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storiesofsvu2-0 · 1 year

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Alex Blake x reader Warnings: language, smut, teasing, masturbation, guided masturbation, sex toys, minor degradation, very brief choking. a/n: Covers a bingo square! and a req from @rustyzebra I’m gonna be posting from this blog either permanently or until the other one gets un-shadow banned. I don’t know why or how or how long that will take, my guess is that it’s got something to do with the community labels? That being said, this is under said label, so that this blog doesn’t get shadow banned. So make sure you have your settings set appropriate to see what you want and so you don’t miss any future stories. (Eta: apparently theres no winning. I post with a label, it wont show in the tags. I post without & risk getting shadowbanned. Hellsite.) Also if you see this and you’re writing for bingo, pls tag this account as the other one basically has no access anymore (hopefully temporarily).

Nobody was having a good time on this case and that was evident, everyone hyper focussed to make sure you could get the hell out of there and back home as fast as possible. The team had been back in DC less five hours when Hotch called to reroute everyone back to the jet, you’d only had time to toss laundry in and get ready for date night before it was time to grab you go bag. You changed on the jet, cursing yourself when you realized you’d forgotten to toss in what you called your work bra, at least your shirts were thick.

The grumpy moods continued as you deplaned in a small town in Texas, quickly jumping into the field to trace down a team of unsubs. You were in the field with Emily when you managed to apprehend the unsubs and when one of them jumped into lake with the hopes of getting away on the boat moored ten feet up you were the one that was a second faster. Your swimmer instincts taking over as you dove into the lake and caught up to them before they even realized you were in the water. Emily muttered something about owing you coffee for the next month and you made your way back to the local precinct, one unsub in tow. You’d left your vest on in an attempt to not get the chills on the way back, thankful that Emily had tuned on the heat in the SUV. Passing off the unsub to be processed the two of you crossed the building back to the meeting room you’d been using, joining JJ and Morgan.

“Woah, someone take a break for a swim?” Derek greeted with a tease and you shot him a glare, Emily answering for you.

“We’re lucky she did, unsubs in custody.”

“Our guy’s in the wind.” JJ replied with a sigh and the entire room felt the frustration sink in.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” You grumbled, half of your brain regretting diving into the lake, wondering if it had really been that worth it.

With a huff you ripped at the Velcro on your vest, pulling it off over your head to toss onto a spare chair. You could feel your clothes clinging to you, soaked with lake water, at the very least you were thankful you hadn’t been wearing jeans and that your make up was waterproof.

“So what’re we looking at?” You asked, crossing you arms over your chest and the conversation rerouted back to the case at hand. Everyone was more than eager to at least get back to the hotel for some rest and a solid lead would help that.

It was almost a full half hour later that Alex returned to the room from talking to a witness, Reid half a foot behind her. You had your back to the door as you updated the white board when Alex’s voice caught your attention and you capped the marker, turning around to them and Reid’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Oh my god, y/n!” He was whipping off his FBI jacket instantly, moving to get it wrapped around you and at first you thought it was just because you were still drenched, but the smirk on Emily’s lips told you otherwise.

“What? I—” Glancing down you realized your misstep. Laundry day plus date night meant you were still in date night lingerie. Lingerie that was deep red, lacy, a hint of mesh that left very little to the imagination and thanks to your little dip earlier, completely visible to everyone in the room through your shirt. “Could’ve said something.” You scowled to the three who’d been there when you took off the vest, hands clutching at the jacket seams in an attempt to keep it closed.

“Didn’t wanna get in trouble for looking.” Derek muttered, his gaze on the file in front of him.

“Pretty sure I was with you when you bought that one.” Emily smirked in return and you rolled your eyes, glancing back to Alex.

Her head tilted, eyes flicking down you body, watching the way your shirt clung to your skin before she cocked a brow at you, her jaw hardening and you couldn’t help but gulp. While she always was a wonder with words, you were at the point in your relationship that you could communicate without them and she was making her point very clear right now. Alex could feel the arousal building deep within her already, annoyed that the case had taken away the opportunity to see you in whatever set matched the now very visible bra. Though, she wasn’t complaining about how erotic this was, on display for everyone to see. She felt the possessiveness surge through her, her eyes narrowing in your direction until you properly fixed the jacket so you were covered, you knew better, something like that was only for her to see.

You felt the heat creeping up the back of your neck, knowing exactly what Alex was thinking, that you were hers and only hers, even if the team didn’t know it. Daring to look her in the eye you felt your pulse quicken, knowing that she was thinking of all the dirty things she’d seen you do, all the dirty things she’d made you do and just how she was going to remind you who you belonged to later. You were aware that the conversation had picked back up in the conference room but there was no way you were hearing any of it, lost to the sinful imagination of one Alex Blake. Suddenly, Emily swatted at you with a folder and you were pulled out of your dirty thoughts, glancing toward her.

“What?”

“I said go back to the hotel. You jumped in a lake, you caught an unsub, I think you deserve a shower and a change of clothes, we won’t be much longer.”

“Yeah… thanks.” You nodded at her before crossing through the room and Alex’s eyes didn’t leave your body once, her lips pursed tight.

By the time you were warmed up, out of the shower and wrapped in a surprisingly fluffy robe, Alex was already back in the hotel room waiting for you. She stood from the bed when the bathroom door opened, a smirk on her lips as she sauntered through the room toward you. Her finger curled under your chin, tilting your eyes up to her.

“You pulled quite the little stunt today sweetheart. Wearing that kind of lingerie to work?”

“I didn’t have time to change.” You countered.

“You changed on the jet.”

“I forgot to pack another bra.”

“Sounds like someone’s making excuses.” She tutted, pinching at your chin, “were you feeling like a naughty slut today? Did you want the entire team to see what you were wearing under your shirt, because I’m starting to think that you did. Be a little show off, let them know how much of a bad girl you are?”

“No ma’am.” You murmured, “it was an accident.”

“Hmm.” She surveyed you for a moment, “I’m not sure I believe you. I do know how much you like to make it all about you, how much you love putting on a good show when you bounce on my cock. So how about you take off that robe, get on the bed and be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your hands swiftly undid the belt of the robe, letting it fall open and Alex’s eyes dragged down your naked body, darkening as they went, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When you dropped the robe to the floor her finger and thumb pinched at your chin, rewarding you with a kiss, her lips moving gracefully against your own before she nudged you toward the bed.

You dropped onto it, shuffling upwards until you were comfortable among the pillows, looking down to Alex who simply arched a brow in return as she slipped out of her blazer. Trying not to gulp, you spread your legs for her, opening yourself up to her burning gaze.

“How long were you in that room with your vest off? Hmm?”

“Not sure…” you could feel your breath picking up already with just her eyes on you, wondering exactly what she had planned. She frowned in your direction, hands moving down the center of her shirt as she undid the buttons, “maybe… half hour?”

“Well, then you’ve got half an hour to kill.” She shrugged, adding the folded shirt to the pile on the other bed, “better get yourself warmed up since you were in the mood to show off.”

It was only after a small nod from her, confirming that she was okay with you touching that your hand slid down your body slowly. You kept your eyes trained on Alex as she pulled a chair to the foot of the bed, pausing to strip out of her pants before she took a seat in it, her gaze landing between your legs.

“Timer doesn’t start until you do sweetheart.” She smirked and you let out a breath, your head falling back into the pillows.

Half an hour was going to be torture and you knew it, then again, that was the point wasn’t it? Your hand snuck between your legs, making sure they were nice and wide for Alex to see what you were doing. Your fingers brushed against your clit, slowly beginning to rub at it in small circles.

“That’s my good girl.” Alex cooed from the end of the bed, soft grin on her cheeks as her eyes darkened.

You took a deep breath, knowing that your time had just started, your fingers slipped down to your cunt, gathering some of your wetness and bringing it back up to your clit, continuing to rub at it slowly. Your breath hitched, your hips gently rocking toward the touch and you heard Alex chuckle. You continued on like that, wanting to drag it out as long as possible to kill the time until you uncontrollably moaned, your hips rocking up off the bed.

“I can see you glistening from here.” Alex mused, “why don’t you see how wet you really are? My dirty girl…”

“Please?” You whined, your eyes cracking open to look down at her with a pout on your lips and she laughed.

“Oh sweet girl, it’s only been four minutes.”

“But—”

“Ah!” She scolded, “did you want me to restart the timer?”

“No ma’am.” You pouted, your hands returning to your body.

One groped at your chest, pinching your nipple between your finger and thumb, repeating the action on both sides until both were hard peaks. Your other hand slunk between your legs again, heel of your hand brushing on your clit and you whined before slipping two fingers into your wet cunt.

“Oh god…” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s my girl.” She praised with a happy hum.

Your fingers began thrusting into your cunt, pulling out more wetness with each pump of your hand, slow and steady, ready to wait out the clock Alex had set. Your breathing picked up, little whines and whimpers leaving your lips as you felt the heat begin to build deep within your body. You shivered when the tips of your fingers briefly brushed across the sensitive spot of your walls, a moan leaving you and Alex hummed again.

“Why don’t you try that move again? I know how good it must feel.”

Knowing better than to defy Alex’s requests at this point your fingers sunk back in, curling right where you knew it would feel incredible and you let out a moan.

“Fuck…”

“There you go. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” You moaned, unable to control yourself as your fingers curled again, brushing against the spot and you pressed harder, your breath catching in your throat. Your hips rocked up off the bed and you could feel yourself getting wetter, juices starting to dribble out of you as you picked up the pace.

“You may come darling.” Alex purred, “but if you do that doesn’t mean you’re done, you still have seventeen minutes.”

“S..so good..” You moaned, fingers thrusting deeper into you with each flick of your wrist, you were so incredibly close, your pussy fluttering around your fingers. It was never going to be enough, you knew that, but at least for the time being you could sit on the edge of the peak, hoping that there was a chance you’d be able to fall over it. Your noises were getting louder, including the wet sounds coming from your pussy, juices coating your fingers and slipping down to your wrist. Your free hand moved back to your chest, pinching at your nipples again in hopes that it would help you see stars. At this point you were scarcely aware of the sound of movement from the foot of the bed until Alex let out a breathy moan and your eyes shot open.

She had her legs spread in the chair, her hand in her underwear as it moved lazily underneath the fabric, when your breath caught in your throat her eyes cracked open, a grin on her cheeks as she noticed you watching, your own hand stilled.

“What can I say? I like what I see.” She smirked, “and look at what you’re doing to me already?” She sighed, her eyes closing briefly and you could hear her wetness as she slipped a finger into her pussy.

“Fuck…”

“Keep going sweetheart.” She nodded at you, “how about you spread that pussy nice and open for me, let me see how gorgeous you are?”

“Yes ma’am.” Your fingers slid out, your palm rubbing at your cunt briefly as you ground down on it, letting out a small moan before it slid up, fingers framing your pussy lips and pulling them apart. Alex let out a hum of approval, her mouth watering at the way it was absolutely shimmering in the low light of the hotel room.

“So fucking gorgeous.” She groaned, “I’ll admit though, it does look prettier stuffed with my cock, don’t you think?”

“Yes!” You cried back in response and she chuckled.

“Shame. Your fingers will have to do. Twelve minutes left.”

You let out a whine but slipped your fingers back into your pulsing cunt, eyes scrunching shut as you began to fuck yourself again.

Alex sighed softly, the tips of her fingers grazing her g-spot right as you let out a moan and she pulled her fingers out, returning to lazily rubbing her clit while she watched the way your body trembled every so often. You were absolutely soaking, practically every thrust of your hand pulled a whimper from your mouth and if she wasn’t so heart set on punishing you she would’ve wanted to devour you in that moment. You always looked so fucking hot for her, but especially when you were fucking yourself, imagining that it was her fingers thrusting in and out of your drenched pussy. Her teeth sunk into her lip when her fingers pressed harder onto her clit and with a soft moan her fingers slipped back into her pussy.

“Are you close sweetheart?” She asked, her voice low and husky, words split by breathy sighs.

“Need more.” You whined in response and she chuckled darkly, the laugh morphing into a moan as her fingers curled inside her cunt.

“Just keep going.” She urged, feeling the heat building within her, she resisted the urge to let her eyes close, staying focussed on the movement between your legs instead, groaning at the sounds coming from you as you fucked yourself faster. The heel of her hand began to grind against her clit with each thrust of her fingers and she arched forward, her thighs tensing as she cried out, her orgasm hitting her.

The sound was almost enough to get you where you wanted… almost. Instead you were left letting out a frustrated whine, pulling your fingers from you with an annoyed huff.

“Please!”

“Please, what?” Alex asked, cocking a brow in your direction.

“Need more.” You grumbled and she glanced to the clock.

“Nine minutes left darling, then I’ll touch you.”

“What about a toy?” You pouted.

“I didn’t happen to bring one of those.” She shrugged, watching you carefully and she caught the way your eyes looked toward your go bag, lingering on it for a moment as you tugged your lip into your mouth. Her head tilted in curiosity and it was when she stood that your eyes darted back to her.

The blush crept up your cheeks as you watched her silently move through the room to the bag. She swiftly unzipped it, her hands sifting through its contents until she found what she was looking for, revealing the double sided dildo and she looked toward you with a brow raised.

“Really? You have the time to pack this, but not an appropriate bra?” Her voice hardened slightly, in a tone that you knew was practically a tease and you resisted covering your face with your hands. “I almost think I shouldn’t let you use it.”

“No! Please!” You cried out, tears of frustration pooling into your eyes, “I need it. Or you.” You pouted, and Alex’s face softened.

“Oh you sweet thing.” Grinning she approached the foot of the bed, “you’ve become so spoiled you can’t make yourself come anymore, is that it?” You nodded, your cheeks feeling hotter than any part of your body as you admitted it. You started to shift to close your legs, suddenly feeling very exposed but Alex’s free hand closed around your ankle.

“Ah.” She tutted, “absolutely none of that. You don’t get to act like an exhibitionist all day just to play shy now.” She dropped the toy on the bed beside your hand, “eight minutes left. You best make the most of it.”

“Thank you.” You murmured, your hand darting out for the toy, picking it up. You watched for a moment as Alex’s eyes darted from it to your lips and you smiled coyly at her.

Instead of instantly bringing it to your fluttering pussy, you brought the larger end of the toy to your lips, easily wrapping around it, moaning as you sunk it into your mouth. You sucked hard, tongue swirling around it’s girth until drool was practically leaking out of your lips and Alex’s breath was catching in her throat at the sight. Pulling it from your mouth with a pop you let out a gasp of breath, quickly moving the toy to your cunt.

“Seven…” Alex stated, her hands closed around your calves, spreading them as wide as she could on the bed, kneeling between them as she watched the way you slid the dildo into you with a satisfied moan.

You were finally stretched out, finally feeling Alex’s fingers on your skin and you almost felt like you could burst.

“Fuck…” You groaned, feeling your cunt pulse around the toy as you fucked it deeper into you, aching to hit your peak. Your head dropped back into the pillows as your eyes scrunched shut, your thighs slowly starting to shake with each push of the toy.

“So pretty when you fuck yourself darling. I should make you do this more often.” Alex cooed, her hands suddenly left your body but you were too far gone to care, not realizing she was ridding herself of her bra, beginning to cup at her chest. “be louder for me, how does that feel?”

“So good… fuck!” You panted, fire burning just under your skin, “but need more…”

“Dirty girl…” she chuckled, “what ever shall we do with you?” You felt her weight shift from the bed and your eyes cracked open, a frustrated whine escaping your lips once more as your hand nearly stilled between your legs, stalling your orgasm once more.

“Just wanna come…”

“I know sweet girl.” She squeezed at your leg before her hands slipped into the waist band of her panties and she pulled them down your leg, “but that toy has double uses… you’re going to come while riding my cock, understand?”

“Yes!” You practically shrieked, earning a laugh from Alex as she crawled over you.

You let out a very satisfied moan as she leant over you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue surging into your mouth to silence your noises. Her skin was hot on yours, rubbing against your aching nipples, her hands ghosting up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their paths. Her teeth sunk into your lip and you whimpered, your hips rocking up toward her, the toy brushed her pussy and she broke the kiss with a breathy gasp.

“Oh that does feel good.” She husked, smirking down at you before her lips attacked your neck, kissing at the supple skin before her teeth bit down hard and you gasped. “Need to leave a mark sweetheart. A nice big one if I have my way.” Her tongue swiped over your skin, “make sure the entire team knows that you really are a little dirty girl, that it’s not all for show. Because you’re not a tease, now are you?”

“N..no.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around the toy when her teeth sunk into your skin, her mouth sucking the crook of your neck and you could feel yourself building back toward your peak.

As if Alex could sense it, she bit your neck again, tongue darting out to soothe the burn when you hissed in pain, kissing the spot softly before her and snuck between your bodies to line the toy up with her cunt. She let out a low moan as she sunk down onto it, and you mewled when the base between the two sides bumped at your clit once she was fully seated. She firmly wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you tight to her and rolled over, pulling you on top of her. Alex kissed you, tongue swiping into your mouth once more before she pulled back, pushing at your shoulders with a wild gleam in her eye.

“Well, go ahead. Make yourself come all over my cock like the good dirty girl you are.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You braced your hands on her waist, raising your hips up to begin to bounce on her cock, breathless moans leaving your lips with each time your hips met hers, the toy pressing against your clit with each thrust. Alex’s hands slid up your thighs, her touch sending sparks flying through your body, she groped at your ass, squeezing you, urging you to ride her harder, faster, making the toy move within her more, the base rubbing her clit just as she wanted.

“Feels good,” she panted, “doesn’t it sweetheart?”

“S- soo good.” You whined back, “m’ so close…” With each pump of your hips her cock grazed right over the sensitive spot in your pussy, your walls pulsing around it, juices slicking it with wet. The coil in the pit of your stomach returned fire prickling under your skin and heat soared through you. “Oh god… oh god…”

“That’s it… come for me sweet girl.” Alex cooed, one of her hands slid up your body, fingers delicately wrapping around your neck, thumb nail pressing into the mark she’d left earlier and you gasped.

Your hips began to move more erratically as you chased your release, feeling yourself right on the brink. You were about to open your lips to beg, but Alex could always read you like a book, her free hand moving between your legs where she began to rub circles on your throbbing clit. Electricity shot through you and you cried out, your eyes scrunching shut as white took over your vision, your body trembled, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you finally hit your high. Your hands dug into Alex’s sides, nails scratching at her skin while you shuddered, your hips stilling when she finally let up on your clit.

“Good girl.” She purred, letting go of your throat, her hands rubbing up and down your sides, guiding you to gently drop over her, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Always so gorgeous.” She pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, fingers tracing patterns on your back while you slowly came back to earth to catch your breath. “You feel better now sweetheart?”

“Yes.” You murmured, lips brushing against her skin and she gently hoisted you off her, tossing the toy to the bedside table to be dealt with later.

“You think you’ve learnt your lesson? No more showing off what’s mine to everyone else, right?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded and Alex smiled.

“Good.”

She couldn’t help but smirk at the already purpling mark in the crook of your neck, it was high enough she knew you wouldn’t be able to cover it tomorrow. Even if you got slightly embarrassed, there would be no mistaking by anyone on the team, you were very much spoken for.

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rzyraffek · 1 year

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I made one cute post about slashers(ghostface and yautja) finding random child in forest. Its still in my head so imma do part 2. Its pure platonic made to be cute and funny😊. (By kid i mean she can talk walk normaly already ect)

Request open

Yaujta with human child

Yall this is part 2 but I know that not everyone seen part 1 so basicly what u missed: he finds kid in forest, looks for her perents, turns out they are bab people, he temporary takes kid to his ship...

Yeaaah Temporary, thats what he thought, he rly hoped to find some good place for her but He kinda failed? Lol

He will be grumpy, well no suprise! He didnt plan having random alien kid in his ship! But he cant Just leave her too

He has No clue about perentship so he will probably fail miseribly (trying to feed kid with raw food or trying to train her isnt top tier parent stuff)

But he tires okay! He may stalk some acuall human families to see how bebis work (misspelling bebi is my job)

Wait till he finds out that humans in fact dont train their kids in hunting/killing

Duble points in cutness if kid loves aliens! Like yknow every kid has phases dinosaurs/ponies/aliens/dolls idk what else its been 11years since i was kid idk what kids do this days (I was dinosaur kid myself)

I can imagine kid being like: 🤯alien dad😊 while hes like: 👽we woo *alien noises*👽

No but He will melt if kid calls him alien dad/ space dad/ just dad. He will be suprisingly very happy and proud

Okay okay he wont train his kid🙄 but dont make him cook pls😩. As long as yall are on earth He will steal some food(he is the reason why take out food you ordered 2hours ago never came)

"How are bebis made?" "uh eh they hatch from eggs?(has No clue how to human)"

Kid is very shmol (in comparison) and the ship is verrry big. Kid gets lost a lot. Yautja panics a lot. wheWHERE IS SHE I- EE NOT AGAIN

They love playing hide and seek, tag is cool too but He never knows if he should let kid win or make them loose in 0.23 seconds

He brings her a lot of stuff, mostly paper crayons, toys(dino plushies pls), clothes ofc, stickers. He will kinda love if she draws him or put stickers on his armor. I mean she shoudlnt be in armory and she is banned from going there due to sharp objects but awwwwe cute stickers on his armor

Mostly He is too busy to multi-task (taking care of kid while doing other stuff is difficult) so he just lets kid vibe on his lap or around him overall.

Yautja is very good in learning kid how to deal with emotions (both positive and negative) and overall respect, self defence ect

When kid grows up(teenager) he is doing his best to support her and show empathy (and yautjas arent know for being very emphatic) but please on love of God do not be mean to him he will be heartbroken. As the kid grows he will kinda try to train them with sertain weapons of just simple self-defence. Its not like kid will ever be in danger but its more like dad trying to show his favorite hobbie to his kid in hope that the kid will like it too

Funfact out of context! I liked yautjas before i saw any movies and I thought they had tails :( u can imagine my disapointment

#yautija #yautja x reader #yautja #alien vs predator #slasher headcanons #slashers #slasher x reader

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thefatedthoughtofyou · 1 year

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Body Worship Steddie

Rating: EXPLICIT

Warnings: size difference, a bit of softdom!Steve if you squint, blow jobs, eddie has a small dick. So if you're not into that or dont agree with that or dont like it, please just scroll on past, i don't wanna argue. But in this house we believe in small dick supremacy. Peace and love. ✌🏻

THIS POST IS NOT FOR MINORS! IF YOU'RE NOT 18+ PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Tagging @grimmfitzz and @imsodonewiththissite (i know you dont go here really but here it is if you wanna give it a try! Haha!) Because y'all gave me courage!!! Hope you like it!

so eddie has a small dick. Steve's is like, normal, average. I dont know what average dick size is. Im gonna say like 5 inches? I wanna go with 4! Idk.

So yeah, he's been with eddie for awhile. And they've fooled around. And eddie has100% given him blow jobs at this point. But everytime steve tries to touch eddie he finds a way to get out of it. Either moving his hips away, or distracting steve with his tongue, steve is ashamed to say that that move had yet to fail, no matter how focused he thinks he is.

But eddie just, wont let steve touch his dick and its driving steve crazy. He's felt it exactly twice. Both times fleeting as eddie squirmed away from him. But my god does steve WANT. like, he felt how hard eddie was against his thigh, he knows what he felt. There's not much there. But steve literally does not care, he wants to touch him. Wants to make him feel good. Keeps fucking daydreaming about having Eddie's cock in his mouth.

But he doesn't wanna push eddie. Tries to take it slow. But then one night they're kissing and steve lays eddie back on his bed, tries to slot himself between Eddie's legs, to get them... somewhere!!! But eddie freezes so steve just groans and drops his head to Eddie's shoulder and is like,

"eddie please." And it's a fucking WHINE coming out of his mouth, he sounds so goddamn needy, and it makes Eddie's hands claw at his back and Eddie's basically panting at this point and is like,

"Im sorry. Im sorry i know- i just-" and steve looks at him and he's bright red and looks so embarrassed and steve refuses to let that stand so he cups Eddie's face, kisses him softly and uses the distraction to plant himself on top of eddie, pushing his knees between Eddie's and dropping himself there.

Eddie whines and slams his head back into the matress and steve just latches onto his neck before kissing up to his ear like,

"Dont be embarrassed. I don't care if your dick is small Eds. i just want it in my mouth." And Eddie's hips fucking grind up against him, but he shakes his head, turning away, his eyes squeezed shut so Steve stops. Because that's not normal 'turned on' Eddie. He slides his hand under Eddie's head, can feel wetness, Eddie's crying, Steve turns his head to look at him and says,

"I don't care Eddie. I want you. Is that not obvious yet?" His thumb soothing over his cheek. And Eddie shakes his head a bit, bites his lip and says,

"You say that now. But you'll change your mind. They all-" Eddie bites his lip again, sucks in air through his teeth as he sniffles. Steve frowns, he looks angry. Eddie tries to shrink away but Steve holds him still, presses closer.

"Fuck. Them. You think i haven't felt you? You think i don't know what's down here?" He moves then, fast but gentle, his hand moving down Eddie's side, and then between them, he cups Eddie in his hand and he bucks into Steve's touch with another whine.

"I've felt it. And i want it. Okay? Will you let me show you how much?" Steve moves his hand, presses his palm down just so.

Eddie's hands scramble over Steve's back until he's clawing at Steve's hips, his legs kicking against the sheets as he squirms, a mantra of "yes yes yes yes" falling from his lips as his eyes squeeze shut again. Steve smiles, kisses down his neck, then his chest, pressing kisses into the fabric of Eddie's shirt. And then he's sliding Eddie's pants down his legs, hooking his fingers into his boxers and pulling them down as well. And e

Eddie is on his elbows, looking down at Steve, his eyes huge, pupils blown, chest heaving, as Steve fucking stares at his cock like he wants to fucking eat it. And Steve's fucking mouth waters. He moves his palms up Eddie's thighs slowly, presses his fingertips into Eddie's hips before moving one hand back down.

His thumb grases the base of Eddie's dick and his hips jump again, Steve finally looks away from his dick, his eyes moving to Eddie's face, he tilts his head, asking for permission. Eddie nods quickly, his sweat damp hair sticking to his face, Steve smiles, presses a kiss to the inside of Eddie's knee, and then he moves his arm over Eddie's hips, presses him into the matress and finally, curls his fingers around Eddie's dick.

The tip just barely peaks out over his fist, and Steve is pressing the side of his palm down against the base too, as far as he can. The sight makes Steve's fucking mouth water even more and before Eddie is even a little used to the touch of his hand, Steve has his mouth on him. Eddie's cock fits in his mouth just so. So fucking perfect that steve moans around him and Eddie's hips buck up, even with Steve's arm holding him down.

The movement doesn't even come close to choking Steve and that just makes him hotter. He sucks, hard, hollowing his cheeks and humming around Eddie. Eddie gasping his name over and over, his hands in Steve's hair are the only warning Steve gets that Eddie is about to come. He groans as it hits his tongue, swallows it all and then keeps fucking going. Eddie tries to push him away, Steve pulls off of him, a string of spit and cum stretching between his lips and Eddie's cock, and Eddie makes the mistake of looking down at him at exactly that moment. His cheeks are flushed, and what Steve can see of his stomach where his shirts been shoved up is flushed too.

"Fuck. Steve." He's breathless. Steve climbs up his body, presses him into the matress and kisses him deeply, wants him to see how fucking good he tastes. Eddie whines, says Steve's name against his lips, Steve looks at him, his eyes are glassy, he's completely fucked out. Steve leans close, kisses his cheek and says,

"You're gonna give me one more."

Eddie immediately starts to shake his head, Steve grabs his chin firmly, makes Eddie look him in the eye.

"Yeah you are. One more for me Eds. You're doing so good. Bein such a good boy for me."

He whispers the words into Eddie's mouth, smiles when Eddie mumbles back,

"I can be good." And he's nodding now. Steve nods back, moves his thumb over Eddie lips and says,

"I know baby. You gonna give me one more?" Eddie nods again. Steve sinks down Eddie's body again, kissing as he goes, he bites at his hip, it drags a breathy laugh out of Eddie. And then he settles between Eddie's legs and looks at him, a smirk on his lips as he says,

"Maybe two."

Eddie opens his mouth to protest but what comes out is an obscene moan as Steve sucks his pretty little cock back into his mouth. Eddie's hands shoved up into his hair as his hips move in time with Steve's sucking, Eddie is so fucking good for him. Steve presses his hands to Eddie's thighs, digs his fingers in and fucking worships him with his mouth and his hands until Eddie can't fucking see, or hear, or speak anything but Steve's name over and over and over.

#Fates Endless Inkwell #FEI #steddie #steddie smut #eddie has a small dick #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #my writing #mine #my fic #steddie blurb #steddie ficlet

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spacexseven · 2 years

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(1/3) god akutagawa… he’d be so. Severe, about the whole thing, you know? from HIS perspective he’s going through a long and arduous journey of emotional turmoil that you, wretched seducer/seductress have cruelly damned him to; but for you it’s like he COMPLETELY turned on a dime. he wouldn’t really be the sweep-you-off-your-feet type, like chuuya or dazai would be in this situation. when he gets the order to get close to you for intel reasons (and the whole time he’s wondering why this is HIS job, when has he ever been known to be personable?) he might take on the persona of a newbie in your line of work or a new tenant in your apartment complex and you he’s always kinda… there. staring at you and looking mad about something. but hey! hes probably just shy, right? why not throw him a bone, you think. you live to regret this.

on akutagawa’s end, he doesnt know whether to laugh or scoff at your naivety. you really are making this MUCH too simple for him. like, come on now, discussing work over coffee? inviting him into your home? why don’t you go ahead and decapitate yourself for him while you’re at it. and what an irritating little insect you are, as well! constantly bothering him, talking to him, touching him… showing him affection, concern, genuine interest… completely ridiculous. he’s sure he doesnt dislike ANYONE as much as he does you.

OH GOD IF THEY PROTECT HIM??? FUCK!!!! he’d be SO touched. denies it, but he is!!! moved, even! after this, he gets really comfortable around you, moreso than he thinks he deserves. you’re just so. nice. he feels good when hes around you. the mission becomes more of a break from mafia life than an addition to it. he… likes you. no, he loves you. he loves you so much. if you express a similar romantic interest in him he’ll probably blow a gasket. he never thought he could feel this strongly about anyone (excluding his sister and dazai, ofc)

inevitably, you find him out. hard not to, when his end goal in this whole matter was to utterly destroy you. like you said, he leaves you no choice in the matter of coming with him. he needs you, and you need him, in his mind. he can protect you! no one else will EVER protect you or love you or WORSHIP you the way he does! you don’t need anything else but him, don’t you understand? this is for the best! youre angry, of course. you hate him, curse him, try to kill him. and akutagawa feels like his entire world is falling apart. please, please, please, you can’t hate him, anything but that. he loves you he loves you he loves you PLEASE he’ll do anything to prove it to you, ANYTHING. his life is almost entirely dedicated to earning your affection and praise from here on out, kinda like how he is with dazai. you’ll see it his way eventually…. you have to….. he wont accept anything else.

instead of compiling these together, I will be answering them separately for each character :> i'll get to the rest over the week as well, just need to focus on them individually to really flesh out the ideas :>> anything under this au thing will be tagged with #spy au 🐟 (short and effective, i hope)

cw: yandere characters, deceit, manipulation, obsessive behavior, imprisonment, stalking

akutagawa doesn't really strike anyone as the ideal person to send to infiltrate some place and charm someone for information, but he has a surprisingly useful ability to sort of...blend into the background. he knows what's expected of him, sent on to a mission like this. he's not expected to flirt or coo or wink at you until your knees buckle and you fall into his arms (though now, in retrospect, that would have been a sight he would love to see). rather, what he has to do is simply exist. exist and observe.

it sounded a lot easier in theory because nobody had said anything about you. all he was told was that you'd have the information he needed, and you were not so high-up that it was impossible to talk to you, and not so unimportant that you would be useless to listen in on. nobody said anything about that damned smile and the easygoing charm and the genuine concern that radiated off you. nobody told him that you would pat his shoulder and tell him he was doing great, buy him coffee and offer your support for anything he needed. and nobody even mentioned how kind you were, unlike anyone else he's met that worked for an 'enemy' organization.

(well, it was true that you were kind to all your subordinates, but he refused to see that. to him, it was only him that you cared about right?)

then there was the fact that he could never just 'exist' when you were around. you had an eye out for everyone—not out of paranoia or control, but concern. you noticed him hiding behind the crowd, awkwardly standing by the wall, and you'd bring him closer to everyone else. you saw him, despite him not being any use to you. he was not the ruthless murderer the port mafia wanted him to be, or whatever dazai thought him as. he wasn't a rival you were deadset on beating or a guard dog that patiently sat by your feet, ready to tear apart anyone who dared even look at you the wrong way. not that he would have minded that, if it meant he could protect you from those wandering eyes. in here, he was just another one of faceless lower-rank members, loaded with boring paperwork and forced to run after everyone else.

but to you, he was the new member under your care. you used the name he was given for the mission, you asked him if he had his lunch. you brought him some of your favorite tea to try when you learned he liked drinking tea (and he drank every drop. how could he not, when you looked so eager for his opinion on it?) he wouldn't have expected more than a nod after a job finished in the port mafia, but here, he was being celebrated like he had done something. like you cared. and that thought tormented him.

at first, he pretended to hate you for it. with the appreciation, you showed, your open nature, and your sympathy—you would be torn apart and crushed in the port mafia. such traits would only lead to your demise. he couldn't show that he appreciated it because he didn't want you to think you could keep this up, and endanger yourself. he wasn't the only one trying to infiltrate your group, he knew, and if anyone else learned about you, they would try to worm inside through you. and then what? you'd never see through them, would you? akutagawa was terrible at espionage and still, he made it this far with you, hadn't he? you didn't even consider his true intentions, even after a couple of slip-ups, that he was convinced you were truly helpless. it was deplorable.

and yet...

he wanted to receive more of your attention.

it was very embarrassing when he realized what was happening. automatically running to you after finishing any task, looking forward to your check-ins, taking on anything to try and lessen your workload...what had you done to him? sometimes, he thought of what dazai would think of him now, acting like a pathetic little lap dog, deprived of love.

what really sealed the deal was the moment you risked your life to protect his. undercover akutagawa did not have an ability. that was probably why you stepped in so quickly to move him away from harm. but something about how you grabbed and lifted him, fearlessly navigating the chaos to bring him to safety struck him. something about how easily you threw aside your life for him, how immediately you jumped into action. and after all that, when you apologized to him and swore you would never let him be hurt again...

what else was he supposed to do?

akutagawa was no fool. reckless, hardheaded, maybe. but not stupid. there was no place for that in his life. but at the moment he was at a loss for words and emotions. this overwhelming warmth, this gentle embrace, this wonderful feeling—it was all so new to him. he was used to being the one risking his life to further the port mafia, not fussed over like...like his life wasn't dispensable.

your tight hold on him, your frantic apologies, your commands for someone to come help him—akutagawa had never felt so wanted before. never felt so desperate for something before, either, except maybe dazai's recognition. funny how he could tear himself apart and stick himself back together and dazai wouldn't bat an eyelid, but one little scratch on him and you're tripping over yourself to get to him, huh?

that incident is what changes everything between you two. suddenly, akutagawa is more present, more expressive to you. he talks more (still not a lot, but he's getting there), he even lets the occasional smile slip. he brings you snacks he knows you like to eat, and he just starts being around more often. always behind you, like you held a leash that was connected to him. akutagawa was sure now, that he loved you.

the warm feeling, the nervous feeling he got around you, the way he couldn't stop looking and how he always wanted you to hold him. he loved you, so much. he knew you didn't think of him as a lover—not yet. but he didn't mind. this was fine, for now. until he settled things with the pm so you would never have to know his true mission.

what he didn't expect to happen was you finding out so soon. it all happened too fast. he got a message that he had done his job and shortly after the group you worked for was eradicated. when you were finally introduced to the port mafia, you met akutagawa as himself for the first time.

and just as he feared, you were disgusted by him.

he should have expected this, right? you had every right to be upset after you trusted him so much. that didn't mean it didn't tear him apart to see the hatred in your eyes and the way you flinched away from him. he thought you would be grateful after he convinced them to let you be with him, and not punished like your friends, but you were enraged. you screamed and punched and you looked so hurt that he wanted to fall on his knees and apologize until you accepted it. he would take any punishment as long as you stayed. and you would stay, wouldn't you? when you saw the evil that lurked outside on the streets, the terrors that awaited you. you would stay when he convinced you because he would convince you. show you that he always loved you back, and that he would protect you like you did him. nothing had changed, except his name, really! it was still him, the one you laughed with and bought tea for. it was still the him that you had held in your arms after bringing him to safety.

why couldn't you see that?

#I GOT SO TIRED AT THE LAST PART SORRY #yandere x reader #yandere bungo stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs #yandere bungou stray dogs x reader #yandere bsd x reader #yandere akutagawa x reader #yandere akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa bsd #akutagawa 🐟#ask 🐟#anon 🐟#bsd 🐟#dazai 🩹 🐟#spy au 🐟#this got sooo long im sorry

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soclonely · 9 months

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Hope you feel better soon! If you're still doing The Clones As prompts, maybe The Clones as People You'd See at a Roller-Skating Rink?

Oh ABSOLUTELY. I missed these so much. Lets seeeeeee... Rex-"Wait, i thought you said we were going ice skating! I can't rollerskate!"

Echo- spends entire time in the arcade area wearing skates but not touching the wood ONCE

Fives- middle school boys who skate around and play tag

Jesse- *deathgrips the wall while legs go in about 80 different directions at once*

Kix- the group of girls who think its okay to link arms and skate in a line

Tup- messy bun girl who has to fix her hair at every turn because it keeps falling out but shes too nervous to stop because she JUST got the hang of it and if she stops she wont get to the pace shes at again

Dogma- the jackass who brings inline skates

Hardcase- kid constantly running up to the counter slamming cokes and pixie sticks

Coric- the dj all the middle schoolers are bugging to play Yeah by usher 8 more times

Bly- the couple who rented skates to take a couple quick instagram photos at the entrance of the rink, before quickly removing them and leaving lmao.

99- The oldtimer. amazing skate skills. probably did a lot of light drugs at that same rink in the 70s. Dresses up for disco night in his flashy 70s outfit

Cody- the dweeb who skates backwards around like he's hot stuff. Dude you are 26, at a roller rink on a saturday night by yourself because your DnD session got cancelled. calm down

Waxer/Boil- picture it, 2005-2006. its students night for your elementary/middle school at the local rink! You are in 5th grade. Your mom drops you off with money for rentals and an extra $15 for a slice of pizza, some popcorn, and a jones soda. You and your friends spend a majority of the time sitting in a booth in the concession area, giggling and running your skates casually under the table while you gossip about 6th grade and what its going to be like in real middle school next year, one of your friends looks around, jerks her head back around real quick, and squeals because your crush jacob has just come over to the concession area to but some nachos and made eye contact with the same cashier you had made eye contact with 5 minutes previous so it was practically him looking into your eyes on a beach sunset. You all giggle and chatter, staring at him until he awkwardly waves while shoving his change into his pocket as he shuffles back to his group of friends. it didn't matter that in 4 years he would be coming out of the closet to your whole school and taking the lead singing spot in the show choir. All that mattered was that small concession area. Life was good.

Wolffe- moms with annoying toddlers running around in shitty cheap plastic skates that clip onto their shoes

Boost/Sinker- asshat who doesn't watch surroundings and crosses over, bumps into everyone, and doesn't apologize

Hunter- Rockabilly dressed ladies witht heir hot pink skates. god i wish that were me.

Wrecker- the beefy dad guy there for his kids party. The dude can't skate, but you bet your sweet ass he strapped on this badboys and skated right out the rink and flat on his ass because his little princess BEGGED him to. He terrible at it but he's got spirit!

Tech- parent that sanitizes EVERYTHING

Crosshair- the person who cant skate, or is a newer skater who decides they are too cool to go around the edge and try to skate in the middle and inner lanes instead. GET TF OVER

Omega- the parent who is WALKING in the main rink holding their little kids hands. Usually they have the tiny corner one for them TAKE THEM OVER THERE SO I CAN GO NYOOM

Howzer- The obnoxious skaters who are def advanced, but try to show off in ways that can get people hurt

Fox- the poor skate rental counter guy in his 30s who looks like he just hates his life because his manager is a 16 year old girl.

Gregor-LIGHT UP WHEEL GUY

#khai come get ya juice #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #captain rex #commander cody #arc trooper echo

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i-have-dots-in-my-brain · 10 months

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ayup mates, its me (that one fucking guy that shows up in your fever dreams to offer you garlic bread then fucks off into the void) (i think you need to get a therapist btw)

Call me dots or dot (not correct but when saying something belongs to me you use "dot's". idk why don't ask me)

They/them she/her it/its ( welcome to the mad lab we do experiments with the funny goofy hjinks with the genders here)

TAGS : my art (self explanatory), dot's thoughts (mad ramblings) (extra note, there are two versions of dot's thoughts, the other one is with the phone version of ' so you can go look for that if you wanna see me posting from outside the comfort of my room and computer), dot’s travel journal (me on holiday), my persona (obviously just my persona) *prone to updates

fandom tags are ridden with reblogs, i am very sorry

if you wanna find my (mostly serious) art, check out @dots-in-my-head (send me asks and dms on this blog) also i have started putting fandom stuff there too so if you want to get my fandom doodles you can look to there as well

dumbass who likes to draw ocs and shit. (posts like there is no tomorrow but also like i have all the time in the world) (oc x canon stuff also) (some fanart ig)

still questioning sexuality but currently aro/ace? (idk i'm not in a rush lol) (i WILL dabble in the arts of questioning me sexuality on internet if you got problems with that shoo)

my loveley husband (@octoxxt, pls ignore this blog dude its embarrassing)

why do you need to know my age, ‘you a cop?

will not draw smut or NSFW bcs i will start howling with racous laughter and melt. (i don;t even read smut in fic dude what do expect me to be able to draw im a cartoonish obviously anime style inspired semi-realism but not really shitty doodle artist you put your hopes too high if you think i can draw a dick without making it look like a piece of middle school desk graffiti)

i've got a bit of a dirty mouth but everything is pretty vanilla

please talk to me god i am lonely (i am serious about this i love it when people rb and scream in the tags it genuinely makes my day) (send me asks send measkssendmeaskssendmeasks—)

Absolute art machine(whether the art is good or not is a big question that i am not ready to answer)

makes shitty animations sometimes idk

Uses lol too much

Chinese, knows mandarin (translate the random messages for maximum brain damage) i don't know simplified but i do know traditional (please talk to me i need to practice my chinese reading skills)

am i a furry? idk but if you're mad about it you can fuck right off (i have a couple ocs and my darling fursona)

am currently inbetween fandoms

fandoms i am (kind of) active in are hetalia, scp, dnd, genshin, pjo, bg3, apothecary diaries, jrwi riptide and csm (list is prone to updating because fandom is my support system) (you wont see my art for most of them but the brainworms are there and sometimes i let them take over)

old fandoms or the fandoms i lurk in (i visit them often): eddsworld, demon slayer, pokemon, vocaloid and wof. (also prone to updates as i remember stuff)

note : i am still in school and have a life outside the internet so stuff will be delayed (which is why i am only kind of active) (i go missing sometimes i am not dead life is just lifing for me)

Do not say anything about how cringe I am I know trust me (it’s a coping mechanism lol)

if you're concerned, you're very right to be

I am very incoherent (most of my life updates have actually devolved into cries for help, please talk to me)

also if you don't like my art or ships leave or go to a blog you like (any critique about anything i make shoots a bazooka straight into my heart and behind the screen i crumble into a cartoonish pile of ashes and bones as i stare at the screen blurred by tears) (unless I ask for critique then i brought this on myself and i’ll walk it off)

(Both of my personas)

#art #oc #intro #artist intro #introduction #intro post #blog intro #artists on tumblr

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butternut-zippersqaush · 2 years

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CH3: DBKS Return

Authors Note: So glad that people are enjoying the story so far!! Ao3 wont be ready till the end of the month, I decided to post chapter 3 here for you guys for the time being. This will be the last chapter I post on here, but I’ll be using tumblr to post updates and such for when I finish writing more parts. I’ll try to reorganize the page too for easier navigation later. The chapters quite lengthy, as it starts merging the reader into the main storyline. Apologies for any writing errors, but otherwise enjoy!

Previous Post!

With the start of the new day, you felt much better waking up knowing that you finally had something to do. After getting ready, you texted MK that you were on your way. The city in the morning was surprisingly pleasant, as you watched the flow of cars and people pass by through the bus windows. Originally the thought of such busy traffic overwhelmed you, but it didn’t seem as bad when you took public transport. It was a good idea to leave your car in the care of one of your neighbors.

Once you arrived at the shop, MK immediately coddled you with attention, ecstatic to be your personal tour guide. You wave politely to Pigsy, who was preparing the orders MK would be delivering on your trip. The same man was sitting at the counter, who was quickly introduced as Tang by your new companion. After exchanging pleasant hellos, you offer to assist in carrying the orders to the small vehicle that was used for deliveries.

“I just can’t wait to show you around! There are so many places around here that I’m sure you’ll love, like the arcade, the movie theater, and the cool clothing stores and cheese tea stalls..” MK rambles on to you while starting the engine and driving, with you securely on the seat next to him. “And I should totally introduce you to my other friend Mei!! I’m sure you two would totally get along. I mean- I’ve only known you for a day but you seem so nice, so I think you guys would have fun together!” You smile at him, grateful that you made a good first impression.

“You seem very nice as well MK! I don’t know many people who would be so kind to just show a random stranger around. But I hope we can start being friends from now on, along with that Mei girl as well.” You raise your fist and he happily bumps it, which makes the cart swerve ever so slightly. Thank god for seatbelts, you think.

The day flew by in a flash, as you drove all around Megapolis. You admired the different areas of the city and took note of the places that MK commented on previously. He decided that you should go visit them with him and Mei on his days off. The deliveries also went by smoothly, with the both of you going back to the shop whenever you finished a batch of orders.

“That was so much fun!” MK hugged you, and you returned the affection as the both of you went back to Pigsy’s after finishing the final deliveries. You nod in agreement, before slumping down into one of the seats in exhaustion.

“I’m not sure what you did, but you somehow made MK do his job ten times more efficiently than usual.” Pigsy snorted while MK chuckled in embarrassment. He slid a bowl of noodles to you. “It’s on the house. As a thank you.”

“Hey, what happened to no free noodles??” Tang huffed as you dug in. Pigsy angrily smacked him with a spoon.

“Unlike you, they actually contributed to my shop's well-being!”

You laugh at the banter, which seemed only friendly between the two. Pigsy then looks back at you, seemingly lost in thought.

“You know, if you truly have nothing to do in the city, maybe you can keep going around with MK and help him stay focused from time to time. I’ll pay you of course.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing that!” You placed the empty bowl away from your face, licking the remaining soup off your mouth. “There's truly no need to pay me though, I’m just a friend tagging along after all.” MK flew from his place to smother you in a hug once again, making the both of you laugh. “It’s a plan then!”

And so for the next few weeks, you started becoming accustomed to Pigsy’s Noodles as your new hangout, with MK, Pigsy, and Tang as your new companions. You would help MK stay on track with his deliveries when you were in the mood for a joyride and occasionally served the noodles to the customers to get more used to city locations. You conversed about more adult topics with Pigsy, talking about growing up and your past lives with one another. After confessing about your enjoyment of cooking, he invited you to see how he prepared his food while you both happily exchanged recipes and treats with each other. Tang would always talk about his expert knowledge of Chinese legends to MK and you, such as the Monkey King (who he was very passionate about and nearly shook you to death when you said you didn’t know much about the said monkey as he tried to cram every piece of story he had about him). MK was a major fan as well and showed you his book crammed with writings and drawings he had which you made sure to praise him on for how well drawn it all was.

Later you eventually met Mei, who you quickly bonded with after complimenting her which she did back to you tenfold and snapping a bunch of pics together. When MK was out working she would drag you to the arcade and play for hours, and you would eat out together when you weren’t hungry for noodles (you would always fight over whos paying, with both of you wanting to treat the other). Having so many new friends made you feel content, but something was still in the back of your mind.

As the days passed by, you constantly looked through your mail, your phone, and any other form of communication to see if you would finally get news about how to progress on your supposed task. Being set in a new place with absolutely no direction of what your so-called destiny was going to be set you off a little as your patience started to thin. It wasn’t until you fully settled into your new life that a knock on the door came with a sealed envelope slipped through the crack under. Hurriedly you rushed to tear the paper open, only to reveal a small card enveloped in a lavender smell with gold writing reading:

You’re on the right track.

“HUH??” You burst out, slapping the papers onto the floor with a huff. “ONE WHOLE MONTH. And that's what you give me??” You grumbled curses as you slipped on your shoes to get away from the apartment. Although you did not want to get so mad as your living situation was being fully reimbursed by your relative, they surely weren’t assisting you in anything else. The sour mood you were in was unfortunately noticed by MK once you slipped into the store, so he placed the orders prepared back on the table to check on you.

“You alright there? Did something happen to you?” He questioned, gingerly placing a hand on your shoulder. You furrow your brows, not wanting to worry him but not wanting to lie to him either.

“I just got some bad news that's all. Nothing too serious though, I was just really annoyed by it.” You picked up the orders that he was previously carrying, turning to go out of the door. “I think driving around will clear my mind. Let's get going MK!” Satisfied with the response, he followed to start with the deliveries for the day.

“MK, are you sure that someone ordered noodles down there..?” The delivery truck stopped in front of an abandoned construction site as your friend whistled happily with noodles in hand.

“Don’t worry, I’ve delivered to much weirder places!” He pulled you to the elevator and turned on the lever, slowly descending down. You still felt a little off, sticking close to MK as he casually danced through the debris and old equipment.

“It feels like I’ve waited an eternity for this moment.” A deep feminine voice echoed through the area, causing you and MK to stop in your tracks. You look to see a woman standing with her back towards you, along with a young man with bright red hair. Surrounding them were a large number of figures that sported robotic bullheads on top of their torsos. The two unique bodies exchanged words about preparations as you hurriedly dragged MK out from eyesight. You tried to tug him back to the elevator, but he grabbed your hand and signaled a shushing noise, pointing to what everyone else seemed to be looking at. On the mound of earth illuminated by the sunlight that cracked through the openings from the ceiling, a large pole encrusted in red and gold stood upon the top, giving off a heavenly glow. Your eyes widen.

“Is that…”

“Monkey King’s staff!!!!” MK whispers in awe, his pupils shine in excitement. He grabs your hand to haul you up onto the poles in the ceiling despite your silent struggles to get away from whatever was going on. With the two of you draped over uncomfortably up top, you managed to get a better view of the ordeal in front of you. One of the bull men walked up to the staff and struggled to pull it out, snapping its electric arms out in the process. He was then sneered at by the red dude, who haughtily monologues about his in preparations he took to get the job done.

“Only those who are deemed worthy can wield it. But I, Red Son, have designed this gauntlet to bend it to my will!” He summoned a large metal contraption to his hands with a burst of flames and walked over to the staff himself. You stared in shock as he grunted angrily, and exploded into a fit of fire as he struggled to lift the staff. The ground below it finally cracked, and the staff was tightly grasped between the iron hand.

“YES! I DID IT!” Red Son, assuming that was his title finally yelled in victory. There was a pause. “WHAT? Why isn’t anything happening??!” He turned to the woman and squabbled something about being the wrong mountain and bickered before the entire room started to shake. You grasped tightly to the pole in terror when suddenly the ground below where the staff once was exploded into a sickly green glow. Arising from beneath the surface appeared an anthropomorphic bull, larger than the bullbots that flew around from the explosions. He growled menacingly, his size towering over everyone else.

“Flesh. Bone. I have returned to the realm of the living!” The bull spoke, flexing his hands.

It was a terrifying display, and the sound of MK struggling to keep his hold on the poles made your head spin. There was no way you wanted to be caught by the crowd at the bottom.

“Demon Bull King! How I’ve missed you.” The lady smirked. Oh, you remembered that name. It was one of the demons that Tang stated Monkey King once defeated. That didn’t sound good.

“Princess Iron Fan. The years have been kind.” Another demon that you learned from the stories. You couldn’t believe it. The legends were true?

A bird perched on the pole chirped your attention away, as it started pecking at MK’s hands while he tried to shoo it away. It squawked, aggressively pecking more until MK’s grip slipped. In a fit of panic, you reached to grab him only to realize that doing so made your balance falter as well. Gravity pulled you down. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!” With a crash, you toppled over MK and Red Son who was right under both of your hiding spots. You groan in pain as you placed your hands to steady yourself. You felt the eyes of everyone latching onto you, freezing your movement.

“Heh heh-.. Someone ordered some noodles?”

“GET OFF YOU IDIOT!!!!!!!!” MK was launched off of Red Son back to you, forcing you to catch him before he would slam into the floor again.

“Did you know what you just did? THE BOTH OF YOU RUINED MY MOMENT!!” He erupted into flames. You cover MK protectively as the DBK towered over the both of you, smugly grunting at the display.

“Some little eavesdroppers have fallen into our midst. It seems a waste to crush something so insignificant as my first act as ruler of this new world, but so be it.” He lifts his foot ready to squash.

“Wait, father!” Red Son cleared his throat. “Waste not your energy on these... Peasants. Please allow me to show you how powerful I have become in your absence!”

“I think we should go..” You inch away from the demons but are stopped again as they turn back to talk to you. Red Son continued to boast about his family while MK stumbled over the staff that was abandoned back on the ground. “ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME? I, Red Son, will NOT be disrespected! You’re HISTORY!” He lunged to attack. MK’s body jerked into a panic as he reach for anything to protect you and him. A sickeningly hollow sound erupted into your ear while a wave of smoke smothered your eyesight. You coughed and rubbed your eyes hurriedly to behold the sight next to you. MK was holding Monkey King's staff, to the shock of everyone.

“QUICK! Let's get out of here!” MK used the confusion to grab your arm and start running. The staff jerked to life in his palm, growing long and bouncing off the floors and walls while you clung onto MK for dear life. It smashed through the elevator and to the top, and you wasted no time rushing to the cart and start driving. It didn’t take long for an even bigger vehicle to rise and destroy the already deteriorated construction site, its engines revving and bursting to drive into your cart.

“How did you do that MK??” You ask while he weaved through the traffic in the street with Red Son close behind.

“I don’t know, but we need to get away from them NOW.” He grabs one of the orders in the back and threw it at Red Son’s car window.

“MK! MK THE WHEEL!” You reached over to steady the driving while it screeched into a turn. The staff seemed to have a mind of its own as it enlarged itself again to launch the vehicle out of the street. Both of you screamed, not quite sure how you both were still alive. You smashed onto the rooftop, the poor noodle cart hobbling down with Red Son furiously pursuing on the side. With a final crash, you swerved into an apartment building and burst out on the side of the road. “Are- are we safe??” MK laughs triumphantly. “I think we lost him!” He gently tries to lodge off your iron grip on his torso, which you were unconsciously doing throughout the chase. The cart sputtered and coughed from the turmoil it was put in. It squeaked to a stop and collapsed down. MK stared at you in shock.

“Come on come on you got this!” He kicked and smacked at the machine, but it did not respond. “Oooohhhh Pigsys gonna kill me…”

“Not if that red guy kills us first! Come on MK!!” You both duck into an alleyway, searching for a new way to get back to the noodle shop. MK spots a hoverboard being used by some teens and quickly snatches it to ride. In due time as well, with Red Son finally back to chase you. “WE’RE SORRY!” You yelled out to the disgruntled teenagers, practically choking MK with your hold. “Y-ourre-. Suffocating-mme!!!” MK struggled to keep the hoverboard steady.

“I'm sorry I'm sorry but if I let go I’ll die!!!!!” After some backflips and almost falling off, you manage to lose Red Son for another moment. MK swerves around to another path, only for the demon to arrive in a smaller vehicle. If it weren’t such a dire situation you would have rolled your eyes at his persistence. He pulls the racecar upwards into the air and recklessly tries to squash you both. He’s able to destroy the hoverboard, forcing you to fly over the top of the car, with it speeding towards a dead-end road. You and MK yell for your lives.

Bodies in the air. Your vision spinning and the air whipping your face. MK’s teary face screaming next to you. Was this truly how you would die? No. It can’t be. You don’t want it to end like this! Why is everything glowing? Your hand reaches out for something, for anything. You see something forming at your fingertips. It stops for a second, only for a gloved hand to grab you instead. Greenlight crackled through the air. You already knew who it was. “Mei!!” You quickly stretched your arm to MK, zipping past Red Son and back onto solid ground. The motorcycle she rode zipped through the city instantly and back to Pigsy’s Noodles. MK lost your arm and tumbled over the floor, but Mei still kept her hold on you before steadying you back to stand. “Nailed it!!” She fishes out her phone to snap a few pics. A relieved MK walks over to her, and he terribly tries to explain the situation at hand. You stood in the back still shaky from the entire ordeal.

“MK!!!” Out came Pigsy, his nose flaring as he yelled at him for the missing orders. You jump when he glares at you but stops after seeing your poor state.

“Huh? Did something happen? Why are you all frazzled?” You pause. The realization of the past events you went through float through your head. You were scared and you had no idea what you and MK just got into. Your eyes water slightly, but you try to keep your composure to prevent worrying Pigsy.

“Hey hey it's alright, I didn’t mean to scare ya. You were always good at keeping MK in check, so truth be told I was worried when I saw that the deliveries weren’t happening. I thought you got hurt or something. Let's get you inside ok?” He allows you to lean on him as you wobbled in with Mei in tow. MK already rushed inside, overloading the whole adventure onto Tang.

“Kid, relax.” Tang pushes MK back with his chopsticks. “Besides, you’re being delusional. It’s just a story.”

“It's not though! I know it sounds crazy, but we saw it! And MK has the staff too!” The group turns to you, brows raised. “Cmon MK show them, you have it right?”

On cue, he pulls out the staff, which grows longer, and smashes a table clean in half. That was more than enough to convince them. Tang drops his mature act and freaks out over the staff. You sigh in defeat.

“Ok, I’ll bite. If the staffs here, wheres that demon guy then?” Pigsy crossed his arms annoyed.

“The shoe store!” Mei sticks her phone into your face, scrolling past the multiple posts of people complaining about the Bull King’s lack of common courtesy in line.

“What should we do about it then? MK’s got the staff and we got no Monkey King.” Mei shrugs. MK looks distraught.

“Well, we can GET the Monkey King! Or try at least.” Tang straightened himself, a shine in his glasses as he pulled up MKs book of drawings.

“We need to get to flower fruit mountain.”

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lego monkie kid x reader #lmk x reader #lmk sun wukong x reader #lmk macaque x reader #one with the earth wind and cherry blossoms (lmk)

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imaginewarehouse · 2 years

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Marcus White x Fem!Reader || Oneshot

Plot: On a typical evening walk of yours around the neighbourhood (Which is generally just fine, of course. You love your walks. Its normal, and perfectly safe!) you start to notice... a man. Following you. No matter how many turns you make, he continued to be just a few metres behind you, on the same side of the road as you.

As you're starting to really panic, over the sound of you heart beating hot and loud in your ears, you realise Marcus from work lives near here (He of course had written his address on the female staff bathroom wall at some point) and you go straight there.

Warnings: Stalking. Or basically, just being followed by a strange man in the evening when its getting dark. After that though its just a butt load of unadulterated Marcus fluff! ^^ Also unedited so far

Tags: @flowercrowns-goodvibes and @one-edgy-bitch

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I turn round another corner, the blood in my ears having started to pump louder and hotter then necessary the moment I noticed the man- before I realised he was following me, even. Now it aches, and my heart's beating like a steam train against my rib cage, and I feel like I might throw up. Its been 10 minutes, and no matter how many unnecessary turns I make, the figure wont disappear. I feel like I'm being hunted. I don't want to go back home and lead him to where I live, but I also feel sick to my stomach being out here.

Where he can grab me.

And I feel like I'm too scared to properly fight back, if he does. You always imagine, that you can just kick or punch an attacker if it happened to you but no one ever mentions how the fear sucks all the strength out of you and makes it impossible to even clench your fists. Makes you useless.

Helpless.

I take a deep breath, careful to not show it though. How am I going to get out of this? Exhaling, my breath stutters and I panic that he saw it. He knows I know. He knows I'm scared. Am I going to get out of this?

I don't dare think about what state I might be in if I do get out of this, attacked. That's not going to happen.

What do I do, though? What do I do? What do I do?

Chewing on my bottom lip, I think hard. I could pretend to be on a phone call, or actually call someone? But then whoever's following me might panic and speed up whatever plans they have, so I just grip my phone in my hand, hanging at my side. My earplugs are long forgotten around my neck so I can hear the footsteps, but I haven't put them away.

Where's the nearest shop? 20 minutes away.

What are the chances that any of these houses will be housing someone worse then the guy behind me? Right now, that chance seems higher then what, rationally, I know it must really be.

Another deep breath forces my chest to rise and my eyes to redden this time. God, I am not handling this well. I need to be cooler. I need to calm the fuck down.

But that thought just seems to make it worse, as tears of fear start to fill my eyes.

Help.

Suddenly, as I round another corner and catch sight of the dark, empty Daycare sitting there on the other side of the road- I all of a sudden realise where I am.

I mean, I knew where I was. Where I am. I know how to get home from here and how to get to the shops, but suddenly something else clicks in my head. A sanctuary representing unlikely hope.

Marcus lives around here. Marcus from work. I remember, because he wrote his damn address on the bathroom wall inside the womens' one time and it had registered in my head because, hey, that's in my neighbourhood!

In fact- its around this next corner. If I can only make it on these terrified jelly legs, then I can gladly brave the awkwardness of barging into a colleagues home to get some help. Taking another deep breath of the fresh, crisp, cheek-burning evening air as the world gets even darker around us - me, and him, - and then letting it go slowly, I gradually pick up my pace.

When I finally get around the corner, is when my heart really stops beating for a moment.

Because I see the house. Number 12, right there on the left. 4 houses down.

But also, because a perfectly average, run-of-the-mill, one-of-the-many kind of voice calls out, muffled through his scarf, for me.

Just a quick, "Hey!", so I ignore it even as my insides feel like they're all trying to rush out every available orifice of my body and my legs threaten to buck out from underneath me. Please, please keep going. Please, legs. I'm honestly begging you here. Keep me up, now. I need you right now. Please, please, please...

"Hey!" He calls again when I don't respond and pretend I didn't hear him, and speeds up behind me. Oh god, now my body wants to sprint but I force myself to keep my pace. "Girl!"

All heat, and probably all the colour too, has drained from my face. My fingers have lost feeling. All I know, all I can think now is I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die. I'm not going to die.

And that's not a totally... comforting, thought.

Then I reach the house I was aiming for and nearly trip over turning course down the driveway to race to the door, the porch light turning the bricks orange in the dark. I knock maybe a little too hard against the wooden door. But I wouldn't really know, my hands are numb.

I glance back at the man for the first time fully and watch him walk across the path by the house, as I hear shuffling beyond the door. He keeps glancing at me as he passes and every time he does, I think he's going to rush at me like a wild beast-

But then the door opens.

And he keeps walking.

"Y/N? Uhh, wow, this is a surprise." The familiar, albeit usually annoying voice causes my muscles to immediately soften and I dare to turn my back on the path, facing Marcus. Tall, broad shouldered, and most importantly yes, occasionally weird, but nevertheless harmless, Marcus. My own shoulders relax; I'm safe, I tell myself. Or try to. But my body is still in a confused state between freeze and flight. "What brings you to my pad?" He grins broadly, easily excitable. Like a Labrador.

"Um- c-can I please come in? I- there was a man, and- " I cant even force out the words. They feel fresh, and fake, even though I can still feel the fear rushing through my veins instead of blood. Am I shaking? God, I'm shaking.

"Y-yeah, come on in." Through whatever is usually going on in his head that I have yet to delve into, even after working with him for over a year, he seems to notice how truly shaken up I am and steps to the side so I can walk in. He closes the door behind me and I wipe my face, feeling safer. "Uh, do you want something? I got, uh... well, my mom's outta town so I mostly have, like... beer. But I think we have tea, too?"

"Um... that's okay... " I don't want to embarrass myself any more by dropping the tea cup because my fingers were shaking too badly. That would be exactly what I need to top off the night to make it freaken perfect. "Thank you... "

"Living room's this way." He nods, guiding me around a corner into a room that looks just like you would imagine an old ladies livingroom to look like. Floral couch, 2 armchairs with the skirts around the bottom, carpet, and some porcelain cats here and there. Marcus, in his white t-shirt and boxers, looks odd and informal in the middle of it all, but comfortable. He turns around and gestures towards the couch for me to take it, "Sit down, uh, relax. I'm just gonna put on some pants. Be right back!"

I nod, sitting down and feeling myself relax immediately as he rushes outta the room and hear him loudly bang bang bang all the way up the stairs. The sound even makes me release a nervous, lighthearted laugh. Ohhhh, lord...

Wiping my face and then brushing my hair back, I take a deep breath and look around the room some more. There's a couple beer cans around the place, as if Marcus has had a party though I know its more likely that this is just a visual guide to to where, in this room, he's been hanging out all week. At the coffee table a couple of times, at the mantle once, and on the floor.

There's also a PlayStation hooked up to the TV here, looking totally out of place in the old lady style room. The remote is attached to the charger, on the creamy carpet in front of the entertainment centre along with a bag of chips- he must have been playing before I turned up.

When Marcus comes flying back down the stairs, eager as ever for company though he is, I feel guilty as hell for interrupting his evening. He plops down heavily on the other side of the couch, giving me plenty of space but wanting to be close by, and I turn with a remorseful sort of look on my face. "I'm so sorry for barging in- "

"Hey, I don't mind." He gives a, excited shrug. "Happy for the company! You wanna play Smash Bros?"

... The fact that this man used to be in prison, baffles me. He's like a puppy dog, and honestly? The grin on his face is kinda infectious. So, when I should have said no thank you and called a cab to get home, I instead gave a gentle smile and said, "... Sure."

"Hm, thats another win for me... " I tease carefully, setting the remote back onto my lap, turning my head to Marcus who's got his jaw on the floor and his eyes glued to the TV screen. "What, surprised?"

"How'd you get so good??!"

Giggling, I shake my head and shrug. "I like this game."

"Yeah, I see that." He insists, but there's nothing mean or upset about it- just in awe. And it makes you feel warm inside. After digging into the bag of chips at his side and collecting himself a huge handful, he offers you the bag. "Chip?"

"Oh, I love (Chip flavour). Yes please!" I dig in and get a smaller handful, but still a handful, and put them in my other open hand while Marcus just plays that dangerous game of pulling various chips out of his grip and hopes they don't all fall out on the couch like edible Jenga.

Through a mouthful, which makes me chuckle and shake my head, he gives a nod. "No problem,"

Who knew I'd like hanging out with Marcus so much?? I'm having a great time. He doesn't put pressure on me at all, and it turns out the two of us share a lot in common, surprisingly. I should have taken him up on his offer to get drinks a long time ago. So, when he asks if I'd like him to drive me home or if I wanna stay over... cuz like, the guy might still be around or whatever... I feel butterflies (The good kind) flutter around in my chest, and nod. I mean, I certainly don't feel like going out there again tonight, whether its in a car or otherwise.

"Okay! Awesome, uh- C'mon, lets getcha a pillow." Marcus exclaims, excited again, before patting my arm and getting up. Pushing off the couch, I follow him deeper into the house , up the stairs and into what must be his room... the walls are painted blue, the bed - covered in cars bed sheets, - isn't made, its a huge mess and his work coveralls are strewn over a motorcycle style desk chair. Just, basically, exactly how you might imagine Marcus' bedroom to look like- humorously so. I find it kind of cute.

While he's rifling around the place looking for a clean pillow and a blanket, I peak around some more. Until something makes me gasp. "Is that your mug shot???"

"Uh yeah, my mom's got another copy on the fridge." Marcus replies, not turning around as I pick up the framed photo and grin at it. He looks so unimpressed, or like he's trying to look unimpressed but is really shitting himself, but still... somehow good? Handsome?

How??????????????

Also, the fact that Mrs White stuck it up on the fridge, too? Priceless.

After setting the frame back down where you found it, Marcus turns around with a pillow and a blanket, handing you the pillow - which smells very strongly of some kind of body spray, the kind that guys think will get them laid, - before I realise how close we've ended. He seems to notice too, the tips of our feet mere inches from eachother, and he grins as I feel my heart pound heavily against my chest for the second time tonight, and the pillow I'm hugging. This time, though, I don't mind the feeling.

He's still handsome, I think, peaking up at him over the pillow. Maybe even more so, in person.

And my inhibitions are low, due to him also being my knight in shining armour, tonight.

That only means-

"Uhhh... So can I sleep on the couch?" That means I have to be a strong adult and force myself to make some good decisions tonight. Starting with deescalating this situation and stepping back.

"Yeah, or you could... you know... sleep in my bed? With- with me??" Marcus suggests, in a sort of odd mixture of nervous and confident. Kinda dumb. But its cute and hard to resist.

"Uhh... "

"We don't have to do anything," He's quick to add, assuring you with a smirk, before chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck. Fuck!! When guys do that its just... game over. I can actually feel all sense leaving my body- "I mean, I want to. But I just thought... this was going kinda well, and uh... honestly I like you. A lot. So I was thinking... maybe... "

"I mean... sure."

"What?" He looks shocked, and so am I but I just give a smile. I have had a bad night, and cuddling with Marcus can only make it better.

"Yeah, why not?" Stepping back to him, I peer up at him. "I kinda like you too, so... "

That caused a big grin to slip across his face. "Fuck yeah!"

10 minutes later I've changed into a clean shirt of Marcus' that has Jason Voorhees' on it - partly because I'm sure neither of us will be tempted to break the mans 'premarital sex' ban with him between us, - and slip under the covers, laying down and beginning to get comfortable before Marcus goes and just scoops me right up against him.

I relax immediately, taking a deep breath and wrapping my arms back around him, and burying my face in his t-shirt. He's changed into pyjama pants, now, along with his plain white shirt, and he's so cute I'm tempted to wrap one of my legs over him.

... So I do, hooking a leg over his hip and sighing, eyes closed and feeling him give a sigh of his own at me wrapping myself around him like a damn monkey. He even hitches my leg more securely over him so we're chest-to-chest, and his chin rests on my head. I'm so warm, and snuggly, and-

-there is no doubt in my mind that I'm going to be flustered as hell when I wake up in the morning. I mean, this is impulsive, and kinda dumb, definitely but it also feels really good. So, for tonight, I'll be impulsive, and kinda dumb.

#Superstore #Superstore x Reader #Marcus White x Reader Oneshot #Marcus White x Reader #Marcus White #Superstore Marcus

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andromerot · 1 year

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hello dear friends and followers. i have decided to start this year by initiating the seventh (is it the sixth? i choose to believe seventh) relisten of the mabel podcast and to share it with you all in this blog. i will go very slowly as to not become completely insane in the head, maybe even one episode a day, and i will gladly share every single moment that makes me run into a pit of lava. if you would like to avoid spoilers or you think im annoying, you can block my detailed tag. this will be beautiful for me and puzzling for many.

mabel, episode one: the letters. in which nothing becomes clear

anna limon normalest girl in the woarld ^-^

we never did find out who anna got mabels number from huh. does anyone have theories?

BABYGIRL sorry. i love her

the music in season one goes SO hard

"i hope you haven't gotten my last two messages um or i mean or i hope theres a good reason you haven't gotten my last two messages like maybe um youre in a tour of europe or something not like i hope you're dead in a ditch somewhere...yeah uh thats really weird im sorry" WOMAN WITH PROBLEMS NUMBER ONE

anna starts fictionalizing mabel in like minute six. shes so. i wont her

just water and echoes and silence ....

the scripts and audio are so different in the first couple seasons it can get a bit annoying and it doesnt really function as a transcript but i also like getting two versions of the same deal a lot

the liminality of her life. its not even about the job though. shes always lived like this, in between worlds, always a stranger. her life was never something that belonged to her, really.

THE BRAIN-ATTIC...where mabel lived, still buzzing !!! "its like being inside something alive, like being inside a heart"

im a little bit obsessed with the box saying 1986 on it...this show rejects all linear and conventional time, its so rare to get a real world date. why is this one here? we don't even know for sure mabel WAS born in 1986. but if she was, what does it mean for it to be written in the box of letters ??? AND were there just two boxes, did sally make a mistake, or did something inside her want anna to see the letters!!!

SALLY SCREAMING LIKE SOMETHING INHUMAN LIKE A FOX UGH ill have more to say about this on ep7 when mabel brings it up but just know it makes me sick in the head

"she stopped screaming, eventually. eventually she let me touch her again. she looked up at me and said, I’M GOING INTO THE GROUND FOR YOU...

...and then she said it again, and again and again, IM GOING INTO THE GROUND FOR YOU, like that, like it meant something else, something... important."

"AND THEN IT WAS JUST ME AND THE BOX. WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE DONE? I WENT STRAIGHT FOR IT. THERE IS NO VERSION OF THIS STORY IN WHICH I DON'T GO STRAIGHT FOR IT" MY GOD.....!!! it tells you everything from episode one

the red lipstick kiss + the reallyred lips next episode im a bloodymouth luna truther. thats not lipstick thats her soups

the voice of mabel martin is BEEP you will always be famous

man imagine being little sixteen year old andy in september of 2020 turning on an episode for a new podcast thats been on her list for like a year just trying it out while doing the dishes or something. and then having it change your life forever. god. this is all so special to me. ok see you tomorrow for the second instalment of this epic saga. will become more and more incoherent as we go along

#andys seventh mabel relisten: a beautiful liveblogged adventure #insanegirl posting begins be ready for fifty days of this #if anyone wants to listen along. more than welcome

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raleighcarreras · 2 years

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if i die young

Part 3: sink me in the river at dawn

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x black!fem!reader

Wrd Cnt: 2.5k+

Ratings: Mature (violence)

Warnings: canon typical violence, kidnapping, reader kills somebody, nat kills some bitches too

Chapter(s): Part 1, Part 2 , Part 4

Notes: debating on whether i should do a tag list or not. I probably wont idk. Song is Heaven and Back by Chase Atlantic. Not my gif. 18+ only blah blah. Once this is finished I have a wanda x black!reader fic in the works! Like it's already partially written and everything.

She was always dealing with the devil

You did your best in trying not to get yourself hurt, like Natasha said.

You really did.

But goons had come to your apartment in the middle of the night and gotten the jump on you and- God how did they even find you.

When things of this nature happened, you had hoped to rip off your clothing to reveal your suit in glorious fashion. A show of what you were dubbing "Suit Ex-Machina". But it wasn't ready yet. You had barely gotten your materials to Kamilah after your brief jail stint.

You'd have to settle for bouncing around in the back of a van with only your plaid pajamas pants and plain t-shirt. How cliche.

This was your penance for letting your gaurd down. Your tingle hadn't been powerful enough to wake you up out of your sleep before your limbs were restrained and your face was covered with a complimentary rag.

You're slightly embarrassed at how quickly they managed to overwhelm you.

But, that was 25 minutes and 42 seconds ago. You'd been counting. There wasn't much else to do other than imagine scenarios in which you got free on your own stroke of genius or Natasha came zooming in on a stolen motorcycle followed by a fiery explosion.

You're not unpacking why you want that second thing so badly.

It didn't matter in the long run. As much as you liked to tease her about it (read: liked the idea of it yourself), you had no reason to believe she actually was spying on your every move 24/7. You were at most a minor inconvenience for her. Not her entire job.

So, it would be up to you. Unfortunately, you were all geniused out.

You tugged on the cuffs for what had to be the seventh time in the last five minutes. They don't spontaneously combust, just like they didn't when you tried that the first six times.

So, they're not regular handcuffs. Great.

If you were all geniused out, maybe you could get out of this situation by being stupid. Ideas so crazy they just might work.

You can feel the van beginning to roll to a stop and now is the time to implement you're plan. Especially considering you don't have a better one.

The van lightens as the goons step out of the front. You're losing precious time.

So, with a deep breath. You do something incredibly stupid. You dislocate your thumb. Pulling your hand out of the cuff with a pained grunt. Thank fuck you heal quickly.

You bring the other arm around to your front. In hopes of frying the tech. You only stop breifly at the Stark Industries emblazoned on the side.

All those great minds at your place of work and no one thought to watch out for someone breaking their hand to get out of handcuffs.

Without the cuff around your wrist your able to use your powers to fry the tech and the metal clatters to the ground.

Just in time for the back of the van to open.

"Look Mom, no hands." You waggled your fingers (minus 1 sad thumb) in a display of particularly annoying jazz hands.

The goon stopped in his tracks with a frown so deep you hoped he would break his face in half for you, "How'd you get out of those?"

You shrugged conversationally, and scooted toward the edge of the van. The goon did little to hide his flinch.

"The same way I imagine you get out of yours everytime New York's "Finest" picks you up."

He sneered, then lunged at you. Your reflexes move you out of the way deftly, bringing you behind him.

"Behind you, My Liege."

He turned with a growl that resembled that of a pained and angry lion.

"While you're trying to intimidate me, do you mind telling me what this is about? I'm at a loss."

The goon raised the sleeves of his leather jacket without another word. You looked down at the tattoo covering his forearm.

A club.

"Ohhhh! This is about what I did to your Club Club member! That makes a lot of sense, actually. Would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?"

He only stared at you.

"Not a talker I see. That's aight. I'll do enough for the both of us as I'm sure you've gathered."

The buzzing at the back of your skull alerted you to more goons coming to assist their brother in arms.

The attempted punch thrown at the back of your head was a cheap shot if you ever seen one. You jumped straight up into the air and onto the top of the van.

The punch landed directly onto the OG's (Original Goon's) temple. Knocking him out cold.

"Damn. That one would have hurt, huh?" You said from crouched position you had landed in. You're sure it doesn't look nearly as intimidating as it could, seeing as you're in your pajamas. But hey, at least you hadn't gotten punched.

The top of the van gave you a much better vantage point. You took a brief look around you. You were surrounded.

You sighed deeply, "Fuck me."

"Does anyone ever listen to me when I speak?" Natasha mumbled angrily as she rummaged around your apartment looking for any clues as to where you might have been dragged off to.

"I know I sure don't." Yelena said from her spot on your couch. She continued to spoon your Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey ice cream into her mouth.

"Yeah, that bullet wound you're nursing made that pretty clear. Get off your ass and help." Natasha stopped ransacking the place breifly. She was missing something. She knew it. And that wasn't like her. She was a world class spy. She didn't miss things. She was never this frantic and disagreeable. Well, actually, she was always this disagreeable.

"I'll help when you tell me why this random girl matters so much." Yelena started to flit around the couch in search of the television remote.

"It's none of your business."

"And that's perfectly fine. As long as you're good doing whatever it is you're doing while I take a much needed nap."

Natasha pressed the palms of her hands into her eyes. This was a stupid line of questioning in her opinion. She never questioned Yelena about her motivations whenever she was dragged out on a unsanctioned mission. Why can't she be rewarded the same courtesy?

She really needed to calm down. How much trouble could you have really gotten yourself into within the last 24 hours anyway? It's not like you were completely helpless. You had your powers. Natasha was holding your webshooters in her hands, but you had other things to keep you safe. You had to.

"This is my fault."

That caused Yelena to sit up, "How could this possibly be your fault?"

"I got her into this mess. She was trying to prove a point to me. I-She shouldn't have felt the need to-" Natasha stopped talking abruptly. Her hand reached for the 9mm on her hip almost subconsciously, "-Someone's at the door."

Yelena grabbed at her own gun and pointed toward the door. They both tensed as the doorknob turned.

The woman walked in with a grumble and a piece of clothing in her hand. She closed the door and locked it. Then she turned around and saw two guns pointed at her.

Yelena holstered her gun and quickly pulled the woman deeper into the apartment. She covered her mouth before she could scream, "Who are you and what is your business here?"

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY BEST FRIEND'S APARTMENT?!"

Natasha holstered her gun with a eye roll and gestured for Yelena to let the woman go, "You must be Kamilah. Y/N is missing."

"How do you know my-nevermind that. What do you mean she's missing?" As if she didn't believe Natasha, Kamilah stumbled over to peer into the bedroom and the rest of the apartment.

"What did you do with her!?"

"What did I do with her? If I did something I would have killed you before you could have locked the door. "

Kamilah paused and looked at the red head deeply, " You're that one Avenger, aren't you? Y/N rants about you a lot."

Yelena raised a mischievous eyebrow at that information.

"...Yeah. You wouldn't happen to have a way of tracking her would you?"

Kamilah scoffed, "Well, considering her phone is right there and she sure as hell isn't next to it? No."

Natasha had the urge to bang her head into a wall, but she refrained. She was positive this was all her fault. If she had been quicker in her research of Club Club (fuck, now you've got her saying it) this wouldn't have happened.

"Okay, if I was an angry Russian where would I go?"

Yelena scoffed, "You are an angry Russian. What do you mean 'if'?"

Kamilah chuckled lightly despite the situation.

Natasha didn't find that nearly as amusing, "I'm going to see if there's a laptop somewhere around here and hack into the CCTV."

Kamilah pointed her in the direction of your office with an impatient huff, "How long is that going to take?"

"Done." Natasha said exactly 2 minutes and 37 seconds later.

"How the fuck..."

"Yelena, come on." Natasha said she gathered her items and anything she thought you might want.

Yelena, now happy to know the reasoning behind Natasha's panic was because she had a big ole fat crush, followed her sister toward the door dutifully.

Kamilah started to follow them, Yelena turned around with a bemused look, "What are you doing?"

Kamilah blanched, "My bestie is in trouble. I'm coming too."

Yelena raised a blonde eyebrow, "You know how to shoot a gun?"

"No."

"Then stay your cute butt here."

Kamilah did well to hide her blush, "Fine. At least take this with you. It's her suit. I finished it this morning."

Natasha grabbed the garment without anymore preamble and headed out the door.

Yelena placed a comforting hand on Kamilah's shoulder, "We'll bring her back. As you can see my dear big sister is pretty determined."

Kamilah only nodded her thanks as Yelena slipped out the door in search of her sister.

You always thought it was stupid how groups of bad guys only went after the hero one at a time in movies. Maybe if they just jumped the dude he wouldn't always win.

But apparently, this is the only method of group fighting they teach in bad guy school. You were slowly picking off the idiots in front of you, while the rest waited their turn in the metaphorical line.

Though, maybe the method did have some validity to it as you slowly start to feel yourself become more and fatigued. Sure, that Captain America guy could do this all day or whatever, but you couldn't. If only because you would need a bit more practice to build up your stamina.

Your punches are losing their...well they're losing their punch.

"Is that all you got, ..Bitch?" You rolled your eyes at his struggle to find words. Most of his teeth were missing and his mouth was overflowing with blood.

"Next time, just go with the slur. 'Bitch' doesn't have nearly the same sting to it." Before he could say anything you grabbed his head and shocked him all the strength you could muster. Which apparently was much more than you had anticipated. He dropped to ground with such a bodily thud that you couldn't fathom him still being alive.

But at the same time, you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

"Next in line, please."

The guy next in line lined up to take a swing at you. But before it connected he dropped to the ground. A bullet wound sprouting from his forehead.

You flinched as the blood splatter landed on your face. You turned around slowly. You thought you'd be excited to have her come to your rescue, but in actuality you were just annoyed.

"I could've handled that myself!" You said to the red head as her motorcycle skidded into a few goons. Knocking them over like bowling pins.

"A few pins left, Sister. Maybe go for the spare?" Yelena's voiced echoed from somewhere above you and you glared even harder at The Black Widow.

"You sure about that? You look like you're about to fall over. And you're sweating like a demon in church." Natasha said with that cocky smirk that drove you crazy in more ways than one. She tossed you your webshooters before throwing a small knife at a guy's throat who had trying to grab you from behind. You hadn't even realized he was there but Natasha didn't need to know that.

"Two things can be true at once. I'm a walking circuit board, I get overheated and sweat. But I can take care of myself." You mumbled, but you had no doubt that Natasha, and hell maybe even Yelena, heard you.

"Just let me help you, Y/N." Natasha said with such a soft voice that you knew not to fall for it.

"By all means." You gestured at the heavily dwindled crowd in front of you.

Natasha looked like she wanted to say more but she nodded anyway. You placed your webshooters on your wrists and instantly felt loads more refreshed.

It didn't take you long to figure out that if you overheated like a laptop, you could probably be charged like one too. So, you very easily figured out how to get your shooters to charge you with residual electrical energy. Maybe, you could get your suit to do that too eventually.

You swung up higher in the alley, partially to get a better angle, mainly to get away from Natasha.

The rest of the goons were wiped out within minutes with your electric webs, Natasha's various knives and handguns, and Yelena's sniper skills (you still couldn't figure out where she was).

Once the coast was clear you hopped down on the ground, "Thanks." You said absentmindedly. You finally had the time to relocate your thumb.

"Least I could do...I-um-what happened?"

"Got me in my sleep. Drove me here. Never said what they wanted. No need to pretend like you care, Natasha. I said thanks already. If I need to sign any community service documents, just let me know. You know where I live."

Yelena dropped down from her hiding spot. She whistled loudly in an attempt to show she wasn't listening to the conversation.

"Y/N. Wait. You're not a charity case..."

"Maybe not but you do feel obligated to help for some reason or another, don't you?"

Natasha didn't know how to respond to that.

"Exactly. I'll see you again I'm sure." You started to walk off.

Yelena bumped her shoulder into Natasha to get her to speak again, "Wait. At least let me give you a ride home. It's like a 35 mile walk...or swing and I just saw you put your thumb back into its fucking socket. Plus, your shooters weren't on that wierd charging pad in your room so they'll probably give out any minute."

You sighed. You really didn't think you could take a fall out of the air. And your thumb was killing you, "Fine. But I'm riding with Blondie."

Yelena laughed hysterically at the look on Natasha's face, "I like this one. Too bad it doesn't seem like you're going to be able to keep her around." Yelena murmured that last part into Natasha's ear.

Yelena gestured to her Harley with a flourish, "Your chariot awaits, Madam." You only rolled your eyes. Natasha glared at Yelena.

"Why'd insist on coming into my apartment with me, Natasha?"

"To make sure no one was waiting with a bullet with your name engraved into it. And to give you this." Natasha handed you the finished suit.

"Thanks. You can go now. There's no monsters under my bed." You took off your webshooters, placing them on their charging pad. You'd have to whip up some more webs at work sooner rather than later.

"God, can you just listen to me?!" Natasha said exasperatedly.

You turned around witha fury in your eyes Natasha hadn't seen before. If she were crazy, she'd say that there was even a crackle of lightning in the corner of your eyes.

"Listen to what, Natasha?! Listen to you lecture me on how I need to be more careful like I'm a teenager who just got into a fender bender? News flash, Romanoff, I'm not your charge."

Natasha scowled at you from her place across the room, "I know that! And if you would get off your high horse for and just listen to me explain then you would know that too! But no, you just love to hear yourself talk. Shut up and listen for once, Y/N!"

You crossed the room and poked her in the chest repeatedly, "You keep telling me to listen but you're not saying anything. You're just trying to justify your obsession with treating me like I'm an inconvenience. You don't have to come to my rescue. You can just stay away!"

"Stop poking me, Y/N." Natasha said with an almost eerie sense of calm. And any other time you probably would have heeded what was definitely a warning, but right now you were on a roll.

You poked her again, "Stop telling me what to-"

You don't really know how it happened. It happened too fast for even you to keep track of. One minute you were pushing Natasha's buttons like she had been doing to you. The next minute, she's holding the offensive finger, and you're backed against the nearest wall with her lips on yours.

"I said stop poking me."

You could only nod your acknowledgement as her lips were attacking yours again as soon as she said it.

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