#kilgrave x reader

[ophelia-writes-fics]

i like when you get mad (i guess i'm pretty glad that you're alone) [kilgrave x reader - 18+]

You're a dancer at a club, and your shift just took a weird turn.

Tags (please read!): fem!reader, degradation, some mild praise, spanking, oral sex, face-fucking, cum swallowing, penetration, choking, erotic asphyxiation, unsafe/unprotected sex, face slapping, clit slapping, masochism (reader), sadism (kilgrave), humiliation, biting, scratching, bruising, some minor blood, threats, condescension, painplay, pain kink, minor bondage, edging, orgasm delay, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, mind control, mention of voyeurism/exhibitionism, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, hair pulling, posessiveness

Word count: ~7.7k

CWs/TWs:

super dubious consent (reader likes him and consents to everything/is into the things they're doing without being compelled to, but some orders are given that can't be resisted and it's not pre-negotiated, so proceed with caution)

un-negotiated kink and unsafe choking/breathplay (i know you guys know but please don't choke anyone like this and please ask for consent in general but especially with kinks)

it's kilgrave. he's a walking red flag.

i'm not condoning anything irl, but this is fiction and i'm a kinky bitch, so i'm sexualizing this absolute maniac and i am having a lot of fun doing it lmao

You were leaning against the bar, scanning the crowd as you took your first shot of the shift. It was Friday night, with most of the crowd being well-dressed men who looked like they’d just finished with a long day of work, which meant you’d be going home with enough tips to pay your rent early. 

The most eager members of the crowd were seated near the stage, where your friend had them utterly captivated with an elaborate pole routine, so you began to search the back of the house for customers who might want something more private. A group of college girls already drunk off Red Bull and vodka, cheering and shouting compliments at the dancers with the kind of unbridled joy and solidarity that only drunk girls can summon…a man who’d clearly been dragged there by his friends, his eyes glued to his phone, his blush visible even in the dimly lit club…a bouncer pulling a particularly belligerent customer towards the door…

There. On the other side of the room was a tall, sharp-featured man in a dark purple suit, sitting alone, looking thoroughly bored with the performance onstage, glancing over at you every now and again with what appeared to be a look of interest. Perfect. 

You quickly ran a hand through your hair, took a deep breath, and plastered on your most winningly seductive smile before strolling towards him with as much ease as you could muster in six-inch stilettos. 

“Hello there, love,” you purred, leaning forward against the table he was seated at. “Is there anything I can do for you tonight?” 

You thought you’d gotten every possible response to that question before. You’d seen everything from polite rejection to aggressive groping to desperate requests for friendship or conversation, but what you’d never experienced and certainly weren’t expecting was a glance up and down your body followed by a discontented sigh and a slight frown, then a “Fine. You’ll do.” 

You opened your mouth to tell the stranger off, but before you could, he held up a finger to silence you, then leaned in closer. 

“Take me to your most secluded room. Don’t ask any questions, don’t stop to talk to anyone. Go.” 

Your head immediately began to spin. Your brain felt cloudy, as if someone had swept every thought from your mind and replaced them with a thick, impenetrable fog. Before you could try to shake the feeling away, your body was already moving, walking briskly towards the back of the club, seemingly completely independently of your own will. Get to a private room echoed over and over, clouding all the other thoughts that you were desperately trying to muster. You felt wrong, like a puppet with your limbs being jerked around by some unseen controller, no free will of your own to be found. No, not a puppet, your mind vaguely registered. A doll. 

You heard one of your friends calling you, asking something or maybe just saying hello, but when you tried to turn your head to respond, don’t stop to talk to anyone pierced your skull like a shard of ice, ringing in your ears like an intrusive thought. You didn’t stop walking even for a second. You didn’t even look at your friend. Something was very, very wrong. 

Your stomach was in knots by the time you got to an empty room, your heart racing against your ribcage like a trapped bird against a windowpane. You leaned against the wall, trying desperately to steady yourself as the strange man followed you inside. 

“Lock the door,” he ordered with a dismissive wave of his hand. The door was closed and bolted shut before you even realized you’d moved. 

You tried to say, or even think What did you do to me? But the same cold, cloudy pain overtook your head. Don’t ask questions. You shut your eyes tightly and clenched your fist as your body swayed, shaken by the unfamiliar sensation, feeling your breath grow shallow with panic. When your vision refocused, you stared at the stranger, who was tossing his suit jacket aside, reclined lazily on the couch like he hadn’t a care in the world. He fixed you with an annoyed look. 

“God, don’t grimace like that. The least you could do is give me a smile.”

Your face rearranged itself into the same winning, seductively charming smile you’d had on earlier, but you could tell that your eyes weren’t engaged. He didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, he didn’t seem to have noticed your fear at all, grinning back at you like the devil himself. 

“That’s more like it. Now, kneel for me. Arms by your sides, hands in your lap, chin up. There you are.” His smile widened as he watched your body automatically follow his orders. 

He stood up and began to pace in a slow circle around you. You felt his dark eyes piercing you, evaluating you, examining your body for any minor flaw or imperfection, even though your vision remained fixed straight ahead and your smile remained in place. The carpet dug into your knees, your stiletto heels stabbing the backs of your thighs. But still, you knelt, unmoving and obedient as he stroked your hair like you were a well-behaved pet. 

It felt good, you thought, feeling a knot in your stomach form at the realization. He was incredibly handsome, with fingers as long and slender as the rest of him. You might have invited him back here on your own even if he hadn’t performed what you were growing more and more sure of was mind control. The thought made your blood run cold, but at the same time, you could still feel how red your face was under his gaze. 

Your pulse quickened as he moved back around to face you, still with that same analytical stare. His eyes lingered on your chest as he bent down slightly, moving his hand to caress the side of your face. His thumb brushed your lower lip, still frozen in place from where he had ordered you to smile. 

“Open your mouth,” he said, and you obeyed, with another rush of arousal immediately followed by shame. He pressed his finger against your tongue, eyebrows raising as you moaned at the touch. 

He pressed harder, still keeping his hand firmly on your jaw. “You like this, don’t you? Tell me the truth, don’t hold back.” His voice was low, his tone vaguely threatening in a way you couldn’t quite place.

You nodded, mouth still agape. Your face flushed at the eagerness of your response, the embarrassment at finding pleasure in being controlled so thoroughly sinking deeper and deeper into you. You’d never felt anything like it, and the adrenaline from the initial terror of being manipulated was quickly turning into an aphrodisiac when combined with your attraction to him. 

He scoffed - a short, mocking laugh. “My god,” he grinned, straightening up. “Then you can consider yourself a very, very lucky girl.” The swell of pride in your chest wasn’t at all hindered by the way his tone darkened; you couldn’t even tell if you were genuinely delighted at having impressed him or if you were just following his orders and “considering yourself lucky.” From the way your brain clouded over and the way your cunt tightened onto nothing, it might have been both. You groaned slightly at the feeling, then quickly bit down on your lip to try and suppress the sound. 

If he noticed, he gave no outward expression. Instead, he reclined back onto the couch, his legs falling open slightly, and he beckoned you forward with a wave of his hand. 

“Come here. You can kneel at my feet where you belong.” The way he said it was so light, so casual that you could tell he wasn’t trying to be dominant or turn you on. He just genuinely believed it. God, the ego on him. Still, you started to climb to your feet to walk over. 

However, before you could even stand all the way up, he raised a hand to stop you. “Ah-ah-ah. No, none of that. You can crawl. You look ridiculous walking around in those shoes anyway.” 

You collapsed back to your knees, cringing slightly at the bruises you knew you would have tomorrow as you crawled towards him. 

“Good girl, so you do know your place,” he said, his tone taking on a thick layer of condescension as he patted your head. “Tell me, how often do you sleep with your clients here?” He barely even looked at you as he asked, staring off into the distance as if you were boring him. 

“Never,” you replied immediately. 

“Never?” He raised his eyebrows, sparing you a quick, scrutinizing glance. “Then what exactly do you do in little rooms like these?” 

“Private stripteases. Lap dances. I let some touch me if they pay me enough,” you answered truthfully, realizing only after you’d spoken that he hadn’t ordered you to do so. You prayed silently that your answer was good enough. A voice in the back of your head questioned why you were so desperate for his approval, but it was quickly overcome by another wave of lust. 

Despite the work you did, it had been far, far too long since you’d been fucked, especially by a man as pretty as the one seated in front of you. And as much as you hated to admit it even to yourself, whatever power he had was one that you desperately wanted him to use on you. You’d never been so scared or so turned on in your life, and your deep masochistic streak was begging for more. 

The man snapped his thin fingers an inch away from your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. You blinked hard, realizing you hadn’t heard a single thing he said since you answered his last question. 

“Hey,” he reprimanded sharply, punctuated with a hard slap to the side of your face. “Snap out of it. God, what’s the point of sitting around here with you if you’re not even going to listen?” 

“No, wait, I’m sorry, I just—“ 

He cut you off with a disgusted roll of his eyes. “Don’t grovel. If you’re sorry, find a way to make it up to me.” 

You swallowed hard, nodding your head, mind racing. Your eyes flicked down to his lap, then back up to his face. 

“May I…well…I mean, would you like me to…” you stammered, mentally kicking yourself for how timid you sounded. 

“What? Spit it out,” he snapped. 

“Can I please suck your dick, please?” The request was out of your mouth before you even had time to process it. 

He laughed again, the same sharp mocking laugh he’d given you earlier, fixing you with a self-satisfied smile. “Oh, you really are desperate, aren’t you? Fine. Hurry up and start. Make it good.” 

Of course, you followed his orders. The ice-cold feeling that came with trying to resist felt entirely foreign to you now, and the brain fog that set over you whenever he gave a command barely had time to take hold before you obeyed. 

You started slowly, gently licking the tip of his dick before gradually working your way down, letting your mouth adjust to the length, pressing your tongue against him as you gently bobbed your head. 

While you were still struggling to take even half of his dick in your mouth, he roughly grabbed your hair, and without warning, shoved your head down to the base of his cock. 

You choked hard, tears immediately streaming down your face, but you couldn’t get even a second of relief with the way he held you firmly in place. You took a deep breath in through your nose, but the air was immediately knocked from your lungs as he pulled your head back, then shoved you back down, thrusting forcefully into the back of your throat. You gave a stifled cry and frantically grasped at his leg, trying to get leverage to break away, but you felt him slap your hand away before pinning it against the couch cushion. 

“You can take it. You want to impress me, don’t you? Stop struggling and let me fuck your throat.”

Your body went limp, all reflexes to break away and gasp for air vanishing in an instant. You could feel yourself choking, your face dripping with spit and tears, but you didn’t care. Both his hands were twisted in your hair, pulling hard, shoving your mouth onto his cock over and over again like you were a toy. You moaned desperately, half from pain and half from delirious pleasure. After what felt like ages, he ripped you away, forcing you to look into his dark eyes.

“Put some fucking effort into it,” he hissed, releasing your hair from his wrenching grasp. “Show me why I shouldn’t get rid of you right now.” 

You immediately set to work, taking as much of him as you could in your mouth and stroking what you couldn’t take with your right hand. You didn’t know what “getting rid of you” would entail. You didn’t doubt for a second that he could kill you. You felt briefly concerned that this didn’t turn you off in the slightest before your thoughts were pulled back to the task at hand. 

You sucked hard, running your tongue against the most sensitive places you knew of, gently teasing him, just enough to hopefully make him feel as desperate as you did. Your efforts were immediately rewarded with a low moan that became an almost feral growl, feeling him thrust upward involuntarily. You doubled down, relishing in every sound you could draw from him. 

He exhaled sharply when you pulled back, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock and flicking your tongue, tasting the pre-cum that dripped from him. He reached out, hand tangling in your hair again, but not quite as hard as before. 

“Right there,” he sighed, holding your head in place, eyes shut tightly. “Fuck, there you go, right there, just like that, harder…oh, god, what a good fucking girl you are…” As you felt him get closer and closer, listening to the way he moaned for you, you felt yourself grow hot all over, more and more desperate to feel him let go, to cum down your throat.

 You whined sharply, pushing even further, your body aching all over with unfulfilled desire. You took every single inch of him, swallowing hard around his cock, pressing your nose to his stomach, ignoring the way your throat tightened and instead focusing on how badly you wanted him, how terribly you wanted to impress him…

Your efforts paid off immediately when he forcibly pinned you where you were, grabbing your hair as he came with a rough, broken shout, his cum hitting the back of your throat. 

After what felt like ages, you felt him collapse backward against the couch cushions. You pulled away, quickly swallowing the mouthful you’d accumulated, then opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue to show him how well you’d taken it. 

He softly laughed, peering at you with a slightly unfocused look before closing his eyes again, still on cloud nine, chest rising and falling quickly as the overwhelming pleasure slowly subsided. 

You leaned your head against his inner thigh, gazing up at him with a lovestruck stare. He looked so vulnerable like this, open and overwhelmed with all the sensations flooding him, a slight smile on his lips.

 A man with all the power in the world, everything he could ever want only a few words away, everyone wrapped around his little finger, and yet here he was, your head between his legs, absolutely radiant in the afterglow of his orgasm. You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. 

He really is cute, you thought, even if he is terrifying. You examined his face carefully, taking in every detail — his sharp cheekbones, his thin nose, his dark eyelashes, the soft pink of his lips, the curve of his jawline and neck. There was something almost delicate about him, hidden by how deeply intimidating he was, and you hadn’t noticed it until now. He was just…well, he was just so pretty. There was just no other word for it, even now (or maybe especially now) that his sophisticated appearance was ruffled. His hair, once perfectly combed, was messy, a few dark strands falling into his eyes. His pristine suit was wrinkled, jacket long discarded, his tie partially undone, his shirtsleeves hastily rolled up, his belt and pants unfastened, and to top it all off, his gorgeous cock resting against his stomach, still half-hard. He was a fucking vision. You could have stared at him for ages. 

You gently tapped his leg to get his attention. “You know, I don’t actually think I caught your name,” you said, batting your eyelashes a bit. Your smile faded when you were met with a cold silence. He shook his head, straightening up and brushing his hair back into place. 

“You don’t need to know my name,” he snapped, all the bliss from a moment ago having vanished as he pushed you aside, readjusting his clothes. 

You sat back, thoroughly dejected. You had thought you’d done well. You wanted to make him feel good, and you had, but it wasn’t enough. You shouldn’t have felt like this about one of your clients, but you’d never met anyone else like him, and you wanted more. 

Your heart sped up as he reached for his jacket. Gathering his things meant he would leave, and an impulse deep inside you was yelling at you to do something. This wasn’t a job anymore, you needed him. He’d gotten you in the palm of his hand, desperate and wanting, and now that you had done what he wanted, he was acting like you were invisible. You weren’t going to let things go that easily. 

You pulled yourself up onto the couch, ignoring the ache in your knees and the pain on the backs of your thighs where your high heels had dug into your skin. Before he could react, you climbed onto his lap, facing him, arms around his shoulders. You’d never broken your “no kissing clients” rule, but that rule was the furthest thing from your mind as you leaned in for a kiss, pressing your lips firmly against his. 

With your eyes closed tightly, you barely even realized he had shoved you away until you landed on your back against the leather of the couch. Your eyes snapped open, finding the man standing before you, with a look on his face that was a mix of anger and bewilderment and something else you couldn’t quite place. He opened his mouth as if preparing to ask you something, but he closed it again, turning away from you. You bit your lip as he paced slowly, his hand over his eyes. Had you read the situation wrong? Was he ashamed that he’d come back here with you? Did he not like being kissed? Had you come on too strong? Was it over the line? 

Your heart skipped a beat as he stopped, focusing fully on you. You felt cornered, like a prey animal about to be devoured. He looked angry, vengeful, his already dark eyes completely devoid of light as he approached you. 

“Strip, then bend over the couch, facing the wall. Now.” 

Chills ran down your spine as you quickly undressed. You hadn’t been wearing much before, but naked, you felt completely exposed under his cold glare. You reluctantly turned away, the brain fog coming back like a tidal wave in response to your slight resistance, and you bent over, just like he’d told you to do. You could feel yourself shaking, terrified at the idea of what he would do to you, but with a hint of anticipation that kept you from falling off the edge into panic. 

You closed your eyes tightly and tried to ground yourself in the brief moments of silence, waiting for whatever would come next, but they shot open as soon as you felt the sharp, unmistakable shock of his belt whipping you across the backs of your thighs at full force. 

You cried out involuntarily, from shock and from the stinging, nearly unbearable pain. You hadn’t even had time to compose yourself when the second hit came, the pain intensifying as he struck the same place even harder. Your skin burned and you felt your eyes well up with tears, but you could feel the heat of arousal inside you growing, your masochistic side alight with pleasure. You wanted more. 

“Fuck!” you gasped as he landed a series of quick, searing lashes across your thighs and ass. Your nails dug into the couch as you bit your lip, trying to stifle a scream as the metal buckle whipped into your skin. Your head spun. It stung, so badly you could barely take it, but it felt fucking incredible, endorphins and adrenaline coursing through your body, making every sensation electric as he kept going, relentlessly striking you over and over again. 

You were granted a temporary reprieve when he leaned in close to your ear, running his fingernails down your back, hard enough that you knew there would be marks tomorrow. 

“Don’t even think about holding back,” he hissed, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke. “I want everyone outside this room to hear you scream for mercy, and I want everyone to know you’re not going to get it.” 

Immediately he resumed his punishment, the sound of the belt hitting you again and again echoing off the walls. Your body instinctively followed his orders and you felt yourself cry out involuntarily, a broken sound halfway between a gasp and a yell. You barely even registered it as your own voice. 

Thwack. 

A particularly brutal hit made you cry out, arching your back in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. 

“Fuck, please…” you begged, feeling like you were on the verge of fainting. 

“‘Please’ what?”

Thwack. 

Thwack. 

The ice cold feeling shot through your brain like a lightning strike. Beg for mercy. Scream for it. You desperately wanted to, but at the same time…

“Harder, fuck, please, harder!” 

The words were out of your mouth before you even realized you’d spoken them. Immediately, the room fell silent. You gasped for air, still reeling from the searing pain and the frigid ache of trying to resist him. 

He took hold of your hair without warning, yanking your head around to look at him. 

“Repeat that,” he snapped. 

“I— I want it harder,” you panted, trying to force your blurred vision to focus. 

A long, tense pause. 

“You like this.” It wasn’t a question. 

“Yes, god, yes.” 

“Of fucking course you do.” 

He grabbed you, turning you around forcefully so that you were facing him, then without warning, his hands were wrapped around your neck, so tightly that you couldn’t even take a moment to breathe in, your windpipe fully constricted.  

“I bet you like this too, don’t you?” he muttered through gritted teeth. 

You nodded desperately, as best you could with your neck being held firmly in place. 

“Listen to me,” he growled. “You live and die by my orders. You have no other purpose but to please me, do you understand? Just look at you. I could do anything to you and you would love it. You get off on being whipped, you get off on being choked half to death…I could beat you senseless and you would cum from it.” 

You moaned in ecstasy, but it came out as barely a whimper. You could feel your heartbeat in your temples, your vision going dark around the edges as his fingers dug into your neck. 

“I’m going to do whatever I want to you. That’s all you’re good for. Do you understand?”

You tried to answer, but you couldn’t move. Your head was pounding, your throat feeling like it was about to be crushed. You saw stars, multicolored lights popping in and out of your vision. The darkness around the edges was rapidly expanding, bleeding further and further into your line of sight until you couldn’t see at all. 

At the last possible moment, before you could feel yourself slip over the edge into unconsciousness, he let go, dropping your limp body and watching you gasp for air, coughing and retching as you struggled to breathe in after being deprived of oxygen for so long. 

“Pathetic,” he scoffed, glaring down at you like you were nothing more than dust. 

You lowered your head, thoroughly humiliated, pressing your forehead against your knees as you gulped in mouthful after mouthful of oxygen, mind racing. He could have killed you. He could have choked you to death without a second thought and you wouldn’t have been able to stop him, you told yourself, but still, in the deepest parts of your mind, the danger thrilled you. 

You needed him to touch you, to hurt you, to ruin you. You wanted him to do whatever he wanted to you, and the thought made your stomach ache with terror as much as it turned you on. 

He caressed your hair in a way that would have almost seemed tender if he hadn’t just strangled you half to death. You looked up slightly, and he tilted your chin up so you were face to face. He moved your head slightly to one side, then the other, examining you carefully, and smiled with a sick satisfaction. 

“You’ll have bruises on your neck for a week,” he praised with a slap to your cheek. You moaned softly at the impact, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling. 

He bent down, picking you up ever so slightly to rearrange your body in the position he wanted, laying you down and spreading your legs. You could see from your position how hard he was. Your pain had turned him on as much as it had done to you. 

You stared up at him as he admired his work, stroking his cock as he gazed at the bruises and welts and scratches he’d left on your skin.  

“Come here,” you pleaded, your voice still raw and hoarse from being choked, spreading your legs further. 

He was immediately on top of you, his thin hips pressed against yours, hands wrapped tightly around your wrists. “Don’t you dare give me orders,” he spat, but despite the venom behind it, you could tell from the way his hips rubbed against you that he was as desperate as you were. You felt his cock brush against your clit as he bit down hard on your neck, surely adding yet another bruise to the collection you’d accumulated. 

You bit your lip, wanting him to just stop teasing, to hurry up and fuck your brains out, but as you were considering whether or not to try and resist his don’t give orders command, you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance. You’d known it was big, your aching throat was doing an excellent job at reminding you of that, but you still couldn’t stifle a gasp at the feeling. It was just a whole different experience like this. 

The beautiful man above you gave you a look that sent chills down your spine. 

“You want it,” he whispered, leaning in so close he could have kissed you. 

You nodded eagerly, fixing him with a pleading gaze. You hadn’t needed the command in the slightest. 

“Beg.” 

“Please…” you whined, your nails digging into your palms as you clenched your hands into fists, struggling to keep still. “Please, please…”

“Not good enough. Beg harder.” You had no idea how he managed to sound thoroughly indifferent, even while he was this hard.

Your already racing heartbeat quickened. “Please, I’m begging you, fuck me, take me, ruin me, do anything you want to me, I —fuck— I need it, I need it so badly, please, I’ll do anything…”

That same sadistic, terrifying little smile crept across his face. “Anything?” 

“Yes, anything, just please, god, fuck me!” 

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmured, before roughly thrusting into you, as deep as he could possibly get, without giving you so much as a second to adjust. 

You couldn’t even try to hold back a scream, and he had the nerve to laugh in your face as he slapped his hand over your mouth. 

“Oh, careful, don’t shout like that! They’ll think I’m doing something horrible to you in here,” he grinned, punctuating his words with hard, deep strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside you. “It sounds like you’re in absolute agony. But we both know better than that, don’t we?”

He picked up the pace, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder to fuck you deeper than you’d thought possible. 

“You know, I really thought that you’d put up a little more of a fight,” he continued, almost nonchalant despite the grin on his face and the vicious pounding he was giving your sensitive cunt. “I thought I’d have to order you to get off on the pain, or that I’d have to bash your pretty head against the wall to get you to listen. But I got lucky, didn’t I? I just happened to come across the most disgusting, most depraved little whore in the city, so eager and willing to listen, to take whatever I give you.” 

The hand that wasn’t keeping you quiet brushed against a sensitive spot on your inner thigh and you all but melted, whimpering with pleasure underneath him as he fucked you harder. 

“Oh, that’s it, let me hear you moan,” he said, throwing his head back with a growl, pulling his hand away from your mouth. “You don’t care who hears, do you? I bet you like it. I bet you love knowing that all your little friends and all your clients are hearing you get your pretty cunt ruined by a complete stranger, don’t you? You like them knowing that I hit you and choked you and you still let me fuck you like this. You just love that everyone knows that you get off on me hurting you, that everyone knows you’re just a desperate slut for pain.” He punctuated the last word with a hard, backhanded slap across your face. 

You nodded frantically, moaning your assent, hands grasping at his arms, holding on for dear life as he completely wrecked you. You felt him grin as he leaned in to bite your neck, his tongue darting over your sensitive skin as he did so. 

Your hand wandered, finding its way to his dark hair, and you couldn’t stop yourself from running your fingers through it, pulling ever so slightly, not wanting to risk his wrath again but unable to resist the temptation. Your eyes widened with surprise when he gasped and moaned, his teeth temporarily leaving your neck before he recovered and bit you again, much harder, this time on a sensitive spot just below your jaw that made you cry out. When he was satisfied with the mark he’d left, he broke away. 

“You know what would be fun?” he teased, his tone menacing as he roughly grabbed your breast. You shook your head, unable to take your eyes off him. “I’d just love to see what it would be like if you weren’t such an easy little slut.” He paused, running his hand up your body, admiring the marks he’d left with a self-satisfied look. 

“Put up a fight for me. That way, I can show you exactly how filthy whores like you deserve to be treated.” He sat up, his fingers clutching your hips so hard that you knew they’d leave even more bruises on your already aching body, never once faltering in his steady pace. 

You flew into action immediately, frantically trying to push him away, trying to kick hard enough to get him off of you, despite the fact that your body was still aching for more. He laughed, a quick cruel sound, almost surprised by how readily you threw yourself into the role of his struggling victim, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down above your head without missing a beat, leaving you even more helpless than you already were. 

You moaned, feeling the way his dick throbbed inside you when you struggled harder, trying in vain to remove yourself from his grasp. Fucking sadist. You thrashed harder, your body still reflexively following his orders, but to no avail; he had you completely pinned in place. 

Almost without realizing you were doing so, you jerked your head upward, biting the exposed skin between his neck and shoulder and digging your teeth in hard, barely even noticing how fiercely you had latched onto him until you tasted blood. 

“Fuck!” he shouted, letting go of your wrists, hands immediately moving to grab your shoulders.  You let go with a sharp inhale the moment you realized what you’d done, horrified at your own actions. He roughly shoved you down, forcing your mouth away, still fucking you harder than you thought possible. 

“God, I should fucking kill you for that, I really, really should,” he growled. He turned his head slightly to look at the bite you’d left, scowling when he saw the blood beginning to seep into the collar of his shirt. He let go of one of your shoulders to grab your chin, forcing you to stare at the damage you’d caused. 

“Look at what you did,” he spat through gritted teeth, with a wild, almost manic look in his eyes. “You think you have the right to do that? The right to defile me like that after I’ve taken such good care of you? Answer me.” 

You bit your tongue, wanting to point out that ‘taking good care of you’ had involved beating you black and blue with a belt, choking you half to death with his dick, and then strangling you until you were nearly unconscious. Sure, you’d enjoyed all of it, but still. 

“Answer me,” he repeated, harsher this time. “Or I swear to god I’ll kill you.” 

“You told me to fight back!” The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, pettiness entering your voice despite the murderous look in his eyes that made it very clear he had been expecting you to beg for forgiveness. 

He stopped moving completely. He was still all the way inside you, and you could barely stop yourself from grinding your hips against him to try and get yourself off, but you didn’t dare move. The hand that had been gripping your jaw released, moving upward to pat your cheek gently. 

“I did tell you to fight back, didn’t I?” He was mocking you, his tone sickly sweet and condescending, like you were a particularly petulant child that he was trying to discipline. Against your better judgment, or maybe just to see what he’d do about it, you nodded. 

Before you could even realize what was happening, you were in terrible pain, a pain that knocked the air out of your lungs, your eyes immediately streaming with tears from the impact. 

It took you a moment to process that he had just punched you in the face as hard as he possibly could. 

You instinctively doubled over, curling into a ball, body and mind reeling from the blow. Your ears were ringing, your vision clouded over. It felt like your brain had been shaken vigorously inside your skull, nausea welling up inside you at the sensation, all of it so severe you were afraid you might faint.

In your dazed state, you could barely absorb what he was saying to you, only catching snippets here and there: “...didn’t fucking tell you to ruin my shirt…going to show you…disgusting girls like you…”

You felt something being wrapped around your wrists as he manhandled you so that your arms were above your head. He’d bound you up with his tie, you realized, feeling the delicate silk against your aching skin. You opened your eyes as you felt his hands on your ankles, roughly pulling you so that you were lying with your legs spread for him. There was, you observed as your vision refocused, a decent bit of blood on the collar and shoulder of his shirt, a stain that you were positive would never come out. What a shame. Probably a designer shirt, too. Must have been expensive. 

You were shocked back into reality by him throwing your legs over his shoulders, bending you in half, once again filling your cunt with a hard thrust. Despite the pain still throbbing behind your eyes, which was slowly receding, you were still so, so desperate for him. You’d been close when he’d stopped, and in your hypersensitive state, you could feel your pleasure building rapidly, and before long you were writhing in his arms.

“Please, don’t stop, please,” you begged, barely even processing the words that were coming out of your own mouth. “I’m so close, I need it, please, please, I need to cum, don’t stop…”

“No,” he snapped, giving you a furious glare. “Didn’t you hear what I said? You don’t get to cum. I wouldn’t have let you cum even before you bit me like a rabid animal. What makes you think you deserve it now?” His last word broke off with an involuntary groan, his pace growing erratic in a way that told you he was close to a second orgasm. He inhaled sharply, collecting himself before doubling down. “Don’t cum. No matter how close you get, hold it. Do you hear me? Do. Not. Cum.”

Despite his orders, you felt your muscles begin to tighten, your pleasure mounting in a way that normally would have sent you over the edge, but nothing happened. You physically couldn’t cum. The feeling just kept building and building, far past what you thought was your breaking point, never stopping, overwhelming you to near-madness and never giving you a moment’s relief, and you bit your lip to stifle a scream. 

“Oh, don’t try to act all pitiful now,” he growled, punctuating it with a hard slap to your already oversensitive clit that made you cry out. “You know damn well that you earned this. And if you ever try to bite me like that again, I’ll make this permanent, do you hear me?”

Your eyes flew open, widening in terror. He couldn’t do that. Could he? 

The look on his face told you that he absolutely could. 

“Oh, it’d wear off eventually,” he purred, leaning in closer as if he were about to kiss you, his fingers just barely teasing your clit, his delicate touch unbearable in your hypersensitive state. “But I could tell you not to cum, over and over and over again, and you’d have no choice not to obey. I could keep you this close for days, weeks, months, maybe years if I wanted to, and drag you around with me like a needy little pet. I could order you to follow me around, to never leave my side. I could put you on a leash. I could parade you naked all over town, let everyone see how badly you want me, even with bruises and cuts all over you.” The thought sent a painful jolt of arousal through you, your legs shaking as you tried desperately to keep yourself from moaning at the idea. He grinned at you, making it very, very clear that you were doing a terrible job at hiding it. 

“Oh, of course that turns you on. Fucking depraved, aren’t you? Are you like this for everyone you meet, or do you just want me that badly?” 

You couldn’t form a concrete thought, let alone focus hard enough to give him an answer, but you knew his monstrous ego would love it if you could. You just wanted him that badly. 

His hand wrapped around your neck, not quite enough to choke you but hard enough so that you felt the marks from when he had. “God, who would have thought that this would be so fun? Beating and fucking a pathetic little thing like you, I barely had to order you to do a thing,” he teased, panting as he fucked you faster. “I’m going to cum inside you, and you’re going to like it. Beg for it. Do it. Now.” 

“Please,” You gasped for air, voice coming out as a choked whisper. You were in agony, every inch of your body burning with pain and anticipation and need for an orgasm that kept building and just wouldn’t happen. Burning hot tears were streaming down your face; you couldn’t stop them even if you wanted to. “Please, do it, cum inside me, I don’t care what happens, I need it, just…” 

Your pleading broke off into a desperate wail as he brushed a strand of hair out of your face. Even the gentle motion, combined with every other sensation you were feeling, was absolute torture, too much for you to bear. He grinned as you pulled away, trying to escape any more stimulation. 

“Oh, god, you look so damned pathetic…oh, god, fine, do it, cum for me, I want to see you break, just do it now--” His voice cracked, his hands desperately clutching at your hair as he came inside you with a desperate moan, feeling you tighten around him, burying his face in the crook of your neck.  

Your body went completely rigid at his command and you came hard, the feeling so intense that it felt like your skin was burning all over. You were vaguely aware that you were thanking him, over and over, unable to control the words coming out of your mouth. He silenced you with a forceful kiss, the first one he’d given you all night, and you melted into his touch, thoroughly overwhelmed. 

You felt his hips twitch, still riding out the last of his orgasm as you deliriously wrapped yourself around him, clinging on for dear life, moaning with ecstasy. 

Finally, he broke away from the kiss, and your body fell limp, overstimulated past your breaking point, so much so that you vaguely wondered how you were still conscious. Your legs dropped from where he had propped them on his shoulders and you lay there, trembling like a leaf, feeling the warmth of his cum inside you. 

When you finally collected yourself enough to see straight, you worked your wrists out of the now-loose binding of his tie, then raised your head to look at the man still lying on top of you. His head had dropped onto your chest, his eyes closed. He looked so still and gentle that you wondered if he was asleep.

You reached down, stroking his hair gently with shaking hands, remembering how much he’d liked it before. You wanted to have this little moment of vulnerability with him before he went all cold and ruthless again. He sighed, pressing himself further into your bare chest and wrapping his arms around you. You couldn’t hold back a smile as pride swelled inside you. You felt like you’d tamed some kind of monster, and really, you thought to yourself, you had. You could practically feel the bliss radiating off of him along with the warmth of his skin against yours. 

You leaned your head back, staring at the ceiling as you gathered yourself. You were sore all over. Your muscles burned from how tight they’d been for so long, your throat ached when you swallowed, and you still had a pounding headache from the punch to your face and the way he’d choked you. Your body had already begun to bruise, but you couldn’t stop smiling.

“It’s Kilgrave.” 

You looked up, vision still slightly clouded with pleasure. “Hmm?” His face was turned away, expression hidden. 

“My name. Kilgrave.” 

You grinned harder. You’d won.

“It’s pretty,” you giggled, giving his hair a playful ruffle. 

He quickly smacked your hand away, sitting up and pulling out of you with a scoff. Ah. There he was. 

“Shut up. Don’t even think about it.” 

“What?”

“You know what,” he snapped, reaching for his jacket. “Don’t play innocent now, especially not when you look like that.” 

You glanced down at your body. He had absolutely wrecked you, but your smile never faded as you looked back at him. 

He rolled his eyes, but there was no venom behind it, or at least none that you could detect. “Filthy little thing,” he muttered, re-buttoning his shirt. 

You sat up, stretching your sore muscles as he composed himself quickly. You were amazed at how he could go from looking absolutely delirious with pleasure one moment to looking like this the next, all put together and polished as if he hadn’t just fucked you into oblivion. 

“And where are you off to?” you said, glancing around the room, trying to find where he had tossed your clothes after you’d taken them off. 

“You don’t need to know that.” He walked quickly towards the door, but paused as he realized that you were still looking at him. He sighed with frustration, but still turned around to look back at you. 

“I’ll be back next week, if I decide you’re good enough for me to use again. In the meantime, don’t even think about opening your legs for anyone else, do you understand? I don’t want you catching anything and giving it to me.” His tone was bitter, but you could still sense something almost fond behind his words. “Now, once I leave, you’ll wait five minutes, then go out there and put on the best show of your life for all those sad desperate men out there, with my cum dripping down your thighs. Understand?” 

Ah, you realized. Not fondness. Possessiveness. Even better. You nodded, barely managing to suppress another proud grin. He gave you what you assumed was supposed to be a contemptful look before turning again to leave, but he might as well have given you a kiss on the forehead with how good it made you feel.

“Bye, Kilgrave,” you called as he left, giving him a playful wave. 

He looked back. He didn’t answer, but the facade slipped for just a moment as he blew you a quick kiss, and then he was gone, grinning like a man who had all the power in the world as he closed the door behind him. 

A/N: this is the first part of a series! if there's enough interest, i'll post the next parts :) Like, rb, and/or follow if you enjoyed, and thank you so much for reading!

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[djazzyhands]

Cuddles

A soft breeze blew through the open window, making the curtains flutter as I pulled the duvet up to my chin. It was already way past midnight when I heard him enter the room, quietly making his way to the other side of the bed. I watched him with heavy eyelids as he exchanged his suit for something more comfortable and slid under the covers, immediately cuddling up to me.

"Love, are you still awake?" he whispered softly.

"Mhm", I murmured back.

Kilgrave chuckled and wrapped his arms around my waist, eagerly taking on his role as the big spoon. Holding me close, he carefully placed little kisses all over my face and I hugged his arms in return, giggling slightly as his stubble tickled me.

With a satisfied groan, he buried his nose in the crook of my neck and slowly but surely, I was drifting off to sleep, melting in his embrace.

"Love?" Kilgrave whispered after a while, pulling me from my slumber.

"Hmmm?" I crooned in response.

"Is this okay?" he asked me, a hint of insecurity seeping through his voice.

"What?" I frowned, turning to face him.

"This way of... cuddling? Is there any way it'd be more comfortable for you?" he explained.

I smiled and gently cupped his face, moved by his concern.

"This is fine, Kil", I assured him.

"Are you sure? Because you know that all I want is to make you happy. You deserve only the best", he insisted.

"Yes, I'm sure", I chuckled, pulling him closer, and brushing my nose against his.

A frown tugged at his eyebrows. He didn't seem very convinced and was just about to question me further, when I kissed him, shushing him instantly.

"Good night", I cooed and turned around, pressing my back to his chest again.

Kilgrave, however, gave a doubtful grunt, and I felt him shift as he sat up, leaning over me defiantly.

"I'm sorry love, but I don't believe you", he sighed and I felt an uneasiness well up in my stomach.

"Kil, I-", but he interrupted me.

"Tell me how you want to be cuddled right now", he demanded.

Immediately, my mind went foggy and my control faded away as I tried to suppress the words begging to be spoken.

"I want you to be as close to me as possible because your scent comforts me and your warmth makes me feel safe. I want your arms around me, our legs entwined and my head on your chest, so I can listen to your heartbeat. That's how I want to be cuddled", I heard myself say.

With the realisation of what I'd said, the fog lifted and my face flushed a bright red. I rolled on my back, and as I looked up at him, a smirk formed on Kilgrave's face.

"See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" he grinned, clearly pleased with my answer.

"Kil!" I groaned, rolling my eyes, "You promised you'd never use your powers on me again!"

"I know sweetheart, I'm sorry. But I had to, you wouldn't tell me otherwise", he defended himself, trying to pull me back in his embrace.

"Because it's embarrassing and completely unnecessary!" I retorted, refusing to give in to him.

"Embarrassing? In what way, love? As for the necessity of it all, it's important to me that I know what you want, so I can give it to you", he purred, trying to distract me with feather-light kisses, placed strategically around the weak spot just behind my ear.

"Kil, wait-" I whimpered, barely able to resist him.

Kilgrave grunted stubbornly, gripping my waist.

"Kil, please", I repeated, a little firmer this time.

He let out a sigh and pulled back, eying me pleadingly.

"Look, I won't do it again, alright love?"

"You always say that", I retorted.

Kilgrave rolled his eyes, rubbing a hand across his face.

"I'm... I'm trying. You just don't know how hard it is to painstakingly choose every single word I say! Most of the time I'm not even aware of it", he huffed.

"You knew exactly what you were doing just now", I pulled up an eyebrow.

"Well..."

"No", I snapped, tired of his excuses, "You lied to me."

"Oh, come on love-" he tried, fingers tracing my palm, trying to calm me down.

"I can't trust you anymore!" I confessed, pulling my hand from his grasp and sitting up.

As I met his gaze, I saw a glimpse of pain in his eyes, and a flash of guilt washed over me. I'd hurt him. But it was the truth. I couldn't live with the fear of being one of his mindless puppets again.

"Can't you see how hard that is for me?", I continued.

"For you?" he scoffed, sitting up as well. "You really have no idea, do you?"

"Of what?"

"Of not knowing when people do things because I tell them to, or because they want to", he sighed.

"Oh..." My stubborn gaze on him faltered slightly.

"See? You hadn't even thought of that! You don't have the faintest idea of what I'm going through. Maybe you should consider that, before barking orders at me", he grimaced.

My eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

"Look who's talking!" I shot back. "You're the one bossing everyone around all the time. And I bet you've never thought about how we feel when you control us, have you?"

Kilgrave opened his mouth to defend himself, but I cut him off.

"Of course, you haven't! All that matters is you, isn't it? Y'know, if you actually cared enough to actually ask us what we want, and believe us when we answer, you might find out if what we're doing is genuine."

"I do care!" Kilgrave argued, his fists clenching the blanket. "I care a whole lot! That's why I'm going through all this trouble to try and keep myself from controlling you!"

I didn't believe him. He'd taken over my mind countless times, over and over, and I was far too angry to listen to him.

"It's not working, though, is it? You just can't stop yourself. You just have to be in control!" I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, so that's how it is", Kilgrave scowled. "I do whatever I can to make you happy, I give you everything you want, I even do the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my entire life: not using my powers on you, not even accidentally, but I slip up one time, and suddenly I'm a selfish bastard!"

"Well, if it's really that hard, why don't you just let it go, hmm? Just control me then, if it's such a bother for you to give me free will", I glared at him.

"How many times-" he sighed, frustration contouring his face.

"Go on then", I spurred him on.

No!" he bellowed, rising to his knees. "I'm not gonna do that!"

"You just did", I frowned scornfully, "And last week, and the week before that, and-"

"Those- Those were accidents!" He flailed his arms in the air desperately. "I don't want to control you!"

"Then stop!" I spat furiously.

"I can't!" he blurted out, covering his mouth immediately, but the damage was done.

"Oh, so you can't?" I scoffed, my voice laced with venom. "And why's that?"

"Because..." he faltered for a second, eyes softening slightly, "Because you'll leave me!"

He sunk back against the headboard, and the anger in me suddenly faded away, confusion and concern taking its place.

"W... What?" I uttered, eyes wide as I stared at him.

Kilgrave sighed, his gaze dropping guiltily.

"If I don't keep you here, you'll leave", he repeated, still not daring to look up.

"I- I know that I don't deserve you, I know that you'd be happier with someone else", he continued hesitantly, "I try, I really try to be worthy of you, Y/N. But I'm not. And I'm scared that, if I lose my control over you, you'll see that too."

Kilgrave finally looked up, his eyes brimming with tears. Catching his gaze, there was a deep sorrow in them that broke my heart, and I was unable to keep myself from lunging towards him, wrapping my arms around his torso. 

He leaned into the touch intuitively, and I pulled him with me as I fell back on the bed, him on top of me, his head resting on my chest. Still embracing him tightly, I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. He buried his face in my neck, pulling me as close as possible, and as I continued to rub his back, he started to shake. I was a little confused at first, I'd never seen him cry before, but now he sobbed into my shoulder, clinging to me desperately.

"Shhh", I cooed gently, reaching up to run my fingers through his tousled locks.

"You were right... I am a selfish bastard", he mumbled, propping himself up on his elbows to look at me.

His eyes were red and full of guilt.

"You're not", I smiled sadly, cupping his face in my hands, wiping away tears that still rolled from his cheeks.

"There's nothing selfish about wanting to be loved. We all do."

"But I-... I keep you here against your will and-"

"You're wrong, Kil," I interrupted him, "I do want to be with you. I love you. I just don't want to lose myself. I want to make my own decisions, have my own thoughts and opinions."

Kilgrave nodded slowly as he rolled onto his side and slid his arms around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm so sorry."

"Hmmm," I mumbled, kissing his cheek. 

"I promise to do better, Y/N. I'll do anything you want," he vowed earnestly, locking his eyes with mine. "Just, please, don't leave me. Please. I want to change, but I need your help."

I let out a soft sigh, smiling up at him. Tracing his jaw lazily, I pecked his nose, and his eyes lit up slightly. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Kil. We'll figure this out. Together." 

"Yeah?" he beamed hopefully.

"I promise," I nodded, "But that does mean no controlling me anymore," I warned him.

"Will you be more honest with me then?" he bargained carefully.

"Alright," I rolled my eyes, smiling up at him.

Kilgrave purred happily and pulled me in for a kiss. His lips crushed down on mine hungrily, and he hoisted me on top of him, his arms still wrapped tightly around my waist. Gently caressing my sides, his lips trailed down my neck until he got to a particularly sensitive spot, tenderly nipping at the soft skin. I let out an involuntary moan and I felt him grin against my neck proudly. Tracing his way back up, he leaned in to kiss me again, shifting me to the side so I could rest my head on his chest. Kilgrave chuckled softly when I cuddled closer and ran a hand through my hair, pecking my forehead. 

"You really didn't have to ask, though", I mumbled.

"Hmmm?" Kilgrave crooned.

"The way you held me earlier was perfectly fine", I explained. 

"Perhaps I didn't have to", he shrugged, "But I wanted to."

He grinned and I rolled my eyes fondly. 

"What? I told you, only the best for you, my love", he cooed, nuzzling the crook of my neck.

"You are unbelievable", I giggled as his stubble tickled me lightly. 

Kilgrave hummed approvingly. "I know", he smirked.

"Now come here, you", he beamed, his hand sliding down my upper leg, gripping my thigh and pulling it over his.

"Exactly like you ordered", he winked, and I blushed, realising we laid just as I'd described. 

Beaming up at him, I caressed his cheek and as I studied his face, I got lost in his eyes. Not a trace of the pain I'd seen in them before. Just love. An overwhelming, all-consuming kind of love, and I couldn't quite believe it was all for me. 

"Good night, love", he purred, pulling me even closer to his chest. 

"Good night, Kil", I smiled, burying my nose in his silky pyjama shirt. 

Safely tucked away in his arms, I let out a soft yawn, my eyes drooping slightly. 

"I love you", he whispered sincerely, giving my waist a reassuring squeeze. 

"I love you too", I replied, and I could hear his heart beat just a little bit faster.

Letting out a happy sigh, he dozed off easily, and protected by a quietly snoring Kilgrave, I soon drifted off to sleep too.

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[multifandomfix]

Sex With Kilgrave Would Include

He’s going to want a strip tease from you. He loves when you put on a show and he won’t be shy about using his power on you if you hesitate.

After he gets an eyeful of you, he’ll want you to get on top of him, leaving you to do most of the work at the start.

If he’s feeling adventurous, he’ll let you gag him so he can’t influence what you’re doing to him.

If he’s in a good mood, he’ll praise you endlessly, in between long, deep moans, that is.

He’s also very into overstimulating you, and edging you until you’re begging him to let you come without him even having to say a word to get you to do so.

For anon

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[eternalplutoniangoddess]

Kilgrave x Siren!reader Headcanons

AN: I was thinking about him today, might write a fic ;)

-He has you lure his enemies/victims but gets enraged when he sees them get too "into it"

-Has you lull him to sleep at night

-If he has flashbacks of his childhood, he would ask you to soothe his thoughts away with your voice

-He is possessive of your voice and forbids you from singing without permission

-He won't hesitate to threaten your vocal cords if his control begins to wear off

-He wouldn't admit it but he grew fond of you.

-But if the time came when you were no longer his, he wouldn't cry too much if you become collateral

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[aliahm]

Kilgrave x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Wracked with guilt after an argument, you meet a man who can make your dream of a life without responsibilities and consequences come true, but people say you should be careful what you wish for, and you’re about to find out just how right they are.

Warnings: Mind control, crying, mentions of an argument with an unspecified loved one, sexual implications (towards the end of the story).

(If I left out any content warnings or made any mistakes writing for a gender neutral reader, please let me know, so I can correct them).

Disclaimer: I do not condone any of Kilgrave’s actions or behaviour and I’m fully aware that he is by no means a likable character or a good person. This story is not meant to support or romanticize him. (Despite the suggestive content it includes). I wrote this as an examination of his abilities and how he can use them to affect another person (in this case, the reader).

The moodboard was created by me using images found on Google and the lovely divider was found here on Tumblr. Full credit goes to the owners of all these images.

Part I

“Fiction”

That was the only word on the sign across from you. A sign above the shelves which acted as temporary homes for some of the novels in the bookshop. Today, that sign held more meaning than you had ever expected it to, and that unnerved you.

You hadn’t meant for that morning to go the way it did. You had been sad at first, then, suddenly, you were angry. Your pain had somehow twisted into bitter rage, and that rage seemed to turn you cruel in that moment. What was worse was that your cold hostility had felt completely natural. There had been no other possible reaction. The harsh words had left your lips automatically, because you had wanted to say them. Once you did, what followed was an agonizing spiral of shame and guilt that made your entire body ache; and brought with it what felt like an endless supply of tears that made your face feel heavy after they dried.

It was over now, and you were at work, but that gave you little comfort that day.

“Fiction”.

That was what you wanted, and it frightened you. You frightened yourself.

You found yourself wishing in that moment that you weren’t responsible for what you said, did, thought and felt. You wished to live in a world where you didn’t have to feel guilt, shame or sadness.

The sound of the door being opened ripped you out of that corner of your mind and as a woman walked in and began browsing, you felt sick.

Why would you possibly imagine a life like that?

You were an adult, and you knew and had accepted your responsibilities. Still, seeing the lone word on that sign and picturing the fantasy life you had created around it made you feel safe, though you couldn’t see yourself admitting that to anyone.

Once again, the door opened and a man entered. He was tall, thin and well-dressed. He stood by the door and looked around the shop for a moment, before walking further inside. He seemed to have been inspecting the room, before deciding it met his standards. You didn’t know what it was: his clothes, the way he carried himself, but your eyes seemed to follow his movements as he made his way to the “Classics” section.

He sauntered across the floor with his head held high and closely studied each book he picked up. A part of you was intimidated by this man, but you rolled your eyes at the thought and went back to organizing the horror section.

It wasn’t long before you had finished the task, and when you turned away from the shelves, the man strode over to you. You looked at him and, much to your annoyance, the feeling of intimidation returned. The situation certainly wasn’t helped by the fact that your face suddenly felt warm. He looked at you with the same expression on his face as when he had first entered at the shop, then he did exactly what you were trying not to do: he looked you up and down, his deep, dark eyes seeming to focus on every detail of you, one at a time.

He hadn’t spoken a word since he had been in the shop, and you felt nervous and uncomfortable, as he silently scrutinized you, looking for who knows what. While he examined you, you began to notice more about his appearance. He had meticulously styled dark hair, stubble on his sharp jawline, wore a purple scarf with his all-black outfit, and had an expensive looking watch on his wrist.

Finally, he spoke: “Well, look at you”.

He tilted his head slightly as a smirk lifted the corner of his lips. “What’s your name?”

You didn’t answer, trying to process whatever this situation was. His smirk disappeared.

“Tell me your name”.

You told him and he repeated it to himself, leaning close to you and holding your chin with two of his fingers. “Have you been crying?”

“Yes.” You responded, wondering why you had told him that, why you had told him your name in the first place, and feeling strange about how close he was.

“Why?”

“Because I feel guilty.”

“About?”

“Being cruel to someone I love.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Really?” he asked, sounding more curious than concerned. “Well, how about we have lunch together and you can tell me what happened?”

You didn’t respond or move. What was going on? You had just told someone you didn’t know multiple things you hadn’t intended to tell him, without hesitation and without knowing why, and now he was asking you to have lunch with him.

“Come on.” He said, offering you his hand. You were afraid and confused, and there were multiple voices speaking inside your mind at once. One of them was telling you to go have lunch with this man, while another was reminding you that you didn’t even know his name. In the midst of all of this, there was another part of your mind that couldn’t help but like the attention he was giving you.

The first voice won the argument, so you took his hand and followed him out of the shop, but right before the two of you walked out the door, you noticed the book he held in his hand. “Wait, you haven’t paid for this.” you said, your words rushed.

He looked at you as though he had no idea what you were talking about, then his eyes followed yours to the copy of “The Phantom of the Opera” that he had picked up earlier.

“Don’t worry about that, love. Let’s go.”

Part II

You didn’t know what you were expecting when you found yourself going to lunch with this man (not that you seemed to have a choice in the matter), but based on his clothes and his attitude, you weren’t very surprised by the fact that he took you to a restaurant where even the floors looked expensive.

Some walls seemed to have lights built into them, while there were others made entirely of glass, giving an incredible view of the rest of New York, and there was a tall, wide shelf in the middle of the room, with bottles of wine and vases of flowers resting in diamond-shaped compartments.

As you sat across from him in a soft, comfortable black chair, you tried (just as you had been doing since you first met this man) to make sense of the situation you were in. Up to that point, you had done everything he told you to do, and when you asked yourself why, your answer was always the same: because he told you to.

The thought made you feel sick, but at the same time, you couldn’t deny that walking into this gorgeous restaurant on the arm of this confident, handsome man, who acted like he was in charge of everything and everyone, felt good.

You tried to gain some control over the situation by asking one of the many questions on your mind:

“Who are you? What’s your name?” you asked, getting the impression that he wasn’t someone who was used to being questioned.

He looked up from his menu and said, “Oh, right, we haven’t gotten around to that yet have we?”

He told you to refer to him as “Kilgrave” from that point on, and you felt your eyebrows raise as soon as you heard the name. He told you to call him that, so of course you would, but you still had to force yourself not to laugh.

Since you first met him, your day seemed to be progressing like some sort of complicated play. Being with him in that restaurant felt like being part of a performance meant to confuse and intrigue an audience.

“So, what happened that made you cry today?” he asked.

Like an actor who had spent ages rehearsing their lines, you responded immediately (despite how much you didn’t want to talk about it). You explained that you had gotten into an argument that morning and had ended up saying awful things to someone you loved.

“The hardest part is that I didn’t have to think about any of it.” you admitted. “Everything I said, I- how could I ever say any of that?”

At that point you realized that you were crying once again. You tried to stop yourself, but he had asked you to explain, and now you were reliving everything that had happened. To make matters worse, he was looking at you with a very strange expression. He almost looked confused.

Was he judging you? He was the one who asked. Why did you care how he reacted in the first place?

Through blurred vision, you saw him tilt his head the same way he had done earlier. “Alright, alright, stop, relax, it’s over now.”

Right on cue, your uncontrollable tears stopped completely, though your pained expression remained and your face still felt like it was on fire. He frowned as you tried to even out your breathing, looking away from him in embarrassment.

“Come here” he said suddenly, his voice kinder than you would have ever expected him to sound. You looked at him with wide eyes, and before you knew it, you were getting up from your seat and walking over to him on the other side of the table.

He offered you his hand just as he had done in the bookshop and without him saying a word, you took it. Maybe it was how upset you were, or the look on his face that made him seem like he wanted to make you feel better. Maybe it was both.

He pulled you into his lap and you gasped, looking nervously around the restaurant. He, however, ignored every other person in the room. You hid your face in his shoulder and he smiled.

“Look at me.” he said gently. “Tell me, why did all that upset you so much?”

“Well, I hurt someone. Someone I love. I didn’t mean to.”

His puzzled expression returned, and he ran his thumb across your jawline. “What are you talking about? You didn’t hurt anyone.”

Under normal circumstances (that is, if your mind was fully your own as it usually was), you would have immediately argued with that statement. You would have tried to explain that the way you had acted, the words that you had thought of and let leave your lips, had caused your loved one pain. You hadn’t physically injured them, but you had wounded them emotionally.

That was a type of cruelty that this man didn’t seem to understand, or, if he did, he didn’t seem to care. You didn’t know which was more unsettling.

Even so, that voice that had told you to come to this restaurant in the first place dominated your thoughts once again. Immediately (and with no resistance whatsoever, as terrifying as that was), you felt yourself agree with him.

Immediately your lip stopped quivering and you said “You’re right, I didn’t hurt anyone.”

“See? That’s better.” he cooed, a wide smile on his face.

Everything you said and felt that had been eating away at you, suddenly felt like scenes from a TV show you had seen. Thinking of it all didn’t hurt you anymore, as though you had simply watched it all unfold on a screen. The words didn’t matter anymore because you didn’t hurt anyone.

That’s when you realized that the guilt and shame you had been feeling had faded, and as soon as the thought entered your head, you felt a smile creep its way on to your face for the first time that day.

“Ah, there we go, finally.” he cooed again, the same unexpectedly sweet tone lacing his voice as after he made your tears stop. “You look gorgeous when you smile”.

“This is the first time I’ve felt even a bit good all day.” you admitted, although there was an uncomfortable gnawing feeling in your stomach as you told him that. Still, the smile he admired so much didn’t leave your face.

He leaned close to you, and as his lips brushed against your earlobe, he whispered, “You’re with me now, love. You’ll feel good all the time”.

As you sat on this man’s lap in the middle of the crowded restaurant, with a smile on your face while he left bite marks down your jawline, neck and collarbone, you wondered what sort of twisted fantasy you were now wrapped up in, you wondered why you had smiled in the first place and you especially wondered why you didn’t want to leave.

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Father knows best pt.2; Matt Murdock x teen reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this is it, the final part for my Guardian Devil series. Thank you all sooo much who gave this story some love and I hope to write some more Matt Murdock fics in the future cause lord knows we need to TONE DOWN THE SMUT AND GET WITH THE FLUFF!! Especially if it’s some DARE-DAD fics. 

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Back in the Kilgrave (as it was now called) manor, security were out and about throughout the inside and outside the lodge while inside (Y/n) and Kilgrave were sound asleep together in her room.  One guard was on patrol outside when something hit him at his head knocking him unconscious.

As another guard came walking by and he saw the other guard knocked unconscious, he quickly raced over to him and radioed.

“Ryder’s down. East wing send in….” suddenly the guard was whacked in the back of the head and standing over him was Matt with his club in his hand.  He heard the sound of footsteps racing toward him and he extended out the club to knock out the light just above him sending his area in complete darkness.

The guards all gasped and readied their weapons as they tried to see through the darkness.  One by one Matt took them all out, dodged their gunfire before disarming them and continued on his way, each time knocking out the lights until the entire outside of the lodge was nothing but complete darkness.

*My POV*

I awoke to the sound of gunfire coming from outside.  I stood up from my bed and looked outside but I couldn’t see much of anything except for the sparks from the bullets that flashed through the night sky.

“Father. Father!” I said as I raced back over to him and shook him awake.  He groaned and turned away.  “Father wake up!”

“Whaaat!?” he groaned tiredly.

“Someone’s outside.”

“Don’t be stupid there’s no one out…..”

‘Sir! We have a situation here!’ his walkie talkie sounded off. He groaned and shot up out of bed and grabbed his walkie talkie and pressed the button.

“What is it Gregory!? What could possibly be more important that you had to wake us up and frighten my daughter!?”

‘I apologize sir, but someone’s found your location. More than half of the security is down.’

“Then fire the rest and get more trained personal here now!”

‘Yes sir!’ Father growled lowly and I said to him.

“Father, is—everything alright?”

“Of course darling, everything’s fine. Listen to me, hey.” He came up to me holding my face between his hands.  “Remember no one is taking you away from me ever again. I’m your father and I will protect you till my last dying breath.” I nodded. “Okay now follow me.” He grabbed my hand and we left the bedroom and headed down the south wing towards the back entrance.

But just as father opened the door there stood a man in what looked like a red suit? The horns on the cowl made me think I was looking at the Devil himself, and the red framing around the eyes didn’t help my heartrate any better.

And his posture—dear god his posture was so intimidating as each breath he took was sharp and heavy.  Father hid me behind him and he ordered the man.

“You will leave this cabin, forget everything you’ve seen and never bother us again.” But the man stood firm in his spot.  I noticed how father’s face was shocked to see that his powers hadn’t worked. “Did you not hear what I said?! I said you will leave—” the man threw something long and metal at my father right at his head knocking him down to the ground motionless.

“Father! Father! Father wake up.”

“(Y/n).” the man said to me.  I looked up at him fearfully and watched as he slowly walked closer to me. I looked around and found his weapon and threw it at him but he caught it instantly before setting it as well as the other stick down.  “(Y/n) it’s alright. I’m not going to hurt you, you know that.”

“No I don’t!” I whimpered.

“Yes you do. Your mother and I were friends. I know you’re scared but you don’t have to be afraid of me.” I ran towards the main living room and grabbed an ashtray, some pens, a couple of gaming pieces from a chess board, pillows, anything I could grab and just started throwing them at the Devil.

“Get out of our house! Get out! Leave us alone! You’re not welcome here!” unlike last time when he caught his own weapon, the man shielded himself and took the hits I was tossing at him.  If he was such a threat that he could knock my father unconscious, why wasn’t he fighting back with me.

“(Y/n). Wait, please, (Y/n) stop. I’m not…..STOP IT!!!” his sudden outburst made me stop my throwing and I quickly raced over to one of the grand pillars and hide behind it.  “(Y/n), (Y/n) wait I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to shout I…..”

“Please don’t hurt me.” I whimpered as tears ran down my face. The man stood there stunned as he said as he slowly approached me.

“I would never hurt you. I-I would never, ever dream of hurting you (Y/n). I’m…..” slowly he reached up for his cowl and removed it to reveal a man with dark hair and brownish eyes.  He set the cowl down on the table and turned to me, but I noticed something strange about the way he looked at me.

Normally when you look at someone, especially with the way his voice was trembling, there is direct eye contact.  But this man wasn’t looking me directly in the eyes, he was looking in my general direction yes but not directly into my eyes.  Was he blind? No he-he couldn’t be. How could a blind man do what he had just done?

“I made a promise to your mother, I promised her I’d take care of you. Please (Y/n), I don’t know what he’s said to you but you must remember. Look at me, remember my little hobbit.” Little hobbit? That’s what my mother used to call me.

“Take him down Bobcat!” as soon as Father’s voice said that command, my fear suddenly turned off and all I saw was red.  I ran at the man and pounced on him, wrapped my legs around his neck, and using my momentum I managed to flip him down onto the ground. I got off of him and got into my Bobcat attack stance (which was get low to the ground, right leg extended outward, one hand on the floor in front of me and my right hand outward with my fingers curled inward like I had claws as I growled lowly).

A growl that was inhuman as I glared up at my prey.  The man slowly got up and looked at me in shock.

“Quit playing with your food Bobcat and kill him!” Father’s voice shouted.  I leapt out at the man and the two of us rolled across the floor until I had him pinned to the ground, my hand over his head exposing the jugular vein.  I knew where to take him down from here, all I needed to do was deliver the final bite.

But the man put him a good fight by trying to keep me away from his neck but I would claw his hands or arms with my nails before trying to lean back down to his neck.  This prey proved more than my last victims but he still needed to die, he couldn’t live anymore.

“Let him go Bobcat.” Father’s voice soon said.  I stopped my attack but refused to get off of my prey.  I roared animalistically at him, baring my teeth at him as I roared and Father ordered me again, “Back off!” reluctantly I got off of the man and came back over to Father’s side putting my hands behind my back and standing at attention.

Father stroked down my hair before brushing his fingers across my jawline and he said.

“Go out to the cliffs and wait for me there.” I turned and walked out of the lodge and headed towards the cliffs.

*3rd Person POV*

Kilgrave turned to Matt and walked up to him as Matt slowly got up.

“I must say I am impressed. Not only can you resist my power but for a blind man to do all this damage, who would’ve thought? Unless you’re not really blind cause if you are that’s just plain wrong.” Matt refused to answer him as he looked up at him and glared daggers at him.  “Strong, silent type. Well no matter. Tell you what, let’s have a little chat about our girl, ehh?”

“What did you do to her?” Matt asked.

“I haven’t done anything. She’s my daughter and she was just trying to protect her father.”

“You’re lying!” Matt hissed.

“Oh right yeah you’ve got that umm….what is it? Echo-location or whatever so you can tell when a person’s lying. Yeah my baby girl told me about that when we first met, so…..yeah you’re right that was a lie. But like I always said, children need discipline, and my daughter’s the most obedient child there ever will be.”

“She’s not an animal you can control to your whim! She’s a living, human child! With feelings and flaws!”

“Well of course I know that. But it is nice to have a little insurance. And when I first saw her as the Bobcat, ohhhh it was perfect leniency I needed.”

“You made her kill that couple, you set this all up.”

“Surprise!” Kilgrave mocked cheered.  At this point Matt wanted to strangle Kilgrave and end his life but there was a pull at his head that if he did, he could call (Y/n) back and he couldn’t dream of ever hurting her.

“What was all this for?”

“I’m glad you asked, you see ever since (M/n) took every legal way to ensure I would never see my daughter again, I began to wonder what if there was a way to surrender one legal way over to me? After her death, I knew there was one way that the law would have to get me to my child again. And that’s where you come into play, Mr. Murdock.” Kilgrave explained as he walked over to the main desk and pulled out some files and set them down.

“You…..want me to sign away my legal Guardianship.” Matt replied.

“She did name you legal Guardian over my daughter. So what you say Matt Murdock? From one father to another.” Matt finally stood up and said.

“I would rather be hang from a gibbet and left to the sports of the crows than surrender (Y/n) to the likes of you.”

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t say that because I really didn’t want to do this but if you don’t, you leave me no choice.” He then pulled out a small remote and he continued, “Our girl has a bluetooth device in her ear, at the press of this button a recording of my voice will play for her to jump off the cliff to her very death.”

“You wouldn’t…..”

“Not only that but one of my security guards will then shoot me dead right in the head. Symbolizing that we will be together even in death as a father and daughter should be.”

“You’d be willing to throw away her life just so no one can have her! Jones was right, you are a deranged psychopath.”

“I’m willing to do anything to be with my daughter again, I’ve missed 16 years of her life and no one will take her form me again!” Kilgrave’s voice gradually got louder before he screamed out the last part of his confession. “But if you sign these papers, she will live.”

Matt honed in on Kilgrave’s heartbeat and found that he was actually telling the truth.

“You must also be aware that once you do sign them, you can never be with her again. No amount of your lawyering practice or whatever alliance you have with the good cops, (Y/n) Kilgrave is mine and mine alone.”

“I know the laws of how guardianship and legal rights to parenting work.” Matt said.  He walked over towards Kilgrave who held out a pen with his free hand while the other one holding the remote kept a steady hovering presence over the button to play the recording.

Matt took the pen and reluctantly began to sign his name at the bottom of the braille line.  As he paused mid-way he just had to ask in order to stall for time, but he also knew from Jessica that Kilgrave did like to brag about certain things.

“Her mother. What happened to her that night on the bridge?”

“Such a cause, a true mother to the end. She really did love our child even though she had my blood surging through her veins. But it was all worth it, when I made her cut off as many of her own limbs before she died.” Matt then began to picture his best friend, his partner and co-worker being forced to cut her own limbs one by one.

A slow, agonizing death.  Probably even being forced to not scream as she did it or not die before she was found in the manner she had been found.  Now the killer finally had a face, after almost 4 years he had his partner’s killer right before him.

As he felt Kilgrave take the papers, with quick reflexes, Matt stabbed Kilgrave with the pen just short of the junction where his neck met his shoulder.  Using this moment of his pain, he then grabbed the arm that held the remote and he twisted it behind him forcing him to release it.

“Her name is (Y/n) Perry and she will never be yours as long as I am standing!” Matt growled before he stomped on the remote breaking it. Kilgrave snarled before exclaiming.

“Shoot him! Shoot him now!” next thing Matt knew, gunfire was going off as the glass windows of the lobby began to explode and the rapid gunfire continued.  Pressing his hand against his injury, Kilgrave made his escape into the woods leaving Matt to fend for himself, or in his hopes be dead while he took care of his daughter.

*My POV*

The sound of the water crashing below the cliff’s edge rang through the early morning sky.  The soft wind blew across my face when I heard Father’s voice say.

“(Y/n) darling come back to me now.” Suddenly my demeanor changed from Bobcat back to normal.  I turned around and raced towards Father and embraced him but felt him groan in pain.

“Father, you’re injured what’s happened?”

“I’ll be alright darling, it’s just a small prick.”

“Did that man do this to you?”

“Like I said, it’s nothing you need to worry about. In fact I don’t think we’ll ever be seeing him again.” He brushed his fingers against my cheek before he said.  “But I’m afraid this isn’t a safe haven for us anymore my darling.”

“Where will we go now?” I asked.

“Just follow my exact directions, okay?” I nodded.  “Turn around and I want you to walk until your feet are just towards the edge.”

“But—”

“Do as your father commands my love.” He said calmly but kept a strong eye contact with me.  I turned around and followed his orders.  I turned to face him but he told me again, “Don’t look back darling. Just straight ahead.” I walked and walked until I was just at the edge of the cliff, the tips of my feet just barely skimming the edge.

“Father, I….I don’t like this.”

“It’ll be alright darling. And you know Father knows best.” Suddenly I felt myself being pushed over the edge and I fell down the cliff screaming as my body scrapped and slid down the rocky cliff until what felt like halfway, I was miraculously saved by a hanging tree that caught my right arm and my feet were able to stand on just a bit of rock.

The sound of rocks and pebbles falling off the cliff and heading down the rest of the way toward the rushing water.  I slowly twisted myself around and gripped onto the rocks that were above me as tightly as I could and tried my best to not look down or even move fearing that one slip would send me the rest of the way down toward the rocks and the rising water.

“Father?” I called up to him.

“It’ll be okay darling, this is the only way we can truly be together.” Slowly I looked up to see father standing over the edge with a large rock in his hands as he slowly raised it up.

“Father please, please no…..” a yell was soon heard as I saw my father being tackled by the man in red once again.  I heard them scuffle with each other and I heard the man say down to me.

“Hold on (Y/n)!”

“Shut up!” Father screamed at him as he tackled the man and the two of them continued to scuffle with each other.  I gripped onto the rock and slowly began to pull myself up and inch by inch I slowly climbed up the cliff’s edge until I was almost at the top.

As I pulled myself up, I saw Father hit the man in the head with a large rock and roll over on top of him but just before he could slam the rock into his head, the man dodged it and punched Father right in his teeth.

“I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you fucking bastard!” Father growled deeply as he began choking the man but the man held him back and managed to roll him over.  Both men trying to overpower the other by being on top, but what they both didn’t know was that they were heading for the edge of the cliff.  

I pulled myself up and ran towards them and just as they both screamed about to fall to their deaths, I reached out and grabbed both of them. The two of them hanging over the cliff and I was their only lifeline.  I looked at the man in red and seeing his face from the faint light of the early lights of dawn rising, something was starting to click in my head.

“(Y/n). (Y/n) darling, you need to let him go.”

“No I….I can do this! Hang on!”

“He’s not your family, (Y/n) darling. I need your other hand.”

“No (Y/n) please!” the man said to me.  I turned to him and his blind gaze held fear and heartbreak as he looked at my general direction.  “He’s using you, I know you’re not a killer.”

“He’s not your father (Y/n)! Remember, Father knows best. Now please love, give me your other hand.” I looked between the two of them and I could feel the man in the devil’s suit’s grip beginning to slip.  I tried to hold onto his glove tighter but ever so slowly he was starting to slip.

“No. No!”

“(Y/n), I love you darling. I need you to help me please.” Father said.

“(Y/n),” the man said to me.  “I…..I’ll be okay.” Those were his only words.  He didn’t even try to plea or beg for his life, the only thing he could say in his potentially final moments were that he would be okay. I turned to father and whimpered.

“Father…..” as the tears slid down my face I let him go and used my other hand to grab hold of the man in red.  My father’s screams echoing throughout the cliff’s side until they were silenced.

I let out a cry as I heaved the man up and over to the cliff’s edge.  With his help, he managed to help me help him up, once he felt his foot was up along the cliff’s edge, he pulled himself up the rest of the way and stood close to me, our arms still wrapped around over each other as we looked down at the water.

As the first rays of dawn began to hit the earth, I could see the faint body of my now deceased father being washed away by the currents. I wept but felt the man embrace me and turn my head away from the water.  His left hand stroking through my hair while his right rubbed soothing circles along my back and I heard him softly hum the Shire theme song.

The last thing I heard before I felt myself pass out from exhaustion was the sound of a car being driven up toward us.

*3rd Person POV*

After the whole Kilgrave manor lodge incident and the authorities taking down Kilgrave’s death as a manner of self-defense, (Y/n) was resting in Matt Murdock’s bed, her body almost appearing child-like with how small she made herself.

“Whatever she went through with Kingpin, it’ll be nothing compared to what Kilgrave did to her. Plus she’ll have to live with the fact she’ll forever have the knowledge that she’s his daughter.” Jessica said to Matt.

“He may have been her birth father, but he was never her dad.” Matt said.  “(M/n) knew that much, and now she can finally be at peace knowing her killer has been put down.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say something like this Murdock.” Jessica poked at him.

“Like you said, Kilgrave had the power to control anyone he wants. No amount of legal force would be able to stop him. Took him 16 years to try when he first sought her out. And he planned this whole year and a half to get her again and he nearly succeeded.”

“Fortunately he didn’t count on one thing.” Jessica said as she took a swig of one of Matt’s cheap beers.  “She had a Guardian Devil on her side. And hell hath no fury than a father’s loyalty.” She stood up and walked out of Matt’s apartment.

Matt turned back to (Y/n) and walked towards her before sitting right beside her.  He adjusted the blankets back over her until she was completely covered once again but just before his hand left her shoulder, he felt her grip onto his wrist.

From all the times he’s been with her and seen her in this position since her mother’s death, he knew just how broken yet desperate her facial expression was for human contact.  Without a single word, Matt got onto the other side of her and she cuddled up close to his chest as Matt’s arms wrapped around her.  He kissed the top of her head as he proceeded to rub her back up and down in the soothing motion he knew she liked.

“Nin meleth le ada.” He heard her softly whisper.  Matt was stunned.  Sure he took on the mantel of being the father-figure she needed but never has he heard her actually call him ‘dad’ before.  And to hear her say it in Elvish, that was something truly special.

(Y/n) only ever spoke to her mother in Elvish and referred to her Naneth which was mother in Elvish.  Now to be called ‘ada’ by her, it warmed Matt’s heart.

“Nin meleth le, sellig.” At hearing him call her his daughter, he felt (Y/n) bury herself deeper into his chest and grip him a little bit tighter.  He kissed her forehead one last time before once again humming the Shire theme song.

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Damn babygirl, you come here often?

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Reblog Masterlist 1

Matt Murdock / Daredevil

Alleycat series masterlist - Fluff, Smut

Not your average male fantasy - Smut

Kneel at the alter - Smut

Lost - Smut

Bad dreams (hold me closer) - Angst, Smut

No better love - Fluffy Smut

Wicked games - Angst?, Smut

Need - Angst, Smut

Ease the pain - Hurt/Comfort, Smut

Coffee shop woes (1) - Fluff / First date jitters (2) - Fluff / Late night confessions (3) - Angst, Fluff

My darling, my baby. - Fluff, Smut

Lavender haze - Fluff

Lingering - Fluff

Tolerance - Fluff

Ask response - Smut

I just need you - Hurt/Comfort?, Almost Smut?

A slow day - Smut

Bandages - Fluff

Sub!Matt hcs - Smut

Good boys deserve to be taken care of (1) - Smut / (2) - Smut

Old fashioned - Smut

Feisty - Smut

Wordle - Fluff (OFC, Not Reader)

Matt as a bad priest hcs - Smut

Kneel. - Kinda Hurt/Comfort?, Fluff?

Michelangelo's Matthew - Fluff

Still here - Fluff

Daddy issues - Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Attention - Fluff

My own worst enemy - Angst, Hurt/Comfort

In the rearview - Angst, Hurt/Comfort

All I feel is you - Fluff

Castle in the sky - Fluff

Never an ear strain away - Fluff

Talk too much - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Chaotic College!Matt hcs - Fluff

Nepenth - Hurt Comfort, Fluff

Forgiveness - Smut

Pain and pleasure - Smut

Sub Matt blurb - Smut

When the needle speaks (1) - Angst, Hurt Comfort / (2)

Stroke - Smut themes?

No interruption - Smut

Ours - Smut Blurb

Relax - Smut Blurb

I’ll be in good company - Hurt Comfort, Fluff

You’re somebody else - Angst

You are the best thing that’s ever been mine - Fluff that makes you cry

Matt Murdock x Autistic! Reader x Frank Castle hcs - Fluff, Hurt Comfort

Bruises - Hurt Comfort

Matt Murdock x Virgin!Reader hcs - Smut

Guardian Angel - Teen!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, Dad!Matt, Hurt Comfort

A real first kiss - Little bit of angst, Little bit of comfort, Fluff

Corruption of innocence (1) (2) - Smut

Anchor - Hurt Comfort, Autistic Reader

And then I met you (1) - Slight Angst, Fluff, Dad!Matt, Mom!Reader

Stained glass love series masterlist

Rooftops and vigilantes - Fluff? Idk what else to say (1) (2) (3)

You learn something new everyday… I guess - Fluff, angst?, hurt comfort?

Praise kink - Smut / Good girls finish first - Smut

Ours - Fluff, Comfort

Chase - Smut (1) (2)

Frank Castle / Punisher

Bad dreams (hold me closer) - Angst, Smut

Fashion show - Fluff

Jealousy - Smut

Forgiveness - Smut

Out of mind - Fluff

Ours - Smut Blurb

Matt Murdock x Autistic! Reader x Frank Castle hcs - Fluff, Hurt Comfort

Ours - Fluff, Comfort

Billy Russo

Penny for your thoughts - Smut

Jessie Pinkman

Celebrating Jessie’s birthday hcs - Fluff

Saul Goodman

His secretary but in a porno way - Smut

Peter Parker / Spiderman

Stim the stress away - Fluff, Neurodivergent Reader

Touch - Smut

Doughnuts - Fluff

Paparazzi - Dark! Peter, Smut, little fluff?

these violet delights - a dark! mob!peter tale [tasm peter vs kilgrave] - Angst, Dark Fic, Not x Reader, Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Darth Vader / Anakin Skywalker

The throne - Smut, Darth Vader

Derek Morgan

Size kink - Smut

BAU General

Autistic BAU reader hcs - Fluff, Hurt Comfort

Rick Grimes

Our moments - Fluff

Bruce Wayne / Batman

Missing you - Smut

Words greatest detective - Smut

Other

Yandere Butler x Autistic Reader hcs - Dark, Hurt Comfort

#Masterlist

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🧡

Oooo thank you for sending this in, bestie! Alright lemme see…my five favorite stories…

relinquish the crown – This one's always gonna have to be one of my favorites because it's my first long series that had me planning whole seasons and AUs and "What If…?" branches for these two blorbos.

one look & they'll know – my other long running series and I love these two blorbos with all my lil potato heart 🥹🥹 Tomathy in this series really saw Reader and went "Yes this one, I choose this one, I will love her forever and always give her cuddles and kisses"…and mango rides 😏😏

the final Lady Sharpe – i'm so eternally grateful to @ellooo0ooo for sending in this request because the concept of the story may have never reached me 🥹💖

maintain our cover – this is the story that had me realizing i definitely have a thing for writing an older Magnus and i'm definitely gonna be doing it again 🥵😮‍💨

no resistance – writing President Loki was smth else and i can't wait to do it again 😏😏

now as a bonus…some works i'm looking forward to writing and sharing with y'all…

The Dreamlight AU

So…remember that story I was trying to conceptualize that takes place in the Disney Dreamlight Valley game? It's not just gonna turn into a series…it's gonna turn into multiple series that all take place within this AU 🥹. I realized while working on the Phase 1 planning that there are at least 3 full stories that are going to be interwoven with one another by the end of it all, so it's gonna be a while before I get to flesh this out.

Say Don't Go

The Avengers x Doctor Who crossover story 😳👀

Back to You

This is probably gonna be the next series I start making because Phase 3 planning is complete for these incoming blorbos and I can't wait to start sharing their story with y'all 🥹💖

Captive Mind, Taken Heart

The Kilgrave v Loki story…aka the darkest story I might have in the works

The Midnights Collection

I have stories in mind for every single song in Midnights, and Phase 1 planning is complete 😳👀 Some of them are actually already out…the ones for "lavender haze", "paris", and "would've could've should've"

Stakes & Bounties

I'm not gonna say too much about this but I will say this… Pine v Wick 😳👀

np tags: @smolvenger @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid

#lovely mutuals #story asks #muddyorbsblr answers

[ophelia-writes-fics]

please read!!

here are some rules/info for this blog to read before you follow!

firstly, please don't follow/interact if you're under 18! this blog is gonna be mostly smut if i'm being honest, so i'd rather people only follow if they're of age.

second, my requests are open! a quick list of fandoms and characters i write for is below.

the ones in bold are the characters i'll write nsfw content for! all characters are open for either platonic or sfw romantic requests, though.

(if you don't see a fandom or a character and you're curious, send me an ask! I mostly write character x reader, but I do certain ships as well. again, send an ask for specifics!)

bad samaritan (cale erendreich)

broadchurch (alec hardy, ellie miller)

doctor who (all doctors, donna noble, martha jones, rose tyler, amy pond, river song, the master/missy, jack harkness)

good omens (aziraphale, crowley, beelzebub, anathema, muriel)

hannibal (hannibal lecter, margot verger)

jessica jones (kilgrave)

our flag means death (pretty much anyone!)

prodigal son (martin whitly)

takin’ over the asylum (campbell bain)

third, absolutely no terfs or radfems allowed. this blog is a safe and inclusive space for trans people and people of all genders.

thank you so much for reading, and i hope you enjoy!

#pinned post #please read

[russosafehaven]

[ pieces of us p4 - b.r ]

pairing : jigsaw!billy x fem!reader

content : dark!billy, stalker themes, jealousy, possessiveness, violence, castle!reader

br taglist : @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

pieces of us taglist : @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend

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The last time you’d seen Billy was 3 weeks ago. Out at a cafe with a friend, Matt Murdock. The pair of you met through your brother Frank and had been close since.

When you’d come back from the bathroom dishevelled and reeking of sex Matt decided he needed help. So he called in a favour from the best investigator he knew. Jessica Jones.

Sitting in the drunks office Matt’s senses were overwhelmed with alcohol, but he put up with it. Jessica was pacing as she rambled about a name that sounded familiar. Russo. Multiple times you had mentioned the name when you out with Matt.

“This Billy guy, Frank smashed his face into a carousel after he found out Billy had something to do with killing Maria and the kids. Now that he’s escaped from the hospital he’s getting revenge on Frank through your friend. They used to date and they were very close. Russo hasn’t had contact for three weeks but I doubt he knows I’m onto him”

The brunettes voice was tired and almost… worried? Matt could pick up the way her heart rate increased when she spoke about Billy’s attacks. This wasn’t the Jessica he knew. The cold, stoic unfeeling woman who covered her pain with booze. No, this was the woman who was attacked by Kilgrave and sees him in Russo, this was a woman threatening to break.

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Across the way you say in Dinah’s apartment with Frank, Amy and Dinah. Sitting uncomfortably on the couch while Frank redressed your wounds.

“I’m gonna kill him…”

The man grumbled out. Causing a look from Amy but she didn’t say anything. Dinah on the other hand just kept her eyes trained on you. There was no fear or pain in your eyes as Frank spoke about Billy.

“Bastard thinks he can kill my wife.. my kids and do this shit to my little sister… he has one thing coming… I’m gonna put him in the ground…”

Franks voice is rough as he speaks. His words aren’t directed to anyone, they’re just out in the open. Compared to the violence and blood he’s shed when it comes to looking after you Frank is gentle. His touch reminds you of when you were kids and you’d consistently fall over when learning to roller skate.

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“I DO NOT CARE WHAT YOU THINK”

Billy’s voice is laced with anger as he screams. Krista shrinking back away from him. He’s violent and erratic, only one thing on his mind.

“You already treat me like a goddamn object you are not taking her away from me.. you are nothing but a fucking pussy to keep me warm until I get her do you understand?!”

This argument had been going on between Krista and Billy for hours. The psychologist trying to convince Billy that you weren’t worth it, that she was effortlessly better than the Castle girl.

“B… Billy…”

She stammers but is silenced in a instant as soon as Billy slams his fist into a wall. He has been watching you for weeks since he last took you. Waiting for when you were alone but now you never were. There was always a co-worker near you, even in the bathroom.

“You shut up you got it Dumont?! You will never be her”

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #ben barnes #the punisher imagine #x reader #the punisher #billy russo angst #billy russo x yn #dark!billy russo x reader

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Kilgrave Yandere Alphabet

A = Attachment (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

He mainly uses gifts. He knows his words have power in ways that may not show you his genuine affection, but the gifts he leaves for you have no such influence so he feels those are a more genuine sign of his infatuation.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to you?)

He’ll keep his own hands clean, but if things need to get messy, he’ll use his powers to have someone else do the dirty work.

C = Clingy (Do they require your attention at all times? How do they act when you ignore them?)

He makes it impossible for you to ignore him. Though even with his influence, he can tell when you’re less than willing to comply and might give you a bit of time away from him. But not too much.

D = Dependent (Are they codependent? Do they want you to rely solely on them for your care/protection?)

He definitely wants to be the only one you can rely or depend upon. If you go to anyone else he’ll be extremely upset.

E = Excess (Would they spoil or pamper you? To what extent?)

He’d spoil you with anything you wanted. It doesn’t matter at all how ridiculous or expensive. If you want it, he’ll use his powers to get it for you.

F = Fatal (Would they kill you? Kill for you?)

Killing you would be his absolute last resort…well unless he got bored of you, then you might need to be disposed of to keep his whereabouts a secret from Jessica Jones and other such heroes.

G = Give Up (What are they willing to sacrifice for you?)

The way Kilgrave sees it, he won’t have to sacrifice anything, and that works out well for him. Though if you were particularly insistent on something he might make an effort to do away with it. Or just make you think he had.

H = Harsh (How do they take to you mouthing off to them or saying something they don’t want to hear?)

He shuts you up immediately. He won’t tolerate you mouthing off to him. It’s likely he’d stop you before you can even finish saying something he doesn’t want to hear.

I = Inseparable (What are they like when you’re not with them? Do they check in on you constantly, or feel lost without you?)

He always has tabs on you one way or another. Can’t have you wandering too far and getting the full scope of your free will back. That would only make more work for him when he saw you next.

J = Jilted (How do they act when met with rejection from you?)

Well with Kilgrave, there’s no such possibility. Whether you really want to or not, you won’t reject him. You can’t. He won’t allow it.

K = Kidnap (Would they ever abduct you just to have you to themselves for a while?)

Of course he would. If by chance you’d been avoiding him, he’s more than willing to steal you away to get you back under his control.

L = Lines (Do they cross lines with you? What ones? Is it something they know they’re doing?)

He can cross any line he wants and you haven’t a single say in it at all. He knows what he’s doing, but he doesn’t care how many lines he may cross with you.

M = Manipulation (Would they manipulate you? How? And would you realize that’s what was happening?)

His whole thing is manipulating you. You don’t really realize it’s happening until you’ve had some time and space from him though.

N = Naive (Do they like you pliant or do they prefer you to challenge them?)

Pliant. The less trouble you give him the better. Of course, he does like to play games, so he’ll let you think you can defy him.

O = Ownership (Do they feel possessive of you? How do they act when you’re around others?)

He’s very possessive of you. He will keep you by his side when others are present and will easily snap at anyone who even looks at you for a second to long.

P = Petulant (Are they moody? Easy to anger? Or are they patient and forgiving around you?)

He can be easy to anger, but you’re usually not the cause of it and his anger isn’t often directed towards you either, but rather others who make futile attempts to come between you.

Q = Quit (Would they quit any of their behaviors for you if you asked?)

More than likely not. If you’re lucky he’ll make some sort of effort, but will most likely continue and just hide it from you and lie to you about it.

R = Rules (Would they have rules for you? Brainwash you? Teach you the right way to be theirs?)

He doesn’t have to teach you how to be his. You do what he says when he says when you’re with him. That’s just how it works.

S = Stalker (Would they stalk you? How far would it go?)

He’d stalk you for sure. He had to make sure you were worth his time and effort. He’d follow you wherever you go to learn your routines.

T = Target (What do they wish to do to you? How twisted are their ideals?)

He just wants you. Simple as that. He’ll let his whims decide what he wants from you and when.

U = Utopia (How much effort do they put into making you happy?)

He’d like you to be happy with him, but he can manipulate that too, so as long as you’re acting happy then that’s good enough for him.

V = Violence (Would they ever be violent with you?)

Rough, sure, but never anything outright violent. He just wants you controlled, not hurt.

W = Will (Would they ever do anything against your will?)

Yep, without a doubt. He has say in what you do, but it is not a two way street.

X = Xoanon (Would they revere or worship you? To what length would they go to win you over?)

He doesn’t have to try and win you over. One word and you could be his. He doesn’t revere or worship you, but would love having you worship him.

Y = Yowl (Do they ever make you cry? Do they enjoy your tears?)

Tears are nothing but an annoyance to him. He’ll put a stop to any tears as soon as they start. He hates them.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break you just so you’d stay with them?)

Oh yes, easily.

For anon

Kilgrave: @unexpected-character, @lilyontheloose, @puppy-coded, @marinarashakeyobooty, @marvelgeek09, @becomingthedreamversionofme, @music-bird, @chaotic-mushroomz, @mbruben-stein, @sunflowergurlsposts, @danimorgan1708, @onlykeres, @floresferae, @stressydepressyandlemonzesty, @multifandomlover01, @tokyo-liv, @geekyandgay98, @sweetyprincesschaos, @yetanotherattemptatanaccount, @dark-swanbrat3

#kilgrave #kilgrave yandere alphabet #kilgrave x reader #marvel #mcu #request

[denaliwrites]

could you maybe make a Kevin Thompson/Kilgrave x female reader where the reader is immune to kilgrave's mind control power and he becomes kinda obsessed with her like a yandere also maybe you could make it nsfw it's your choice i don't mind and maybe you could also make it so the reader has some powers to like maybe precognition so she kinda sees him coming

who the fuck is cale kevin

#prepare your pitchforks and torches #ive never seen jessica jones

[aliahm]

Here’s a moodboard I made a while back, inspired by one of my all-time favourite stories: “My Name’s Not Jessica”, by the incomparably talented author @these-violet-delights-fic

Hands down one of the best stories I’ve ever read on AO3, or anywhere else. Thank you for your amazing work ♥️♥️

#kilgrave x reader #kilgrave fanfiction

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Gryfflepuff in the Tardis' Masterlist

All my Works, characters are colored by which Hogwarts House I think they're in. I am a Primary Hufflepuff, Secondary Gryffindor and I genuinely think Hufflepuff is the best and most underrated house.

Ninth Doctor - Brooding Time Lord Who Tries To Hide His Light with Darkness

Supernova Series/Season One Masterlist (Ninth Doctor/Tenth Doctor) (Delilah "Lillie" Tyler/Princess Supernova played by Katherine Langford)

Tenth Doctor - Hyperactive Time Lord Who Is Always Being Slapped Born From His Love For a Human Who Tries To Hide His Darkness and Trauma With Light

Campbell Bain - Bipolar Nineteen-Year-Old Walking Ray of Sunshine That Somehow Doesn't Do Well With Girls

Sweet Jane Masterlist (19-year-old Campbell Bain x 18-year-old Traumatized Reader)

Metacrisis Doctor/TenToo (My Headcanon is that he chose the surname "Noble")

Fourteenth Doctor - The Face That Returned, now arguably more Hyperactive and Traumatized

Alec Hardy (Broadchurch) - Grumpy and Broody Scottish Detective With a Heart Condition yet a Heart of Gold (Doesn't Know He's a DILF)

Emmet Carver (Gracepoint) - The American Version of Alec

Crowley (Good Omens) - A Hyperactive Drama Queen "Vaguely Sauntered Downward" Angel Turned Only Demon with an Imagination

Barty Crouch Junior - The (Possibly Bipolar) Misunderstood Boy Who Never Got His Father's Love and Was Manipulated By Voldemort (I think I read that he was actually a Ravenclaw but I do see a lot of Hufflepuff in him, his insistence of a fair fight and honesty and loyalty)

Peter Vincent (Fright Night) - Hyperactive Alcoholic Magician/Vampire Hunter with a Heart of Gold

Dave Tiler (Single Dad) — The sweetheart dad with too many children with so much love in his heart who fate was so cruel to.

Kilgrave (I've never seen Jessica Jones, I just feel like with him having the same accent and looks the same, it might ruin David Tennant's Doctor for me, and I love David Tennant as the Doctor.)

Cale Erendreich (Bad Samarian; Haven't Seen This Either)

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Steve Harrington (Stranger Things) - The Hair; Nomenee for Mother of the Year

Embers In the Sky (Domnique "Nico" Henderson played Georgie Henley; Alex Henderson played by David Tennant)

Killer Queen (Cassandra "Cassie Dare" Henderson played by Zoey Deutch; Pan Henderson played by David Tennant)

Trauma (Emilie Henderson played by Hailee Steinfeld)

Devil Town (Imogen Henderson played by Katherine Langford)

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf) - The Abused Puppy With a Heart of Gold Who Only Wanted the Power to Defend Himself and To Not Be Scared

Embers in the Sky Season One (Milo Stilinski played by Katherine Langford)

Embers in the Sky Season Two

Embers in the Sky Season Three

Embers in the Sky Season Four

Embers in the Sky Season Five

Embers in the Sky Season Six

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) - The Genius Pretty Boy

Valentía (Zoe Noble-Valdez played by Selena Gomez)

Braveheart (OFC played by Karen Gillan)

Raymond Wadsworth

Chip Taylor

Kyle Orfman

Lesley Juniment-Smith

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Fred Weasley

(All of these are Potter!sister!OCs, most of them are of Harry Potter's twin sister)

The Girl Who Lived (Sadie Sink as OC) (Need of a rewrite. Her name was Violet but since then my cousin had a baby daughter who he named Violet so I'm changing this character's name. I just can't write original characters with names of people I know. It's a rule of mine.)

North Star/Falling Star (Metamorphmagus!Cassiopea Potter played by Katherine Langford) (May change the name to Vega Potter)

The Twins Who Lived (Georgie Henley as Currently Unnamed OC)

Embers in the Sky (Emberly "Ember" Potter Played by Caitlin Blackwood/Karen Gillan) She is also the face claim I maintain of Lily Evans/Potter. (Caitlin Blackwood played young Amelia Pond in Doctor Who and is Karen Gillan's real life cousin.)

Yes, there are a lot of David Tennant characters. I don't want to write for the actor himself, I just feel a little creepy doing that. In my numerous Steve Harrington fics, the more recent ones (The OC is always Dustin's older sister, except in one) I think he is the best Doctor and I think he should officially be titled as the biggest Doctor Who Fan ever. (He became an actor because of Doctor Who, he says he thinks he underplays how much he loved Doctor Who, he became the first regenerated Doctor and the first one to last more than one season on the revived Doctor Who, he met his future father-in-law, like a year before he met his wife, Ty Tennant, Georgia's oldest son and David's now adopted son, in 2008, considered the Tenth to be his favorite, and hilariously, his grandfather was nowhere on the five-year-old's list--then David Tennant met Georgia (at the time) Moffat on the set of Doctor Who as she, the daughter of the Fifth Doctor, played the daughter of the Tenth Doctor, I heard that David Tennant met Ty on the set, and according the Peter Davidson, Georgia didn't even realize that he liked her when they started going out (apparently he was offended when she said she hadn't seen any Shakespeare), then David Tennant counts as the unofficial twelfth regeneration (there was the War Doctor who the Doctors deem as not worthy of having the name of the Doctor), then he adopted Ty Tennant and married Georgia; he returned for the 50th and 60th anniversary (and I hope he never stops returning), now is the Fourteenth Doctor, that's three official regenerations, and Good Omens is full of Doctor Who references. I don't think anyone can beat him for the biggest Doctor Who fan. His life like revolves around Doctor Who in a way that every fanboy/fangirl dreams of.

I have created an OC to be the Henderson!OC and Dustin's father and I always choose David Tennant, he just really gives off protective I-will-kill-anyone-who-hurts-you dad vibe and I have a soft spot for an overprotective dad for his daughter (I never had that. My dad wanted a boy--granted the disapproval that's implied is possibly because my mom told me this--and he is ADHD and was always sleeping and then he moved two towns over which was an hour's drive but seemed longer in my ADHD mind but so he could sleep and I could play video games on the Xbox that's memory wouldn't save the game so I continuously had to start over. Oh, and also, there's the fact that a TV fell on me when I was five/six because I didn't understand gravity and I locked myself in the dryer when I was seven/eight. What, is that not normal? 🙄) I'm not a big crier but a father that's willing to do anything for his daughter is your best bet. Sorry for this rant.

*(Can't pinpoint what house Alec Hardy and therefore Emmet Carver would be in, the only blog I've found on it, discussed how he may be a burnt Hufflepuff (just google it, it'll send you to the tumble immediately) but hiscusses his desperation in season two suggests Gryffindor, also implying his ignoring of his heart condition but he's aware that he has it, so he's gone to the hospital and he takes pills, he's just aware that the doctors told him that he may not survive his surgery to have the pacemaker put in and he feels like he owes it to the families to get the closure they deserve, so it doesn't strike me as impulsive but more dedicated, determined, and "unafraid of toil". Then the blog argues that his need to protect people he views as in his care and how he related to the Sandbrooke case as Slytherin but I don't see that. I think perhaps a "Burned Hufflepuff" is accurate.*

#Campbell Bain x Reader #Campbell Bain #Takin' Over the Asylum #Tenth Doctor #David Tennant Characters #metacrisis doctor #metacrisis!doctor #TenToo #tentoo is the doctor #Alec Hardy #Broadchurch #Emmet Carver #Crowley #ADHD Crowley #crowley has adhd #crowley good omens #Good Omens #anthony j crowley #Gracepoint #Masterlist #Single Dad #Dave Tiler #Spencer Reid #Matthew Gray Gubler Characters #Raymond Wadsworth #Chip Taylor #Kyle Orfman #Lesley Juniment-Smith #Austistic Spencer Reid #Fred Weasley

[bellaxgiornata]

12 & 19 for the writer asks c:

Ahh Soulie!!! Thank you for the asks, my friend!! 💕 I'm also going to put this answer below a cut just because it's SO LONG and I'm sure not everyone wants to scroll through this.

12. Do you prefer writing in silence or to music?

So back when I used to write my two Matt Murdock x OC stories Life Worth Living and Caught in the Undertow at the beginning of the year, I had playlists I listened to while I wrote both of them. Usually the playlists had certain vibes if I was writing something angsty or lighthearted or if it was a tense fight scene with Kilgrave in LWL. I even had some playlists for characters in LWL (Phantom has an entire playlist for anyone who's read that series because I LOVE HER). But for some reason when I write my Reader fics I simply cannot listen to music at the same time. It's far too distracting. I have no idea why. I have playlists for each of the Reader fics that I'll zone out to and think up plot ideas, but it's far too distracting for me to write with music on lately. So I write in silence now, but my thoughts are usually very, very loud as I write.

19. How has your experience as a fanfic reader impacted your experience as a fanfic writer?

Honestly I feel like as I re-entered fanfic over this past year, reading fanfiction has really opened my eyes to taking closer looks at the characters themselves. Back in the day--years ago when younger me first got into fanfic and was reading and writing it--I was focused on the romance aspect of fics, but generally I just wanted the romance. But reading fanfics now as I've come back to it after a few years away and I've grown and matured myself? OMG there's like...so many wonderful in-depth looks at characters that I love that I'd never really thought to look at before. I've become far more interested in more than just writing the romance and the smut now, which is why I think I love FFTD so much. I get to explore not just the romance aspect (and all the crazy smut), but I also get to take look at Matt. I get to put him into different situations and truly try to get a better understanding of his character (in my view of him at least) and how he would navigate a situation and how he would feel. And I think it's given me a better grasp on character development and growth as well as understanding the importance flaws even more--because let's face it, Matty boy is very flawed in some aspects. And that's true of me stepping into writing Michael Kinsella and Frank Castle, too, not just Matt. It's been fun really looking deeper into the characters I'm writing, more than I really ever did before with them. And I think it's made me love those characters that much more.

And also, I will say, reading fanfic smut has also had a huge impact on my writing, oddly enough. I never wrote smut before writing for Matt. I grew up in a super Catholic and conservative household and I'm actually a very, very socially anxious and quiet person. The thought of me writing smut used to make me want to blush and hide under my desk. But seeing all of the smut out there for Matt, even if it's not all necessarily my thing, really helped me become vastly more comfortable with writing it. Writing smut doesn't really affect me anymore, and I feel like it truly came from me seeing so many other talented writers doing it so well and so comfortably.

#Bella answers for the ask game #i definitely have a deeper love of these characters because of other fics #and y'all know I have no issue sharing smut pieces anymore😆