#once again this is drawn quickly so i am sorry if it looks off

[whateveriwant]

Idk if you're taking requests, but here I am. Maybe TF 141 with an S/O who has ADHD and when going places, like a mall, for example they'll just completely walk away and they'll just loose their S/O

I took 'reader who is always walking away' and ran with it… ba dum tss (sorry, I had to). Anyway, I hope this is sorta what you were looking for! I was in a Christmas-y mood so all of these are winter/holiday themed!

Price

The park is especially busy for a Friday afternoon. There's children playing in the snow, daring youths having a go on the frozen lake, and families everywhere making memories to last a lifetime.

You've only been sitting on this bench for roughly a quarter of an hour before Price starts to squirm beside you, something clearly making him uncomfortable. Before you can even ask what it is, he's standing from the seat in one brisk motion.

“Be back in a moment, darling,” he grumbles. “The cold makes me need to piss like a stallion.”

As he takes off to find a place to relieve himself, all you can do is laugh and call after him to, “Wash your hands!”

Five minutes and one desecrated tree later, he emerges from the secluded thicket of bushes he found, zipping up his fly discreetly. He makes his way back to the bench you'd been seated at, a bit of a spring to his step… only to deflate once he discovers you’ve disappeared into thin air.

He sighs out loud – a long, drawn-out sound. He could say he's surprised but then he'd be lying. He knows you and your tendency to wander off; this is nothing new to him. Now it's just a matter of finding you again… for the third time this week, he remarks internally.

He would try calling you but he already knows you forgot your phone at home. He's got to get better about reminding you to take it with you whenever you leave the house, especially if he's constantly having to chase after you like you're some sort of loose gerbil.

Thankfully, he sees a set of footprints which he believes to be yours leading away from the bench. So, with no better clues to guide him, he decides to follow after the tracks, hoping they'll lead him right to you.

It's not long into it that he hears a sound in the distance, sort of a low, pleasant humming that grows stronger the closer he gets. It's only a minute or two later when – eureka! – he finds you standing with a small crowd who've gathered to listen to a group of carolers.

Ahh, of course. He should've known. You just can't resist a good live performance. Like a siren calling to you in a storm, one way or another, you'll always find your way to them.

Price easily sidles up next to you, flashing a smile when you briefly turn to take notice of him. His hand finds the small of your back as he joins you in listening, enjoying the festive songs performed by the carolers.

You're standing for a while, attention fully drawn to the singers ahead, when at some point you lean into Price’s ear, your voice lowered to a whisper.

“You washed your hands?” Your question is earnest, if not a little playful.

In response, and with a tone most firm, he declares simply, “...Yep.” Though, the way his hand slips from your back and into his coat pocket reeks of something awfully similar to guilt.

Ghost

You're on your 15th row when you spot it. There, standing not quite two and a half meters tall, perfectly green and dense and conical: your Christmas tree for the year.

An excited squeal leaves your lips and you swiftly run up to the tree to admire its beauty. “This is it! This is the one! Oh, isn't it just perfect?” you say reverently.

“Hold on a minute, love,” Ghost tries to rein you in as he lags a bit further behind. “Isn't that wha' you said about the one a few rows back? Wha' about that one?”

Oh yeah! You forgot all about that tree!

Well, now that he's reminded you, you want to do a little comparison. You tell him to stay put and guard this one while you quickly run back to check out that other one.

Two, five, nearly ten minutes pass and you haven't returned, much to Ghost’s chagrin. He thinks his bollocks must’ve shrunk three sizes by now from how long he's been standing out in this freezing cold.

After a dozen or so minutes, he tries ringing you, just to make sure everything’s alright. When there's no answer on the other end, he tries again, but is met with the same silence that has a streak of alarm bolting up his spine.

Ghost has always been a worrywart when it comes to his loved ones, and that concern only amplifies when it comes to large crowds and even larger spaces.

What's taking so long? Where have you gone? Are you lost? Hurt? Something worse? His mind begins to spiral.

Fuck it, he decides, and abandons the tree in order to seek you out. As he searches, row after row yields nothing but strangers and snow-capped firs. By now he's starting to fully panic, running around like a maniac, drawing the eyes of everyone in the lot as he yells out your name.

When he finally runs into you again – literally runs into you – he's out of breath, his heart pounding, and he grabs your shoulders with his strong hands and nearly shakes you out of your knitted cap.

“Don't scare me like that!” he's more exasperated than angry, and he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. “Thought somethin’ might've happened to you,” he confesses, holding you to his chest like he thinks you'll evaporate if he lets go.

“M’sorry,” you mumble into the wall of hard muscle. “Got distracted.” The excuse is as weak as your skeleton feels beneath his embrace.

Distracted? What could have possibly distracted you enough that you didn't hear him screaming your name?

You pull back just enough to look at him, a sad curl to your lip that he can tell is forced. “I saw the cutest French bulldog,” you say, and Ghost has the audacity to scoff. “No, really! He was wearing the most adorable little Christmas jumper, and his name was Bark-tholomew. Bark-tholomew!” you stress.

Now that he knows you're safe and sound, Ghost loosens his hold on you, closing his eyes as he feels his pulse begin to slow.

“I asked the owners for a picture. Do you wanna see him?” you add hopefully.

When Ghost opens his eyes again, he's met with that sweet look on your face – that one he's unable to resist. He holds his breath for a beat or two, before letting out a deep, resonating sigh. “...Yeah, alright. Let's see it.”

Soap

It's unsurprising to find the mall jam-packed the week before Christmas, but that doesn't mean Soap isn't still annoyed by the swarm of bodies. But that's what he gets for waiting so long to go holiday shopping. Curse those last-minute deals and his inability to pass them up!

However, rather than wandering aimlessly through the mall, Soap has a game plan for today's spree. He knows exactly what stores he wants to hit, in the order he wants to hit them. And with you following closely behind to help, he's sure it'll be no sweat.

The first shop is easy enough to navigate with you trailing after him – providing your input when he inquires, and holding his items for him once he picks the one he wants. The second shop is much the same and the third even easier.

It's on the way to the fourth where, too caught up in his lists, Soap doesn't notice as you divert from the path, something else much more appealing stealing your attention away. It isn't until he's trying to decide between the last remaining pairs of snowmen or gingerbread men socks that he turns to ask your opinion, only to find you nowhere in sight.

He peers around the store for a second, not spotting you anywhere, before he suddenly feels his phone vibrating in his pocket. Your picture flashes across his screen and when he answers, the first question out of your mouth is, “Where are you?”

Where is he? Where are you? You were supposed to be following him, he not-so-subtly reminds you.

“I'm by the Cinnabon,” you tell him, then make a sound like you're taking a sip of something. “They've got hot chocolate. Giving out free cups of it,” you say, and that has Soap's ears instantly perking up.

Oh. So that's what had you scurrying off in his time of need. Honestly though, he can't say he'd have done any differently if he had caught scent of it like you did.

His movements falter for a beat, slowly lowering both pairs of socks in his hands. “Get me a cup, will ya?”

“Sorry. Can't.”

‘Can't’?! Well, why not?

You inform him that they're only giving out one per person and they seem to be running a pretty tight ship, so it's not like you could sneak another under the radar. And that makes sense, he supposes. They want everyone to have a chance to enjoy some.

“But that's why I called,” you continue. “It looks like they're almost out. So if you want one, you gotta come quick.”

The sudden deadline has Soap's eyes darting down to the themed socks in his hands. If he leaves now, they'll no doubt be snatched up by someone else. But the prospect of a cup of hot chocolate is equally as tempting, if not more so.

After debating with himself for about half a second, he asks, “…Where’d ye say ye were again?” as he places the hangers back on their racks. “By the Cinnabon. Right.” He makes his way to the front of the store, moving as quickly as possible. “Wait there,” he tells you, and once he's out the door, he's running full speed, his shopping bags swinging violently in his hands. “I'm comin’!”

Gaz

The night before Christmas seemed as good a night as any to take a walk around the neighborhood. So once you and Gaz had bundled up all nice and warm, you went for a stroll around the block, heading wherever your feet decided to take you.

Over an hour later, you're both just enjoying the evening – giving cheerful greetings to passing neighbors, turning down unexplored streets as you try to soak in this gorgeous night.

It's as you come up to another fork in the road that Gaz suddenly realizes one of his shoes is untied. He stoops to tie the laces, eyes cast down in his concentration, and as he does, you continue walking ahead, completely unaware that you're leaving him behind.

By the time he's finished and stands up again, you've vanished into the middle of this unfamiliar neighborhood.

Damn it. There you've gone and done it again. He knew he should have invested in one of the backpack leash things you see parents try to wrangle their wayward kids in.

You’d both left your phones at home in order to try to fully immerse yourself in this experience, so now he's forced to go old school when it comes to finding you.

He knows you couldn't have gotten very far; it's only a matter of if you went one way or the other. He picks a direction at random and after walking for a moment, he comes across a passerby whom he asks if they've seen someone matching your description. When they say they haven't, he then doubles back, repeating the process in the opposite direction.

Before long, thankfully, Gaz thinks he spots you stopped in front of a house not too far in the distance. He jogs up to where you're standing, and when he comes within earshot, he jokes, “Need to get you a bell or something, hun.”

Though the joke was lame at best, you don't react to it at all; don't even seem to hear it, honestly, which is likely given how distracted you currently are.

Your focus is entirely drawn to the house before you, your back to the street as you stare up at the brick facade. The house is stunning, absolutely covered top to bottom in all sorts of Christmas lights and decorations. It's by far the best display you've seen all year, and a breath of pure amazement leaves your lips as you take it in.

“Wow…” The word clouds the chilled air with a light puff of smoke. “Isn't it beautiful?” your awe bleeds into your voice, making it gentle, dreamy, like a sweet bell ringing in his ears.

Your tone has Gaz turning to face you, watching how you marvel at the way the lights twinkle and shine. A kaleidoscope of colors reflect off your skin, and an almost angelic glow seems to radiate from within you the longer he looks.

As he admires you, Gaz can't help how a smile slowly overtakes his face. With his eyes still trained on you, he takes your hand with his, and speaks softly, almost in a whisper, “Yeah… beautiful.”

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[togrowoldinv]

First Date

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

You pick Wanda up at her home for a date and learn a lot about the woman by the time she goes back inside that night

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, mommy kink (oops), thigh riding, oral (R receiving), Wanda’s first time with a woman

Note: Milf!Wanda, am I right? Y’all enjoy this one!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You take a deep breath and knock on Wanda’s front door. You fiddle with the flowers you bought her as you anxiously await for her to open the door.

The woman had agreed to go out with you after you met her in the coffee shop you work at. You weren’t usually one to ask customers out, but you felt drawn to her in some way. And she seemed to have felt it too.

The door opens and there’s a young child standing there.

“Hi,” he says to you. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m y/n. Is this Wanda’s house or?” You are asking the question when the woman finally makes her appearance.

“Tommy! What did I tell you about opening her door?” Wanda scolds him lightly.

“Not to do it,” the little boy says, his eyes avoid Wanda’s gaze. “I’m sorry, Mom.”

Mom. That’s not a piece of information you knew about the woman.

“That’s alright, sweetheart. Try to remember, okay?”

“I will!” The boy promises. Wanda kisses his head and he runs off inside the house.

Wanda finally can turn her attention to you.

“Hi y/n,” she says. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries,” you reply. “These are for you.”

You hand her the flowers and she holds them to her heart in awe.

“Come on in and I’ll put these in a vase before we go,” Wanda says.

“I’m assuming that’s your son?” You make small talk as you follow her inside.

“Oh, yes. That’s Tommy. He’s my rambunctious one. Billy is much more calm.”

“Right. Okay, so two kids then?”

“Yes. Twin boys. Is that a dealbreaker?” Wanda asks, her voice only half indicating she might be joking.

“Of course not. I love kids,” you say. She breathes a sigh of relief. “Plus, that means I’m dating a total milf.”

Wanda laughs so hard at that comment that she can barely breathe. You smile at how beautiful she is even when she’s cackling.

“I needed that laugh,” Wanda says as she finally gets her breathing back to normal. “I just need to tell the boys goodbye and I’ll be back, okay?”

“Perfect,” you say.

You give the woman the space to go and tell her sons goodbye. You can’t hear much through the walls but you hear a chorus of I love yous as Wanda leaves the hall and finds you again.

She follows you to your car and you open the door for her. The car ride goes quickly and you’re at the restaurant and seated in record time.

The talk between you and Wanda flows easily and it’s like you’ve known each other for a long time. Dinner is a delight and on any normal date you’d want to take her home that night, but you don’t want to rush things.

Still, you park back in Wanda’s driveway and neither one of you necessarily want this night to end.

“Wanda, I had an amazing time tonight,” you say. You look over at her in the passenger seat. She’s absolutely glowing in the moonlight.

“Me too, y/n.”

Wanda leans in just a few inches closer to you, but she stops.

“You’re going to have to kiss me because I’m too scared to kiss you,” she admits, her eyes gazing into yours.

“You don’t need to be scared, baby. How long has it been?” You ask. She knows what you mean.

“Far too long.”

“Let’s fix that.”

You take Wanda’s face into your hands and kiss her. You put everything you have into the kiss and Wanda melts into a puddle from the feeling. Your hands and your lips and your tongue make Wanda feel like a brand new woman.

“Is it always that good?” She asks once you break for air.

“No ma’am it is not,” you reply.

“I really want you,” Wanda says. She gasps at her own bluntness. “Sorry, I just- that was amazing, but I don’t expect anything else.”

“Wanda, I really like you,” you assure her. “If you want me right now, you can have me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Come here,” you say, moving your seat back and tapping on your lap.

Wanda moves to your lap and her skirt slips further up her legs. Creamy thighs reveal themselves to you.

“Wanda, you’re so beautiful,” you tell her. You run a hand through her hair and she shivers. Pulling her down for a kiss, you’re sure to let your other hand wander over her.

It slips under her shirt and up her abdomen to her chest. Wanda moans into the kiss when you fondle her breast under her shirt.

She pulls away and lets you pull her shirt over her head. You go for her neck this time, kissing and leaving bites that make her let out delicious sounds.

You notice the woman is desperate to relieve the feeling between her legs.

“Wanda, baby, ride my thigh,” you instruct her.

“Are you sure?” She asks.

“Definitely. Let me help,” you say.

You pull her skirt further up her hips to reveal her lacy underwear. You slip your fingers across the wet material and pull them to the side.

Wanda gasps at the sensation of her naked pussy rubbing against your pants for the first time. Once she gets a rhythm, she feels better than she has in years.

“I love seeing you like this, Wanda,” you encourage her. “You’re doing so well.”

“Fuck,” Wanda moans. “Feels so good.”

“Yeah I know it does, mommy,” the word slips out, but the way Wanda has to grip your shirt harder to keep herself from falling over with pleasure tells you that it’s okay. Even that she likes it.

“I’m going to come,” Wanda says, her words mixing with moans of pleasure.

“Come for me, Mommy,” you say.

Wanda comes hard against your thigh. Her legs shake as she leans against you.

“Fuck that was so good,” Wanda says. She grabs your face and kisses you passionately. It almost feels like a thank you kiss.

Wanda smiles at you when she pulls away. You swear you’ve never seen such a beautiful woman.

“Can I- do you need to-“ Wanda stumbles over the words.

“Only if you want to,” you say to her. “I’m more than happy to just please you.”

“No. No, I just haven’t- with a woman before,” Wanda admits.

“Oh, well you just did pretty damn amazing. You’ve got this,” you say.

Wanda chuckles and she situates herself on her knees in front of you.

“May I?” She asks, gesturing to your pants.

“Please,” you say.

Her deft fingers work to pull your pants down your legs with your underwear as well. Wanda hesitates, so you guide her to your center. She licks through your folds slowly, but once she gets comfortable she picks up the pace.

“Just like that Wanda, fuck,” you say as she keeps going. She gets the hang of what makes you feel good quickly.

When she uses her thumb to brush against your clit while her mouth is still at work, you grip her hair tight.

“Are you going to come for Mommy?” Wanda pulls her mouth away just enough to speak.

“Yes ma’am,” you reply.

She grins devilishly and puts her mouth on you again. She’s successful in just a few more minutes.

You ride out your high and Wanda climbs back up into your lap.

“Thank you for tonight,” Wanda says. “I haven’t felt this good in- well maybe ever.”

You kiss her lips softly. A reminder that you really like her.

“I feel good too, babe. Can I see you again?”

“Is tomorrow night too soon?” She asks.

“Tomorrow night sounds perfect.”

Wanda moves back to the passenger seat and you two get dressed again. With one more goodnight kiss Wanda goes inside her house, and you drive home with a smile on your face.

Best first date ever.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #milf!wanda #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff comfort

[mncxbe]

Can i request something along the lines of "God look at you, how pathetic. I don't care that it hurts, your one job is to be my playtoy and yet you're not even good at that. I know you're just a dumb mutt but I can tell that you want to please me. Now be the good little whore I know you are and make yourself cum for me." Something like this if thats fine it can be any character you’d like from BSD if you cant do this its completely fine!!

sorry it took so long but yes sure I did my best to write it but it sweetened it a bit. I honestly felt that Fyodor would be best for this so I hope you like it♡ Also not me always having to explain why they're fucking // gentle reminder that I'm still taking requests so send them in

11 p.m

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/fluff

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: degradation/ overstim.

Fyodor didn't usually get jealous; and even on those rare occasions he managed to maintain his cool demeanor. He knew you possessed the type of beauty that everyone was drawn to, regardless of their gender. That's what made him feel drawn to you in the first place. He didn't fall for your charms tho, but for your keen intelligence, wits and sense of loyalty.

Every time a man would flirt with you he would watch you turn him down with a smile on your face, waving him off like he was a mere insect. In other words, your boyfriend trusted you and never doubted your devotion.

That was until he spotted you whispering in a corner with Dazai. You were at a party held by one of the town's officials; a man who wanted to join Fyodor's cause. While they were discussing business in a separate room you were left alone with the other guests. You were quite surprised to see your boyfriend's biggest enemy there, quietly sipping champagne from his tall glass.

You walked up to him and struck up a casual conversation.

"Tell me, miss. What's Fyodor's girl doing here all by herself?" he eventually questioned with a hint of amusement in his voice.

"I see you know who I am. Well, I just wanted to go out tonight, nothing more"

"So your boyfriend isn't plotting anything with the officials?"

Your lips curled into a grin as you finally understood what formidable a opponent Dazai was, why Fyodor was so worked up about him.

"Not at all" you replied meekly as Dazai leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind dancing with me. Since you're all alone"

At that moment you felt Fyodor's arm snake around your waist.

"Hello, dearest. Sorry I made you wait"

He spared Dazai a quick, spiteful glance before pulling you away, guiding you towards the grand doors. The brunette only chuckled, mumbling something you couldn't hear.

When you got out of the building the car was already waiting for you and you quickly got inside; the wheels squealing on the pavement as you drove off.

"How was it? Did you strike a deal?" you asked your partner, but he didn't reply. You then tried to touch his hand and once again he brushed you off.

The ride home was awfully silent; but as soon as the door of your bedroom was closed, your boyfriend spoke in a low voice.

"I see you enjoyed yourself tonight. How did you find Dazai, quite charmind isn't he?" His voice was laced with anger and you noticed it.

"Not at all" you replied carefully "I mean, he's intelligent but I wouldn't say charming"

"Interesting. You seemed to enjoy talking to him; had those big doe eyes, always fawning over him"

"That's not it, Fyodor I~"

You were cut short by his hand, which wrapped around your neck in a swift motion. His lips crashed against yours as he pushed you until the back of your thighs hit the bed frame. You toppled backwards and fell onto the soft mattress with Fyodor on top of you.

His teeth grazed the soft skin of your neck. "I'm quite disappointed in you, doll. Didn't expect you to behave like that." His voice sent shivers down your spine, your back slightly arching under his touch "Seems like I need to teach you a lesson"

Fyodor suddenly spun you over so that your chest was facing down and lifted your hips while unbucking his belt. His calloused hands slid to your hips as he pulled up your dress, exposing your drenched lingerie.

He let out a chuckle before pushing himself into you. You whined, your legs wobble from the burning sensation.

"Fedya please wait I'm~"

"Yes you're quite wet I can see that" he said as he began moving, earning another moan from you. He set a fast pace, making your whole body shake with pleasure; you loved it when he was rough on you.

Surprisingly enough he let you cum when you felt like it. You fell onto the mattress and laid on your back, heaving.

Your partner's eyes wandered along your figure.

"Take off that dress. I'm not done with you yet" he ordered in a harsh tone.

And you obeyed, undressing yourself and before you knew it you were back underneath him, legs wide apart as he thrust into you. "Look at you, such a mess for me" he spoke again, his violet eyes locked with yours. You could only mumble a 'yes' and roll back your eyes as he pushed you through your second orgasm.

Then the third.

Now he had you on top of him; his fingers buried deep into the flesh of your hips, guiding your movements. After climaxing so many times you were starting to get dry.

"Fedya 's too much. C..Can't anymore it hurts" you mumbled under your breath.

"I don't care if it hurts, your only job is to be my playtoy and you can barely manage that. I can tell that you want to please me though so be the good little girl I know you are and make yourself cum for me."

The tears that were forming at the corners of your eyes started cascading down your cheeks when your heard his cruel words. You nevertheless picked up your pace, grinding on him. "That's it. See, wasn't so hard" He started rubbing circles on your clit, causing you to clench around him.

You reached your high soon after; your thighs squeezed his narrow waist as you leaned forward, laying on your partner's chest with your eyes closed; your tears of pleasure wet his pale skin.

When Fyodor gently pushed you off him you tensed. "Please no more I can't take more" you whined but he only brushed off your tears, caressing your cheek with his hand.

You eventually slowly opened your eyes, daring to look ag your partner. His gaze was a lot softer now, any trace of annoyance or anger having dissipated.

"Are you alright, my dearest? I'm sorry if I went too far" he inquired worriedly.

"Yes, I'm okay. Just a bit sore"

After a few minutes of silence spent calming your heartbeat you spoke again.

"Are you still mad at me for talking to Dazai?"

Fyodor huffed and lay next to you, pulling your body closer to his. "I'm not, my dearest. I just don't want to have to compete with that man for your heart."

You chuckled lightly and nestled in his embrace. Your head came to rest on his chest; arms locked tightly around his torso.

"I could never love anyone but you, Fedya"

"I sure hope so" he eventully replied, but you were already fast asleep.

Fyodor let himself drift into the reals of dreams, your steady breath lulling him to sleep.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd smut #fyodor bsd #fyodor smut #fyodor x reader #smut #fyodor x you #bsd dazai #dazai osamu

[bunnysbrainrot]

Coat Check

Relationship: Pedro Pascal x fem!Reader

Content: slight(?) exhibitionism, quickie, creampie, unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, slight degradation

Summary: You accompany Pedro as his date to an elegant dinner. Your teasing from earlier that day had stirred up some ideas for him to work with. Thankfully, the coat check is pretty unoccupied.

Dinner was… uncomfortable. At least for Pedro, with the way your foot trailed along his calf under the table. The entire ride here, you’d been teasing him - running your hand along his thighs, whispering to him about how badly you needed him inside of you. He, thankfully, regained his composure before getting to the restaurant, with no evidence of what you’d done to him on the way over.

Even still, Pedro wasn’t forgetful. He could put on a good show of obliviousness until the right time. Throughout most of the meal, he'd acted completely unaffected.

But of course, you decided to wear his favorite dress tonight. Not just any dress, but it’d been the one that hugged your curves perfectly, the kind of dress that brought unwanted stares. Pedro noticed the ogling looks you’d gotten when you arrived; it was the fact that you knew this would happen, and didn’t care. You’d just done it to piss him off, to get some sort of punishment at home.

That wasn’t Pedro’s plan. He had thought of something far better than making you wait. Waiting until you got home would’ve been too predictable. And with the way you’ve been batting your eyelashes at him didn’t help your case.

Pedro pulled out his phone, donning a concerned expression and muttering apologies to those at your table. He’d been invited to a celebration dinner with a few of his fellow actors from a few different shows - a few of them were notable, but your eyes had only been for Pedro, as always.

He pretended to talk quietly on the phone for a moment, before standing completely, giving you a tap on the shoulder.

“So sorry, everyone, can you excuse us for a few moments?”

To his relief everyone assured him to take his time. He leaned down to you, hissing into your ear.

“You’re coming with me.”

You coughed to mask the redness over your cheeks. Nodding apologetically to those at the table, you excused yourself and followed behind your boyfriend. He kept a swift pace toward the front of the restaurant, quickly scouring the coat check. To his relief it was empty, a thick wall of coats and jackets to hide you from view of any passersby.

Scanning the room once again, Pedro propped the door into the coat check, eyeing you darkly.

“Wait, right now?” You asked incredulously.

Pedro nodded once, “Now.”

You assessed the empty room before obliging, dipping past Pedro and into the back corner of the coat check room. A light switch was beside the door Pedro stood in front of, but he refused to turn off the light. Not after the stunts you’d pulled to embarrass him in public.

“What’s going on?” You said, a slight smirk on your lips. “Am I in trouble?”

Without a word, Pedro rushed to you, gripping the back of your neck for an urgent kiss. Your lips moved in tandem with his, a soft moan drawn out when his hands roughly kneaded your ass. His hands found your hips, tugging you toward him. You gasped when his hard length pressed against your stomach. He was ready. More than ready.

“You wanna be a tease? You know exactly what I’d do to you, but you just kept pushing.”

Your fingers fumbled over the buttons of his dress shirt, but Pedro smacked them out of the way. He let out a low grunt before taking both of your wrists, binding them together above your head. Any resistance was met with a firmer grip bordering on the edge of pain. Pedro’s lips found your neck, kissing upwards to the soft spot below your ear. You squirmed against him, letting out a soft whine, grinding your hips a thigh that had pried your legs apart.

His free hand squeezed your hip, guiding you into a steady rhythm on his thigh. Your slacked mouth and lolling tongue invited Pedro in for more, but there was no time for that. He could use that beautiful face later, he thought.

“Dirty girl, getting off like this,” he purred, nipping gently at your neck.

Normally he’d leave those beautiful purple bruises you loved, but this wasn’t the place for that. Perhaps he could leave some on your chest, a lovely little secret of who takes claim of you each night. You ground harder, pleading for any friction against your clit. Pedro hitched your dress in the front, quickly slipping a hand into your panties and right to your heat. He groaned against your neck upon feeling just how wet you’d gotten.

Pedro whispered lowly, “Look at that - you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded fervently, bucking your hips into his fingers, trying to get one into your entrance. He gave in quickly, filling you slowly with two fingers until you stretched comfortably around him. Pedro curled each digit, striking your sweet spot with the utmost precision. You cried out, immediately silenced with Pedro’s mouth on yours. For this to work, you needed to be quiet. Silent.

If you'd been home, he would've drawn this out further, at a more sensual pace. But at this rate, with his greedy hands, it would rush over you in a matter of seconds. He found a steady pace, each stroke tugging you closer and closer to your release. Pedro knew exactly what it looked like before you came - had practically memorized it. Your eyes screwed shut, walls clenched around him, and your breath held before it crashed over you.

“Come on, sweet girl, you can do it,” he cooed, trailing his tongue across your bottom lip.

You let him in to explore you as his fingers worked on your aching cunt. You let out a high-pitched sigh into his mouth as you came around his fingers.

Pedro praised, “Good, good. Such an obedient little whore.”

One thing you adored about Pedro was how different he was in the bedroom. While in public he was softhearted and gentle, it was the complete opposite when you two were left alone. He was thoughtful and respectful, but his demeanor in the bedroom was anything but innocent.

He pulled his fingers out of your pussy, bringing them to your lips. Both of you trailed your tongues over his soaked fingers, moaning at the taste of your slick. Two fingers slipped into your mouth, played with by your tongue as you hollowed out your cheeks around them.

"You have no idea how badly I wanna use that mouth," he mused, "but-"

Pedro reached below your ass, hauling you up against the wall at your back. His hips pinned between your shaking thighs, wedging you in at the perfect height.

Pedro released your wrists to fumble with his belt buckle. His breathing was rushed, as if this wasn’t moving fast enough to satisfy him. Shoving his pants and boxers to his thighs, Pedro pressed the thick head of his cock to your slit, still covered by your soaked panties. You whined, now holding back your sounds with both hands firm on your mouth.

You ground your hips into his cock, a pitiful moan muffling against your hands with the lack of friction. Pedro hooked a finger on your panties and tugged them to the side, prodding your swollen clit with the tip of his cock once again. Both of you let out a soft sigh, arching into the pleasure.

Two hands hitched up your dress past your hips. Pedro gripped the base of his cock as he lined up with your entrance, easing in past the head, and stretching you out with every glorious inch.

You let out a shuddering cry as Pedro bottomed out, stilling inside of you. Your walls fluttered around his length - a long, breathy moan fell past Pedro’s lips as he began to move.

“So fuckin’ tight,” he murmured.

The harsh slaps of your hips colliding filled the room, paired with the occasional moan or grunt as you both neared the edge.

Pedro leaned in, hoisting your legs up against your chest for a deeper angle. No matter how many times you’d done this, the sheer girth of his cock felt like it could split you in two. And now with the added depth, you were impossibly full, ready to snap.

He said lowly, “So desperate for my cock… just couldn’t wait ‘til we got home. Gotta get filled up now, huh?”

You nodded dumbly, crying out against a hand Pedro shoved against your mouth. His hips bucked into you relentlessly, the shockwaves of those smooth movements sending a roiling heat to your sex. The familiar band in your stomach stretched and stretched, moving you ever closer to another climax.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll take care of you. Get you stuffed nice and full."

The words crashed through you, your orgasm shooting through your core in a soft wail. You cried softly against Pedro's hand while he fucked you through the shockwaves of your orgasm. The slower pace lasted but a few moments before he resumed that same relentless rhythm as before. The unmistakable stuttering of his hips told you he was nearing the edge of his own release.

His eyes met yours before he reached that ecstasy; Pedro always insisted on looking you in the eyes as he came - he needed to see that beautiful face you made when his cum coated your walls, warm and foreign. You whined softly - a sweet, pitiful, desperate noice that unraveled Pedro fully, his orgasm rushing through him as he let out a shaky groan. He rested his forehead against your own, eyes never straying from yours while the warm ropes filled your cunt.

Pedro removed his hand from your mouth, gripping your hips to push himself in further.

"Gotta get it deep in there. Keeps you all nice and messy while we finish dinner," whispered a satisfied Pedro.

He pulled out of you gently, helping you get steady on your feet. You tugged your underwear back up your thighs, the wet fabric over your core sending a chill through you. Pedro fixed his pants and ruffled through his hair, then looked at you fondly.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

Panting, you gave him a nod. He leaned in and planted a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Alright, let's get this dinner over with. We're not done yet."

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[queenshelby]

The Director (Part six)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Domestic Abuse, Violence

The following day, when you saw Cillian on set, you tried to avoid him at all costs. What transpired between you the evening before confused you and even though James had left set, you knew the truth was still the same.

Cillian is married and so were you!

Resisting him, however, was somewhat difficult especially now that you had shared a kiss and, unfortunately for you, at around 4 o'clock you had to shoot a scene with him and the rest of the crew that was about to become the most difficult one yet. 

The scene involved him and Florence Pugh who you only just had met earlier that day. It was a raunchy scene in which both of them were going to be completely naked save for some skin-colored underwear. It was the raunchiest scene in the movie and had to be shot on a closed set with just essential personnel.\

Daylight was fading and the scene had to be shot inside a cramped meeting room. 

Cillian, despite your previous encounter, was professional, all business and did not look at you as you both prepared, side by side. When he took off his robe however, you audibly gasped, catching his attention.

His freckles were stark against his pale, reaching almost translucent skin.

He looked starved almost but also incredibly handsome as, without having to be asked, he took his position on the flimsy chair in the middle of the room. 

His eyes flickered in your direction, but they quickly darted away, avoiding your gaze. You could almost see the distance growing between the two of you.

Yet, despite the awkward tension between you both, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him, even more so than before. He was the forbidden fruit, the spark that had ignited a fire inside of you, the one you couldn't quench, no matter how hard you tried.

"Quiet on set, please!" Chris announced, snapping you back into reality as Florence, too, took of her robe after having been counselled by the intimacy coordinator.

"Let's do this, shall we," she said professionally, shaking of her nervousness while Cillian simply nodded.

"Yes," he said almost silently as, somewhat awkwardly, Florence sat down on top of him.

Her naked body pressed against his as she looked at him, an awkward smile playing on her lips.

The tension between the two was palpable, somewhat nerve-wracking even, and you could feel the anticipation rising between the cast and crew.

Chris signalled the camera crew to start rolling before he shouted "Action!"

Florence gingerly moved, attempting to make her movements seem natural and seductive as Cillian sat passively underneath her just as he was instructed to do just as you yelled out for them to stop.

"Chris, the camera isn't focusing," you told him while the cameraman tried to fix it without luck.

The tension on the set was palpable, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as you watched the two actors uncomfortably. 

As the cameraman worked tirelessly to find a solution, you couldn't help but steal glances at Cillian. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, he remained calm and composed, his piercing blue eyes focused on the scene. 

"I am so sorry Flo, are you okay?" Chris asked, seeing that this must have been rather awkward for her, but she took it with a sense of humor. 

"Of course, I am fine Chris! It's part of my job, it's cool," she replied, trying to lighten the mood, but you could see the slight embarrassment on her face, mirrored by Cillian.

The cameraman finally found a solution, and you signaled to continue. "Let's try it again, shall we?" you asked, hoping for better results as Chris yelled out "action". 

The scene progressed once again, and with every movement, every sigh, you could feel your heartbeat quicken.

You tried to direct their motions as best as possible, but your mind constantly wandered to imagining Cillian in his raw, vulnerable state, despite yourself.

The camera captured each sensual movement, the emergence of desire, and the intimacy between Florence and Cillian until you were satisfied with the take.

"Cut," Chris called out after you nodded at him, signaling approval.

A sigh of relief washed over the set, allowing the tension to dissipate as Florence and Cillian untangled themselves from this awkward position before putting their robes back on. 

You couldn't help but let your gaze drift back to Cillian, his freckled skin and lean body, the image seared into your memory. The heat forming in your cheeks reminded you of the kiss you shared, leaving it all feeling deliciously wrong with a lingering sensation of guilt.

"Well done everyone," you eventually said nonetheless, snapping out of your reverie and offering the actors a warm smile.

"I think that's a wrap for today!" Chris then announced, his voice booming through the set as the actors and crew members let out a collective sigh of relief and, just as you were about to turn around and help tidy up, Cillian reached for your arm carefully.

"Y/N, is there any chance we could talk?" Cillian asked, his voice soft and - surprisingly - nervous, causing your heart to skip a beat as you looked down at his hand carefully holding on to your arm.

Your first instinct was to pull away, terrified of what he might want to say and even more so, what your reaction would be.

But the concern evident in his bright blue eyes and the gentle touch of his hand stopped you from retreating.

"Okay," you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper as you motioned towards the empty chair next to you. "I will come to your trailer in a few minutes?" 

you finally agreed, your voice barely above a whisper as you glanced around quickly to make sure nobody heard you. The last thing you wanted was for any rumors to spread even if they weren't necessarily true. 

Cillian nodded, giving you a faint smile before releasing your arm and disappearing into the crowd of cast and crew members, who were busy packing up the set. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you watched him leave, knowing full well that what you were about to do could potentially ruin your life.

To be continued...

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[dontaskwhybutarsonsoundsokay]

Becoming || 18+

Fem reader X Sleep || Sleep token 

Contents: breeding, worship, fem sub

You see yourself, standing small against the tall being in front of you. There is a coldness in the air, one that feels new, aggressive, and controlling. Yet, at the same time the air was stagnant, each breath you took felt long, and drawn out.

"hello?" you yell out, you can see the being in front of you, but have heard nothing from them. you look down and grab the flashlight from your pocket, shining it up at the being. The bright light illuminates the beings face. Suddenly you feel a low rumble of the ground beneath you.

"hello there" the beings voice is so low it rumbles the earth around you. "who are you? how are you so tall" you look up at the being, who looks at you in a way that feels.... loving. You didn't expect this from the creature. You wrap your arms around your body trying to keep warm. A low rumble shakes the earth again, this time its more intense, the being seems to be shifting.

"I am everything you have ever feared, loved, enjoyed. I am Æ̶͕͈̥̜̎͐́̀Σ̶͔̱̤̼̇͌̐̋Å̷̢͓̯̗̑̂̂̀ß̵̛͖͖̗̱͛̆̎Ð̷̛̙̲̖͊͑͝ͅ" " the being is now closer to you. you barely reach their chest, you have never felt so small compared to someone before. you watch as their chest expands and collapses slowly, the rhythm of their breath is calm and controlled. 

"What?" you ask, unable to recognize what language the being is speaking, you thought you understood at first, but it also felt inaudible. Their chest rises and falls once again,"that's what most people say.” the being mumbles, “You can call me sleep" the voice thunders through the air.

Your body collapses to the ground. you feel as the being wraps their arms around you picking you up. Their body is warm against yours, their skin is soft and almost feels like velvet. You feel yourself slowly drift off to sleep in their arms.

-

You awaken in a small room, the floor under you is soft. you look up and see Sleep above you. "This normally doesn't happen when people meet me" their voice is quiet, and calm. The air feels still and calm as opposed to the cold, aggressive air from earlier. You look around trying to absorb as much of the environment around you. As you look around you notice you are on a big cushion, or so it seems. 

You sit up slowly, "I- I'm sorry" you say. you don't even know why you are apologizing. the being sits down next to you and caresses your cheek. The hand feels soft, and it almost pushes you back into your dazed state once again. 

"it's okay little one" Sleeps’ hand grabs yours as they plant a soft kiss on your cheek. "I need a new vessel"

"a, a what?" you ask. confused what the being means. you sit there confused, trying to understand what the being means by a new vessel.

"I need another hu-, person to work with," their voices hushed. the beings hand rests on your thigh. "I chose you. you are mine now." The vessel pushes your legs apart, the air is warmer than before. It feels safe, you feel like you are home, in a place deep in your memory, even though you know this place is new. 

The being smiles at you, a smile that feels warm and inviting, but there's something darker there. They find themselves over your body, pushing you to your back. Your chest tightens as you find yourself letting Sleep do what they please. You feel Sleep's hands push their ways up your thighs. Their hands felt rough on your skin. As their hands get closer you feel your arousal get more and more wet. Their fingers slip into you quickly, putting pressure in all the right places. Your breath hitches under their body, as they continue to finger you, you can’t help but moan lightly. 

“Just like that dear,” the being says lightly. The being speeds up while unzipping their pants slowly. “Now, don't be scared. Okay,” Sleep growls lightly in your ear, slowly pushing your pants down. “You belong to me” they whispers

You nod in agreement. You allow the being to enter you slowly, they are much larger than you expected. You moan lightly, your chest feels tight against Sleeps’ body. Their breath on your neck sends shivers down your spine, their lips trailing down your neck and shoulders leaving marks in their wake. The soft purple and red bruises look gorgeous on your skin. They move down to your breasts. Lightly biting at your nipples, spending time on each,  licking and sucking at each breast. Sleeps thrusts grow faster, as they grow more and more desperate to be deeper in you. Their hands find your hips, pushing their fingers deep into your hips you feel as their nails claw into your skin. You want to scream but the second you open your mouth you feel their hand land over your mouth. 

“Shush little one” the being says softly, their eyes looking deep into you. You feel like you are losing yourself, you no longer feel like you are your own person, with every thrust Sleep takes, they take away a piece of you and give you a piece of them. “Give yourself over to pleasure” they softly growl into your ear. 

You don't know how to feel, you have never felt this way before. You feel yourself letting go, Sleep grunts in your ear “oh you make this feel so good. Let me fill you” they whisper. You hear those words and you suddenly find yourself nodding in agreement with sleep. Sleep takes this as the cue to fully make you theirs, you feel your body slowly become filled with thick spurts of cum. Sleeps body twitches against you slowly. “You are mine now, you belong to me.” the being whispers softly. You stare at the being, and nod in agreement. You knew this sealed your fate. 

Then suddenly, you wake up. Your alarm clock is blaring, and you are laying in a puddle of your own sweat, and your thighs feel warm. 

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[anemonelovesfiction]

I Don’t Hate You

Ao’nung x Fem! Human! Reader

Warnings ⚠️ : Oral (fem receiving), cussing, MDNI 🔞

Thank you to whoever requested this, this is for you ❤️

I didn’t proof read as I am my own beta reader and I’m at work, sorry if its not too smutty for you, if it was actual smut it would have been too long!! As always English is stricken through

Translation Station

Tawtute: Sky Person (human)

Marui: Home (in Metkayina)

Ma’ite: my daughter

Innui- (ee-new-ee): made up name for Ronals youngest child

Tsahik: Spiritual healter; Shaman

Vrrtep: Demon

Sa’nok: Mother

Tsmuke: Sister

Iknimaya: Rite of Passage

Tsurak: Warriors mount

Syulang: Flower

Tewng: Loincloth

Word count 2.8k

I was only acting in the way everyone else had expected me to. Given the predicament I was in- a tawtute won the hearts of not one but both my parents, leading to a ritual in which the three of them were mated- I would say what I had currently just said to my newest sibling was up to par with what anyone else in the village believed I would say. Something hurtful about her extra digit, something about her looks, something about her size, how much of an inconvenience she was; and I’d said all of them. She was a shy thing and often spoke to Tsireya in a hushed voice, my sister had welcomed her and her mother in with open arms, but I was yet to be won over, but I was truly happy for my parents for having found their missing piece, I just wish she weren’t a tawtute, or that her daughter was unbelievably beautiful.

Her lips thin in an attempt to stop herself from crying but the fat tears in her eyes were a dead giveaway that what I had said had hurt her, and even though this was the last thing I wanted to do to the beauty that stood before me, I knew it was expected of me to hate her, so I acted like I did. My ears flicker and become downcast as I hear her sniffle, once more attempting to keep in her tears before they spilt on her cheeks, and she managed to look as beautiful as the day I first saw her.

Without another word she turns briskly and starts running in the direction she had come from, my heart hurts as I notice she picks up her hand to wipe what I assume are her tears, her sniffle causing my ears to perk up in an attempt to continue listening to her, I sigh. I want to chase after her and apologize but there were people watching.

_________

“Thats why I don’t talk to him, mama, I can’t keep-“ I stop as soon as the marui pod’s curtain was drawn back and Ronal -my stepmother- walks in, I don’t bother continuing the conversation and force myself to look away from her stare, one look and I’m sure I’d spill everything I’d just told my mom.

I make an effort to speak in English to my mom in order to prevent anyone from eavesdropping, but she had started teaching Ronal and Tonowari the language so they understand what the humans who drop supplies off say and they’re picking up on it very well. I’m starting to feel as though no one is on my side anymore.

“Ma’ite-“ She coos as she runs her thumb on my cheek gently, I only pout at her response, knowing she’d switched to Na’Vi so Ronal would understand clearly.

“What is wrong, you look bothered, are the village boys being mean to you again?” Ronal asks as she settles the newest addition to the family down, I only avoid my mothers gaze and watch as the baby starts crawling around curiously checking everything out before smiling widely and crawling faster toward where my mother and I stood. She worked quickly to make her way toward me and wobbly stood herself by using my thighs as support, she reached the length of my mid thigh in full height and she was only nine months old.

“Forget it.” I mumble before gently shifting Innui to support herself on my mother, making sure she was stable before walking out of the marui without sparing a glance toward the tsahik.

I don’t bother lifting my head off the knitted walkway as I’ve slipped on it and ended up with one foot through the hole one too many times, a bad habit I’d created as I walked on the beach, looking at the sand seep through my toes with every step I took, not bothering to check my surroundings. Although if I’m honest I would have thought that I wouldn’t be bothered since it was almost dinner time and a majority of people were starting to wash up to prepare food.

“Hey little freak, what are you doing out here alone?” My back stiffens and my head is immediately snapping up at the sound of his voice, a shiver runs through my body as I slowly turn my head and coming face to face with one of Ao’nungs lacky’s, the one I stupidly mistaken for Rotxo when I first met him, but he was so unoriginal I didn’t bother learning his name.

“I’m not a freak.” I responded while still keeping my back to him.

“I’m sure your fourth finger would beg to differ, you’re so weird, yet so interesting.” He stated clearly and I could feel my face growing hot at his words. He always has to find a way to torment me and I thought I’d escaped it until tomorrow but I was wrong. I could feel my body tensing in anger and I’d rather not blow up and give him another reason to hate me, so I turn around to finally face him.

“Four fingers or not-“ I lifted my hand to show him my fingers and wiggling them for added effect “-I am not weird.” I managed to get through without stuttering.

“With the way you act I’d think the reason you torment me is because you like me.” I roll my eyes as I cross my hands at my chest and notice his hairless brows furrowing, giving me an angered expression, he sneers and gets close to my face, causing me to back up.

“I would never like someone as worthless and useless as you. Get that through your thick tawtute head, you are undesirable and it is unclear how your vrrtep sa’nok managed to sneak her way into our clan leaders home.” He places a finger on my chest and pushes me rather harshly, causing me to fall on my bum.

“What is going on.” An angered voice spoke from behind me, the unmistakable sound of my step-brothers voice ringing through the air, I furrow my brows in confusion before turning to look at him, seeing the water droplets falling from his skin and hair, he must have gone for a swim before dinner.

“Your vrrtep tsmuke was mouthing off to me-“ He begins with his lies to justify why he’d pushed me but I scoff at his words before feeling Ao’nung reaching down to lift me up, I’d never felt his skin before and even though he’d just stepped out of the water it was warm.

“She is not a vrrtep, she is family, you do not go around pushing Tsireya like this, do you?” Ao’nung is quick with his words and doesn’t let his act of lifting me up deter his staring contest with Great Value Rotxo- Rotxo from wish? I try not to giggle at my thoughts.

“I am only treating her how you do. Is it only okay for you?” He asks with a slight snarl.

“Leave her alone.” He stated in an authoritative voice and my knees almost buck, he almost sounded like his father, I would be lying if I didn’t find my step father attractive, but I couldn’t bring myself to think of him that way.

Wish Rotxo shifts his eyes down to my blank expression, before they dart up above my head at what I could only assume was my step-brother, his face showing annoyance and anger before turning around and walking away without another word.

“Stop getting into trouble, you always need my help-“

“Are you fucking kidding me? I didn’t ask for your help, you just came up here flaunting your-“ I stop myself as he looks at me the way his mother stared at mine after yelling in English, understanding of the action but not the language. I roll my eyes and squeeze them shut before taking a calming breath, letting a sigh roll off my body as I pinched the bridge of my nose, and looking up at my step brother.

“I didn’t ask for your help.” I stated in Na’Vi “I had the situation under control.”

“That is what you call ‘under control’, getting harassed by a man and being pushed by the mere strength of his finger?” He scoffs as he crosses his arms.

“How is that any different than what you do? You hate me just as much as he does. I didn’t know you wanted to be the only one who tortures me.” I roll my eyes and deliver the same amount of sass back to him.

“I don’t hate you.” He stares directly through my soul as he says these words and a shiver runs up my spine.

“You only say the mean things you’ve said to me if you hate someone, so do not lie to me and pretend you don’t-“

“I do not hate you.” He moved closer in a matter of a millisecond, his face close enough to touch mine, but he’s being serious.

“Ao’nung, stop lying, you don’t treat Tsireya the way you treat me.” I huff and cross my arms once more.

“Thats because I’m not in love with her.” He stated matter-of-factly and I open my mouth to yell at him for how he’s treated me some more but the sudden confession hits me like a ton of bricks.

“You-“ I stare at him as he nods slightly “-Me?” I ask as I point to myself and see him nod once more.

“But I-“ I stop as I attempt to analyze the situation.

“-and you!” I use my hand to signal to him and stop from speaking once more, lowering myself to the sand as I attempt to process it, yet am unable to. I can see he’s also sunken down to squat near me, paying close attention to me.

“Why?” I finally ask. His hand reached out to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“Because of who you are.” He shrugs.

“You’re kind to everyone in my family even when I wasn’t kind to you. You’re quick to learn a lot of things especially when it came to helping our parents spend some tome together by taking care of Innui. You’re adorable when you hold my baby sister in your tiny hands, especially when you make that face.” He points at me as I listen to him.

“Oh I get it, this is a joke.” I slap his finger away with the back of my hand and start to laugh.

_________

Her head tilted back and the melodious sound of her laughter made me angry at first, but the angle at which she held her head was perfect in showcasing the tattoo on her neck, the design she’s carefully chosen after passing her iknimaya- even as a tawtute she managed to bond with a tsurak, making me hopeful in her ability to bond with a mate. And not just any mate, me.

Some feeling must have overtaken me as my fingertips dance around the flesh of her neck, following the tattoo down toward her collar bones where they stop, her laughter had died down as soon as I’d touched her and my ears perk up at the slightest gasp mixed with a moan, my eyes darken as she backs up quickly, my first instinct was to grasp her by her neck, scooting closer to her.

“What are you-“

“Shh,” I shush her as my other hand carefully slides down the length of her arm and allowing myself to divulge in the smooth feeling of her soft skin. I finally take her small hand in mind and gently bring it up to my lips, eyes staring at hers, and kissing her knuckles gently.

“I. Do. Not. Hate. You.” I enunciate my words while using my thumb to caress the tattoo on her neck.

“Okay,” she mutters breathily, seemingly in a daze.

“Do you believe me now?” I ask as I get close to her face and watch her dazed stare, I can feel her breath quicken and grow heavier, her mouth slightly agape.

“Please-“ she stops herself from speaking and y hand instinctively presses on her neck, urging the words to slip out of them.

“Tell me syulang, please what?”

“Kiss me,” her eyes only focus on mine as I lean in and touch my lips toward hers, her the softness of her mouth on my lips had me feeling as if Eywa had taken me up to live with her, my entire being felt complete with this little tawtute.

I push my knees on the sand below, letting go of her neck and allowing my hand to wanter up her delicate cheek, my other hand pulling her waist closer toward me.

She nips at my lower lip and I back off immediately, wondering if the reason for her doing that was because I’d somehow been too rough or hurt her in any way, just to see her smiling shyly instead. Reaching her hands out to grasp my face, pulling me closer and looking into my eyes before leaning in and kissing me again.

I run my fingers along the rest of her body just wanting to feel all of her, feeling how her skin raises under my fingers and prickling a bit, making an effort to run my hands against her back and feeling her wriggle in my grasp.

“Fuck,” The foreign word escapes her mouth, drunk off her scent I continue kissing down her neck where her tattoo sat and hearing her beautiful moans.

“Wait, ‘Nung-“ She gasps as I gently nip at the skin on her neck and shivers at the feeling.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask in a serious tone.

“N-no,” She murmurs.

“Then why wait?” I ask as my arm snakes around her waist again.

“The water-“ She turns her head to point at the tide and I feel the heat rise up in my chest. Whenever we choose to mate we usually do so in the water, and the fact that she remembered that made me feel happy, this was definitely the woman I wanted to mate with.

“Come.” I stand and gently tug on her arm as I walk toward the water.

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My tewng was pushed to the side, his mouth was working on my pussy, his tongue swished along the side of my clit, his hands were playing with my nipples, and my back was up against the rock of the retaining wall. I was furiously bucking my hips and attempting to keep my moans to a minimum in case other Na’Vi were nearby.

I could see the cook fires in the distance but they didn’t matter when my pussy was being devoured skillfully by the man who tore up my feelings, now he’s just tearing me up, and I loved it. I squeeze my thighs around his head as his tongue slides against a particularly sensitive area pf my clit, making me his tongue continue to slide over that same area, my nipples are being squeezed and I can feel myself losing control.

“I’m coming, ‘Nung-“ I gasp as I let go, the explosive feeling making my hips buck on their own accord and the waves of the ocean lapping up over my already sensitive stiffened nipples added another sense of euphoria. His hands had abandoned them and taken place to hold my thighs close to him as I came down from my high until I went lax in his hold.

He pops his head out from under the water with a smirk on his face, his first breath in wasn’t even that deep and made my cheeks sting at his previous words before he’d sunken under.

“Let me show you just how long I can hold my breath,”

“Wipe that smirk off your face.” I roll my eyes tiredly, I was just happy I’d already given him a hand job and half a blowjob before he’d gone down on me.

“I’m good.” He doesn’t even bother making it sound like a question at this point.

“Practice makes perfect I guess.” I joke and he can tell my underlying comment meant I knew he’d done this with other girls before.

“Yet none have ever tasted as sweet as you, syulang.”

“Sure,” I mumble as I reach over to grab my top, expertly putting it on my body in a quick fashion.

“Are you upset with me?” He asks as he places a gentle hand on my arm.

“No you big doofus, we need to go to dinner before ur parents think we’re out murdering each other,” I laugh lightly and his smile returns.

“I like seeing your smile.” I mutter almost too quiet, but his ears flicker when I say that, his cheeks turning a purplish color.

“I like seeing you.” He smiles sheepishly, something I’d never see him do before.

“I see you,” I mutter.

“I see you as well.”

#avatar #avatar smut #avatar the way of water smut #afab reader #human reader #avatar the way of water #aonung #aonung x reader #aonung x reader smut

[memoiremunson]

Casual Dominance - Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: various instances where your bf Eddie Munson demonstrates dominant behaviors in your relationship.

A/N: I wrote this pretty quickly as all these scenarios of Eddie being soft/dominant came to me all at once. I am such a sucker for casual dominance like this with Eddie in other fics and had to divulge and write some of my own. I must admit I did draw inspo from a writer on here who I can't remember (sorry!) where they wrote something about Eddie pulling the reader's skirt down. Ever since I read that, it has lived in my brain rent free and thus this was created. So, thank you to that writer whoever you are! Also, the format of this fic is a bit wonky but I hope you're still able to enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1,467

Warnings: smoking, creepy men, drinking, protective Eddie, kissing, defensive Eddie, drugs, fluff

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Eddie is definitely the type to display various ways of casual dominance. He would never be overbearing but I feel like he’d be very protective of you, wanting to ensure the absolute best for you. He had never loved someone so deeply as love in his own life was scarce. A true romantic at heart, Eddie would vow to protect those who he loves dearly, and my oh my if you were his significant other, you would be at the top of his list. 

Sometimes when you’d come home drunk after seeing Corroded Coffin perform at The Hideout, he’d take off your makeup for you, knowing you’d regret it if you didn't because every single time your eyes burned as soon as you cracked them open in the morning. He’d lead your stumbling figure over to sit on the toilet before getting your makeup wipes that he had stashed away in his room. 

“Sit, sweetheart.” 

“Come on, Edsss,” you drawled out, “ ‘m tired,” punctuating your sentence with a huff and a slight pout to your drawn lips. 

He chuckled as he ran his thumb softly over your extended bottom lip, he found you so endearing when you were like this. 

“I know, honey, but we got to get your makeup off.” He spoke in a hushed voice despite the trailer being only the two of you as Wayne was working his shift at the plant. 

You mumbled incoherently with a slight whine to your now higher-pitched voice. 

Eddie had now kneeled to be eye level with you, one of his large jeweled hands expanding over your exposed knee. His warmth seeping into your already heated body. 

His other hand worked to wipe at your darkened eyes gently. His face contorted in concentration as he worked. His dark eyebrows pulled in towards each other as his pink tongue made its way to the corner of his lip. The room suddenly grew quiet with only the hum of the overhead fan going and the soft breaths of yours and Eddie’s filled the air. 

Finally finishing your eyes, Eddie made haste in wiping off the color on your stained lips. You hummed at this, knowing he’d be finished soon. As that peaceful look came across your face, he couldn't help but stare with pure love and adoration in his eyes. His large brown doe eyes sparkled under the rather dull bathroom light but all could see the adoration that pooled in his eyes.

He could no longer resist before pressing his lips to yours in a soft gentle kiss. You reciprocated it despite not being able to really feel it as the alcohol still coursed heavy through your veins.

“I love you so much, sweetheart, you know that?” 

You now opened your eyes to see the face that you were always meant to love. 

“Yes, Eds. I love you too.” 

The two of you stared, taking the moment to truly let the words sink in. You interrupted the serene moment as the weight of your limbs came back from the floaty feeling Eddie’s love gave you just a moment before.

”Can I cuddle with my Eddie Teddy now?” You asked as your lips pouted again and your eyes turned to puppy ones. 

Eddie’s laugh ricocheted off the plastic walls as your smile grew into a giggle. 

“Of course, sweetheart, let’s go.” 

Another instance would be when you’d be talking energetically about something and he would adjust your clothing or hair. Once you were talking enthusiastically about how great the new song was to the hellfire boys at a band session when the neckline of your shirt began to slip lower. Eddie was quick to spot the top of your bra and moved to smooth out your shirt. 

He placed his large hand on your back and slightly tugged the shirt back into place. All the while, the boys made sure to keep direct eye contact with you as they respected Eddie way too much to be disrespecting him in front of him. His eyes met yours briefly as you continued to talk and he gave you an encouraging smile as you continued expressing your excited feelings. 

Another time, you both were at a party playing a stupid drinking game that he can’t seem to ever remember where you were standing up and sitting down again. With your constant movement of going up and down, your skirt had begun to ride up. He noticed some of the guys taking quick glances at your receding skirt line and exposed thighs. Eddie would quickly shut down their wandering eyes by yelling a “Hey! Watch it, man,” putting on that intimidating, hard exterior that had been cultivated from years of being the town freak.

It worked every single time as the guys would quickly look away and not dare to spare another curious glance. His large hand would then gently tug down the material of your skirt, all while admiring your beautiful smile and knowing only he could get to see that much of your exposed skin. Thus, tying into my idea of Eddie being a “my girl can wear what she wants, I can fight” kind of guy.  

Eddie would constantly carry your purse, backpack, shopping bags, anything. He’d refuse to let you carry things as he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible and enjoy whatever you were doing wholeheartedly. He would often look silly with your frilly, soft-toned purses against his hard, studded outfits of metal band t-shirts, signature leather jacket, battle vest, and ripped jeans. Yet, he never hesitated and always felt pride with you by his side. 

One thing he’d always make sure to do was be the driver when you'd two hang out or go to school. He felt a sense of control when he was behind the wheel, knowing he’d be cautious in protecting his beautiful passenger princess.

When he’d catch you trying to smoke one of his cigarettes, he’d give you a stern warning that often led into a lecture on how he does not want a pretty thing like you to get addicted. When you’d ask him why he could do it but not you, he'd reply with a simple, “I’ve got a reputation to maintain, sweetheart.” The response always left you huffing and puffing while he gave you a signature Munson smirk and inhaled the delicious smoke. 

He would also put you behind him if someone got in his face or a client would unexpectedly walk up to him. Sometimes when things got a little rowdy at The Hideout, he’d shield you away from the brashness of heightened testosterone and alcohol levels. Whether it’d be someone in the audience or a member from the other acts wanting to pick a fight, he’d slowly put his arm out and guide you behind his tall figure, puffing his chest out and making his stature stoic and hard. You couldn't complain though, as the view of his broad shoulders and stiff back had you swooning and wanting to run your hands over the expanse of his sexy back profile. 

Or when you’d be out and about around town, enjoying yourselves and a client would interrupt the two of you. You knew he dealt and was fine with it but he did not want those two aspects of his life crossing. Thus, when a client who was seemingly desperate for goods came up to you and Eddie in the middle of a date, he’d immediately shield you from their sight. He’d tell them that now was not the time in that lower register of his that you’d never hear directed at you. 

The client would try and argue with Eddie but he never backed down. Meanwhile, you’d just brush your thumb across his knuckles as he held your hand behind him, assuring him of your calming presence. Once the agitated client left, Eddie would relax his body and apologize softly. You’d always forgive him but the incident would still leave him upset for a while. That is until the next time he spoke to said client and it would be understood that that would never happen again. 

Even when he was not around, he had told the boys to look out for you as the target on his back easily transferred to yours. The hellfire boys all agreed as you’d quickly become one of their own. So in the rare moments when he wasn’t with you and one of the boys was there when someone decided to shoot off a mean remark, they’d be ready to defend you. 

So yeah, even though this isn’t an ask or really a fic, more like a really long blurb???, I definitely feel like Eddie would be casually dominant with you out of sheer love. Now, in the bedroom, this would transfer in mind-blowing ways that plenty of people here on this site have written about and you should go read!

Thank you for reading, Angel! <3

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[abbysbunny]

Ok so you know those TikToks of artists drawing random people they see on trains kinda deal? So I was thinking in a modern au of Vi and Artist!reader where R does a portrait of Vi and gives it to her before getting off the train and disappearing. Then maybe a pt 2 or a skip where they meet again? I feel like it would be super cute and I really like your writing style so! Hope you have a great day/night<333

DRAWING

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part two

plot: you continue your famous series of drawing random people, but vi wants to know more

warnings: none!

word count: 0.3k

notes: again sorry this is so short but I will be making a part 2!! I loveee this idea and thank you for requesting!!🫶🏼

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just a while ago you went viral on social media for a simple video where you drew someone on a train and gave it to them, since then every week you would take a train, find someone, and draw them.

today was one of those days. sitting across from you was a muscular girl with short red hair and a nose ring, listening to music with her head laid against the shaking train wall.

you pulled out your stetckbook and a pencil and started drawing the outline of her face, as you got into more detail it got much harder, she had scars and such particular bone structure, you loved it.

you kept glancing at her and a couple time she noticed and would nudge at you almost as if she was asking why you were looking at her, you would just giggle and get back to drawing, 'weirdo' she thought.

by the end of the train ride you were done, you looked at her one more time to see how well you had done, but when you looked at her she was looking right back at you, you quickly ripped the page out, she furrowed her brows and opened her mouth like she was gonna yell at you, but before she could you handed her the drawn on peace of paper and rushed out the train.

she looked down at the item in her had and carefully observed it, she saw a small watermark on the left corner and decided to search it up.

she found your page and was immediately interested, 'so she just draws people?' she questioned to herself, she followed you and slipped her phone back in her pocket, she stared down at the paper once again, 'what am I even supposed to do with this?' she bit the inside of her cheek, she wanted to ask more, like why draw her? and not someone else, could you draw draw her again?

she didn't know why she wanted to but she needed to see you again and actually talk to you, luckily that wasn't the last train you'd be taking.

#lou and anons(⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠) #vi arcane x reader #vi arcane #arcane #arcane fanfic #vi arcane fanfiction #vi arcane imagine #vi arcane x fem reader #arcane x female reader #arcane x reader

[captain-lessship]

Call Me

A/n: Because of two posts I have made, I have driven myself to writing this. I love this man and would die for him

A call came on your phone, you groaned as you rolled to other side of your bed and answered it.

“This better be important. It is almost  ten at night.” 

“How quickly can you be in Japan?” 

You sat up, worry growing, “That important,” you thought, “Do you know when the next flight leaves?” You flick on your lamp.

You heard typing, “Knowing how long it takes you to pack, traffic, going through security. There’s one that leaves at four in the morning. A direct flight will take fourteen hours and 5 minutes.” He responded. 

You yawned, “Okay, go ahead and buy the ticket. I will get ready and next time, sweetheart, if you have the slightest inkling you have a case I could work on, call me. You know I have become fond of solving them or at least helping Watari take care of you.”

“I am sorry for waking you, I really am.”

You got up and walked to the bathroom, turning on the light and then the shower. “Only because you know I get when I don’t sleep.” You joked.

You could hear a slight smile in his voice, “You do get cranky.” 

“I better let you go fight crime, Batman.”

“See you soon, Robin.” 

You pressed the read button on your phone, a pleased look fell to your face as you got ready.

As you walked through the airport, you were scanning the crowd, knowing that a terrible murder could have been hiding in plain sight. 

Then you saw a familiar face: an old man, holding a sign with one of you aliases written on it. V

You smiled. L came up with it.

You walked up to the old man and took off your dark sunglasses, “Hello old friend, we going for Granddaughter and Grandfather again?” He nodded, you promptly hugged him. 

He hugged you back. “Let’s get you to the hotel, shall we?” He offered you his arm, which you gladly took.

You and Watari talked the entire car ride. You both were happy to see each other but the news on the car radio snapped you from the friendly reunion. 

“This guy, he’s got a lot of people confused, doesn’t he?” 

“Yes, the police are trying their best but I think it wise for L to call you. Even if you can’t be of much help case wise, you are a moral boost wherever you are.”

“Aw, thanks. But I’m sure poor L is so focused on one part there will be a moment I will ask him a question and it’ll click in place, like it did the last few time.” You giggled.

A slight smile was drawn from the old man, “Yes, that was honestly rather lucky and funny. I think it’ll do him good to have someone to diffuse the tension.”

You talked more as you reached the hotel. 

“I will go in first. We can’t be seen leaving or entering together. I will call you and act as if you’re going to see an old friend.” He stated as he got out of the car and began walking to the entrance. 

You waited for several minutes, your phone rang. You promptly answered it and began talking along with Watari as you walked in and through the lobby. 

You hung up once you got in the elevator, your thoughts drifted to L. It had been four year since you met him, an odd but great four years. You grinned as you thought about your other days with him.

L was perched on your counter, watching intently as you shifted flour. 

“L, if you want to help, could you cream together the butter and sugar.”

“I prefer watching you, if that is alright.”

You put your hand on your hip, “You ever heard the story about the Little Red Hen?”

He shook his head no, “I never read children’s stories.”

“So the synopsis is that the little red head does all the work to bake herself a loaf of bread. All of her friends, who she asked for help, now ask for some bread,” you look at L, “And she says: No.”

He was already making a move for a bowl.

You chuckled to yourself as you remembered that. L was a very intelligent and was confident in all of his decisions but there were moments where he was goofy and mildly childish.

The elevator dinged opened, you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and walked out into the hallway,  now scanning the room numbers to find the room. 

You saw Watari exiting one of the rooms, you two said nothing when you passed each other. When you came to the door he exited from, you did the knock.

“It’s unlocked, come in.” He said.

You looked around then opened the door, promptly shutting it behind you once you and your belongings were inside. 

You locked the door, then looked into the room. You were a little amazed. Last time it was a motel on the side of the highway but this? This was beautiful. You knew the room would be better just based on the lobby but this was better than you imagined.

“Don’t get too comfortable.” 

Your eyes found L. Ever so slouchy and tired looking. You walked to him and stood directly in front of him. Had he been standing at his full height, he would’ve been slightly taller than you but do to his posture, you were eye level.

“Hi.” You said, trying to look irritated. 

He just smirked ever so lightly, “Hello.”

He opened his arms and you fell into them.

“I swear to god, if you ever do this to me again, I will dangle you by your feet out a window.”

“Violent, aren’t we?” He muttered, hugging you tighter. 

“Tired.” You mumbled.

“Take your things to the bedroom and you can take a nap. I have called the Special Task Force to a meeting here. You are welcome to either stay asleep or join us.”

You pulled away from him, still in his arms, “They’re coming here? Do you know how bad of a hostess this makes me look? Not having anything to offer them to eat? Oh and the fact you’re going to reveal yourself to them.”

“It’s not ideal but I need to do it to gain a level of trust.”

“But do we trust them?” 

His black eyes were looking direct int yours, scanning your face and your reactions. You sighed. 

“Of course you do or you wouldn’t offer.” You yawned, “Aren’t you tired?”

“Only a little bit.” He answered.

“Then come to bed for a while. What time is the meeting?”

“Midnight.”

You checked your watch, “A two hour nap would do you some good.” 

He hummed, he was thinking about it which meant he really must be tired. You simply grabbed one of his hand that were still on you and led his to where you guess the bedroom was. 

You were right, you made him sit on the bed while you went to retrieve your suitcase to grab your pajamas. 

“Are you going to sleep in that?” You we’re referring to his jeans, which you personally couldn’t stand to sleep in.

“Yes.”

You rolled you eyes and sighed, “Fine, give me a minute.” You sat your suitcase on the bed and opened it. 

You took out a pair of ankle length silky pants and a black tank top along with items like your toothbrush, tooth paste and your overnight moisturizer. You quickly did your night routine in the bathroom and got changed. You exited the bathroom to see L in the exact place you left him. His eyes darted to you.

You walked to the left side of the bed and rolled back the covers, sliding under them and let your eyes to see L still on top of the covers, per usual. He did this anytime he had to be up before you. He scooted closer to you, using you as his his pillow. You pulled your arms free from the covers to let to your fingers carefully play with his hair and let the other intertwine with his. 

“I missed you,” you whispered.

“I missed you too,” he responded, a light yawn followed. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” 

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[nobody7102]

A Very Long Time

Paring: Jake 'Hangman' Sersin x Wife!Reader

Warnings: Fighting, stressed out parents, SMUT, fingering, Daddy and Mommy Kink, kind of sub!Hangman, pussy whipped!Jake, NSFW

A/N: So that one scene from 'The Wolf of Wall Street'.... yeah

Main Master-List

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It certainly wasn’t how Y/N expected to start the day off. 

For starters little Lorraine Seresin who at only 6 months old was the pride and joy of her parents, woke up at 5:30 AM. Which normally wouldn’t be a problem, Jake would just heat up a bottle, feed her then rock her back to sleep, earning Y/N and Jake another two hours of sleep if they were lucky. However it was a problem when Jake spilled the last of the frozen milk and the last tin of formula had been used, thus forcing him to wake up Y/N to nurse their dear sweet Lorraine.

Not the best start to the day but what can you do when you have a baby, but to make matters worse neither of them had slept more than 3 and a half hours due alternating who got up in the middle of the night. 

So as Y/N nursed she caught Jake mumbling something under his breath as he decided to start his day. “Can’t wait till this is fucken over…” 

Raising her brows, she scoffed, causing Jake to look up from whatever he was doing “what?” His voice laced with concern as he watched her finish nursing, he followed Y/N into the nursery as she laid Lorraine down once again “Baby what is it?” He continued 

Y/N quickly made her way back into their room, turning on the baby monitor before turning back to Jake as he closed the bedroom door. She crossed her arms “You can’t wait for what to be over?” She hissed

Letting out a groan Jake rubbed his temple, placing a hand on his hip “really? Now?” He muttered “look Baby I don’t know what you think you heard-“

“Really?!” She quickly cut him off “because what I think I heard is that you either can’t wait for our daughter to-“

“Don’t bring Lorrie into this okay?” He huffed “you wanna know what I can’t wait for?!” He threw his arms out to his sides “I can’t wait till your maternity leave is over because maybe once you get in the air again and have an adrenaline rush, you’ll get this stick out of your ass and your attitude will be better”

Scoffing Y/N tilted her head “my attitude?” She laughed “I’m not the one who’s the nag, ‘oh there’s baby stuff everywhere’ ‘when did we get so messy, why do we have all this shit’ that’s what happens when you have a baby Jake!” She motioned to him “if anyone has a stick up his ass, it’s you” 

Raising his brows Jake pointed to himself “I’m a nag? ‘Jake can you do this, can you make sure everything is sanitized three fucking times’” he mocked “out of the two of us” he motioned “who unclogged your tits when you couldn’t?” he motioned to himself “who’s been doing the majority of all of the house work so you could recover so you didn’t pop any of your stitches” he motioned to himself again

“Last I check, you agreed- nay you signed up for this when you” she pointed to him “talked me into having a baby”

“I’m sorry for trying to be a good husband Y/N!” He huffed “but I didn’t sign up to deal with a whiny bitch!” He froze seeing how red Y/N’s face got and how her brows knitted together “I can’t fucking deal with this right now” he groaned before throwing on a pair of sweats over his boxers and grabbing a zip up hoodie. He turned to the door “I’m going to Bradshaw’s because I can’t-“ He took a deep breath “we can’t be around each other right now” 

Watching as he left, Y\N waited till she heard the front door close before she threw a pillow at the floor, not wanting to wake up Lorraine by throwing it anywhere else.

As the day wore on, Jake stayed at Bradley’s, sending Y/N apology texts and trying to call her only to be sent to voicemail. Around noon he finally decided that enough was enough.

Pulling into the driveway he noticed how the blinds in the living room were drawn and Y/N’s car hadn’t moved from its spot. 

Upon entering the house he heard the familiar soft tune of one of Lorraine’s music toys playing in the living room. Slipping off his shoes he took a few steps into the house before peeking his head around the corner to see Y/N leaning against the armchair with a blanket thrown over her legs as Lorraine rested her head on her mothers shoulder. 

Moving her eyes away from her daughter, Y/N watched as Jake crouched across from her on the floor, pulling the sleepy girl from her shoulder she flipped her around so she could look at Jake before the baby leaned against Y/N’s chest “Hi my Lorrie-Bug” he cooed.

She placed a kiss on Lorraine’s cheek “Say, hi Daddy. Mommy was just about to lay me down for a nap” she hummed 

“Why don’t I do that” he asked before Y/N carefully handed Lorraine to him “there” he hummed once Lorraine was settled against him “now Mommy can relax a little bit” he kissed her cheek before looking at Y/N “Does Daddy get to kiss both his girls?” He inquired 

Not paying attention to him, Y/N started to pick up the toys that had been scattered across the floor “Why doesn’t Daddy put Lorrie-Bug to bed” she played along 

Letting out a sigh Jake went up the stairs, rocking Lorrie as he went to further lull her to sleep before he walked back down the stairs “look Y/N…” he called out “I know I was an ass this morning but I’m sorry and right now I really just wanna kiss-“ 

“Ohh no” Y/N called out from her position against the armchair, causing Jake to pause on the last step and set the baby monitor down on the table that was a few feet away from the stairs “no you see Daddy, doesn't get to touch Mommy for a very long time” she crossed her arms.

And for the first time since that morning Jake took in Y/N state. Her hair was washed, the scent of her favorite lotion filled the air, a lotion that Y/N specifically reserved for when she shaved. 

And she dawned a blue sundress- no

She was dawning his favorite blue sundress. It was open backed thus causing no need for a bra, with blue laces that criss-crossed over her skin, it was a long dress but Y/N had pulled it up so the bottom hem rested right over her thighs to expose her shiny legs that she kept pulled up to her chest. 

Licking his bottom lip, Jake stepped off of the last step and onto the floor as his eyes traced over her form, he gulped “…and why is that?”

Locking her eyes on his face, Y/N leaned on her elbows against the chair. Lifting the hem of the dress higher as she pulled her legs away from her chest, spreading them out in front of her. Allowing Jake to see the full view of her naked cunt.

“Ohh Baby” his eyes widened, not prepared for the perfect sight in front of him. Bracing his hand on the railing of the stairs, he sank to his knees to be eye level with her “Y/N” his voice groaned “please, I was such an asshole” he whined “and you know that I am so fucking stupid and so unbelievably sorry” he rambled “and I would do anythin-“

Crossing one arm over her stomach she raised the other, her pointer finger taunting him as it wiggled back and forth “tsk tsk tsk, Daddy shouldn’t waste his time” her hand lowered to rest on her knee slowly sliding down her thigh “because since Daddy thinks that Mommy’s such a whiny bitch” her fingers grazed over her folds causing Jake to let out a moan as he slowly crawled towards her 

“He’s gonna have to take a good look, because Mommy got so sick of wearing panties” with the hand that wasn’t teasing Jake she pulled out a pair of white cotton panties from behind her back which caught Jakes attention “so she threw them all out” 

As she threw the fabric behind her, Jake’s eyes followed them, a wicked grin came to Y/N’s face “What’s wrong Daddy?” She mocked, causing Jake to turn his attention back to her, he paused, gripping the armrest of the couch as her fingers danced around her clit.

“Y/N” he panted “why? I said I was sorry”

Her mouth moved to frown “oh poor poor Daddy” she hummed before slowly rubbing circled on her clit “He’s so sorry when he wants what he can’t have” she moaned inserting two fingers into her pussy throwing her head back against the chair. 

“Mommy loves Daddy so, so much and there's nothing she wants to do more right now than let Daddy fuck her into the floor” she smiled at the ceiling hearing Jake crawl closer to her, and just before Jake was within arms reach. She put her foot on his broad shoulder and shoved him backwards. “Well, I guess it's time for Daddy to be taught his first lesson.” She looked back down to Jake, who had almost a pained look on his face.

Keeping her foot planted on Jake’s shoulder, Y/N closed her other leg to obstruct his view, he whined as she continued to pump her fingers into herself “No touching” she moaned.

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Bloodline

Fandom: Mortal Kombat Legends: Cage Match

Relationships: Johnny Cage/Lord Raiden

Rating: E

Some misc content tags: godly sex, magic that makes Raiden horny, handjobs, blowjobs, nonstandard electric genitalia, trans!Johnny Cage, weird sex (like rly weird), brief breeding kink/fantasy (not acted upon), touch starved Lord Raiden, made up cage cult lore

Ao3 link also but I wrote it all in tumblr drafts like an idiot first so it’s here too

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“Johnny Cage, please… sit still.”

Raiden’s grip tightened on the man sitting in front of him, attempting to stop his squirming as he ran the wash cloth over his shoulders once more.

“Ah come onnnnn,” Johnny whined, “it’s cold!”

Raiden sighed. “It is meant to be. You have been infected by Netherrealm magic, Johnny Cage. These marks, the demon blood sitting in your veins…” He ran his fingers over the lines and symbols on Johnny’s back before quickly pulling away. The man below him shivered. “The healing waters of the Sky Temple will cleanse it from you,” Raiden continued, “but you must let me do my work.” He paused for a moment, softening. “I am sorry for any discomfort. I will try to be gentle.”

Johnny mumbled something quietly under his breath about shampoo and steam spas, before squaring his shoulders and reluctantly settling in once more. Raiden smiled, turning to dip the rag in the cool, glowing bowl of water on the table behind them. He wrung it out briefly, humming under his breath as he turned back to look over the skin yet to be cleaned.

“Lean forward, please,” he instructed. Johnny dipped his head down, and Raiden pushed the hair from the back of his neck, bringing the cloth to the last of the large diamond still drawn at the top of his spine. Johnny hissed at the contact.

“Why don’t you finish telling me about your fight with Shinnok?” Raiden prompted, hoping to distract him from his discomfort. He did not wish for this to be unpleasant, truly, but it still had to be done. Raiden could sense the touch of the Netherrealm on Johnny Cage, buzzing alongside… something else he could not place. It made him uneasy.

“Oh yeah!” Johnny’s head shot up in excitement before he froze, ducking back down apologetically. Raiden chuckled. “Where did we leave off again…? Oh! Right, kidnapped and tortured by my beautiful and demonic ex-costar. Alright, so—”

Raiden listened intently as Johnny once again launched into a colorful description of the last few days, recounting much of his own hardship and the battles he faced. Raiden worked the cloth slowly from the peak of his back down to the ink on his tailbone, moving up to his arms when he was finished there. He had already heard much of this story from Ashrah’s report to the temple earlier that day, but it was good to hear Johnny Cage’s side of things, and he was entertaining to listen to, if a bit grating.

“—And then I had a fuckin’ epiphany, you know? Throughout my life I’ve been told I’m special, and yeah, that sounds like the most stereotypical asshole claim to make coming from me, but when you’ve got Netherrealm women coming after your ass, it makes a guy reconsider! It was like I could feel this… this power in me.”

Raiden stilled his ministrations against Johnny Cage’s sternum, glancing down at him curiously. Ashrah had not mentioned that.

“It popped out earlier in the fight,” Johnny continued, “a little bit, at least, but I thought it was some trick of the street lights or a lucky hit, I dunno. But then I felt it. Solid. I knew what I had to do so I just went like—” He mimed a punch with one of his free arms, (“Bam!”) and for a moment, his skin lit up in green.

Raiden gasped, a jolt of brightness coursing from the surface of Johnny Cage’s skin into his own. It swept through his being with a surge of foreign mystic energy that left his fingers tight and his head spinning.

“I know right?” Johnny continued, oblivious. “It was wild. But anyway, he couldn’t touch me with it. I could just, bam bang pow! And he took it like a test dummy!”

Raiden nearly buckled. Every sound effect was punctuated with another flash of Johnny’s power, each new surge of light coursing through Raiden’s mind in a wave of heat and desire. A desire for service, a desire for touch. He could not focus. His fingers squeezed for purchase on Johnny’s shoulders, attempting to brace himself, his head light with visions of mortal bodies and twisting, rippling, green.

“And then it—Woah there big man, are you alright?”

Raiden groaned as Johnny Cage’s hand brushed over his thigh, flinching when he squeezed it slightly to steady him as he swayed.

Raiden blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure.

“I am not… I am not sure…” he grit out. His voice was ragged, his mind warm.

Johnny looked concerned. “Maybe you should be the one sitting down right now. Hang on.”

He moved to get up from his chair, and something in Raiden’s chest flared. Immediately, he jerked forward to push him back down, his hands pressed tight against Johnny’s chest, the washcloth dribbling a line of blue over his stomach. Raiden panted. It felt as if every inch of his being had been set ablaze, something foreign and feverish stirring between his legs. This was what he had felt before, past the shadows of demonic blood and rage, this power.

Johnny stared up at Raiden, his eyes wide. “Sooo… this is new.” He laughed awkwardly. “You’re not gonna go all mad god on me too, right Ray-Man?”

Raiden smiled exasperatedly despite himself, shaking his head as he leaned closer. His mind yelled that this was not professional, that he was not acting with respect, but he could not find it in himself to care. Something drew his fingers to trace against Johnny’s jaw, something familiar in its tug, just on the edge of his memory.

Raiden swallowed. “What… what did the demons say was special about you?” he asked, his skin buzzing as he brushed idly over Johnny’s peach fuzz.

“Uhhh… something about my blood being… of the gods? I think?” he said. Ah. “I don’t know if they were being generous or what but my mom did have her fair share of weird stories about old relatives, and I mean, have you seen me?”

Raiden huffed, leaning back. “I have, Johnny Cage.”

Johnny’s eyes widened even further, and Raiden could hear the thump as his pulse quickened.

“And I believe I now understand our… situation,” Raiden continued. His mouth thinned against another wave of fuzzy heat. “There was once…an ancient group of Earthrealm champions, a clan like no other. They honed their bodies and spirits to be in the service of higher powers, to ascend beyond mortal limits and serve their deities with passion and pure will.” His hand trailed idly to Johnny’s chest. “They were bred for the gods.”

Johnny swallowed, glancing away from Raiden’s face and back to it several times in quick succession. “Sooo what you’re saying is…?”

“You, Johnny Cage, are a descendant of this clan,” Raiden explained. “Though seemingly not blessed with all their skills, it appears you still hold… you still hold their power, and it is…” Raiden made a small sound, unable to ignore the draw to the light before him, to the mark of such willing devotion. “It is intoxicating…” he whispered finally, curling into the mortal’s neck. His hat shifted upon his head, askew, but Raiden paid it no mind. His being pulsed with yearning. So close, and yet he dared not touch more.

Johnny was quiet for a moment, before Raiden felt the twitch of him smiling. “Are you saying I turn gods on with my magic warrior DNA?” he asked quietly, his voice dropping low enough to make Raiden groan.

“…Yes,” he murmured. “I would not wish to… to impose this on you. I am sorry.” His brows furrowed as he attempted to step back and give Johnny the space to leave. “I have already been much too invasive. That was not my intention. We may return to your care when I am in better—”

A hand snapped out to grip his thigh, pulling him back.

“Hold on a minute there, thunder buns.” Johnny smirked up at him, his eyes bright and his face far too mischievous. “If you’re saying you’re up for letting me service you—in like… the carnal sense—then I say clap these clouds and make me rumble. I’m more than game.”

Raiden was… shocked would not be the right word (though perhaps the one Johnny would have used jokingly if given the chance), but… flattered. Taken aback. Aroused.

He was not sure how to proceed. He was not used to the physical pleasures of mortal life, they were not something he usually desired. But this was an ancient calling, one that twisted between the very molecules of his body, reaching for him, calling him home with the promise of devout worship and a slick human mouth.

Raiden shivered.

He would not refuse this encounter today. This was an offering he would accept gratefully.

“Very well, Johnny Cage,” Raiden said, reaching up to hold the man’s face delicately. “You may serve me.”

Johnny grinned, and immediately moved to get to work.

He maneuvered the rag from Raiden’s grip easily and tossed it aside, wiping the stray wetness on his pants before his hands settled firmly on Raiden’s hips. Raiden gasped slightly at the touch, whining louder when Johnny’s fingers lit up once more, trailing white hot over the back of Raiden’s legs and the front of his stomach. The feeling was euphoric, a lost connection made whole again, an insatiable claim on flesh and blood. Raiden let his fingers card into Johnny’s hair, tugging gently with every soft moan that fell from his lips as his senses filled with a lifelong echo of old devotion.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” Johnny said slyly. “How good do I make you feel, big man?How badly do you want me to touch you?”

Raiden grunted as Johnny sent another punch of charge to his core. “Enough that I cannot wait, Johnny Cage,” he answered breathlessly. “Please.”

Johnny grinned. “Of course, my Lord.”

His hands dipped beneath Raiden’s robes, tugging on the knots of his belt and the twists of fabric until the cloth came loose. Raiden could not help but sigh as his form was freed from its confines, every inch of him hard and aching, fresh light seeping from the space between his legs. He had not been so worked up in eons.

“Woah…” he heard Johnny mutter.

Raiden glanced down and found his eyes wide, managing to muster a small huff of amusement as he shifted himself closer to Johnny’s face. The light of his shaft flickered gently over his features, stray crackles of energy jumping forward as if to reach him.

“It will not hurt you,” Raiden reassured, petting his head idly. “You may touch it.”

Johnny reached forward slowly, pausing only for a moment to glance up at Raiden before finally taking him in hand. Raiden hissed, feeling the hum of energy against warm skin as Johnny stroked him experimentally. It had been so long.

Johnny’s pace quickly increased, confidence returning to his face as he seemed to get a feel for Raiden’s form. His fingers flicked over the length, deft and smooth, his thumb catching under the stuttering tip for a moment and pressing before sliding back down to the base. Raiden keened deep in his chest, a stray bolt streaking out to fizzle harmlessly against Johnny’s cheek.

“I’ve gotta say, this is definitely the weirdest handjob I’ve ever given,” Johnny commented. “But, but, it also may be the hottest. So. Win.”

Raiden was too lost to respond. His gut was churning as Johnny continued to twist him in his heated palm, his skin pumping against Raiden with mystic charge, light leaking between his knuckles and spattering hissing to the temple floor.

It was so hard to keep him in focus.

Every movement made Raiden’s mind brim with old memories. Sensations pushed forward, buoyed on a wave of genetic valor and viscous light that made his stomach flip and tense. Bodies long lost, opening themselves to their gods, crying out as they were taken and filled.

Raiden whined quietly, his grip tightening in Johnny’s hair.

He could sense how precious they were, tender weapons formed from human shapes, built to serve their devotion. Something surged forth as Johnny’s aura sparked, and Raiden’s head tipped back in a silent shout, the echo of hundreds of hands sliding over his torso, rubbing and touching and pressing ghostly kisses into the space of his thighs.

“Johnny,” he pleaded softly, though he did not know what for. Did Johnny even know what he was doing? Did he know what bliss he was pulling from Raiden’s form?

His grip was so firm for a mortal’s. Raiden could feel the steadiness of it, the way Johnny’s energy burned to meet Raiden’s own. His head felt dizzy with it. Heavy and warm, like clouds on the precipice of rain.

His hips began to cant slightly into Johnny’s fist, the air around them growing heated and prickly as his thrusts quickly turned harsh in desperation. Johnny squeezed around Raiden’s base with a small chuckle, his palm tightening when his length slid back to squeeze around the tip. Raiden’s breath burst out in a plume of static.

“Come on, big guy,” Johnny coaxed. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Raiden whined again. He was, Elder Gods, he was, but he could not speak. His mind was too deep in tangles of pleasure and old, lingering prayers, his thoughts swimming with visions of fruitful harvests and warm hearths. Yes. The power surged in satisfaction. Johnny Cage had earned such a reward. How well he had served him. How good he felt.

Maybe it was his lack of response that urged Johnny to move his other hand. He reached between Raiden’s legs, intent, perhaps, to find more flesh to massage, an expected weight to cup and roll. Instead, his fingers slid over the wetness there, the plasma sparking under his touch, and a jolt shuddered through Raiden’s legs. He heard Johnny hum thoughtfully, his hand slowing on Raiden’s shaft for only a moment, before—

“Ah!”

Raiden tugged harshly at Johnny’s hair as a burst of heat curled into him, soft, firm fingers sliding deep into his being.

“Johnny Cage—!” he began, but he was already lost. Like a coiled spring, his form burst, warm, vibrant light spilling in jagged streaks over Johnny’s face, a gush of glowing slickness following from below as something deep and primal rejoiced in the air around them.

Johnny looked smug as he stroked Raiden through it, his movements only slowing when Raiden finally gasped something harsh under his breath and flinched away. He removed his touch then, making sure to catch Raiden’s eye as he licked his fingers languidly.

“My my my,” Johnny said quietly. “Wasn’t that… electric.”

Raiden’s grip softened against his scalp, and he managed a small laugh as his chest heaved. What a strange human. He swallowed thickly, running a hand over Johnny’s head again as he tried to collect his thoughts.

Raiden was sated, yes, the calling deep within him quieted to a lulling hum, but… he did not feel satisfied. There was something… unfinished… an itch.

Ah.

An offering still to be rewarded.

Raiden’s hand moved down to slide over Johnny’s cheek, smearing idly through his own spend as it came to rest on his jaw. He felt the shift of weight as the man leaned into him.

“What’s up, lightning rod?” Johnny asked with a grin. “I leave you speechless?”

Raiden chuckled softly again. “No, no, it is just that you…you have not received your blessing.”

Johnny blinked. “My what now?”

Raiden brought his other hand to Johnny’s face, cupping it carefully as he tilted his gaze to better meet his own. He felt as if he were floating on instinct. This new pull was softer, but insistent; guiding him forward, pushing his mind to other ends. There were two halves of this exchange, Raiden saw that now, and he had yet to fulfill his own.

“Your blessing, Johnny Cage,” he repeated. “Your release,” he emphasized.

“What does that mean exac—oh ok!” Johnny squeaked as Raiden ran a thoughtful thumb over his lip.

“It means…Open for me…”

It was Johnny’s turn to look shocked then. He stared up at Raiden, a soft flush spreading beneath the scrapes and bruises on his cheeks.

“You will still be able to breathe, if that is a worry,” Raiden reassured. He knew human density caused issues with such matters. Johnny shook his head immediately, muttering a quiet No I’m fine, under his breath, before slowly leaning forward to open his mouth. Raiden smiled, petting his temple appreciatively.

“You are indeed special, Johnny Cage,” he said. “Your blood echoes with that of those who came before you, those who swore their beings to their faith.” He began to guide the flickering tip of his shaft forward, tilting his hips slowly until it slid across Johnny’s tongue. Raiden gasped quietly at the contact. “I wish to show you why,” he breathed, watching as Johnny’s eyes fluttered closed. “I wish to show you the worth of this devotion.”

Raiden pushed until his length hit the back of Johnny’s throat, and then paused. Even this, perfectly still, was so much. Raiden was not as hard as he had been before, but he was still sensitive. Energy crackled softly against Johnny’s lips, his mouth humming around Raiden’s girth, and Raiden felt himself shudder for a moment. Being this close to a mortal, so deep inside… it felt right. And yet it… it was not enough. His soul ached for more.

Johnny made a low sound as Raiden’s hips twitched forward slightly, his eyes pressed closed and his brows furrowed. His skin flickered bright for a moment, as if involuntarily, and it sent a thrum of power pulsing up between his gums. Raiden hissed, his hips rocking harder on impulse, caught by the breathless sensation and the dazed warmth that settled once again over his thoughts.

Perfect. Holy. He knew what had to be done.

Careful to start his pace easy, Raiden began steadily bucking into Johnny’s mouth. His lips were plush, his throat squeezing effortlessly around him as it welcomed him deeper. Wet and giving. Perfect.

Raiden’s thrusts quickened, his own slick leaving sticky trail on Johnny’s chin, parting messily in strings of luminescent spend and popping light.

“You are wonderful, Johnny Cage,” he whispered, a sound rumbling deep in his chest as he pressed himself even further inside. Johnny made a confused noise below him, but Raiden paid it no mind. “You will see how worthy you are,” he breathed, “what a gift you have earned.”

Raiden canted forward hard into Johnny’s mouth, fingers squeezing around the back of his head as he held him flush against his pelvis and stilled. He caught his breath for only a moment, panting, before a moan ripped from his chest as he let himself expand.

Quick as lighting, currents of form bled outwards from Raiden’s tip, rushing through Johnny’s body in seeking, buzzing, tendrils. Johnny moaned loudly beneath him, his fingers scrambling up to squeeze tight at Raiden’s hips as his skin flickered and tensed with a web of undulating light; Raiden’s light.

He could feel every inch of Johnny now, from the inside out. Every nerve of his system, every charged breath. He pushed his being through the expanse of Johnny’s lungs, feeling the crackle of air before rushing to the tips of his toes and the curve of his thighs. Bolts streaked from the surface of his skin to curl back and leave fluttering touches on whatever they could reach; his face, his chest, his cock.

Raiden moaned softly as he concentrated himself there, between Johnny’s legs, pushing between his folds and playing idly with the flesh there. He was so wet, the head of his cock engorged as it rubbed on the inside of his boxers, sticky and twitching as Raiden pressed against it. Johnny keened, his hips grinding down as Raiden tugged on it slightly, rolling the tip in his light as Johnny humped into the volts of tactile pleasure, chasing his release.

Raiden could feel the knot of power inside him, a twisting mass of green undulating against Johnny’s soul and mixing with Raiden’s own. It called him deeper, urging him to press inside, and Raiden groaned, sliding a part of himself to the place it coaxed him to. The place it wanted him to fill, the place it wanted him to make whole.

Hands of light broke forth to caress Johnny’s stomach, sliding up to play with the buds of his chest and skim the small scars beneath them as Raiden continued to finger him slowly.

He was truly a specimen. He was brash, but kind, and his lineage was great; a line that would surely flourish should it be brought into the modern era. Raiden could so easily sire more… stake his divine claim on this mortal body, reinvigorate his bloodline. He could create more beautiful warriors, more who were so dedicated to life and brimming with passion, carrying a god’s blood in their veins. It would be so easy… so simple…

He let himself indulge for a moment, a soft sound falling from his lips as he ground forward and let his thoughts slip into visions of a full womb and laughing children.

Perhaps then he would not be alone. Perhaps then he could bring something of light to this world instead of blood and pain.

Perhaps…

Raiden let his form retreat from Johnny’s core with a soft breath.

No… he was not so selfish as to cross that line. It was a wish for another lifetime, another day with a body that was not his own. He focused instead on pleasuring Johnny as he was now, on the bliss of his walls squeezing around Raiden and the sing of near orgasmic adrenaline in his veins. Raiden was not far behind. They would complete this worship together.

“Johnny Cage,” he murmured, “son of Karlatun, descendant of Scandinavia and Greece.” His form pulsed its touch within him, and Johnny moaned in response. “You have done well for this lord,” Raiden said, gritting his teeth as the next slide through Johnny’s being made his mind burn. “You are worthy of my blessing.”

And with that, Raiden let go once more.

A rippling crackle of light burst through Johnny’s body, carrying with it every breath of ecstasy forged from the past, every signal of pleasure Raiden could muster. It squeezed and lifted great sounds from them both, a wave of thunderous heat spilling over Johnny’s shoulders as Raiden curled over him, feeding him every second of it, every blissful spark.

He released until he was shaking, until his being could give no more. Raiden heaved above Johnny, fingers clutching preciously at the curves of his neck as his form slowly coiled back into a shivering weight on his tongue.

What perfection this was… what a beautiful end to prayer…

Raiden swallowed, licking his lips dryly as he leaned back and straightened. Johnnys eyes were still closed below him, a blissful tenseness to his features that looked almost as if he were asleep. Raiden ran a finger over his cheek, pushing a lock of sweaty hair behind his ear before beginning to slowly pull out. He hissed under his breath as he did so, too tender to touch even himself.

Johnny was silent as Raiden stepped fully away, his touch leaving the man only briefly to collect the cloth from the floor and return to clean him as best he could. His breaths came out shaky as Raiden touched him again, his lips reddened and sticky.

“Are you alright?” Raiden asked, wiping the lines of spend from Johnny’s chin.

The man’s eyes slid open, glassy and still blown wide, but able to find Raiden easily. “Yeah,” he rasped out. “Fuckin’… more than alright. Shit…”

Raiden smiled and continued to clean him. “Good,” he said. “I would not wish to have done you harm with that display. You did very well.”

Johnny grinned lazily, and Raiden huffed slightly as he cupped the back of his head to tilt him.

“Was that your first human in a few centuries?”Johnny asked.

“Yes,” Raiden answered easily. “My work does not usually have need for this kind of coupling.” He glanced down in emphasis, and watched as Johnny’s gaze flicked between his legs, finding where Raiden’s form had already relieved itself of physical burden, his thighs fading up into nothing but a smooth mass of electricity.

Johnny clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Daaang… no round three?”

Raiden smiled again. “Not today, Johnny Cage.”

“Not today, but that means you’re still up for another round sometime, right?”

Raiden laughed. “I do not know why this is an experience you would want to repeat, but I am not… opposed to the idea, no.” Maybe it would do him good to engage in mortal pleasures more often. This was… enjoyable. Plus, he did not think he would be able to ignore the effect Johnny had on him.

“Well, ranking this against my tower of other lays,” Johnny began, “let’s see… I think that was… the second time a blowjob has given me a muscle cramp?” He smirked. “But this was way more fun than college wrestling.”

Raiden smiled, moving to cleanse the towel before returning. “Is that high praise?” he asked.

“Very.”

He hummed, running the cloth down over Johnny’s chest. “You are an interesting man, Johnny Cage. I appreciate your… willingness for new experiences.”

“Eh, it’s what makes life fun, plus,” his hand moved up to smooth idly over Raiden’s thigh, “I gotta continue the work of my bloodline somehow, right?”

Raiden stilled, glancing up to find Johnny’s eyes watching him, sharp with intent. His breath hitched.

Johnny held his gaze for a moment, something flickering in the air between them, before his face melted back into its previous innocence. His grip lightened.

“By the way,” he said, “do you have laundry out here? ‘Cause I really need to wash my pants.”

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The Legend Of Zelda - Jake Jensen x Reader

Summary: Jake just hasn't been the same after returning from Bolivia

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: Heavy Angst, Lighter moments but HEAVY ANGST! PTSD! Mention of active combat situations!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Masterlist

Jake woke with a start, his heart hammering in his chest as he blinked and tried to work out where he was. Sweat clung to his body and the air felt heavy, just like in Bolivia. He blindly reached out for his glasses, breathing out a sigh of relief when his vision cleared and he realised he was back home. 

Glancing over at his alarm clock he saw it was 5 am. Four hours of sleep since he last woke, it wasn’t a record but it had been worse. Rubbing his hands tiredly down his face he then looked over at you to see you peacefully asleep next to him. 

He watched you for a few minutes just appreciating that he was back here with you. It was only a few months ago that he thought he’d never see you again, and you thought he was dead. Those few months were the worst in his entire life and while he hoped you would move on and find happiness, he swore he never would.

Glancing back at the time he decided there was no point trying to go back to sleep now.  So he carefully climbed out of bed careful not to wake you. The first thing he did was quietly creep over to the window, quickly peaking out and surveying the street to see if there was anything out of place. He then checked that it was still locked before moving towards the bathroom.

As he stepped inside the ensuite he noticed that the shower curtain was drawn closed. Jake felt a tightness in his chest as he watched silently for a second, his fist clenched as he quickly drew it open breathing out a sigh of relief when he saw nothing. He quickly shook his head trying to rid himself of this nervous energy that followed him ever since he got home before jumping in the shower.

Once he was done he quietly got dressed and made his way into the kitchen to make himself a coffee. However, he froze as soon as he spotted a glass on the draining board that wasn’t there when he went to bed. 

His chest felt tight again as his mind ran wild trying to work out why it was there. He instantly began checking that every door and window was still locked. He even checked the bedroom window again, accidentally waking you up in the process.

“Hey, what are you doing up?” You murmur, your speech slightly slurred as you woke, eyes half open.

“Oh sorry I thought I heard something outside, must have been a racoon or something” Jake lies flashing you a quick smile.

“Oh okay” you mutter dropping your head back on your pillow.

Jake swallows nervously as he scratches the back of his neck “Hey you didn’t get up for a glass of water at all did you?”

You let out a yawn pulling the covers up closer to your head “Yeah woke up at three or something and was thirsty” you mumble falling back asleep.

Jake breathes out a sigh of relief before mentally kicking himself. Why did his mind keep going back to the worst-case scenario instead of just thinking logically?

“Thought so” he whispers as he carefully walks over and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Once he was satisfied that you were fast asleep he quietly made his way back out of the bedroom to finally make himself that coffee. He made himself some toast at the same time before sitting down at the kitchen island and eating in silence. 

He considered going and playing some video games but he couldn’t bring himself to. He hated playing any game that involved fighting. He tried to play some Call of Duty a week or so after he got home but after his character got blown up he turned it off and had to sit in silence for the next couple of hours until his breathing and heart rate returned to normal. He stuck to calmer, less violent games now like Minecraft and Mario Kart. But neither of them held his interest for long so many of his games and consoles just collected dust now.

So instead he just slowly sipped on his coffee as he watched the sunrise through the kitchen window. It was weird, before Bolivia, Jake hated silence, he was always the one to break it. But now he craved the silent moments, the moments when he could just fade away for a moment. It was easier to notice something was wrong in silence, he could hear people approaching. He couldn’t do that when it was noisy, but his friends and you expected him to still be what he used to be, so he kept up that act when he wasn’t alone.

He hadn’t realised how much time had passed and that his coffee was now stone cold until you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind. The action made him flinch, he had zoned out too much to hear you approach.

“Sorry didn’t mean to make you jump” you murmured as you pressed a kiss to his shoulder “How long have you been up?” 

“Not long” Jake lies standing up from his seat “Want a cup of coffee?” He asks stepping away from you.

“Oh um yeah thank you” you mutter.

Jake looks back over his shoulder at you noticing the furrow of your brows and how you worried over your lower lip. It instantly made him flash one of his trademark boyish grins and make his way over to you.

“Should I make it extra strong? We were up pretty late last night” he grins grabbing your hips and pulling you closer “Or do you want another round first” he adds wiggling his eyebrows.

The smile returns to your lips as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and go up onto your tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips “As much as I’d like to, I have too much to do ahead of the 4th of July party next week and I’m gonna need to be able to walk” you smirk.

“Fine” Jake playfully sighs, adding a pout to fully play the part “So a large breakfast is what I’m hearing so you have the energy for round 4 later tonight” he then smirks.

“It's like you read my mind” you grin.

Jake smiles leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead before stepping away one more to start cooking breakfast. As soon as his back was to you he let the smile slip and took a deep breath hoping you didn’t see through his facade. Fake it until you make it right?

It was a week later and both you and Jake were at the Fourth of July party. Jake stood with his hands buried in his pockets with the rest of the losers watching as you cooed over baby pooch.

A small smile tugs at his lips as he watches you with the baby, you were a natural mom and he knew you would be amazing when you actually became a mom. A month after coming home Jake proposed to you, all that time away had taught him that he couldn’t bare not having a life with you. He also thought it might help get rid of the strange feeling he had ever since he got home but it only got worse. Now he was more worried about something happening to you, he wouldn’t forgive himself if something did happen to you or any future children you may have.

“Oi Jensen you paying attention” Clay hollers pulling Jake from his train of thought.

“Nah he was getting all broody watching Y/N” Pooch smirks as he takes a sip of his beer. 

Aisha smirks over at Jake elbowing him in the side “Thinking of making one of those are ya Jensen?”

Jakes coughs and stutters as he tries to form an answer because yes he was but he was also so terrified about the possibilities of what could happen he didn’t want to risk it.

“I um-i’m going to get a refill” he coughs slipping away towards the drinks cooler.

Thankfully the talk of babies and marriage was done for the day which allowed Jake to relax once more. When it was time for the fireworks you and him found a spot near the back, you tucking yourself into his side.

Jake smiled softly as he looked down at you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You tilted your head back, reaching up to bring his lips down to yours. Just as your lips met, the first firework went off making Jake flinch. You must have been caught by surprise too as you chuckled your hand running down his chest as you turned your attention back to the display.

As the display went on Jake thought that he wouldn’t flinch at every bang but he did. He tried to get himself under control but he just couldn’t if anything it was getting worse. He could feel sweat dripping down his back and collecting on his brow and it wasn’t because of the summer heat. He felt himself growing restless as the display went on praying each firework was the last. When it finally did end Jake made a quick exit saying he needed to take a leak just to have a few quiet moments to himself.

That night Jake tossed and turned all night, when he did finally fall asleep he wished he hadn’t. He’d suffered with nightmares ever since getting home from Bolivia and they had slowly been getting worse. This one was the worst of them all as he dreamt of Max kidnapping both you and his unborn child and holding you at gunpoint. Jake was completely powerless, he had no weapons, no back up and he didn’t have the tech Max was demanding. He woke with a loud shout just as Max shot you.

Jake’s chest was heaving but he couldn’t take a single breath. He couldn’t breathe, the walls were closing in on him and the room was spinning. His ears were ringing making his head hurt.

“Hey, hey, hey it's okay” he heard you, your voice muffled by the ringing in his ears.

His vision cleared enough for him to see that you had climbed into his lap, straddling his hips, cupping his cheeks. Your worried gaze darted over his face as you gently ran your thumbs over his cheeks.

He moved suddenly wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer, burying his head in your chest. A sob broke free as relief courses through his body, you were okay, you were alive. You in turn wrapped your arms around him and held him close,  whispering comforting words as he broke down. 

When his sobs finally began to recede you cupped his cheeks once more and begin to wipe away his tears. 

“Wanna talk about it?” You ask softly.

Jake lets out a shuddering breath trying to get his thoughts in order and bring himself to actually say what he saw but ended up shaking his head “I- I don’t think I can” he chokes out.

You nod your head “Okay, that’s okay” you say softly wiping away more of his tears before wrapping your arms around him and holding him close.

You continue to hold him until he began to feel more normal. Until that fight or flight instinct faded away and all that was left was a level of exhaustion that he was used to now.

“I’m sorry if I scared you” he muttered quietly. 

“It’s okay, I’m just worried about you that’s all you haven’t been yourself recently,” you say resting your hand on his chest where his heart was still thundering only now it was because he realised he hadn’t been hiding it as well as he thought “you were acting strange at the party, jumping at the fireworks, you barely play any of your games anymore you’re just… you’re just not you” 

Jake let out a long sigh looking down unable to look you in the eye and see the disappointment “I’m sorry” he whispered.

“Hey it's okay, I just want to help that’s all, I love you Jake and I want you to be happy” you say gently getting him to look back up.

“I am happy I-I promise,” Jake says resting his hand over yours “I just…” he starts before taking a deep breath “I’m just scared, Max is still out there and I wouldn’t forgive myself if he got to you or any children we might have in the future” he admits.

“Okay, thank you for telling me that,” you say softly “and I know I know nothing about your world but I know you’ll keep us safe, that you and the rest of the losers will eventually track him down” you reassure him “but what about the fireworks and your games?”

Jake shrugs “I dunno I didn’t expect them to startle me as much as they did but I just felt myself beginning to panic and it's the same whenever I play my games, well most of them anyway” he explains.

Your brows furrow for a moment as you study him, Jake could practically see the cogs turning in your head before a look of realisation crossed your face.

“I think you might have PTSD” you mutter.

Jake instantly shake his head at the idea, what had happened in Bolivia was bad but it wasn’t like active combat or being caught by a road bomb. 

“I might be wrong but I think it might be a good idea to talk to a professional about it, even if it's not PTSD they’ll know how to help with what’s going on up here,” you say lightly tapping his temple.

Jake let out a long tired sigh but nodded his head “Okay, I’ll book myself in with a therapist in the morning I promise” he says.

A smile tugs at your lips “Thank you, and if you ever have a nightmare again and I’ve not woken up, wake me up” you tell him, he instantly goes to argue but you shut him down “Wake me up, let me help” you repeat only dropping it once he agreed.

“Thank you sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about it sooner” he sighs.

“It's okay, I understand it would have been difficult but I’m here to help now so you don’t have to deal with this on my own” you tell him.

A smile tugs at Jake’s lips as he leans in to kiss you softly. He then shifted the both of you so you were lying down again. Jake held you close and it wasn’t long until he fell back asleep feeling much more peaceful than he did before.

A few weeks later Jake had gone to a few therapy sessions and even though he didn’t believe it to begin with, he was diagnosed with PTSD. He struggled to believe it to begin with but after talking things through with his therapist more things made sense. 

It was still early days and he had a long road ahead to fully learn to live with it but just understanding what was happening was helping. You had been incredibly supportive too which Jake was so grateful for, he was already feeling more normal.

Today you told him that you had a surprise for him, you wouldn’t tell him a single thing as you drove over an hour to get to your destination. When you finally arrived Jake looked out the window and saw the sign ‘Pets4Vets’

“What is this?” He asks with a frown.

“You’ll see now c’mon we don’t wanna be late” you smile getting out of the car.

Jake follows your lead, your hand taking his as you led him into the building. You only stepped away to quickly talk to the receptionist who then led you and Jake down the corridor to another room which had a couple of couches and lots of pet supplies.

“What’s going on? What is this place?” Jake asks.

You bit your lower lip to hold back your smile “Okay fine, this is a therapy dog centre, they provide emotional support dogs to veterans suffering with PTSD, when you got your diagnosis I got in contact with them and they managed to find a dog that fits perfectly” you explain “this meeting is to see if you click”

Jake was speechless his mouth opening and closing as he tried to form words. He didn’t even get the chance as the door opened and a woman with a black labrador walked in. The labrador instantly wiggled its way over to Jake making him laugh as he gave the dog all the attention it wanted.

“Well you guys are already hitting it off, this is Zelda” the woman says introducing Zelda to Jake.

Jake laughed “No shit, I love that game” he chuckles as Zelda sits down in front of him and starts licking his face.

“Match made in heaven” you smile as you grab a tennis ball and pass it to Jake.

Zelda’s eyes light up when she spots the ball, Jake’s smile widening as he wiggled it in front of her before throwing it. Zelda instantly spins and runs after the ball.

For the next 20 minutes Jake played with Zelda, loving every second of it “So how does this work?” He asks the trainer.

“Well our dogs are trained to be the perfect companions, they can detect when their partner is becoming distressed and help calm them down. They provide physical comfort and some dogs like Zelda are also trained to help reassure their partner that their house is secure and they’re safe” the trainer explains.

“Wow that’s amazing,” Jake says as he scratches Zelda behind the ear.

“Yeah and since you guys have really hit it off we can go ahead and organise a home visit and if that goes well  Zelda can be with you guys by the end of the week” the trainer smiles. 

“Thank you, we can’t thank you enough” you smile as you stroke Zelda’s head.

“It's what we do, I’ll leave you guys to hang out a little longer call if you need anything” the trainer smiles before leaving the room.

Jake smiles as he continues to play and get to know Zelda. He absolutely loved her already and all of a sudden he realised he felt like his old self again. That weight that was on his chest was gone. 

His smile was wide and he turn to look at you, leaned in a kiss you deeply “Thank you so much for this, I love you so much” 

You smile softly back at him kissing him once more “I love you too”

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[thepaintedlady00]

Hi! can you write a Morpheus x reader where the reader is a primordial being of love and is older than the endless and was present during the birth of the universe and they have like a hades and Persephone relationship combined with with a zebalba (I’m so sorry if I’m spelling that wrong) and la muerte relationship from the book of life. Maybe? With the dialogue “not today my love” from the same movie

Yes! This is such a cute concept! 😍😍😍 I'm excited for this one! Thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy it! 🥰

You were a being of love and life, one of the oldest beings in the universe. You had been there at the start of it, had watched the vast darkness fill with light and swirl and explode and rage together until it created the universe you now knew. The Endless came quickly after, Destiny then Death and then Dream and the rest. Death was your friend, though your roles were quite literally opposites she was loving and warm and everything you were drawn to. Her younger brother Dream, however, was cold and distant.

The first time you'd met had been in the dreams of a mortal. He dreamt of love and thus drew you to him, you were however surprised to find the King of Dreams there, watching the mans unconscious fantasies from afar. He even had the gall to question why you interrupted his work, to which you gave him a firm reply. "He has called asking for my blessing, Dream Lord. It is you that is an unwelcome guest here."

"I am the ruler of dreams, I cannot be unwelcome in my own domain."

"This is his domain as far as I'm concerned." You said placing a glowing hand on the mans unconscious form.

The dream around you both faded and you stood in front of the gates of The Dreaming, of the broody Endless' domain. "All dreams are my domain, goddess. You'd do well to remember that."

"And you would do well to remember your purpose, sweet Dream." You met his gaze unflinchingly, something that made him fall for you. "Humanity does not exist to serve your function."

Then you were gone, back to your own domain of dawn and flowers and quiet whispers of love and life. That had been centuries ago. The second time you met was when Death had invited you to meet her for a quick catch up while there was a lull in her ever present work. You'd agreed quickly, excited to see your friend once again after so long, but the mood soured quickly when Dream appeared beside her, shoulder length hair and an ever present scowl.

Not even the stars in his eyes glowed as he looked up at the old building. Death greeted you with a bright smile and a warm kiss to the cheek. "Try to play nice."

"Tell that to him," you mutter as Dream moved into place beside his sister.

He bowed his head only slightly. "My sister did not mention that you would be here, goddess."

You ignored the way his voice made you tingle. "She failed to tell me as well, Dream Lord."

He whined as the three of you entered the tavern, smoke and livestock and the smell of something slightly off swirled around you, your body humming with the sensations of humanity. Death took one drink of the ale handed to her and grimaced. "Ugh. This is terrible."

Your lively spirits were dampened by the dark cloud that was the Dream Lord. He moved through the building with nothing but cold eyes and annoyance clear on his face. You found it odd. Dreams were supposed to be lovely and beautiful, though you did suppose he was quite beautiful in this form he'd chosen. He stood beside you and his sister and nearly groaned. "They are such crude beings."

"Crude can be beautiful to the right eyes," you reminded, focusing on the pair of lovers sitting side by side in the back, talking softly of their coming marriage.

"Look, I've seen Death," another voice said from the center of the room. "I lost half my village to the Black Death. I fought under Buckingham in Burgundy. It's not like I don't know what death is. Death is..." All of you looked at the man. "Stupid."

"You're a fool, Hob."

The men at his table laughed, but a flash of pain crossed over your friends face as she quickly erased it to look up at an angry Dream with a soft smile. The man, this Hob, continued. "Nobody has to die. The only reason people die is... is cause everyone does it. You all just go along with it. But not me. I've made up my mind. I'm not going to die."

The siblings held one another's gaze. "Hobs, death comes for every man."

"You don't know that. I might get lucky. There's always a first time. There's so much to do, so many things to see. Women to swive. Ale to drink. People to drink with." They clinked their large cups with laughs.

"Why would any sensible creature crave an eternity of this?" Dream asked quietly.

You rolled your eyes. "Life is full of many beautiful and wonderous things Dream Lord, if you ever cared to look out the window of that posh tower of yours."

Death smiled. "You could both find your answers."

"How?" Dream asked, a slight mischievous upturn of his lips.

"I could grant him his wish."

"Do that and he will be begging for death within a century, I assure you."

You watched this man, the one who wished to live forever, and shook your head. "No, I think this ones different."

Dream followed your eyes and scoffed. "Humans are all the same, goddess."

"This will prove very interesting," Death said before you could rebuttal her brothers statement. "Are you going to tell him or should I?"

"I shall."

"Very well, little brother. Very well." You watched Death for a moment, trying to decipher her intentions while Dream informed the man of his newly granted wish.

It was outside the tavern after Death had departed that you and the Dream Lord made your first bet. He would meet with this human every hundred years. Each time he chose to live you would be granted unrestricted access to the dreams of mortals wishing for love, but if he chose to accept death Dream would get to claim whatever prize he saw fit. And so began the years of you and the Dream Lord.

It had started out with you turning up in his realm, doing your duties and then leaving. That lasted only a mere eighty years, and then the allures of his well crafted realm began to cause you to pause. You met Cain and Abel and Gregory, adored each of them with all you were. You spent much time with Lucienne in her endless library with tales of love and life and books of every living being in the universe at your fingertips. Jessamy, when not glued to Dreams side, was full of tales and jokes that you simply loved to listen to while you walked.

Dream had come to the library one night in search of a book, only to find you reading on the floor. You read a book of love, a thing he thought was cliché but did not say it. You helped him find his book, your fingers brushing as you handed it to him and from that night forward you spent much of your extra time in his realm with him beside you. The two of you disagreed on nearly everything, and you felt a harsh resentment from him, especially as the years passed.

Eventually, you demanded to know, "Why do you detest me so Dream Lord?"

"Because love has only ever brought me distractions and misery."

You sighed, the realization of his coldness finally becoming obvious. "Not even I can change ancient laws or rewrite what has already been written."

"No," he said. "You cannot. But you could have at least blessed the matches I found."

"I did," you admitted gently.

Dreams face shifted, no longer tense and angry but now shocked. "When? Why?"

"I blessed them from the start, Dream. As for why... I wanted you to be happy."

For a moment you thought he wouldn't reply to you, but when he did it hadn't been at all what you expected. "I am happy when I am with you."

"What?"

"You make me happy, goddess," he said again, plainly. "Though you infuriate me to no end and insist upon arguing at every turn."

"You make me happy as well, Dream Lord."

"Was that agreeance?" He teased, a rare smile gracing his lips. "Here I thought you'd wish to argue more."

You smoothed a hand down his chest as you slid past him, "Not tonight, my love."

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[viktorshands]

Vampire AU - Part III

Silco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

WC: 4912

Chapter III:   An Unexpected Intrigue

Author’s note: This chapter (this whole fic actually) is dedicated to my best friend. You are my partner in crime, my co-captain, my chaos and fire and fury. I fucking love you. 

Part I here! Part II here!

“By all means, come in uninvited.” You felt like an intruder at the sound of his voice.

You faltered, scrambling for a sentence, a word, a single syllable. After too long of a time staring at the floor while you felt the embarrassment flush your cheeks you uttered, “I - I’m sorry to disturb you.” You turned, keeping your head down. Your plan to walk out was thwarted as quickly as it was formed by a hand closing the cracked door. A pale hand, a male hand, with long, nimble fingers. 

Your throat tightened involuntarily as you followed the hand, connected to his exposed forearm, the burgundy dress shirt sleeve rolled up to his elbow. You followed the creases of the fine fabric to his torso. The shirt he wore was worn with a deliciously flattering chocolate-brown vest and adorned with a cream colored cravat. Not even a second passed, but it felt like it took an hour to gain the gumption to flick your eyes up to his face. By the gods. 

He was just as regal in real life as he was in the photograph that Sky had found. His presence was mind-emptying and all-consuming. Handsome, far more handsome than could ever be conveyed by words. Your body heated as you looked over his features, drinking in that sharp nose and jawline, the slight downturned scowl of his lips. His dark brown, almost black, hair was styled back with product, the sides tapered but still looked as if they would be soft to the touch. Most noticeable and impossible to look away from was the scar on the left side of his face. It looked like the roots of a plant, long, jagged lines from the top of his forehead down to the edge of his jaw. Just as you were contemplating what could cause such a scar the silence was broken by his smoky, subtly sugared voice.

“Is there something on my face, dear?”

You barely registered the words, and shook your fuzzy head and croaked, “I’m sorry?”

“You’re staring.”

“I’m sorry.” You felt your cheeks flush once again, feeling the heat on the tips of your ears this time. You took a steadying breath in through your nose and instantly regretted it - he even smells amazing.

“I meant to formally introduce myself earlier, but I was caught up with other things.”

“Oh, it’s no worry at all, I was actually unpacking so I was busy up until,” you trailed off, “up until I started wandering, that is.” 

I feel like I’m in a dream. It’s been so long since I’ve had such an issue articulating myself. SNAP OUT OF IT.

“Well how fortunate it is that you found me.”

“Yes.” You averted your eyes from his smoldering gaze, concentrating on a marble statue of a vulture on a nearby display case made of thick glass that contained a vast assortment of aviary items. There were small skulls, talons, quills, and feathers in a range of colors. You finally relaxed enough to organize your thoughts. You released your bottom lip from between your teeth. “I wanted to ask you, actually, about the student? Has she always received private lessons? I’m only wondering because I want to cater to her comfort level, and considering I am used to handling a class full of college-level students, this is a little out of my traditional scope.”

“Ah, I see,” He paused, his lips drawn together in thought and he cocked his head ever so slightly to the side. “Well, Jinx is my adopted daughter. She has had private tutors in the past but,” he winced, slightly, but you still noticed, “they haven’t lasted long. She gets bored all too easily. This is not to discourage you of course if you have certain difficulties keeping her focus.”

He turned from you, starting back to his desk and making you wonder: How did he get to the door from such a distance so quickly? 

Your thought was interrupted by him, “I will say though, when you were telling me your background on the phone I thought to myself that a change of pace, meaning a focus on the arts and history, might be worthwhile.” He reached his chair, but instead of sitting down he stood facing you. His hands beneath him resting on the surface of the dark wood desk. The glow from the small, green-shaded lamp on the desk lit the right side of his face, while the scarred side was shrouded softly. 

You opened your mouth to compliment his appearance, but you caught yourself and said, “Well I’m glad that you took a chance on me.”

“Likewise.” His right hand drummed against the desk surface. “Though I’ll be most interested to see how you and Jinx end up getting along.” He looked again in your eyes, the sincerity there was not lost on you.

You felt those butterflies in your stomach, very faint, but still there. Like I’m jittery for the first day of school.

“I’ve never had too much an issue getting along with my students, so I am looking forward to meeting her.” You paused, feeling the urge to turn off the floor lamp that you turned on when you came in, thinking it was polite to do so before you left. “Thank you again for giving me this opportunity.” You switched the light off with a click.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, miss Y/N.” His voice was low and close by again. He creaked open the door with a quick, fluid-like motion. He nodded his head politely at you, and you thought you saw just a wink of a smile on his lips.

“Likewise.” You whispered before you slipped out the door, not looking back but feeling his eyes on you as you retreated with your metaphorical tail between your legs. 

-

You called Sky through video chat as soon as you got back to your room and flicked on the lights. The afternoon had come and gone, and the sun with it, as it was much later than you realized when you checked the time.

“I’ve been home for hours, it’s about time!” She said as soon as she answered.

“Sorry, I’ve just been unpacking and touring the house.” You flopped back on the bed, kicking off both of your shoes, “You will not believe how enormous this place is on the inside. I wish you could have stayed.”

“Hey, I would have loved to, but I’ve got a full roster of chemistry students to teach tomorrow morning. Lucky you though, you’ve only got one to handle!” She paused, studying your face through the camera, then raising an eyebrow at you, “You met the ‘lord of the manor’, didn’t you?”

You blushed. She laughed in response, “Tell me, is he even better in person?”

Your pulse quickened and you exhaled dramatically, “He is. Aside from being like, stupidly handsome, his presence just completely fills a room. I felt like I couldn’t remember my own name when I met him.”

“Sounds suffocating.” She replied most bluntly.

“Not like that, you know what I mean.” You rolled your eyes. Apparently you were still having issues with your words. 

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.” She laughed, teasing, “But remember what I always say about older guys though, they may seem so mature and all that on the outside, but you need to learn what’s on the inside. Old men always seem to be hiding something.”

“You’re right, Sky.” You shook your head, “It’s so easy to get flustered by appearances. Either way, I’m here for one reason, and that’s most important here.”

“Exactly! See? Just keep those priorities in check and you’ll -”

A sudden knock, knock at the door got you sitting up immediately. 

“Just a minute, Sky.” You turned the volume on your call all the way down, stuffing it into your pocket as you padded across the cool floor in your socks. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the vanity mirror and quickly moved around your hair, letting it down around your shoulders. 

You opened the door gingerly to find none other than Silco standing there, looking exactly the same as he did earlier except that a few stands of his hair were loose and the necktie that he wore was gone. There were two, three buttons undone on his burgundy dress shirt, showing just a small inkling of skin. It wasn’t a considerable amount by any means, but enough so that you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making an unseemly sound. 

“Hello again, um, do you need something?” You drew a blank on any reason that he would be at your door other than maybe to retrieve something, being that this was his home and all.

“I wanted to make sure that you had dinner.” He cleared his throat, “We didn’t have a formal setting tonight, so I had the chef prepare something for you.”

“Oh, yes, that would be really nice actually, thank you.” You smiled at him timidly.

He snapped his finger and one of the house staff rushed past him and into your room carrying a tray complete with a cloche covering the food. You watched her set it down on the desk without a sound. 

“Thank you.” You said it to the woman and to Silco, and you meant it since you had forgotten to eat with all of the events of the day.

“You’re welcome my dear.” That perfect, silken voice of his said to you just as the woman rushed past you again and out the door. He looked into your eyes with an expression that you couldn’t describe. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Your ears burned, and your eyes slowly dropped to the floor as you gently closed the door. As soon as it clicked closed you let out a huge gust of breath and snatched your phone out of your pocket, turning the volume back up so you could hear Sky.

“- but of course, Lord of the manor, please don’t mind that I’m indecent right now.” You laughed, having caught the tail-end of her teasing.

“Sky! You’re embarrassing me.” You chided.

“Please,” she made the word sound like it had several syllables the way she drew it out. “Don’t give me that, especially when you forgot to eat from the sounds of it. Again? Not to mention it sounds like there is a house full of people to wait on you so there’s no excuse, Y/N.”

“I know, I know, I was just caught up in everything that I forgot.” You sighed. 

“I’ll leave you to your dinner, and to your thoughts about Mr. Fancypants.” She giggled and so did you at her dumb humor. “Take care of my best friend, would you?”

“I will, bye Sky.” You smiled, blowing her a kiss before she did the same and ended the call.

You were impressed by the spread after removing the silver dome and getting a slight steam facial. There was a beautifully made-up plate of tender meat with a rich sauce, small fingerling potatoes seasoned with salt, pepper, and - you took a deep inhale - rosemary. Steamed veggies were piled neatly on the plate as well. There was a glass of water, silverware, and a soft navy blue colored napkin. You nibbled from the plate, eating what you could without making yourself feel ill. You couldn’t help it, it truly did feel like the first day of school jitters. You took the tray back to the front of the room, placed the cloche back on top of the food remnants and set it on the coffee table.

You did your usual nightly routine in the bathroom adjacent to your new quarters and felt yourself feel a bit more at ease. Settling back in bed with the glass of water, you popped open your sleep supplement. You’d need all the help you could get, this night was sure to be restless. With all of the excitement tomorrow would bring, and the two run-ins with Silco - you shuddered, stomach flip-flopping just thinking about his name. After setting an alarm on your phone, you clicked off the bedside lamp and turned over, the waxing moonlight providing you a comforting glow as you closed your eyes, picturing him, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

-

Turns out, you didn’t need to set an alarm at all. You were alerted that it was morning by a consistent, albeit annoying, knock on the door. You released a heavy yawn and stretched, calling out with sleep in your voice, “Come in!”

One of the female staff members walked in with a breakfast tray, complete with tea service. She lowered her head as she set it without a sound onto the duvet cover. 

“Thank you.” You said as you observed the silver tray clad with a muffin, tiny sausages, and eggs. It was a relief that none of the food was touching each other on the plate. A small, ceramic bowl was filled with fresh fruit. The silver teapot was steaming from the spout, filled with freshly boiled water no doubt. A tin was next to the teapot and a floral teacup and matching saucer. 

“If there is anything else, please let me know, I will be right outside the door to collect your tray when you are finished.” The soft spoken girl retreated from the room, nodding her head politely at you and making you feel like you were some kind of royal guest.

“Thank you!” You said again, hoping she heard you as the door closed. Not wanting the food to get cold, you ate as quickly as you could. You opened the small tin, pleased with the selection of teas, and selected a caffeinated black tea with floral notes. After steeping the tea, you took the cup off the tray and over to the vanity so you could sip it slowly as you got ready for the day. Before you started changing, you remembered your tray, taking it to the door and opening it yourself. You definitely surprised the girl waiting there, as her eyes went as wide as the teacup saucer before curtsying and taking the tray from you, scurrying away without so much as a sound.

Your phone lit up as you grabbed it off the nightstand with a text message from Sky:

𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁! 𝗕𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸! 𝘅𝘅

You texted her back:

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂! 𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻’𝘁 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗜’𝗺 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀. 𝗘𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿!

𝘅𝗼𝘅𝗼

You dressed, styled your hair, and gathered as large a stack of books as you could carry. You wore a simple, black wrap dress, cut at a flattering length. No jewelry, as was your preference since you tended to fiddle with it too much. Your legs were covered in opaque tights that matched your skin tone, and you had pulled on some thick socks over them to wear comfortably underneath your black heeled boots. Once you had done up the laces you had taken a final look at yourself before hauling the massive set of books with you out the door. 

The butler greeted you with a stoic expression as soon as you wobbled out of the room. The top book fell from the stack, falling to the floor with a clatter that made you cringe. But before you could pick it up, he knelt silently and grabbed it for you. 

“Allow me, madam.” He spoke in a flat tone, not giving any indication whether he was annoyed or elated or somewhere in between. Either way, your arms and shoulders were relieved to hand him the stack of books you carried. “Follow me please.” He spoke evenly.

The two of you walked the length of the hallway, and upon beginning your descent of the grand staircase you blurted out, “What is your name?”

He did not flinch nor pause, he simply said, “Westley.”

“Well, thank you, Westley, for carrying my books for me; And for helping me with my suitcases yesterday as well.” 

“No thanks needed madam, I am pleased to assist anyone who is a guest in the Master’s home.”

You blushed a little at that, but your brain had more questions bubbling up to the surface like effervescence in a champagne bottle. You had to know more about Silco. “How long have you worked here?”

“Decades, though time passes differently around here.” The two of you reached the bottom of the staircase and veered off to the left. You kept in pace with Westley, though he seemed to walk with a faster pace than before as if he was eager to get rid of you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“How is it some folks say? ‘Time flies when you’re having fun’?” The lighthearted words sounded almost foreign coming from his toneless voice, but you nodded along politely. “I would say it’s like that, as it is a pleasure to work for the lord and provide him and his guests with whatever they need.” He stopped in the corridor in front of an open set of antique French doors. 

“This is the study madam.” He walked in first and placed the books, without so much as a grunt, on the otherwise empty light brown wooden desk on the right side of the room. He carefully drew the dust cover off of the coconut brown upholstered office chair behind the desk.

You marveled at the size of the room, it had to be at least two stories tall. This wasn’t just an ordinary study, it was more like a library. Slowly, you stepped forward and in, the rugs on the floor beckoning you. You tracked Westley around the room as he removed other sheets from the furniture, revealing a seating area to the right made up of two armchairs, a full couch, coffee table, and complete with a fireplace. Westley opened the thick curtains on the far side of the room, pulling an actual rope to get them to open. Your jaw dropped but you didn’t care, the windows looked like they were twenty feet high and provided a perfect view of a sculpture garden lit by the morning sun. The bright light flooded into the room like water filling a tub. The warm, golden light cascaded over the grand piano standing boldly near the window and reached all the way to the cases of books that lined the east and west walls of the room.

Though you wanted to run to the window and ogle over the statues outside, you walked further in and to the desk, passing Westley on his way out, sheets in hand. He cleared his throat and closed the door behind him and you had the chance to familiarize yourself with your surroundings for just a moment. So, you circled the desk and spread out the books that he had helped you carry. Your heart began to race as you heard heavy footsteps approaching from the hallway.

You flinched instinctively as the door was kicked open by the most interesting-looking, combat boot-clad girl that you had ever seen. Her calf-length cerulean braids swayed with the motion of her stomping into the room. Short, loose hair poked out in layers all around her face and ears, accentuating her rebellious look. She had a black crop top above a long-sleeve mesh top and black cargo pants. Every stomp she took towards the desk featured a clinking sound with the movement of the numerous buckles, belts, and chains that she wore. 

Interesting. You straighten your posture with your shoulders back and collect your bravery as you approach her. “Jinx?” Your voice was uncharacteristically soft and hesitant, but you were of the concern that a loud noise could possibly set her off. You hated to label someone before you even had a chance to speak to them, but you had gotten into the unfortunate habit from being a long-time teacher. It was a defense mechanism to size up the room so you could mold your teaching style to best fit the personalities of your students.

The girl huffed, crossing her arms in a shield across her chest and blowing a chunk of hair out of her eyes. “That’s me.” She stated matter-of-factly.

Saying to yourself that this may be your biggest challenge yet was an understatement. Even still, you were resilient and eager to break down this invisible wall between the two of you. Thus, you started with a small introduction, “I’m Y/N, I was hired to be your private tutor. I live in Piltover City where I used to be a full-time professor at the university. I like reading, spending time with my best friend Sky, and I am most interested in history and art. I just got here yesterday, but I am excited to learn about you and teach you what I can while I am here.”

She still didn’t look up at you. “Okay.”

It was clear that she was disengaged in the conversation, so you switched tactics. You chose your words warily, “Tell me, Jinx, what have you learned from your tutors up to this point? Actually, tell me what you’ve liked learning.”

She hummed, giving you a side eye through the curtain of her bangs. “I haven’t enjoyed anything. Schoolwork is boring.” Her attention resumed focus on picking one of her chipped nails. “But I guess one thing that I like to do is actually make things.”

“I see.” You mentally rearranged the days’ worth of work you had planned out. “Let's start then with music. Come on.” There was no need to look back to check that she followed, you heard her heavy footsteps. “Have you ever played the piano before?”

“Sure, it’s easy.” She mused, walking past you to sit on the bench. Jinx pursed her lips and cracked her knuckles, then each individual finger as you tried not to wince from the noise of it. She then ghosted her fingers over the tops of the keys, scanning for a note it seemed. Then she hammered out the most dreadful, eardrum-shattering noise. It was not even close to anything that could be considered music to put it mildly.

“Jinx! Hey, hey.” You sat next to her, making her stop, and opened the composition book you had in hand, propping it up on the piano. “Here, let’s try something actually easy.”

“Are you patronizing me?”

“No, no, not at all.” You insisted. “Here, just follow me. We are going to play simple chords.” You set your fingers lightly on the keys without pressing them. “Look, the way my fingers are placed corresponds to the notes on the page, and when you play them,” your three fingers on the keys pressed down and your foot found the sustain pedal.

Jinx squeezed closer to you on the bench, “That actually sounded kinda nice.” Her voice was riddled with disbelief. Still, she matched your finger position on the keys one octave down and pressed.

“Nice, let’s go through a few more chords and then I can teach you the melody, which you’ll play with your right hand.” The minutes gave way to hours, the sunlight from outside pitched the shadows as it moved towards the afternoon, and you mutually decided to break for lunch once Westley brought in sandwiches for the two of you.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent with the other books you brought with you, reading to Jinx and teaching her about the history of the town of Zaun. Surprisingly enough it seemed that she didn’t know a lot of the rich history ties of the town and important figures from the past. Some of what you read aloud to her she seemed exceptionally interested in, considerably so when you mentioned the Great War. She even sat up straight, well, straighter in her seat. 

You were in the middle of telling her about General Vander. “He was the reason for the turning point in the war. Coming from a simple background, people didn’t expect anything from him other than him participating in the war because he was of age and a man. At that point they didn’t allow women to fight, but I digress. You see, he had grown up more secluded than most, and his family raised and trained wolves, they also hunted with them. So, he raised a wolf army, and the oppressive forces were sent all the way back across the river. The pack behavior and hunting abilities of the wolves and soldiers the General trained were no match for the enemy. There were rumors that the wolf army was only active during the night, specifically during the full moon phase, but in my opinion this seems more like speculation.”

“Why is that?” Jinx asked, engrossed by the story.

“Well, because that would mean that werewolves were real, which they’re not. It hasn’t scientifically been proven, so I especially have a hard time believing that something like that is possible.”

“Just because something hasn’t been proven doesn’t mean that it’s not real.” 

You didn’t know when Silco came in since you were facing away from the study room doors, and the sudden intrusion gave you goosebumps. His silken voice ignited a siren inside you even though the words that he spoke were in contradiction to yours. That alone would - and it should have - piss you off under normal circumstances, but this was anything but normal. You swallowed thickly before regaining your ability to question him, “How so?”

“Let’s use the example that you just gave. Werewolves.” He crossed from behind your chair to stand behind Jinx, patting the crown of her azure head twice before settling his hands on the top of the tall armchair. “You can say they’re not real since you haven’t seen them, but how do you know someone hasn’t seen them? Not to mention other creatures talked about in stories over time. Those folk tales must come from some glimmer of truth, don’t you agree, miss Y/N?” 

“I live in the present, so, no.” You shook your head unconvincingly, for no other reason than to be defiant. “I think that myths and fairy tales are just that, stories fabricated over time to trick, to scare, and to enjoy - both listening and telling. I truly don’t think there’s such a thing as a werewolf. Just the same way that I don’t believe in the bogeyman, or -”

“What about vampires?” Jinx blurted out. She had this indescribable look on her face, somewhere between surprise and intense focus, awaiting your reply.

“Uh, probably no -” you interrupted yourself this time, looking at Silco. He was staring at Jinx in a way that made you palms clammy. He looked angry, not like he was going to yell at her or something, but like he was the ‘disappointed’ kind of angry. She was shrunken down in her armchair so much you thought she could have become a part of it. Not willing to bear the silence any longer you spoke, “Is there something wrong?” 

“Nope!” Jinx’s eyes met yours and she sprung up from the chair like she was released from a spell. “See ya later teacher lady!” She left the room in a jingling rush, swinging her arms in a wide circumference around her.

“Should I ask?” You started, an eyebrow raised at Silco, analyzing him again as he stood next to the newly vacant armchair. He wore an ever-so-slightly toned down version of what he wore last night. A dark brown button up shirt rolled up on the sleeves, exposing those damn forearms, tucked neatly into black trousers. Not to mention the ‘pièce de résistance’ of several buttons undone at the top of his shirt. You bit the inside of your cheek, trying to focus on pain rather than devouring him with your impious gaze.

He sighed, finally answering your question, “No.”

“Well, she certainly is lively, I will say that at the very least.”

“Jinx has had difficulties warming up to her teachers in the past. She seems to have taken a liking to you, however.” He took two strides towards you and extended a hand. You took it, feeling a tingling in your fingers as you did, and rising from your chair with your book in your other hand. He led you toward the entrance of the study. “Join me for dinner.”  It’s less of a question, more of a plea.

“Sure.” You snuck a glance at him, gods that side profile of his. You were so caught up in appreciating his looks that you didn’t realize you were out of the study and in the hall. You shook yourself from your thoughts, “Oh wait, I need to get my things.”

“Don’t worry about that, my dear, I’ll have it sent back up to your room.” His fingers moved a strand of your hair out of your face and behind your ear. “I will see you soon.” With that he closed the doors to the study, effectively separating you two. You stood in the hallway holding your breath, lips twitching as your muscles couldn’t decide whether to smile or express shock. Eventually you shook your head as you turned on your heels to walk down the hallway, you knew that you’d be daydreaming about him the rest of the afternoon.

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Quiet Night

Oh hey some actual content. Plot? Never heard of it.

Cw: kinda kidnapping? Guns, threats, manhandling, restraints, potential implications of past torture/abuse

It was a quiet night. Snow fell lightly to the ground outside, drifting to the streets, lit softly in the orange glow of the road lamps. The wind was gentle, peaceful, but that didn’t take away from its bitter cold sting as it pricked exposed skin.

Hero sat on their couch, a blanket spread across their lap and an empty cup of tea on the end table. Embers glowed in the hearth below the mantle, the flames that had once ate away at bark with a burning vigor having settled into a soft crackle. Hero knew they ought to add another log, that the coals wouldn’t last too much longer on their own, but for now they were too exhausted to do much other than sink back into the cushions.

Their curtains were drawn shut, blocking the view of the slow storm outdoors. The winds fluctuated, intensity raising and dropping as the minutes ticked by into the long hours before dawn.

When hero was woken up, the fire had gone out. Their TV had lapsed from the movie they were watching into whatever late night cable movie no one had ever heard of. They blinked slowly, one hand raising to rub the sleep from their eyes as the other fumbled for the remote, clicking off the screen after a moment of disorientation. They didn’t have a minute to question what had woken them up before their unasked question was answered as they heard it again. A small knock, they didn’t think they would have noticed if it wasn’t now completely silent throughout their home.

For a moment, they sat there, their mind quickly switching from a bleary exhaustion to an attentive awareness. Nothing good could possibly come from a knock on their door in the middle of the damn night. They glanced over at the clock on the cable box—two fifty-three AM. In a snowstorm- who in their right mind? The logical part of them wanted to leave it, whoever it was would leave.

But they were a hero. It was their job to answer the door, no matter how late or cold it was outside. Fuck this.

They knew they should’ve invested in one of those doorbell cameras.

After a long moment of hesitation, and another quick, quiet knock, Hero tossed the blanket off their legs, clenching their jaw against the rush of cold air that attacked their body. The floor felt like ice through their socks as they stood up, knees popping from so long curled up on the couch.

They stepped to the end table, opening the top drawer and pushing aside some papers, their fingers wrapping around the cool handle of a pistol.

You could never be too sure these days.

They kept the gun to their side, finger playing against the safety as they stepped to the front door, risking a peek behind the front window’s curtain.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

They flicked the safety off in the same movement as they twisted open the deadbolt, throwing the door open as they raised their arm.

“Give me one reason I shouldn’t shoot you right fucking now,” They spat, the lingering exhaustion quickly burning into a hate, boiling heat trickling through their chest, nearly making their hand shake but they gripped the gun tighter, their index finger wrapping around the trigger. “You know damn well what would happen if you ever showed up here again.”

Villain didn’t falter, only raising their hands. Their expression looked exhausted, littered with scratches and bruises, posture sagging. They were dressed only in a raggedy looking pair of jeans and a well worn hoodie, no where near enough for that kind of storm, but instead of invoking any kind of sympathy it only made Hero’s anger grow, a fire pooling in the pit of their chest.

“I know, I know,” Villain spoke quietly, their chin dipping down to their chest as they lowered their head. “I’m sorry.”

They didn’t give a reason. They didn’t say anything else. I’m sorry, and their mouth shut. Hero never was able to get Villain to shut their damn mouth and now-?!

“Get the fuck inside,” Hero growled, stepping out of the doorway and using the gun to beckon Villain in, shoving them forwards as soon as they had passed through the threshold. Villain barely stumbled, catching themself against the stairs banister just ahead. Hero slammed the door shut with enough force to shake nearly the entire house, stepping up to Villain with a single stride before jamming the gun under their chin, the muzzle digging into the underside of their jaw.

“Why the hell are you here?” Hero demanded, their other hand twisting into Villain’s hair, disheveling the snow that had caught in their locks as they wrenched their head to meet their eyes. Now, in the light of the entryway, Hero could see the deep circles below their eyes, the way their eyelids drooped even with a gun to their head. They looked dead tired, leaning back heavily against the banister as if it was the only thing keeping them upright—which it really was. Hero could tell that much.

When Villain spoke, their voice was quiet, dragged from their lips as they only tilted their head from the gun, muttering a single word. “Supervillain.”

A beat.

Then two.

Silence pulsed in hero’s ears, their fist tightening in their enemy’s hair, the little hiss of air between their teeth not nearly enough to satisfy the scorching hate building in every muscle of their damn body.

“What about them?” Hero growled, dragging the gun down to jam against Villain’s throat, feeling the choked gasp the motion brought on.

“They know.” Villain whispered, voice hitching with the last syllable.

Hero didn’t need them to elaborate on that.

“Son of a bitch,” They cursed, releasing Villain’s hair and pulling the gun away as they stepped back. They didn’t give Villain a moment to recover, their free hand wrapping around their arm, dragging them to follow as they returned to the living room. They shoved Villain to sit in the nearest armchair, not bothering to care about how they more so collapsed than sat. They made for the coffee table, setting the pistol on top and reaching for the little drawer space below the tabletop and the storage gap, pulling it open and grabbing the pair of cuffs within.

“Ss- seriously?” Villain coughed, a trembling hand raising to cover their mouth as they shrunk back warily, but didn’t make a move to leave the seat.

“Seeing as last time you were here you tried to fucking kill me, yes.” Hero growled, stepping back over to the criminal and grabbing their first wrist.

“Sh-hit,” Villain winced as hero snapped the metal closed around their forearm, the small chain between the shackles jingling as Hero reached to secure their other wrist. “Not so t-tight..”

“Shut up.” Hero’s fingers were itching to grab the gun once more, to shove it in Villain’s mouth and pull the damn trigger. How easily their problems could have been solved right fucking then. It would be so damn easy.

The room lapsed into a tense silence as Hero dropped Villain’s wrists, stepping back to grab their gun once more. “Be glad I’m not throwing you to the basement,” Hero muttered, kicking their foot lightly against the couch leg. They didn’t point the gun at Villain, but they didn’t entirely move the aim away from them either. “Now get talking.”

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