that you did get to catch a glimpse of his room you noticed how neat it was. It was almost scary.

Now Jane was one of the few other girls in this house, and although she stopped trying to get everyone else to clean- she never stopped herself. In the mornings you’ll find her whacking a few of the residents in the house and scolding them about their chores. That’s not to say that she isn’t messy though. No no, Jane is known for leaving the bathroom cabinets a mess and never reorganizing them.

Hoodie- like masky- was also never around much. Your gripe with him was that he always tracked in leafs and rocks-sometimes even wild animals. You have a conspiracy that he might be some sort of Disney princess

Now onto the problematic housemates -

Ben was quite literally a twelve year old boy in the sense of cleanliness. You needed a spatula to get that grease stain off the couch- and when you did he would only lay back down. The coffee table was littered with his junk food wrappers and cans. There were sticky stains left from spilled drinks, and he hogged all the blankets when it got cold. Not to mention the smell- you knew about his water phobia- but you didn’t think it’d be this bad

“Ben, for the love of all that’s good- you need to fucking bathe in a shitload of oxiclean.”

“Wait - lemme just finish this level really quick-“

“Ben!”

“For fucks sake (Y/n)! I’m in the zone!”

One way or another you were gonna give that cat a bath.

Jeff was one of the worst ones

And you knew he did it on purpose to get on your nerves

For one- homeboy would bring in victims and leave them laying around. Once, you even tripped over one on your way down the stairs

He’s also notorious for leaving his weapons in the most unconventional places - for instance, underneath the couch, on your seat at the table, under your pillow, in the shower

“JEFF WHAT THE FUCK!” Was the common phrase around the house

Homeboy also has lots of hair and he sheds like a dog- so you best believe that every shower drain is clogged

He’s also the one who leaves out his dirty clothes lying around the house

“Jeff. What is this doing in my room?”

“Oh sweet you found my favorite shirt!”

“Dude this thing is drenched in blood.”

“So?”

Sweet Toby just made messes on accident. It’s usually because he tries to bake with Sally and the two of them tend to make a mess and never clean it up. Instead they both go up to Sally’s room and get distracted by their tea time- leaving the mess to you

LJ- like Sally and Toby, didn’t make messes on purpose. Whenever he walks around he drops pieces of candy and confetti without even knowing it.

Don’t call him it to his face- but some people call him the walking piñata

His costume also tends to loose a lot of its feathers from time to time, so you’ll find a bunch of those and save them for him in a ziplock baggie

Last of all there’s Helen. Boy- you expected better from him. It came as a surprise when you found out that it was him and not Jeff who was tracking in all of the blood. You caught him redhanded one fateful night.

“Helen! What are you doing you’re dragging in a lot of blood! You aren’t bringing a victim in here are you?”

“(Y/n) chill, it’s just paint.”

“Helen.”

“Ok- yes it’s blood but- my paint bucket has a hole and I don’t feel like buying new ones.”

“You’re cleaning this up.”

“You can’t silence my art (y/n)”

#masky creepypasta #creepypasta #EJ #LJ #jeff the killer #jeff woods #liu woods #ticci toby #ben drowned #sally #jane the killer #smile dog #slender family #slenderman #x reader #reader insert #headcanon #fanfic

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did i just bingeread everything you posted? absolutely. do i regret it. absolutely not. ✨you are an amazing writer!!!💕 And while we’re at it can i request a scenario where Niragi goes crazy and scares his s/o really bad but he gets kinda soft and tries to comfort them later? If that makes sense haha And also a giant thank you for writing in gender neutral!!🥺💕

Thank you so much for reading my fics! I’m honestly really flattered haha 😅 Here is you’re request!

Comfort From A Tormentor | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. OC)

Summary: Niragi tries to comfort you, his S/O, after you witnessed his murderous behaviour for the first time

Warnings: toxic relationship, blood, murder, graphic violence, pushy behaviour, reader watches someone being killed, going into shock, panic attack, quite intense trauma, slight abuse of power

Word Count: 2.4k

*reader is gender-neutral

You always knew that Niragi wasn’t the kindness at The Beach, which was quite blatantly obvious. When people heard you guys had gotten together and were now in an established relationship, you had many people express their concerns privately with you, labelling him as an evil and violent character. You always shook it off, because you’d seen nothing of the sort during the time you had spent with him.

The worst you ever saw him say or do was a threat, or a short punch to the ribs as a warning, but even then the victims usually deserved it. You hadn’t experienced one of Niragi’s ‘outbreaks’ that people have discussed with you about. You started to believe it was all rumours to keep you away from him until he lost it one night in front of you, causing you to believe everything you had been told about him.

It was a usual night at The Beach, people parading around the pool and filling their brains and sinuses with alcohol, allowing them to forget their shared hardships for the evening.

You sat in a small booth that was excluded from the rest of the crowd. Your head was leaning on Niragi’s broad shoulder as you watched everyone dance to the blaring music. You felt the bass vibrate through the ground and in your chest, making you excited from the fun atmosphere.

Niragi lifted his hand and pet your head softly. “You okay little mouse?” he checked, bringing his face closer to yours and placing his lips on your cheek. You turned your head towards him and brushed your lips on his. “Yeah, I’m just tired,” you whispered. Niragi smirked and rubbed his hand along your bare leg. “We can go to bed soon, let’s just stay a little longer.”

Niragi shifted underneath you and stood up, making you lean back against the cushioned backrest. “I’m going to get a drink,” he stated bluntly before picking up his rifle from the small table that sat in front of you. “Don’t let anyone touch you otherwise you’ll regret it.”

You felt uneasy at his threat, but you knew if you just listened to him he would never carry through his brutal promises. He wasn’t that hard of a personality to figure out.

You watched as he strolled away towards the bar, leaving you by yourself and cold in the booth. You moved your eyes from him and looked around to everyone else, watching a few people jump into the pool and laugh together. You wished Niragi had less of a important placing at The Beach so he could relax like everyone else instead of constantly having to deal with stupid drunken dickheads causing trouble.

You looked over towards the bar again to see if you could spot Niragi, but couldn’t see him from where you were sitting. You needed to go to the bathroom and you were wondering if you could make it before he returned. You shrugged your shoulders and stood up on your feet to leave. It wouldn’t be that long, and besides if he did some back to you not being there, you were sure he wouldn’t mind. It’s just the bathroom.

You quickly made your way past the few crowds of dancing bodies. The smell of sweat and alcohol filled your nostrils as you pushed through, making your face scrunch up in disgust. No matter how long you spend there, you would never grow used to the party smell.

You made your way to the lobby to get to the bathroom located there. It was a quiet walk and hardly anyone was in the halls. It made you more calm, knowing that no one was around to bring you a hard time.

But unfortunately, you thought too soon. As you arrived at the lobby and were crossing the main lounge area, a young man with jet black hair and blue board shorts stood up from one of the couches. You failed to notice him earlier due to him being hidden behind the backrest.

“Oh hey!” he exclaimed your way excitedly. “I thought you’d come here. I saw you drink a rather large cocktail earlier so I just guessed you’d show up some time soon or later.”

You froze in shock, looking the man up and down with confusion written on your face. “What?”

He shook his head as he slowly made his way over to your frame. “Forget it. I wanted to get you away from your psychotic side piece so I could get a chance with you without being killed.” His smile was a bit too creepy for your liking, bringing an unpleasant tingling feeling up your back.

You stepped back as he attempted to reach out and grab your hand. He slowly recoiled with a frown on his tanned face. You shook your head and hands, denying his movements towards you. “No thanks actually. I’m not interested,” you insisted, turning your back to try and escape into the bathroom.

You felt your heart drop from the sudden grip on your wrist, pulling you back towards the annoying man and into his chest. He lifted your chin so you were looking at him and crashed his lips onto yours.

You panicked, ripping your arm out of his grip and pushing him away from you. He stumbled back a bit before smirking at your angered expression.

“What the fuck was that?!” you screamed at him, wiping his saliva off of your mouth in disgust. “Did no one ever teach you what no means?!”

Before the man could respond, a piercing sound of gunshots rang through the room. You covered your ears and dropped to the ground in fear of being hit. You looked towards the man and saw him crouching as well with a few bullet marks scattering the carpet around him. They barely missed him.

You kept your head down low in case of another load being shot at any moment, but you were grabbed by your upper arm and pulled up roughly after a few short moments. Niragi stood there, angered expression on his face and tightening his grip on your arm. You felt your blood pumping with adrenaline from his movements.

“What the fuck did I tell you?” he hissed into your face, being way too quiet for your liking.

You didn’t know what to say. Your words were trapped in your throat, being held there by the shock of the gunshots and Niragi’s anger towards you.

“I told you to not let anyone touch you. And how hard is it to stay in one place for five minutes?!” His fist moved from your arm to your jaw, holding it tightly so you would face him. Tears were developing in your eyes. You tried to stop them from rolling down your cheeks in fear of angering Niragi more, but the pain throbbing in your jaw made it nothing but more difficult. This wasn’t the Niragi you knew. He’s never laid a violent hand on you before.

“Niragi, stop,” you whimpered out, holding onto his wrist that was hurting you. “It hurts.”

“I don’t care. You deserve to be hurt after not listening to me.” Niragi finally released his grip from your jaw. You dropped to the ground, clutching your face in pain and letting out quiet sobs. The look in his eyes was menacing, making him seem unpredictable. You were terrified, pushing your legs against the carpet to separate yourself from his tall frame.

You watched as he turned away from you and walked towards the young man, who scrambled to his feet to try and run away. But Niragi leaped towards him and grabbed his shoulder before he could do so. He pulled him back harshly onto the ground and placed a boot on his chest, keeping him there. The man struggled until Niragi held the barrel of his gun against his forehead, making the petrified man freeze underneath him.

You watched in horror as he leaned down and pressed harder and harder on his bare chest, making the defenseless man cry out in fear of breaking a rib. “You’ve made a huge mistake my friend,” he growled, sticking his tongue out and showing off his piercing. “You dare touch what’s mine, you suffer the consequences.”

You leant up against the concrete wall, feeling too weak and in shock to stand up. You cried and screamed as you watched Niragi stamp his foot incredibly harshly on the man’s head several times. Blood poured down the side of his face and he put his hands up in defense, which deemed useless against Niragi’s strength. Niragi didn’t stop, moving his aim from the man’s face to his chest, hands, stomach, groin and thighs. His screams of pain and suffering echoed around the room, ringing in your ears and making your heart ache. Yes, he did attempt to force himself onto you, but hearing another human screeching out for help when you could do nothing was one of the most painful things you could ever inflict on an empath such as yourself.

You shook violently and covered your eyes with your hands, not wanting to see anymore. You wanted to disappear, to evaporate into the wind. You wanted to wake up back at home, in your safe warm bed from before the Borderland. You felt sick from the contrasting differences between the world in your head and the one you were physically in. Why couldn’t you just fade away?

You felt a presence in front of your shivering form, and you slowly peeled away your hands to reveal the abuser in front of you, looking into your eyes worryingly. Your stomach dropped from catching a glimpse of the blood splattered lightly across his attractive features. You felt nausea building in your stomach, making you want to throw up.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Niragi lifted a hand and tried to place it on your cheek, but you flinched away violently and screamed as you crawled onto your hands and knees, attempting to quickly escape him. It was deemed almost impossible to do considering the emotional state you were in at that moment. You just watched your lover beat a man until the light left his eyes, you weren’t going to recover from the shock quickly.

You cried as he grabbed your ankle and roughly pulled you back. You struggled against his grip and tried to shake his hands off of your shoulders and waist desperately. You were terrified that he was going to hurt you, beat you until you were dead just like his other victim.

“Baby! Why are you so scared?! Hold still!” Niragi cried, attempting to hold your thrashing body against his to quiet you down. He was feeling desperate and helpless, what was happening to you? You’ve never done this before. He thought maybe you were in shock and thinking that he was the man trying to force himself on you.

“Y/N! It’s me! I’m here, you’re okay!” he cried in a frightened tone. He managed to pull you roughly by your waist into his lap and held the back of your head against his chest area. He began to shake himself, being so worried about your emotional state. He felt you suddenly stop struggling in his arms, hearing your soft sobs of fear against his shirt.

“What’s going on baby? You’re scaring me,” he groaned into your neck. You shivered against him, feeling too weak to even push yourself from his chest. You could do nothing but sit in his lap, terrified of the man who was attempting to comfort you.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now. He can’t hurt you anymore,” he cooed, stroking your hair in an attempt to calm your rapid breathing. He let out a shaky breath, being on the verge of tears. He felt his heart rapidly pumping in his chest, thumping against his ribcage. He was at least comforted at the fact that you were back in his arms, away from everyone and everything that wanted to separate you from him.

He leaned his head back and looked at your face tucked into his chest. He saw your tight hands scrunching his black and white button-up into themselves, making him feel soft at how vulnerable and small you looked.

“It’s okay baby. I’ve got you. I’ll always protect you.”

You tried to level your breathing, listening to Niragi’s heartbeat to focus on something else other than the fact that he had just murdered someone in front of you.

Everything everyone had said was true. Niragi was purely an evil person, filled to the brim with violence and murderous impulses. You repented your doubts so badly, wishing that you had listened. But you chose to give him a chance to be a good person for once in his life, and he threw it out the window. Only now, you couldn’t escape him. You had to now live with being the object of a murderer’s desires.

You felt Niragi snake his arms underneath your knees and shoulders gently, standing up from the ground with you in his arms. You clutched onto him from around his neck, tears still slowly travelling down your face.

“Let’s get you to bed, hmm? My little baby must be so tired after all that.”

‘After all that’. He said it like it was nothing more than a bad day. Your boyfriend just killed someone in front of you and then just forced you back into his arms. This wasn’t a bad day, it was a traumatic experience that would stay with you for the rest of your life, remembering every detail and image of the event vividly.

“Niragi,” you mumbled. He glanced down to your weak frame, face going soft from the tired expression across your features. “Shh, don’t speak. Just go to sleep. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.” He leaned down and placed a tender kiss to the top of your head.

You didn’t want him to be there when you woke. In fact, you didn’t want to wake up at all. You felt miserable and defenseless in his arms, wishing for nothing more than to wake up and for it to be all some horrific dream.

But you didn’t wake up, because it was your reality. Niragi’s delusional, obsessive and abusive mindset was nothing new anymore, it was normal everyday life for you from then on.

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Imagine… Taking a swim in the lake, inviting Dean but he refuses. You give him a little surprise.

A/N: Haha! Gotcha bitches! I bet you thought you wouldn’t see me for the rest of the year! I got some more inspiration and I’m taking advantage of it! Hope you guys enjoy this little imagine!

-Marissa

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Being a hunter was stressful. Very stressful. You’re always on high alert, wondering if the people you interact with have ill intentions for you. Are they a monster? Are they just another hunter who doesn’t like you? Not to mention when you’re on a case. Jesus the cases. You have to go to the crime scene as some form of law enforcement, look at the state of the body, and see if the MO matches any of the monsters you deal with on a regular basis. If it is then you have to interview the victim’s family for clues, find out the last place the victim was at AND interview the people there to see if the victim left with someone. Oh and let’s mention the fact that you have to research the monster and see if it’s just one or a whole pack/team. Then you gotta figure out their hiding place and kill them, then skip town. It’s… a lot to say the least.

That’s why hunters needed outlets. Many of them resort to drinking. Some hustle some unsuspecting strangers in bars in a game of darts and pool. Some do target practice to blow off steam. Some even just resort to sex. Most hunters do all of the above. You wonder if that ever gets old to them. Now don’t get it twisted, you don’t judge hunters. It’s not like there is an abundance of things for them to do to forget about the life for a while. But, it must get old eventually, right? Ah, the glories of being a hunter. But despite all that, you get a few hunters that have actual hobbies like painting, maybe an instrument of some sort. But you personally loved swimming. In addition to being a fun way to stay in shape, it also helped you relieve stress. Swimming just sort of helped your worries wash away.

You didn’t get much time to yourself living with the Winchesters. Your boyfriend Dean didn’t exactly share your views on how to relieve stress. He mostly followed the hunter’s way while you opted to do some normal things for yourself. You and Sam shared each other’s views on normal hobbies. You and Sam would often find yourselves in the library reading separate books in silence while the distant sound of gunshots could be faintly heard as your eyes skimmed over the pages. You even got Sam to swim with you on a case while Dean was, as usual, on the side drinking a beer. You’d tried to get Dean to try things your way but he was as stubborn as the word is itself. Anytime you were on a case you’d try to find a lake or a local pool to hop into. Most of the time, you weren’t lucky.

One day when monsters decided to give you all a break, you went walking in the woods behind the bunker. I mean, it's not like Kansas has an abundance of swimming pools. You just wanted to get some air. You weren’t sure how long you were walking but eventually, you came across a beautiful waterfall connecting to a fairly small pond. It was beautiful, you couldn’t resist. You stripped down to your underwear and left your clothes on the small cliff and left your phone there so it wouldn’t get wet. Your heart was soaring, you felt alive. The shock wore off quickly as your body hit the water. You stayed underwater for about a minute before your lungs were screaming at you to breathe. Surprisingly, the water was crystal clear. You could see the bottom of the pond pretty clearly. You hadn’t been able to just float on the water and relax in a long time.

You had lost track of time, the sun was starting to set but you didn’t really think much of it. You knew the path back to the bunker. You hadn’t taken any sharp turns. It was almost a straight line back to the bunker. “A few more minutes won’t hurt.” You sighed and you lean back against a wall of moss. It’s not like the boys would freak out, they knew you could take care of yourself.

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Sam and Dean were freaking the fuck out. You had said you were going for a short walk that morning. It’s almost nightfall and you hadn’t contacted anyone in hours. They checked in with Jody, Donna, Charlie, and just about everyone they knew. Dean was pacing back and forth. Sam was trying to think of a place you would’ve gone. Both trying to put a brave face on for the other but failing miserably.

“Where could she possibly be! She couldn’t have walked too far from here? Should we try driving around and see if we see her?” Dean stopped pacing and had grabbed his favorite pistol almost halfway to the door. Sam had caught up to him in the Map room.

“Dean wait for a few seconds. What if the simplest solution is right here? We haven’t tracked her phone yet. Maybe she’ll turn up that way. If not, then we’ll start driving.” Sammy, always the voice of reason. Dean nodded.

“Okay fine, let’s check her location. Hurry up though, it's supposed to be freezing tonight.”

Sam made the short jog to get his computer and start tracking Y/n’s location. The program spat back coordinates that were about 3 miles away from the bunker. Both boys looked at each other confused and worryingly when they saw the coordinates led to some unknown location in the woods. ‘What could she possibly be doing way out there?’ Dean thought.

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You had just came up from your dive in a row when you heard footsteps and branches cracking under the weight up something. You stayed as silent as possible. You were just about ready to scold yourself for being paranoid when figures with flashlights came into your view. They looked like Sam and Dean.

“Sam! Dean!” You shouted from the water.

“Y/N? What the hell are you doing out here?” Dean shouted exasperated.

“I found this beautiful pond!. I couldn’t help it guys I just got excited. I’m sorry if I worried you guys.” You pouted slightly.

“You’re damn right we were worried! You-” Sam cut dean off. “It’s fine Y/N. As long as you’re safe, everything is fine.”

Dean sighed then nodded in agreement. “Sam is right. Now get out of there, it's getting cold out here.” You pouted.

“How about you two join me? Just for a quick dip! Please?” Dean shook his head while Sam looks on with a smile.

“Dean…” A thought had crossed your mind. “Would you mind helping me out of here?”

Dean nodded and reached his hand down for you to grab. When you grabbed his hand you pulled him down. Right before Dean hit the water he let out a big yelp. Sam’s laughter filled the area but soon died down when Dean glared at him. You kissed Dean on the cheek, knowing he could never stay mad at you.

“Yeah yeah laugh it up. I’ll get my revenge on you both when I'm warm and dry.” Dean grumbled.

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A/N: Hope ya’ll enjoyed this little treat from me! Requests are always open! Expect more soon!

Spread Love

-Marissa

#sam winchester imagine #dean winchester imagines #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #supernatural imagines #spn imagine

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Frigid.

Pairing: Yandere!Rosaria/Reader (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 2.5k.

TW: Fem!Reader, Modern AU, Non-Con, Semi-Public Sex, Drug Use, Toxic Relationships, Victim-Blaming, Implied Past Assult, Dissociation.

Touching Rosaria was like touching ice.

Or, like having ice touch you, at least. She didn’t like it when you touched her – if she did, she wouldn’t have her hand clamped around your wrist, right now, there wouldn’t be a chill washing over your skin, inching towards your chest, making your heart beat a little faster every time the threat of frostbite began to seem more like a strong possibility than a distant fantasy. It was jarring, really, compared to the heat of the bodies around you, dancing and moving and sweltering, despite how crowded the club felt, despite how much you wished they would stop. You’d been the one who wanted to come, you were the one who usually liked this kind of thing, but suddenly, the music was too loud, everyone was too close, you could still feel your last drink burning at the back of your throat. It was all too much. It was all too hot.

Except Rosaria, of course. Never Rosaria.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt warm, around her.

She was sticking close to the walls, thankfully. You were glad you’d chosen a smaller club, easier for Rosaria to navigate as she dragged you across the cramped space. It was too dark to see where she was going, darker than it usually was, but you didn’t mind letting her pull you along. You were used to it, the graceless way she pushed through couples and groups and inebriated patrons, the quiet apologies you let out as you followed her, how easy your own feet were to trip over as the bright, flashing lights and the sour flavor coating your tongue made it more and more difficult to think. It was almost a relief when she found what she was looking for – the side exit, the one you liked to use whenever you got too overwhelmed. It was sweet that she’d thought to use it tonight, too, even if you couldn’t remember telling her about your little escape route.

The alleyway it opened into was narrow, just as dark and just as stifling as the club, but the music wasn’t as loud, the air wasn’t as choking, and more importantly, you were able to collapse into Rosaria, burying your head in your chest as she caught you by the shoulders, begrudgingly accepting your clumsy affection. She didn’t like being touched, but you really liked touching her. It made sense that she’d make an exception for you, in the moment, at least. She always made an exception for you.

“Rosey,” You started, slurring the nickname into something near-incomprehensible. There was a tap to your shoulder, a row of blunt nails skirting across bare skin. In the back of your mind, you wondered if she was mad at you. “I can’t… It’s too warm, Rosey. My head hurts.”

“Obviously.” Her tone was lighter than it usually was, more playful. Not quite patient, not yet, but more sympathetic than she usually bothered to be. Like she was talking to a child, rather than a friend. Like the two of you hadn’t already done this a hundred times. “You overdid it, princess. You’re drunk.”

You shook your head, absent-mindedly. You didn’t feel drunk. You felt… dizzy. Out of it. Disoriented in such a way that meant trying to find out why you were struggling to keep your balance only made you more likely to fall. “You had more than I did,” You mumbled, because it was true. You knew how Rosaria could be. You’d wanted to be good, tonight, even if she claimed to be content nursing her third glass of wine. “’s not fair. I’m don’t even feel that—”

“You’re always so careless, too,” She said, cutting you off. Speaking over you, like you’d never said anything at all. Her grip tightened, and you backed away, pressing yourself against the nearest wall. Rosaria didn’t let go. “Drinking so much, staying out so late… It’s a miracle you haven’t learned your lesson, yet. I’m a little surprised no one’s ever taken advantage of you.”

Your heart dropped in your chest. The wall was unpainted, uneven, bare cement and little else. It hurt to touch, to lean against, especially with Rosaria resting her weight on you. It hurt to move, when you finally thought to fidget. “You're being mean,” You whispered, and her hand fell to your hip. Your dress was too thin, too tight. It felt like you were bleeding out in a snowbank. “Would someone really do that?”

“I would.” She was too close. She was too cold. You didn’t find the constant chill comforting, anymore. “In a heartbeat. Especially after you start acting like such a fucking tease.”

You wanted to go home. There was something pounding in the back of your skull, now, throbbing, blocking out whatever Rosaria might’ve said, making it impossible to process anything but the black dots fraying at the edges of your vision and Rosaria’s lips, chapped and painted red and on your neck, the corner of your jaw, only lingering for a moment before her teeth dug into your jugular and you screamed, the shrill sound immediately cut short by a palm against your mouth, keeping you quiet despite the little whimpers you let out as she pulled back, allowing something warm to run over your skin and pool near your collarbone. In the back of your mind, you wondered if it would get on your dress, if it would leave a stain. You wondered if she would apologize, when it did.

“Spoiled little brat,” She growled, nearly under her breath. Her grip loosened, Rosaria shifting, but any reprieve was short-lived, quickly replaced by two fingers pressed into your tongue and a row of nails clawing at your waist, pulling at your skirt, leaving you to gag and whimper as ice-cold fingertips dug into your thigh, cold enough to leave you trembling. She wasn’t holding you, not really, not tightly enough to call it restraint, but your body felt weak, your legs were shaking, and you couldn’t imagine trying to run. You couldn’t imagine trying to stand. You were almost thankful for the knee she forced between your thighs, for the trace of stability she thought to offer. You wanted to be thankful. You were trying to be thankful. “No talking, alright? I need you to keep quiet. Can you do that for me?”

Right. Obviously. Rosaria was so smart. She always knew what to do, so she must’ve been right, and she was so kind, too, letting her fingers slip out of your mouth as soon as you offered her the small, eager nod she was looking for. You were glad she was wearing leather, a jacket a size too big and pants that clung to her like a second skin – it gave you something tangible to hold onto, something to hide your face in, even if you hated the texture, the sound, the way it felt under you as she cupped your pussy and some thin piece of fabric tore, forcing you to shy into her just a little more. You almost asked why. If she didn't like your dress, she could’ve just told you. If she didn’t like you, she could’ve said so in a way that didn’t make you feel so…

So bad.

“You said you were hot.” Rosaria was talking before you could, though, explaining herself. Why was she allowed to talk? Part of you wavered, flickered, realized that she wasn’t being fair, that she wasn’t being nice, but Rosaria was good at this kind of thing. She must’ve known something you didn’t. That’d make sense. She knew a lot of stuff, compared to the handful of foggy ideas that separated your mind from total oblivion. “I’m just helping you out. You’re not stupid enough to turn down help, are you?”

You shook your head. You weren’t, even if she chuckled at your meek response, even if you couldn’t see how grinding her hand into your cunt could help you feel anything but hot, like you’d been in the sun for an hour too long. Like you were being burnt alive, and Rosaria was the one stoking the flames.

Your thoughts were spinning, now, twisting, spiraling, the need to shut your eyes and make it stop almost overshadowing the slick building up between your legs, that awful, sticky feeling that made you squirm, holding Rosaria tighter and attempting to weakly push her away at the same time. The embarrassment was palpable, that nagging sense of shame, only made worse by Rosaria’s huff of a laugh, by the lingering sensation of her teeth ghosting over your skin and the way you jolted into her, anything intelligent you might’ve said replaced by a small, submissive whimper. It was embarrassing. You wanted it to stop. You wanted her to stop.

But, she didn’t. She wouldn't. You couldn't force her to.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask.

It didn’t feel good. It didn’t feel like much of anything, honestly, as her fingers slipped below the black lace of your panties, as she toyed with your clit and drank in those pathetic sounds you might’ve thought someone else was making, if your own voice hadn’t been so recognizable. Your body was too numb, your nerves already too burnt, Rosaria’s chest too cold where it pressed against yours, like your life depended on little more than ice and sleet. It didn’t feel good, but your face must’ve been flushed, your pupils blown out, your scrunched expression littered with hints that you were in anything but agony. Rosaria sounded smug. She wouldn’t sound like that, not unless you gave her a reason to. She wouldn’t do that to you, not unless she thought you deserved it.

“For fuck’s sake,” She drawled, slowly, like she didn’t have anywhere better to be. She didn’t have anywhere better to be. She wouldn’t have bothered to spend time with you, otherwise. “You’re already so damn wet. If I’d known you’d be this needy, I wouldn't have bothered with the fucking pills.”

You opened your mouth, but you were barely able to get out a strangled cry before something was inside of you, your panties pushed to the side and two long fingers scissoring you open, too quickly, too suddenly, too violently. It was like she’d broken a dam, like some necessary barrier had been crossed and crushed, like everything you’d lacked, earlier, everything your mind had been merciful enough to block out came flooding in for the first time. There was the sting, tight and tearing and impatient, but there was pleasure, too, something beyond awareness, something beyond discomfort. It was a fire, smoldering and invasive, and you didn’t like it. You didn’t like the way your hips bucked to meet her hand, or the new weight behind your eyes, or her smirk, her smile, her self-satisfied sneer. You didn’t like that she was happy. You didn’t like that you were in pain, and she was happy. If you were being honest with yourself, you might’ve been able to admit you didn’t like Rosaria at all, right now.

“S-Stop, Rosey, it hurts—” She had a pattern, now, a tangible pace, a vengeance you wished you'd never provoked. She must’ve hated you. She must’ve. You couldn’t think of another reason she’d curl her fingers like that, another reason she’d abuse every sensitive spot that made you whine and tremble and tense-up, another reason she’d be so mean, especially to you, especially now, especially here. It wouldn’t even matter if you made noise, if you cried out, if you screamed. It couldn’t be louder than your rapid heartbeat, your racing pulse, the wet clicks that only got worse as Rosaria slipped a third finger in and left you to clench around her, too humiliated to care about the slight pain. “Please, I don’t wanna—”

“What did I say about talking?” She was being cold again, ruthless, but it was a playful sort of cruelness, her tone just lilted enough to make you feel guilty for trying to convince yourself she was such a monster. “You don’t want to what? Sit pretty and let me do all the work? Stand there and cum?” There was a laugh, a flick of her wrist, and the heel of her hand came up to grind against your clit. Instantly, you wished you’d never said anything at all. “Do it. Make yourself useful, for once. Cum.”

You didn’t want to. You really, really, really didn’t want to, but there was nothing you could do to stave it off, to get away from it, to keep your knees from buckling or your body from going rigid or Rosaria from kissing you, stifling the breathy moan that threatened to spill out between choked sobs and quiet pleas for her to stop. At least she was gentle about it, as gentle as she could be, pointed canines barely cutting at your lips, a cloud of lingering cigarette smoke barely choking you, her touch barely forceful enough to bruise, as she cupped your cheek with her free hand, tilting your head back and encouraging you to lean into the gesture.

It was almost sweet, how she lingered, how she didn’t pull away until after the aftershocks had faded, until you’d stopped trying to resist, until you were too tired to do anything but collapse into her when she let you go, catching you the moment you threatened to fold into yourself. It was a small mercy. You didn’t want to spend the rest of the night on the ground, sobbing yourself to sleep in some dark, claustrophobic alley. You didn’t want to do that. You didn’t want to be here.

You just wanted to be with Rosaria. You just wanted to be anywhere else, with her.

“Rosey,” you tried, testing the waters. You tried to blink, to stand up on your own, but your eyelids felt heavy, you felt heavy. Rosaria only hummed, in response, snaking an arm around your waist. Already, you were struggling to remember why you couldn’t stand. You were struggling to remember why it hurt so much, when you tried to. “I… I’m not having fun, anymore. Can we go home?”

“You’re lucky I like you, princess.” You were. She was such a good friend, and she always came out drinking with you, and she always took care of you the day afterward, too, when you were sore and hungover and, more often than not, too bruised and battered to get out of bed. Even if the kiss she pressed into the top of your head made you shiver, even if the ghost of her icy breath made your skin crawl, even if a part of you was still begging to keep her at a distance, you were lucky to have her. You were thankful you had her, thankful enough to ignore how low her hands dipped as she held you up, thankful enough to stop yourself from thinking about the slick dripping down your thighs, and the cut on the side of your neck, and the chalk coating your tongue, tasteless and unremarkable, but not completely unfamiliar.

Thankful enough to look up at her and smile, as she finally sapped away the last of your warmth.

“Let’s go home.”

#yandere #yandere love #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere prompts #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oneshot #genshin impact #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #yandere rosaria #rosaria x reader #yandere fantasy #yandere fanfiction #yanderecore #yancore

[itsjustmyfantasyroom]

Unlikely lovers Chapter Four

Chapter four has landed. Here are the pervious chapters if you need a quick catch up:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

@beccabarba​ and I have been so excited for his series and it means a lot to us all positive comments we have been getting about it, so thank you all for reading.

Warnings: Is episode based. Naughty girl style. Just cheeky Nick and Smut. 

WC: 2488

Enjoy x

Even though you’d decided to tell the squad about your relationship, something about actually doing so was harder than either of you thought it would be. Being committed to each other in private was one thing, but facing questions and curiosity from the others – even when it was good natured – seemed like an intrusion neither of you was quite ready for. You were also both concerned about being seen as anything less than professional when you were working together – or being separated once you’d declared your relationship officially. So you were stalling, watching and waiting for the right time. Never once did you doubt Nick’s feelings for you, and you could tell by how often he was smiling these days that he was very happy in this relationship.

Before either of you had found the right moment to say something, the whole unit was swept into another investigation, a series of rapes, with victims who had picked up their rapist in the city’s gay bars. After the third such attack left the victim with serious injuries in Bellevue Hospital, it was decided that an UC surveillance operation in the popular bars, for as many nights as it took, would be the most effective way of spotting the perp. Fin and Nick were to act as patrons of the bar, watching the men around them closely, and you were installed as a bartender, in a role that gave you a wider view of activity all around the bar, especially as you cleared tables and picked up glasses.

Fin had gone to town with his UC outfit, in his flamboyant suit and shirt. Nick was much more subtle, his shirt and tie not much different to his usual work attire. But, to you, he looked amazing. In the dim lighting of the bar, pretending to sip a drink, he looked so handsome it was tough to keep your eyes off him. You understood why detectives were supposed to declare any relationships they were in, realising how distracting you found him. You knew his eyes were on you, too, and you were fairly sure he was enjoying the short skirt and slim-fitting button down you were wearing. Feeling mischievous, the next time you saw him looking, you loosened an extra button, revealing just a little more cleavage. Nick watched your fingers and looked back up to your eyes, raising an eyebrow. You gave him a little smile, and sauntered away to clear some more tables.

By the time you returned to the bar, Nick had drained his drink. He looked over at you and raised a hand to summon you. You walked over to him, as he leaned forward on his elbows, money between his fingers, and looked you up and down with a look in his eyes designed to tease.

“What can I get you, darling?” you asked. “Same again?” You ran a hand over the curve of your waist, enjoying the way his eyes followed it.

“Yeah,” he said, clearly making an effort to hide the effect you had on him. “Less ice this time.”

“No problem,” you said, taking his glass, turning to pour him a drink. He was drinking tonic water with ice and lemon, but you picked up the vodka bottle and pretended to pour it, so that it looked like Nick was just a patron at the bar, drinking along with all the others. You turned back with a smile, to find his eyes dancing, looking you up and down very obviously. You put the glass on the bar and he reached to take it from you, his fingers briefly warm against yours. A shock of electricity travelled up your arm. Even though you’d woken in his arms this morning, the tension of professional distance made every flirty look and touch seem as thrilling as when you’d first met him. You leaned forward, to speak close enough that no one else would hear you, glad Nick wasn’t wearing a wire for this operation. “From the way you’re looking at me, I don’t think you’re in the right kind of bar…” you said, then leaned back and gave him a little wink, before turning away.

You left him alone to work, and focused on scanning the crowd for a person that matched the description of the perp, but there was no one even remotely close in sight. It was looking like a bust tonight, the more the time passed by. You checked your phone and found a text from Liv, sent to you, Nick and Fin, telling you it was getting late – the crimes had all been committed earlier than this – and that you’d give it fifteen more minutes then call it a night. You glanced across at Nick, seeing him looking down at his phone. He turned and said something to Fin, who was now sitting near him at the bar, and then he looked across at you.

You nodded and smiled, acknowledging that you’d seen the message. Then you smiled in an altogether less professional way, turning to pick up the glasses from the nearest table, bending at the waist, knowing he’d be taking in the view, and knowing how short your skirt was. When you straightened up and looked back at him, Nick had a tiny, amused smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were set stern and knowing, burning with a certain intensity.

After a quick debrief, Liv told you to get an early night, since you’d likely be out in bars for the next few nights. No new attacks had been reported tonight, so the day would bring other lines of enquiry too. Nick and Fin had talked to other patrons, and managed to get a few ideas to inform the description of who you were all looking for, but you were glad to get to go home. As had become your way, you left first, with Nick following five minutes later, so as not to make anyone suspicious. Luckily, the subway ride to your place wasn’t far. As you settled next to Nick on the train, he took your hand and clasped it between his, stroking the soft skin on the inside of your wrist. He leaned closer to you, turning his face to your ear.

“You were very…naughty… tonight, mi amor,” he said very quietly, choosing his words carefully.

“Was I?” you looked at him innocently.

“You know it,” he said, smirking.

“What’re you going to do about it?” you challenged, feeling the heart building inside you already.

“You wait until I get you home,” he said in a deep tone, then looked away from you, his face settled, as if he hadn’t just sent a wave of arousal through your whole body.

You unlocked the door of your apartment, and let him through. The way he stalked through, the way he held himself, you knew he was coiled and ready to pounce. You felt the tingle of anticipation through your whole body, as you removed your coat and hung it inside the door, and he did the same.

Suddenly, with the firm hands of a detective used to restraining suspects, he grabbed hold of you and you found yourself pushed against the wall, pinned in place. You caught your breath, as heat throbbed through you, resisting the last thing on your mind.

“What’re you doing?” you said, your voice breathy, not bothering to hide your arousal.

“What I wanted to do in that bar, mi amor. With my flirty girl…” his voice was deep, his words spoken close to your ear, sending shivers through your body.

Nick grabbed your wrists, wrapping his long fingers around them, bringing them up above your head and pinning them to the wall. He took both wrists into one of his big hands, then let the tips of his fingers on the other hand brush down over your arm, coating you in goose bumps. You felt his lips come to the shell of your ear, Nick’s hot breath fanning over your skin as his hand made its way to the hem of your skirt,

“Think you were being cute mi Amor? Teasing me like that- you could have blown my cover,” Nick grabbed onto the hem of your skirt pulling it up to rest around your hips, and you gasped.

“I-I- I’ am sorry” you whimpered out with a shaky breath. Nick knew what you liked by now, but this was one of the first times he’d been quite so assertively dominant.

Nick lent his solid body into your back pressing you into the wall, his hard fabric-covered bulge pushing into you. His hand ran along the top of your thigh and up to the waist of your panties, sliding down into them, cupping you. As his pointer finger brushed along your wet core, you shivered.

“Keep your hands above your head.”

You nodded back and Nick slowly let go of your wrists brining his hand down to pull your shirt out of your skirt, his hand running up over your belly to cup your breast, squeezing it and tugging on your nipple through the silk of your bra, as two of his long fingers plunged into your warm, wet core.  

“Oh Nick,” you groaned.

“See baby, it’s not hard to be good is it…”

In a flash Nick pulled away from you completely and you whined at the loss of contact. Nick grabbed your hips and turned you, pushing your back into the wall and made quick work of undoing your shirt buttons. You watched as Nick’s eyes ran over your chest and he licked his lips before pressing his body into you again, his lips connecting with your neck with big open mouthed kisses, kissing down to the top of your bra.

Your hands went up into Nick’s hair, balling into fists, and a sharp sting made you groan. When Nick pulled off with a sharp pop and you looked down at the purple mark he left behind. Nick grinned at you and you took your chance to reach up to loosen his tie pulling it out of his collar and then you both made quick work of undoing his shirt buttons and pushed it off his shoulders, it pooling at his feet behind him. Nick quickly rid himself of all his clothes, and you followed, until you were both standing there naked, your eyes scanning over each other’s body’s.

Nick pushed you back into the wall again, your wrists in both his hands above your head. Nick pushed his leg between your thighs and pushing it up into your centre, and he clenched his muscle grinding it into you. Your head fell back onto the wall, your mouth wide open. You started to roll your hips over his leg, your need to come rushing through your body.

Nick could feel your wet dripping onto his leg making it sticky, and just as he knew you were about to cum by the noses you were making, he pulled his leg away from you,

“Nick…” you complained breathlessly, and he chuckled back at you.

“Not nice being teased is it baby?”

Nick let go of your wrists, both his hands running down your body and you looked at him with narrowed eyes, seeing the sparkle in his. Nick gave you a cheeky smile, his hands resting on your hips and he pulled you off the wall and started to walk you backwards into the lounge room. Nick walked you to the edge of the couch, he spun you around, his hand going to the back on your neck and he pushed you forward, your hands planting flat on the couch cushions, the arm propping your hips up.

Nick’s hand left your neck and came to rest in the middle of your back and his other gripping on your hip. Nick started to roll his hips, running his long hard cock over your lower lips a couple of times, before you felt the hot head of it starting to slip into you, spreading you apart. Nick bucked his hips forward bottoming out, both your moans filling the room. Nick started to roll his hips up into you, in long, hard, deep rolls. His hand in the middle of your back pushing you down on the couch and the grip on your hip almost bruising,

“Such a sweet little pussy to be such a tease,” Nick grunted feeling your walls fluttering around him “You’ll be my good girl from now on won’t you baby?”

“Yes-yes always a good girl for you,” you moaned. “Harder- Nick please…”

Nick’s hands were now on both your hips pulling you back into him as he slammed into you, hitting just the right spot every time. You pushed a hand between you and couch, your fingers quickly finding your needy clit rubbing it feverishly. You started to push back into Nick just as hard as he was pulling you back, loud skin slapping skin bounced off the walls.

“Oh my god Nick,” you all but squealed, your body filling with a tidal wave of pleasure as your release charged through you, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat.  

Nick’s hips got sloppy and his grunts louder, when he bucked his hips forward hard, stilled and you felt his seed spilling deep inside you as his shout of your name echoed through your apartment.

Both breathless, Nick pulled out of you and helped you stand, wrapping you in his arms, your head resting on his chest over his heart, hearing it beat loud. He peppered the top of your head with kisses, before grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger titling your head back kissing you sweetly, his lips fitting with yours perfectly,

“I love you,” Nick said into your lips.

“Love you too,” you pulled back smiling up at him.

“Shower?” Nick smirked at you and you nodded back.

You both went to walk into the bathroom when you heard loud buzzes coming from your small hallway. You both rushed over to the pile of discarded cloths searching for your phones. You found yours first, looking down at Liv’s name flashing on the screen,  

“Hey Liv.”

“Y/N, I’ve emailed you the details of the case, the hotel address and your plane tickets, there are four victims in Miami that I need you guys to question, make sure you tape them so Barba can use it. You’ll meet Amaro at the airport tomorrow morning. You’ll fly out then and do all the questioning the following day.”  

“No worries Liv. Will do.”

You looked into your bedroom where Nick was on the phone. He let out a hearty laugh and shook his head smirking,

“Ok Fin copy that. Night”

“You heard?” You made your way to him once you’d both ended your calls.

“I did, pack your bags baby, we’re going to Miami.”

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[cutiepisenpai]

Gifted part 6

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, No happy ending, Oral sex(Male receiving) vaginal penetration, unprotected sex. graphic crimes. 

***Flashbacks are in italics***

Sirens are roaring in the distance, red stained clothing, blood pools into the grass below. Morgan is kneeling over Y/N trying to apply pressure to the wounds gushing blood. “Just hold on, Y/N help is on the way. Hold on.” Morgan says to an unresponsive Y/N. He looks up to see the ambulance approaching, “OVER HERE!! WE HAVE A FEDERAL AGENT DOWN AND NEED MEDICAL.” Morgan yells to the medics approaching. He looks down to Y/N her eyes start to close, “NO NO! COME ON NOW. KEEP YOUR EYES OPEN. YOU’VE GOT TO STAY AWAKE!.” He shouts. The medics rush over to get her on the gurney and into the ambulance. Morgan climbs in the back with them as they speed off to the hospital. 

Four month earlier: Spencer and Y/N were spending the night separately in their own apartments. Y/N is repacking her go bag enjoying a glass of wine as she dances through her apartment listening to music she knows Spencer doesn’t like when the phone rings. She looks at the caller smiling before answering, “Hello my beautiful buzzy honeybee.” She says into the phone. She is met with a deep sigh, “Why do you call me that?” “Honeybee’s are essential to life and you are essential to mine.” She giggles out. Spencer is happy she wasn’t there to see him blush, he had luckily gotten it under control after the first few weeks of dating. “So you finally take some time to yourself and you what? Want to spend your night on the phone with me?” She asks. “I was reading The Magical Mathematics of Quantum Physics but I kept thinking about you.” He replied. “You know I think about you too when we’re not together but we decided that a night apart would be a good break. You are still welcome to come over if you like. I would come to you but I’m on my second glass of wine.” She says waiting for his response. “No it’s ok I just wanted to hear your voice, I’ll um I’ll see you in the morning right?” “Bright and early, sunshine.” She sings out. “Goodnight my love.” He laughs out before hanging up. The next morning just like she said she picks up Spencer and they head to work. The young couple walks into the office hand in hand, which they have been doing since the team found out about them dating. The team doesn’t have a current case and very little paperwork to get done so they are hanging around the office mostly chit chatting. Spencer, even though he doesn’t need more coffee is on his third cup of the day. Y/N is sitting on his desk talking with JJ and Prentiss when Spencer comes over with his coffee. After he takes a sip and sets it down Y/N picks up the mug taking a quick sip before scrunching her face at the taste, “My god how do you drink that? I think I can feel a cavity forming as we speak.” She chirped. Spencer picks up the cup and takes another sip, “Taste fine to me.” He grins. “Um are you not going to say anything about the amount of germs that spread from you two sharing a drink?” JJ asks. They look at each other before sharing a quick kiss, “I don’t see why that would be a problem with her.” Spencer says smugly. 

Now at the hospital Morgan is pacing back and forth arms and torso covered in Y/N’s blood. The rest of the team has rushed in taking in the scene before them. “What happened? Is Y/N alright?” Spencer is the first person to say anything. “She is in surgery right now and they haven’t told me anything.” Morgan responds. “Morgan what happened at the park you two were supposed to be surveying the dump site?” Hotch asks. “We were, um we got to the park and she was saying there was something strange about the dump site and the unsub that something was off that it didn’t feel right.” Morgan starts thinking back to the earlier events, “ We headed down the ditch where the body was left and Y/N said the staging seemed off. She said she couldn’t figure out exactly what it was but it wasn’t making sense. When we walked back up we were discussing the case. I didn’t even hear the shots the next thing I knew she was on the ground and I was trying to stop the bleeding. I’m sorry Reid.” He tells them. The comment directs the team’s attention to Reid; he jaw is clenched tightly teeth grinding, eyes red and filled with tears refusing to fall. “We are of no use to her here, we need to find the unsub.” Spencer sniffled. 

The team was on the jet flying home from a successful case, Y/N and Spencer had been in a heated argument since the case was solved. “I don’t want to watch Doctor Who. I understand that you and Garcia are fans of it but that doesn’t mean I have to watch it.” Y/N whines while yawning lightly. “It’s a great show, you should at least give it a chance.” Spencer responds. They were sitting side by side with her head on his shoulder still arguing. “Just one episode I promise you’ll love it.” He bargains. “No because I will keep watching it because I love you and have an issue telling you no since you’re so cute.” She says deep yawn coming out afterward. Spencer smiles at how adorable she is. “It will be fun Garcia can join and she’ll make it more fun.” “Uh uh and don’t you dare tell her she never gives up she…..” Y/N trails off falling completely asleep on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around her shoulder pulling her in closer to him and gently kissing the top of her head. “Oh you two are grossly in love. Get a room.” Prentiss jokingly gags out at them. 

The team is back at Quantico since the original case they were working on was local. “So are we looking for a different unsub or are these two incidents related.” Rossi asks. “If they are related and had something to do with the BAU why would the unsub only choose to shoot Y/N, I was right there they had a clear shot.” Morgan questioned. “Ok if you’re up for it we need to do a cognitive interview and see what Y/N was trying to tell you.” Hotch says. “The case started that morning and we were brought in and briefed. This was the third dumped body found just outside of a park in the DC area. You split us up into teams, me and Y/N were sent to check out the dump site.” Morgan starts by saying. “Okay, so what happened next, I need all the details, even the ones unrelated to the case?” Hotch asks. “On the drive up I was giving her a hard time. You know, asking about how things were going between her and Reid, they are practically attached at the hip these days. “So what’s going on with you two? Getting ready to head down the aisle soon?” Morgan laughed out. “Shush it, we are not there yet don’t try to pressure us into anything.” Y/N retorts. “I’m just saying I’ve seen how he looks at you since day one. I wouldn’t be surprised.” “Oh and how is that?” Y/N asks. “Like you are the answer to life itself. I mean seriously what’s the wait?” “What’s the wait? Are you ready to get married?” Y/N argues. It didn’t seem like much at the time we all know she isn’t very forthcoming with personal information but now I don’t know. When we first got to the park she looked around and said something was wrong. “What was wrong?” Hotch asks. “These are all very remote parks off of hiking trails and in wooded areas, but the bodies were all found relatively fast within a few hours of them dying.” Y/N said as they walked down into the ditch. “I mean look at this it was definitely just a disposal site there is nothing suggesting the victims were killed here.” Y/N adds. “No tire tracks so our unsub has to be physically fit enough to carry a dead body into this ditch.” Morgan said. “So it’s possible our unsub was the person who called in saying he found the body. This is not a well trafficked area and it would be slim chances that the bodies would have been found so quickly.” Y/N said as Morgan helped her out of the ditch. Standing and surveying the surrounding area Morgan turns to look at Y/N and sees as the first shot hits her in the chest, the second in the shoulder and the final shot hits her in the head. Blood sprays as she falls to the ground. It happened so fast I didn’t even hear the gunshot.” Morgan finished explaining tears spouting from his eyes. “This isn’t your fault Morgan, you couldn’t have possibly known what was going to happen.” Hotch says. “I was standing right there and did nothing. If she doesn’t make it. Reid, he’ll never forgive me.” Morgan muttered. “Y/N is a fighter and so long as there is hope we can’t give up.” Hotch says. Spencer had looked through the case file so many times looking for more information hoping to find something, anything really. He was trying to keep it together, to keep his mind off of Y/N for now, if he focused on her, he would be of no use to the team and they needed to find out who did this. 

The team did not have a current case, something they were all thankful for. They had back to back cases for weeks, lucky if they got a few hours to go home before almost immediately being called back in, but today they were catching up on all of the paperwork they had put off over the weeks. The day had been relaxing, as relaxing as paperwork could be but no one was complaining. Y/N had disappeared for a while claiming that she was looking for something related in the archives and Spencer decided to go look for her. Spencer walks in to see Y/N pulling file after file out of the cabinets grumbling to herself. “Hey, I thought you came to get one file what are you doing?” Spencer asks. “Ugh, none of these are in the right place! What is the point of filing them if you’re going to do it wrong?! So now I’m fixing it!” Y/N yelled. Spencer walks up behind her, rubbing her shoulders and moving down to rub down her arms and taking the file out of her hand, tossing it onto the cabinet in front of them. “It’s going to be ok, sweetie.” He says soothingly, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on her neck. “Mmm, don’t start that.” She huffs out. “Start what?” He asks, placing more kisses on her neck, “I’m just trying to help you relax.” “Relax huh, if that is what you want then you need to get your lips off of my neck.” She whines. “If you say so.” is all Spencer says before turning her around to face him and pulling her into a kiss. It’s feverish and messy, teeth clacking and panting as he bites down on her lower lip. “We have to stop… anyone can walk in.” She moans out. Spencer attaches his lips to the junction on her neck biting down and sucking hard making her whine and moan loudly. She is tugging on his shirt when he abruptly moves away. With a smirk on his face, “We should get back to work before someone comes looking for us.” Y/N rolls her eyes grabbing the file she originally came in to get. “Hey wait.” She says to Spencer pulling him back towards her. He looks at her questioningly waiting to see what she is going to say next. “That was not very nice of you, honeybee.” She says while pulling him back towards her, she reaches up to caress his cheek before bringing her hands back down and readjusting his tie. “I’ll get you back for that later, you’ll never see it coming.” They leave the archive room walking back into the bullpen when Morgan pokes at Y/N’s neck stating, “Hmm, did you two have fun in there? You didn’t have that when you left.”  

The team had received little information on Y/N’s condition from the hospital; so far what they had heard was that the bullets in her chest and shoulder had been successfully removed and they were still working on the one in her head. “So there is information on the bullets that Y/N was shot with.” Rossi says, pausing to look at Reid before continuing, “The bullets used were .338 Lapua Magnum and they had her first and middle name engraved in the bullet.” Rossi finished. “A sniper?” Spencer asks. “Those rounds are common among military snipers,”Morgan adds. “There is more to it, there is something you all don’t know about Y/N.” Hotch tells the team, “Something like what?” Prentiss asks. “Before Y/N came to the BAU she worked with the DoD (Department of Defense).” Hotch says, “Yea we know, when she first started Garcia looked into her.” JJ says. “We know that but even you don’t have access to what’s inside those DoD files. What you hear here right now does not leave this room. Y/N worked specifically for the NSA. Her work with the NSA included the creation of specific programs that can be used to spy on citizens. Alongside that she also for a short period of time was a sniper with the NSA. There are no specifics on her work, none of us have clearance for that and she is not permitted to speak on any of this.” Hotch finished saying. The team is silent, still taking in the information. “So you’re telling us this for a reason?” Morgan asks “When Y/N was working as a sniper she had a very specific way of taking down a target. She used .338 Lapua Magnum bullets and she hit every target in their joints to insure survival so they can be interviewed later on. So this looks personal. I think that the unsub had encountered her beforehand and killed those other people to get us to come out until he could get a shot in and in this case it worked.” Hotch explained. “But if this has to do with her work at the NSA what can we do? They aren’t going to give us any information.” Prentiss asks, “We just have to work with the bit of information that we do have.” 

Spencer and Y/N were on a hill of a local park. Spencer had set up a night time picnic for them. They laid on the blanket looking up towards the sky, they had binoculars as they looked at the night sky. “So of course we have Ursa Minor by far the easiest constellation to find.” Y/N says looking up at the night sky. “And there is Regulus leading into Leo” She said next. “Stargazing was a good idea. You look so beautiful in the moonlight.” Spencer says, smiling at her. She puts down the binoculars to look over to him reaching out and running a hand through his hair. “This was a nice change of pace. We are practically inside all of the time nowadays.” She says The moment is nice it is as if time stills. They scooch in close to one another kissing as they lay on the blanket. The moment is sweet but ends quickly when a bug lands near Y/N causing her to jump and screech fleeing from the bug. Spencer wants nothing more than to come to her rescue but her reaction is so endearing and he just lays there and laughs. She picks up a pillow to wack him with, “It’s not funny Spence!” She yells. He stands up to hug her, “I know I’m sorry. We can pack up and go home.” They drive back to Spencer’s apartment to retire for the night. After showering they climb into bed. “Are you wearing my shirt?” Spencer asks even though it is obvious. “Yes, it smells like you. If you want it back by all means.” She says with a wink. Grabbing the back of her thigh and pulling her legs to wrap them around his waist. “You’re so beautiful you know that.” He says. Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, “I love you.” she whispers. “I love you too.” Spencer whispers back before taking her lips into his kissing her passionately. His hands run under the shirt and her back gently caressing her sides. Y/N tightens her legs around Spencer flipping them so that she was now straddling his hips. She leans down sucking on his neck leaving a bruise in her wake. She raked her hands down his chest reaching the hem of his shirt and pulled back taking the shirt to pull off of his body. Y/N kisses all over his chest, light gentle kisses trailing down to his happy trail. “So are you up for something more?” She says between kisses. He looks down making eye contact groaning at the sultry look in her eyes and nods. She taps his thigh signalling him to raise his hips so she can pull off his pajama pants along with his boxers. Laying herself between his thighs she kisses the tip of his semi-hard cock making his breath hitch. Wrapping her lips around the head and sucking gently until he becomes fully erect. She continues to tease him pulling off of him before licking down the underside of his cock and coming back up tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. “Stop teasing. Y/N” Spencer moans out gripping her hair in his hands. 

She wrapped her lips around the tip again, tongue swirling and she bobbed down engulfing him inch by inch. She moaned the vibrations sending shivers down his spine. Heat took over her body arousal soaking the thin cotton panties she wore. She swallowed the last few inches before she felt tightness in her throat causing her to gag. “Can’t take it?” He challenges laughing. She squeezed her thumb before surging forward taking all of him in hallowing her cheeks and sucking hard receiving a strangled noise and he bucks his hips up into her mouth. She pulls up sucking the entire way before pulling off with a pop. Spencer’s chest is heaving as he pants. Y/N had slid off her panties but kept his shirt on when she climbed back onto the bed. Spencer who has caught his breath is now sitting up back against the headboard licking his lips at the sight before him. Y/N gets to the head of the bed and straddles his lap once again scooting close to him but not touching. “Tell me honeybee what is it that you want?” she says as she runs her hands through his hair brushing it back. He grabs at the hem of the shirt she is wearing pulling it up off of her. Reaching out to take a nipple between two fingers pinching and rolling the nub eliciting a moan from her, “I want you to ride me, kitten.” She surges forward to kiss him and when she does he lifts her hips up bringing her closer to his cock rubbing between her slick folds. She lowers herself down on him, a muffled groan into his mouth. She raises herself up before lower back down again setting a steady pace. Spencer pulls on Y/N’s hair exposing her neck to him and he latched on suckling leaving a bruise. She reached between them rubbing circles on her clit. It wasn’t long before she quickened the pace and tilted her head back in ecstasy panting roughly with each thrust. She can feel her orgasm rapidly advancing. “I’m close” She whispers in Spencer’s ear putting an arm around his neck desk pulling them chest to chest. Spencer begins thrusting upwards meeting Y/N’s thrusts feeling his orgasm close approaching. He digs his fingers into her hips lost in pleasure. He can feel her walls squirming around him and with a few more thrust he leans in for an open mouth kiss as she cries out her orgasm ripping through her body. Her body trembles and shudders sending Spencer over the edge as he releases his cum into her eager hole. Deep inhales and exhales are heard as they come down from their collective high foreheads touching. Y/N pulls off Spencer laying down on her side facing him. He reaches over gently pushing her wet bangs out of her eyes. He looks into her eyes, always bright but he can see the glazed over dew before they flutter shut and she drifts peacefully to sleep. Spencer awakes the next morning bright sunlight shining through the windows. He looks down to see Y/N asleep on his chest, her hair is a mess but to him she is gorgeous. He kisses the top of her head, “Good morning love.” He says voice horse. She turns and her eyes open before immediately shutting back closed wincing at the sunlight. “Shush, go back to sleep.” She says groggily. 

The team has not been able to find any new information on the unsub. There was no evidence left at the park crime scene suggesting that anyone had ever been there. They even tried to talk with NSA but if they had any information at all they weren’t offering any assistance. Hitting wall after wall Hotch sent Garcia and Reid back to the hospital to wait and hear about Y/N. Hours later a woman in scrubs came out to speak with them. Her face was red and her eyes looked as if she was trying not to cry. “Dr. Reid, Agent Garcia. I’m Dr. Y/L/N I’m Y/N’s mother.” They knew her mother was a surgeon at this hospital but none of them thought she would be the one performing the surgery. “We got the last bullet out and intracranial pressure is coming down. But she is still unresponsive.” She explains. “So what does that mean? Is she okay?” Garcia asked. “The bullet tore through her frontal lobe. As of right now we don’t know what is going to happen. It could be a day, it could be a week. There was a lot of damage at this point and she is lucky to be alive.” She sobs out. This information is the dam that breaks Reid, tears uncontrollably flowing from his eyes as Garcia hugs him in an attempt to comfort him. Days had passed and the case ran cold, no new leads, nothing to connect the unsub. Spencer spent every chance he could visiting Y/N at the hospital. She hadn’t shown any signs of waking soon, but Spencer spent his time with her talking and reading hoping that it brought her comfort. A week later while the team was dejectedly filing the paperwork from the case they were working when Y/N got shot since there were no new leads they were told they had to move on and take a new case until new evidence presented itself. Reid is sitting at his desk, he would only talk if someone started a conversation with him. Garcia had been trying to keep his spirits up bringing him colorful figurines from her office and placing them around his desk. He is sitting at his desk staring off into nothingness when he hears the phone ring. “Dr. Spencer Reid” he grumbled into the phone. There was a nurse on the other side of the phone informing him that Y/N is awake. He jumps from his seat rushing out of the door telling no one where he is going. Arriving at the hospital he dashes down the halls towards Y/N’s room and when he opens the door and sees her sitting up, eyes open he runs over and throws his arms around her. “I’m so glad you’re awake.” He whispers. It wasn’t until he pulls back and makes eye contact that he realizes something is wrong. She smiles at him but it’s not the smile he knows, “Um hi.” She says, sounding confused. He doesn’t get a chance to ask her anything before, “Do I know you?” and those four words break his heart.   

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[sammysdewysensitiveeyes]

"Ten out of ten for originality. Zero for any chance of success."

“There’s no reason for it not to work, Father!” Shinobi protested. “It makes a perfect loop, see?” He gestured at the two TVs, duct-taped together with the screens facing each other in a bizarre kind of electronic kiss.

“She’ll crawl out of one screen and right into the next one. It’s impossible to escape!” Shinobi continued.

“Well, I admit you’re probably the first to try that particular tactic, no one else could possibly be so stupid.”

“Wouldn’t make more sense to avoid any kind of technology?” asked Maddie. “Get them in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, with no phones, no laptops, no TV screens to be found.”

“Fraid not,” Pyro interjected. “Previous victims did try that, but the ghost managed to get them anyway. One was on a motorcycle, a couple of others were parked in a car by the side of the road. Maybe she comes out of any reflective surface? We certainly could have learned more if someonehad been willing to do a little more translating of Japanese newspaper articles.”

“Ugh, you can’t expect me to do research.” Shinobi rolled his eyes. “So boring.”

“Perhaps there’s no escape, then, and you two morons will just drop dead,” Sebastian mused.

“Kindly stop smirking, Father.”

“Am I?”

“I wish you’d let me separate them,” Claudine said, frowning. “We could have Shinobi try his….idea….here-“ The pause was almost diplomatic. “-and I could take Pyro off to that remote cabin and observe the results.”

“No!” Haven insisted. “We’re going to face this together, whatever happens.”

“Even if these two were the only ones dumb enough to knowingly watch a cursed video tape,” Sebastian said. “There’s a very basic lesson here about curiosity and cats that they seem to have forgotten.”

“I’m telling you, we should have gone to Japan,” Pyro cut in. “I’ve been digging into the history of this poor girl…..seems like she had psychic powers or something, and then she disappeared under mysterious circumstances. I’ll bet we could lay her to rest properly if we uncover the whole story. Maybe she’d be willing to talk tonight, even!” He was remarkably chipper for someone under a death curse, and Sebastian could practically see the stars in his overly-excited eyes.

“Yes, Allerdyce, she’s killed everyone else who fell under this curse, but I’m sure she’ll talk to you, and then you’ll get a lucrative book deal.”

“I just want to help her find peace,” Pyro said unconvincingly. The notepad and tape recorder he was clutching to his chest didn’t really help matters.

“Maybe she’s not really a ghost. Maybe she’s a mutant who doesn’t understand her powers,” Haven suggested.

“That possibility does seem more likely than a ghost,” Sebastian said. “Admittedly, I’ve seen many strange things over years, but the very idea of ghosts is so…..juvenile.”

“Well, we know demons exist,” Maddie put in, with a grim smile.

“Whatever she is, she needs our help! I’m sure she doesn’t mean to harm anyone!” Haven said. “If Pyro’s research is correct, she’s probably hurt and traumatized. If we can get through to her, we can break the cycle.”

“It’s starting!” Claudine exclaimed, pointing at the double TVs. One of them was glowing with an eerie light, and as the group watched, dark water began dripping out of the bottom of the screen and pooling on the floor.

“Yeah, just try climbing out of that, you –“ Shinobi began, and was interrupted as the second TV was flung across the room and shattered against the far wall.

As the group watched in horrified amazement, a corpse-white hand, with blackened wounds where fingernails ought to be, reached out of the TV screen. It was followed by another, then a tangled mass of dark hair, and a stained, ragged dress that had once been white. The thing crawled along the floor with jerky, unnatural movements, almost insect-like, leaving a trail of water that smelled like mold and old stone and decay.

“Shinobi, try to talk to her!” Pyro exclaimed eagerly, holding out a tape recorder.

Shinobi was backing away, looking pale. “Uh…you guys can handle this, right? I’ll just stay out of the way. Good luck, Pyro!” And with that, Shinobi fled, intangible, though the wall.

“Come back here, test subject!” Claudine called after him. “At least wear a body cam so I can see how she kills you!”

“Damn, maybe Maddie can translate,” Pyro said, as the creature shambled it’s way to it’s feet. “You can use telepathy to understand Japanese, right? How do you say, ‘Tell me your story, I promise we’ll give you justice and a generous cut of the profits on book sales and any future movie deals.’”

But Maddie was also starring at the creature with horror, her face contorted.

“She’s not…..not a person,” Madelyne whispered. “There’s no mind in there to reach. Just….pure hate.”

“No!” Haven exclaimed. “There must be something in there that we can save. We’re going to save her!” Haven strode forward, her arms spread wide.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now,” she said. “We’ll help you.” The creature reached for Haven, and under the matted, dripping hair, Sebastian could see a mouth twisting open in malicious glee.

Sebastian could see how the next moments would play out very clearly. Haven, in her unbelievable foolishness, would attempt to hug this creature – mutant, demon or “ghost.” The creature would rip out Haven’s very human, non-ressurrectable heart, and then Sebastian would have to explain matters to the Quiet Council, and probably get “punished” with some crap assignment counting inventory or greeting new arrivals on Krakoa.

Sebastian leaped into action. He bodily shoved Haven across the room – a tad hard, perhaps, but away from danger, and towards the safety of Maddie and Claudine. With his other hand, he punched the “ghost” square in the face. There was a nasty squelch, and he found himself shaking slime off his fist. The thing lay in a dazed pile on the floor. It started to move again, and Sebastian simply picked it up, a clammy ball of skeletal limbs and filthy water and hair, and stuffed it back through the TV screen. After a moment’s thought, he grabbed the cursed tape that had started this whole mess, crushed it with one hand, and tossed it in as well. With a flick of his fingers, the screen shattered and went dark, and everything was quiet again.

Off to one side, Maddie and Pyro were helping Haven to her feet. She looked at the shattered TV screen, then looked at Sebastian. It was a familiar expression of wide-eyed, innocent surprise and self-righteous reproach, like an offended kitten.

“It’s okay, Haven,” Maddie was saying. “I’m not sure that….thing was really her anymore. I couldn’t find a sentient mind, just constant anger and hate. Like a curse brought to life. But not really alive.”

“A self-replicating curse,” Claudine mused. “Like a virus!”

Eventually, Haven would come to him with tea, and they would have a long discussion about the nature of life, and humanity, and redemption, and whether it was possible to truly save everyone. But at the moment, Sebastian just wanted a shower and a drink. He calmly wiped his brackish hands on Pyro’s uniform, and headed off to his cabin.

(Once again, I took your idea, namely Sebastian fighting the Ring ghost, in the stupidest direction possible. I guess the Ring movie/books don't exist in AU Marauders. Sadako's story is actually very sympathetic, I think Haven and Maddie would both probably be on her side, but Sebastian doesn't care, he's just gonna punch the ghost in the face.)

#alt marauders

[hazelenergy]

@bed-of-briars​ @the-road-from-calvary​

So here’s some info on how thinblood alchemy works. Kitty, I know you asked me about it so hopefully this clears things up. Antonia, I hope this has use for you, and I may be able to plague you with more history questions soon. 

What is thinblood alchemy? 

Good fucking question. Professionally, I’d say it’s the combination of high resonances with vampiric vitae and proper catalyzing substances to replicate vampiric disciplines or new powers completely. Among friends, I say it’s walking around my haven, tits out, ingesting random household items to see what happens. 

How long has thinblood alchemy been a thing?

I’ve been trying to pinpoint how long thinblood alchemy has been around and I haven’t been able to find many sources giving concrete answers. It's like they want us eradicated so our notes and research were destroyed with us. The easy answer is thinblood alchemy started booming in the late 20th century with the drug scene. Which is true. With widespread access to technology, information, and the invention of online stores- acquiring the necessary gear is easy. 

However, thinblood alchemy has been around a lot longer. I have been fortunate enough with my thinblood safehouse project to be allowed to see old notebooks passed down from alchemists- some dating from the 1980s and one delicate diary from 1947. I’m not at all surprised when the alchemists who possess these relics feel tremendous responsibility to preserve them. But there are even rarer and older documents. The alchemy notes from the dark ages work for our formulas- if you can translate their coded notes. So in truth, thinblood alchemy has been around since the creation of clan Tremere- or even earlier. 

So how does it work?

Thinblood alchemy is not like other disciplines you may have seen or used. Lots of kindred of the 13th generation or lower are embraced and immediately possess control of their disciplines. Most alchemists wouldn’t describe their craft as something that came naturally to them- it took weeks, months, or even years to experiment and find what works. Additionally, this is not a practice for the faint of heart or weak of stomach. To get the necessary ingredients requires some unsavory acts- it is a fact as true as the beast within us. 

Across the board, you need vitae. Doesn’t always have to be yours but it is awfully convenient to use what you’ve got inside. Cool you got blood, and it's yours because it’s in your possession. Now what? You need something to put it in. But it can’t be just anything. Much like a tremere needs very specific tools to do some rituals, thinblood alchemists need an alchemical cauldron or furnace. There are currently three possible ways to procure such a furnace which have developed into the three distillation methods.

The first is my preferred method. The fancy latin some of us use is Athanor Corporis, meaning furnace body. I utilize my own stomach as my alchemical cauldron. After eating or drinking the necessary ingredients, I can will the blood to ignite the furnace. Most of the time it just kinda feels like a heat radiating beneath my ribcage. On occasion it has felt as bad as taking rapid fire bullets to my gut and then pouring vinegar onto the holes...but it's rare. The benefit of this method is it allows me to keep the power or discipline in my system for extended periods of time- sometimes even as long as a month. I also can travel a lot of the ingredients on my person, swallow them, and then hunt down the right resonance. It's a very versatile method that lends itself well to being discreet. The downside is, this is a one power at a time method. If I consume a new formula, it replaces the original power. Which is a bummer and why proper planning is important. Additionally, not every thinblood has the gullet to do this. I can speak from very personal experience that I have eaten and swallowed some terrible tasting things. There are some that even I found myself vomiting back up and then immediately racked with hunger. Those that use this method have given some extreme criticism that they had to train themselves to keep stuff down or chase it with so much vitae that they nearly bond themselves. 

The second method I find morally uncomfortable and I refuse to try it. This one’s called calcinato. Instead of using your own body- which you know can’t die from drinking bleach because it's already dead, you use human vessels. You can emotionally manipulate them to match the resonance you need. You can also use drugs. You can also use sex. Then you feed them with the proper ingredients and your own vitae, and their entire body activates the formula. The alchemist can then drink a number of doses from that vessel until their resonance changes or there’s no blood left. There are a few benefits to this method. I have a sharp nose which allows me to smell resonances. I imagine that if I lacked this innate ability, finding and tapping resonances would be far more difficult or left to chance. This ensures you are getting a specific resonance every time. Additionally, the time it takes to drink from that vessel can be faster than I can swallow new ingredients and will the blood to brew. I’d possibly be hungrier, they could be full. Lastly, a thinblood that uses this method is possibly in the enviable position of possessing a herd. If they are, they could easily have multiple brews in many people- making them more prepared than I could be with pockets full of magnets. The downsides to this method are numerous- besides my personal grievances. The first is that this method quickly lends itself to masquerade breaches. Taking a bite from your vessel in the open is not a possibility if you care to play the masquerade game. Secondly, if you are separated from your vessel, what do you do? If the alchemist is someone who coerced or drugged their victims into doing this, what happens when they escape? And if they do possess a herd, what happens when your stock is depleted? Agh, it makes my stomach turn just referring to people like that ew. The second issue is the same as the first method- one power per body. 

The third method is more common but harder to distill. This method closely mirrors actual alchemy from the dark ages, where all the ingredients are poured into the athanor and distilled inside. The furnace needs to be able to conduct heat. You can use a kiln, a metalworking furnace, or modern inventions like an electric pressure cooker or as its nickname “cooking” suggests, get a meth cooker. Some asshole dubbed it fixatio once trying to give it a better street name. But since Breaking Bad aired, that name is never going to stick. Once distilled, the resulting formula can be bagged or bottled for future use. This method has the most benefits- but also the most disadvantages. It’s that reason I prefer the first method, but I have dabbled into this one to expand my knowledge.  The first benefit is that the alchemy is portable. You don’t have to hunt or lead a vessel around. You can hold a lot of different formulas inside jackets, backpacks, pockets, or my favorite i’ve ever seen- a ren faire waterskin. You can be prepared for lots of encounters, but it still takes time to imbibe the entire dose. The other benefit is its lucrative possibilities. Selling these means money in pockets. And money lets you go buy more weird shit for more alchemy. It’s also excellent for quick favors. The downsides are you have to be cautious of who you’re selling to. A lot of alchemists who use this are also drug dealers and plenty of final deaths have occured from people selling on someone else’s turf. Additionally, each brewed formula is unique to their alchemist. In intelligent hands cough TREMERE (or even an alchemist armed with Tremere secrets) it can be traced back to you… or worse. Travelling around with blood bags, vials, or a waterskin can be tricky too. You have to take care that you don’t burst or break any of these creations. Oh you fell? Better hide that pool of blood spilling out from your sweatshirt pocket. On top of that, most of these aren’t shelf stable. And even if they are kept cold- some still can’t make it more than a few days before it spoils. Like the two methods before, it is a one power at a time rule. Once consumed, you gotta use whatever you drank immediately or it will fade. Lastly, the reason this is more difficult is because it requires more powerful ingredients and a stationary lab. Substitutions don’t tend to work- you gotta have the best you can get. Which gets difficult when high level preparations demand rarer and rarer ingredients.

Each alchemist is going to have their own research methods, however most of us are resorting to trial and error. However, we unanimously agree that you need to brush up on modern chemistry and learn how to hunt for specific resonances. I’ve come to learn that my sharp nose is a trait not just present in thinbloods and by some older kindred it has been dubbed “bloodhound.” I have been fortunate that I don’t need to rely on wit and observation to figure out what resonance my potential victim has. I smell it. However, those without this ability have to learn to pinpoint emotional responses and their corresponding resonance. Put simply, there are five possible resonances: Melancholic, Phlegmatic, Choleric, Sanguine, and Absent. Melancholic resonances tend to be associated with relaxation and calmness but also sadness and fear. Easy targets are stoners, funeral goers, and horror movie newbies. To me, this has an overwhelming sour smell and tart taste. Phlegmatic is content and happiness, but can also be feeling in control. This one can be one of the hardest to pinpoint, since happy feelings blend so effectively with choleric and sanguine resonances. Phlegmatic resonances have a salty smell to them. Choleric is rage and anger, but it also can be passionate and driven. Choleric resonances are typically spicy flavors, and are some of the easiest to recognize. It’s hard to mistake true anger for anything else. Sanguine is also joy and happiness, but also includes how horny someone is. Sanguine resonances are easy to find in flirtatious club goers and generally have a sugar sweet aroma. Lastly, there are those who are completely uncaring and have no resonance. This apathy is extremely difficult to pinpoint- even with my nose as it has the smell of nothing. The only distinguishable thing is that it has an overpowering bitter taste. 

Regardless of whether or not a thinblood is an alchemist, they can take advantage of these resonances to grant themselves temporary power. Most kindred need the resonance to be exceptionally potent to gain these benefits. However, thinbloods are hypersensitive to even fleeting resonances. Most of us have pieced the puzzle together that biting into a club goer equals a bit of presence for the next couple hours. But for alchemists, especially those brewing outside the body, hunting and preserving these resonances is essential for alchemy. Most resonances flicker away within fifteen minutes out of a body, so you have to act fast to get it into the formula and start brewing. 

Once the proper resonance is obtained and mixed with ingredients in the furnace, it’s pretty obvious of whether or not it worked. If it works, you have the discipline or new power until the brew is used up. If it fails, at best nothing happens. At worst, I’ve had some rough stomach aches if brewed internally. I’ve also had some mild explosions or acid seep through objects. Failure can be devastating. But it’s just a fact of the practice. 

So if it's a practice, why can only thinbloods do this?

I don’t know. I don’t think lower gen kindred can learn this. Looking at how disciplines can be gained for older vampires doesn’t seem to match how thinblood alchemy works. It much more closely resembles the paths that Tremere apprentices can choose to learn- but even they couldn’t pick up these tricks. My adoptive sire, a Tremere, tried to mimic our findings and found she could not will the blood like I or my coterie mates could. Perhaps this was part of her clan’s history and curse. However, I’ve not had other clans ever try. To most, the thought of consuming anything but blood churns their undead stomach. Some of you can’t even ingest bagged blood. The ability to eat is a rare trait in older kindred but fairly common for thinbloods. Perhaps this is why it works for us.

Additionally, thinblood alchemy allows us to replicate disciplines but also create new powers entirely. These powers may be unusable to the other clans. And I don’t mean that in the secretive way that Necromancy or Levinbolt is. Your blood is too strong and therefore isn’t affected by the slight changes in resonance and mere drops of vitae in a brew. But to a hungry thinblood, three drops of vitae, some fridge magnets, and choleric blood means we have telekinesis. 

I’m young. And if I keep playing my cards right and brewing my alchemy correctly, I’ll still be here in 40 years and hopefully can refute this entire thing with the years of knowledge I possess. But I hope this answers some questions to how alchemy works, and leaves you with plenty more for us to bargain favors for answers.

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What happened to them? Part Two - Theo Raeken x Reader x Dean Winchester

A/N: This is gonna get a bit weird, but just bear with me. It’ll all make sense eventually. Let’s just for this part think you don’t know anything from the last part, for now.

You sat in the bunker, chugging down a glass and staring at the men opposite you. “Doppelgangers huh?”

Sam continued skimming through the large book that he had struggled to get from the shelf. It looked heavy, and you were willing to bet it was. 

“The main question is why is Crowley interested in them.” Dean put his glass down, reclining in the chair.

Sam looked up, deciding to add input. “It’s a situation with two halves, like an anuke ite.”

You frowned, and so did Dean. You were glad to see you weren’t the only confused one. “What the hell is one of those?”

“Doesn’t matter.” Sam sighed. Maybe it’d be easier to explain it how it was. “So Crowley has two daughters right. But they’re not separate, they’re the same person. They don’t have to be the same age or anything, they have their own separate lives. And he wants to merge them so that they’re one person.”

“But neither of them will be a person by the end, they’ll be a monster.” Dean retorted. 

None of you were sure what would be created, but it certainly wouldn't be something pretty. 

“One of them already is.” Sam added, noticing you shaking your head.

“I feel sorry for whoever these girls are.” They were to be used as puzzle pieces, to pledge ruin and destruction upon the future. To bring Hell into Earth.

“Same.” Dean agreed, finishing his drink before standing. “I’m going to bed, you coming babe?” You’d be rude not to comply.

….

You closed your eyes, resting your head upon your pillow. Dean held you close, his arm staying hooked around your waist.

“I saw her (Y/N).” Theo told you, his muscular body quivering from the fear.

You frowned in your sleep, you didn’t recognise the voice that was saying your name.

“Who did you see Theo?” Your subconscious asked the boy who held tears in his eyes.

“My sister.” Sister. You remembered that you were the only child, left in an orphanage. You fended for yourself, hunted solo until you met Sam and Dean.

“Your sister is dead Theo. It was just another nightmare.”

A nightmare. Not real. A figment of the subconscious mind. A vivid reeling of false pretences. 

You saw yourself, a younger version. She was in class, tapping away on the internet. 

“Miss (Y/L/N), would you mind putting your phone away?” You did not recognise the woman. She was young ish, and had brown hair and matching eyes. Something in her pooled suspicion in your mind. You weren’t sure what.

“Sorry Miss Blake.”

What were these dreams? They didn’t feel like they were yours. Perhaps they were memories of another, but why were you seeing them?

“You love her.” You confronted him, pain wavering your voice. You were sure you felt the tears springing into your eyes, even though in reality they were shut.

“I’m sorry.” It was something you had heard too many times, and clearly this girl had too.

“Save your sorry Stiles.”

Stiles, Theo. You didn’t recognise either or the names or the faces they belonged to. In your job, you met a lot of people, and didn’t remember every single one. But this was definitely different.

“Gerard is going to kill us all.” You told a sheriff. Or she did. Gerard, now that was a name you recognised. You had found a link. A connection. He was ruthless, he had a particular favouritism of killing werewolves.

A hand shook your shoulder, pulling you from your intent slumber. It was Dean, and worry was implemented across his face. "We need to talk to Argent." You told him, barely blinking twice.

....

The car you were driving had belonged to Theo. It was his navy truck, and the closest thing you had to him.

You breathed, trying to calm yourself. It had been hours since you had left home, since you had faced the terror your mother had become.

Through the weeks, you and your boyfriend had been speculating about a conspiracy. There was one person you had spoken too, who gave you more information than you had learnt from books.

"Argent." You greeted Chris, Theo by your side. He had agreed to meet, even though he was busy trying to track Kate and Gerard, seeing as somehow they had gotten out of their fight alive.

"It's Beacon Hills, isn't it?" There was not even a reason for the ex hunter to question it. It was always that town. It only brought pain and suffering, which he had been a victim of first hand.

"Have you heard of demons?"

...

Theo blinked his eyes open, to find himself locked into a reclined chair. All he could smell was what he had learnt to be sulphur, and the familiar scent of blood.

"Ah, you're finally awake." The voice was British from the sounds of it, and the man was graced with black hair.

The chimera growled. He could sense he was alike to those whom had abducted him. "Theo, isn't it?"

"Who the hell are you?" His eyes started to glow.

"I'm the king of Hell."

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