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Stay Away From Him

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Prompt: Miguel is jealous of your closeness with Hobie and tells you to stay from him.

A/N: Well I have had too much free time at work and all I've been doing is writing. Kinda love it. Also, how did y'all like Across the Spider-Verse? I saw it four times in theaters, it's like a drug in my veins. Anywho I figured I wanted to do a fanfic in a world that I haven't done yet so here it is!

Part 2

“Hey, Y/N.”

“Hey, Peter!”

“Hey, Y/N”

“Oh hey, Peters.”

“Oi! Y/N!” Recognizing the accent, you look up in the air and see Hobie swinging his way over to you.

“Hobie! What are you doing here?!”

This was your second week working inside the Spider-Verse headquarters. You were the only person there who wasn’t some version of Spiderman. One day, Miguel O’Hara was in your universe for a job, bing bang boom, next thing you knew, he offered you a job. Your job here at headquarters was to act as his assistant of sorts. Help him with errands, help him on missions, and fetch him lunch because the poor man will work until he starves. That was exactly what you are doing now. You had finished locating the latest anomaly and went down to the cafeteria to grab him some empanadas.

Working at headquarters was like a living dream. So far, everyone seems to like you and you’ve already made friends. Hobie and Gwen welcomed you with open arms and the three of you became inseparable. During your time working with Miguel, you may have developed a little crush on your boss. You never told anyone about how your heart starts beating faster or how your breath gets shaky when he stands a little too close. Though, you never had to say because everyone could see it. And everyone warned you away from the infamous Miguel O’Hara.

“He’s not for you. He’s obsessed with his work and barely knows what having fun or being nice is. I doubt he even knows there’s a life outside of this place.” Gwen said one day during lunch.

“Who’s not for me? What are you talking about? I’m just here to work.” You shovel food into your mouth in an attempt to hide your face.

“Mmhmm, sure. You can deny it all you want but if you keep staring at him all weird like that, even he’s going to start to notice. Just trust me, you should just try to stay away from him. Which I guess isn’t possible since he’s your boss but you know what I mean.”

“Though it does raise the question as to why he recruited her, don’t it?” Hobie chimes in.

Hobie jumps on your back and it pulls you back to the present.

“I’m here for it! Whatchu think? I would willingly come here? Nah.”

“Actually! We just finished a mission so we just came to check in with Miguel.” Gwen swings down and lands right next to you. The three of you continue walking side by side down the hall to Miguel. Hobie throws his arm casually around your shoulder, keeping you close to his side.

You walk into the main room and see that Miguel is standing on his platform up in the air. There are a few people milling around the room, minding their business. People tend to hover around Miguel in case any missions come up or if he needs help.

“Miguel! I got you some empanadas!” You yell up at him.

He turns and barely glances over his shoulder at the three of you. He grunts and rolls his eyes in annoyance but his platform starts its slow descent. Gwen runs over to Jessica and they start talking. Hobie walks with you over to your little desk that sits on the ground floor …. like a regular person.

“So we still on for tonight?” Hobie asks.

“What’s tonight?” You turn and ask Hobie. You lean your butt against the desk to look up at him. He gets in close, places his hands against the desk on both sides of you, and cages you in with his arms.

“Whatchu mean what’s tonight? Did you forget already? Thought you and Gwen were staying in my place tonight!” Hobie teases you.

“Oh, Hobie! I forgot about that, I can’t come over.” Gwen yells over before she turns back to her conversation.

“Guess it’s just us then.” He mumbles and gives you a wink.

Before you could respond, Miguel’s voice booms through the large chamber.

“Y/N isn’t going anywhere tonight.” Looking over, you see that Miguel has lowered his platform as far as it could go and he is staring directly at the two of you with a deadly look on his face. All the conversations in the room died down and you could tell that everyone's eyes were looking between you and Miguel. Everyone treads carefully around Miguel … everyone except Hobie.

“What? You keeping her hostage now?”

All of a sudden feeling nervous, unsure as to what put Miguel in a foul mood and not wanting to make it worse, you try to straighten up and stand in attention but Hobie isn’t moving.

“We’ve got work to do here, Hobie. Unlike you, some of us have things we have to do.” Miguel crosses his arms and stares down at Hobie.

“What work? We caught all the known anomalies already. Plus I was going to work on my bike, give it some more bells and whistles.” Jessica pipes up.

“There’s more work to do than just waiting around for things to happen.”

“Then what do I gotta do, hmm?” Jessica sasses back to him.

“Nothing. I, uh, just want to do some surveillance. Never know ”

“And what Y/N got to do with it, then?” Hobie asks, giving Miguel a weird look.

“Y/N is my assistant. Y/N must assist me. And get off of her Hobie.”

“Right, but it don’t sound like there is any real work to do. I don’t see why Y/N gotta sit here and suffer being around you. And, uh, I’m actually quite comfortable where I am.”

“No no, I don’t mind. It’s my job. I can stay” You rush to say as you start pushing at Hobie’s shoulders.

Hobie turned slowly to look at you without budging and you just stared up at him. “Move.” you mouth to Hobie with beseechment in your eyes. But all he does is smile at you and barely visibly shakes his head ‘No’. Eyes wide, you think to yourself, I’m not going to have a job after this. The room is still silent and no one speaks as the tension rises.

“Everyone out!” Miguel booms, “Looks like no one wants to work anyways. It’s not as if we’re trying to save the entire universe or anything.”

“Oh! Miguel, we wanted to check in about the-” Gwen is cut off when Miguel turns back around to his monitors and yells, “OUT!”

Everyone exchanges nervous looks around the room while they pick up their things. The whole time though, Hobie is looking down at you with a knowing smirk on his face. “What are you smiling about?” You hiss at him as you push him up so you can grab your bag and head out.

“Oh just something I think you should find out for yourself. And you might soon.”

“Ugh, I’m going to kill you.”

Hobie throws his arm around you and leads you out, “Yeah sure, but hey, looks like you can come over after all, aye?”

“Everyone except for Y/N!” You whirl around at the sudden sound but Miguel is still just looking at his monitors.

“Damn, looks like you’re going to find out real soon. See ya sweet cheeks.” Hobie gives you a wink and walks out with everyone else.

You stood in the doorway waiting for Miguel’s instructions but after a few beats, you realized that he wasn’t going to turn around and talk to you. Slowly walking back to your desk, you couldn’t help but notice how the tension in the room did not leave along with everyone else. It still lay thick and heavy in the air. Taking off your bag and placing it on your desk, you turn around to face Miguel. You open your mouth to say something to break the silence but he cuts you off.

“Come up here and help me look at this.”

Your eyes grew wide and you hurried over to the dais. Your heartbeat started quickening with excitement, you have never been invited onto the platform before. Miguel looks down his nose at you with a disgusted look on his face as you struggle to even get your leg on the platform.

“Sorry, don’t got webs like y’all. Give me a second.”

You finally heave yourself up and flop over on your back, gulping down deep breaths of air. “You know, I’m starting to think I’m out of shape.” Figuring that it was time to actually get to work, you jump up to your feet and face the monitors.

“Alrighty, so what am I looking at?” All of the monitors were showing different videos of different universes. Some other monitors had new articles and alerts of potential disturbances.

“Just, uh, keep an eye on some of the security cameras we have posted around. See if you catch any suspicious activity.”

“Were you expecting something to happen tonight? Did you get a tip?”

“No, just doing our due diligence to keep everything in line.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion and you gave Miguel a side-eye look. This is what he’s keeping me here to do? To watch some cameras?

The whole time he was talking to you and giving you instructions, he did not glance at you, just busily pressing buttons and typing something.

About 10 minutes went by in absolute silence with Miguel working and you … “working”. Getting bored and tired on your feet, you start leaning around the table and let out a sigh. Miguel looks at you over his shoulder but turns back to his work. Another 10 minutes go by before he asks, “So you and Hobie are friends?”

Surprised by the question and surprised he even spoke, you responded, “Yeah, I would like to think so. He’s nice, I like hanging out with him.”

“You two have gotten close?”

Getting confused by his line of questioning, you give him a weird look that he doesn’t see. “I mean, I don’t know about close. We hang out with Gwen too. It’s usually the three of us.”

A few silent beats fall between the two of you before he responds, “I didn’t know you were visiting different universes.”

“Hmm, I’m not really. Besides my own home universe, I’ve only just been to Hobie’s. I haven’t seen Gwen’s though not even she goes back there.”

Again he doesn’t reply immediately and the comfortable silence continues.

“I would advise you to stay away from Hobie. He could be a bad influence on you or something.” He mumbles so quietly that you almost didn’t catch it.

“I’m sorry?” You asked, turning your body full to look at him now.

“I said ‘you should stay’-”

“No, I know what you said. But I don’t understand why. What’s going on with you? Are you stressed about something? Do you not like Hobie? Because Hobie has been nothing but nice to me and he’s a friend. He keeps me safe even when I visit his universe.”

“And exactly how many times have you visited his universe, hmm? You two seem pretty comfortable flying across universes together.” It was his turn to turn and face you. Standing at his full height, the tops of your head barely came up to his collar bones.

“I-I- … I don’t know. A few times I guess? 4? Maybe 5 times? But-”

“5 times?! You met him not even two weeks ago and you’ve already been hanging around him that much?” You were trying to explain to ease whatever caused his temper to rise. However, with every response you give, it only seems to anger him more. With every response, he is taking a step closer to you and walking you backward.

“I guess? But he’s my friend! And I’ve always been safe if that’s the issue. He keeps me safe. I know I’m not a Spider-Man like you but-” Miguel ignores your argument and cuts you off again.

“Right right and he keeps you safe which I am sure he is more than happy to do seeing as how he’s always getting up in your space. And what exactly do you do in his universe? You run around town like some hooligans and go back to your home universe when it’s late enough to be considered morning?”

“Ah- No, we hang out at his place and have dinner and stuff, I don’t know! And when it gets late I just stay over at his place!”

“Stay over?! What? Like overnight? He’s got guest rooms now? He’s hosting house parties?” There’s sarcasm dripping in his words but your brain was running too fast to notice.

“N-No he doesn’t. He’s not. He just lets me use his bed when I’m too tired to go home and I’d just wake up the next morning to come here.”

All of a sudden, he takes one last step forward and you take one step back but your backside hits the table. He drops his hands on either side of you, exactly like how Hobie had you pinned against your desk earlier but this is different. This feels different. The tension is palpable. With Hobie, it was friendly and playful. With Miguel … it feels like you’re getting hunted and just got caught.

“He what?” Miguel’s voice isn’t loud and angry anymore. No. It’s low and deadly. His question comes out always like a whisper as he leads in so close that your noses are practically touching.

“I don’t understand what’s happening. Hobie is just my friend. Why does this feel like it’s a problem?” You whisper. Miguel doesn’t reply. He simply stares at you with such intensity in his eyes, you’re surprised you didn’t evaporate. Suddenly, he’s looking at your lips. Acting almost instinctively, your tongue shoots out to wet your lips and his eyes immediately shoot back up to yours. There’s the intensity in his eyes again, only this time, it’s different. Definitely not anger.

Suddenly, an alarm from Miguel’s monitor goes off and the sound is thunderous in the silent chamber.

After a few beats, Miguel drops his forehead on yours, closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath. The whole time, you never take your eyes off of him. Your heart is beating so fast and the blood is rushing in your ears. Very abruptly, he pushes off of the table and whirls around to the monitor. He turns off the alarm and starts typing away, completely ignoring you. Slowly pushing up from the table, you turn back to your own monitor and stare blankly at the empty alleyways and random buildings.

Where there was comfortable silence before, now, the silence is deafening.

“You should go home Y/N. I can finish this up on my own.”

Not sure of how to act or how to respond, you slowly climb down from the platform without saying a word and fetch your things.

“And I mean home, Y/N. To your home universe. To your own house. To your own bed.”

Looking back up the dais, Miguel is still facing his monitors, not even looking at you when he talks. Hitching your bag higher up on your shoulder, you respond, “Of course. Goodnight, Miguel. And … for what it’s worth … he always slept on the couch.”

And with that, you take off running down the hall and teleport back home.

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danytar · 2 months

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Hii sweetie your writings is amazing! I want to request young aegon X sister reader who were having sex from behind and they captured by their nephew... something like Jaime and Cersei in ep1 🥵!

love you XD

“Wrestling?” [Young!Aegon!Targaryen X Twin!Sister!Reader X Young!Jacaerys ] REQ#2

Warnings: Incest, cussing, vulgarity, expletives, sex,doggy style, aegon and the reader are having an affair, sexual intercourse, mention of oral sex.

a/n: Thank you for your sweet words! I really Love it hope you enjoy it as well <3,the pictures from the wonderful

The princess y/n and the price aegon were always together they drink together, they hang out together, they ride their dragons together they are always spotted together..

They grew up together as troublemaker twins they are always causing trouble and pranks. Aegon was older than his sister in ten minutes but he always calls her 'little sister' because she was smaller and softer than him.

Aegon was very jealous and possessive towards his sister he didn't like how their nephews were close to her even if they don't have a romantic feelings towards their aunt.

Anyway, it all started at the age of thirteen with a drunken kiss but over time, their feelings for each other developed a year has passed since their suspicious relationship, and the two were able to successfully to hide it. They of course shared many nights together y/n couldn't bleed yet, so the two took advantage of the opportunity and started doing it like rabbits.

aegon and the princess were sneaking into brothels together to learn how to please each other they spent many nights exploring each other's bodies.

This did not change the fact that they were risking their reputation and position without realizing the consequences of thier act.

“Ah- fuck.. yes.. this is my princess” aegon groaned as he squeezed the soft flesh of her ass and continued his thrusts the prince was partially naked he was just in his green shirt.

While the princess was still in her dress, only the skirt was partially pulled up to expose her buttocks and thighs. she was kneeling on all fours and her ass was directed towards her brother's cock.

Aegon was behind her putting his cock into her vagina. She moaned with every thrust he made the air around them was filled with excitement.

“A- a- aeg- f- fas-ster ”The words came out of her mouth with great difficulty the pleasure was coursing through her veins. it was very good feeling Aegon's sexual skills are developing more and more.

“Feeling good sweet sister?”. he chuckled and pinched her ass. She closed her eyes and groaned “Aah- y-yes i did.. yes”.

Aegon chuckles, as he continues to move his fingers in her back now. His breathing seemed to become slightly quicker now, as he smiled down at her with lust and desire in his eyes.

His fingers were moving faster, and lower now.

she could feel his fingers moving to her hips, right where her rear end would be. His fingers kept moving lower on her lower back, and he was almost right where he wanted them to be.. and he was enjoying every minute of this dominance over her.

He was almost right where he wanted to touch and grab her, as his one finger started to touch the bottom part of her ass. she could feel him rubbing his finger there, as he was testing her to see his dominance over her. He was slowly turning her into his submissive, and he had her right where he wants her to be.

“F- fuck you take me so good”. He groaned hard.

“My l-l-love p-please be q-quick”.

“No one will see us my sweetest love don't worry.. ” he muttered.

“Aeg-” she moaned.

Aegon holds her by the waist, pulling her closer to him. He moves her slowly up, so she's now sitting on his thighs. He grins as he holds her, as she's on his thighs now.

Aegon grins as he holds her in his lap by her waist. His hands are on her legs now, as he smiles with his teasing tone and the lustful look in his eyes.

His breath touched her neck, as he gently nibbled and licked her ear now. His grip on her had never been so tight before now, as his breathing was quicker and heavier now.

His hands grabbed the side of her head to hold her in place “Be ready for me, my love, you're going to use that pretty mouth of yours on me”.

Aegon’s grin grew even wider as she moaned. He was enjoying the fact that she was already begging for more, and he was enjoying every single moment of this.

Her head arched against his chest, her eyes closed, her hands guiding his to her breasts his mouth was caressing her neck and his hands were wondering and rubbing her breasts and his cock still inside her. her mouth was open, her moans getting louder and louder, all this pleasure accumulating at the same time.

She froze as she opened her eyes to see her nephew Jacaerys watching them in shock. She immediately alerted her brother “A- aeg.. aegon! stop! stop.”. she replied While he was still kissing her neck.

aegon paused for a moment and opened his eyes to see Jace.

"He saw us! ” she replied in softly low tone. Aegon immediately got up and took his dick out of her. Then he approached to be in front of him.Jace tried to get out quickly when he saw his uncle approaching..“Not so fast”. aegon replied and grabbed Jace by his clothes and held him in place.

“HE SAW US!”. she spoke again in a slightly higher tone.

“I heard the first time”. aegon replied. Jace tries his best to get free, as she can hear him panicking and struggling. Aegon grabs him tightly, and holds him in place.

Jace was scared and horrified. Not only because he saw his uncle and his aunt in that position, but because of Aegon’s grip on him. He was struggling and resisting, as he desperately wanted to escape away from his uncle. Aegon continues his grip, as he whispers once more.

“Don’t move… just keep your damn mouth shut, and say nothing…” He whispers loudly towards Jace.

Aegon keeps a tight grip, but he doesn’t want his nephew to be harmed or hurt. Instead, he just wants Jace to stay silent.

“W- what you two were doing?”The boy stuttered...surely he saw something a child his age should not see.

Aegon tightens his grip on Jace slightly, as he tries to remain calm and speak in a calm tone. He doesn’t want Jace to see just how furious he really is, as he whispers again.

“Just shut your damn mouth… and don’t tell anyone what you saw… do you understand?”

The boy nodded he is still terrified. “Good.” Aegon replies, as he slowly lets Jace go. He now stares at Jace, looking him in the eyes as he was breathing a bit heavier than normal now.

when the boy was gone now he turns to face her, as she was now nervous as well. He sighs as he speaks, his words coming out a bit differently this time. He was still breathing heavily, as she could tell the situation really had him furious.

Y/n looks at him “He will tell them.. he will tell our father”.

He sighs once more as he looks at her, as he knows she's right… Jace had seen and heard the both of them. And now, he was going to go around spilling all the information about what had happened…

“Clam down! ” he replied.

“ he saw us how you want me to calm down?”

“So? let him know I don't care! let the whole world know that my sister's pussy belongs to me”

She slaps him for his rude words. Aegon chuckles at her act he grabs her arms and brings her close to his chest he puts his mouth near her ear and whispers:

“So? Are you afraid that our father will strip our titles or deprive our inheritance?”.

“I did not mean that-

“He won't do it, our mother won't let him, He cannot punish us because we love each other, what a crime this is?It's a crime that I love you? ”.

“Aegon-

“I will not allow them to separate us from each other, Is it permissible for his daughter to go out and have fun and brag about her illegitimate children, and is it forbidden for us to love each other?”.

“You belong to me, I will do anything to keep you by my side I won't let them.. I won't.. ”. He whispers and kisses below her ear.

“I will go insane if they take me away from you”. she whisper.

“So do I”. he replied and nibbled her earlobe.

She closed her eyes for a moment and calmed down a little.. “I love you Aegon”.

“I love you too”.

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patscorner · 2 months

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FAMILY DINNER PART2

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, physical altercation, mentions of blood, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, mentions of ed, lmk if I missed something

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The rest of the dinner was just as awkward as you'd thought it'd be. You can't really come back from your father implying you and your boyfriend just fucked in the bathroom of your childhood home, at the first family 'reunion' in 2 years.

So there you sat, eating your food in silence, waiting -no- begging, that someone cut the tension.

And finally someone does. And as they say, careful what you wish for.

"How many plates have you had, dear?" Your mom asked, looking up from her plate. You look back at her, before glancing at your plate and back to at her again.

"This is my second." You say, mouth full of food. You were thankful that people took your mother's talking as an invitation to also continue their conversations.

"Maybe we should slow down, you know? Save room for dessert, which you clearly don't need." She smiles, as if what she said was the best piece of advice she'd ever given anyone.

Her comments always bothered you, no matter how much you were told to ignore them. But when it came to your weight, it hurt the most. The comments were the worst in high school, as you were a little heavier than the average petite high schooler. But it was never as serious as your mom made it. So when you were a sophomore in high school, you developed an eating disorder, where you couldn't eat even if you tried, where you spent hours crying in front of the mirror, wishing you were skinnier to fit your mother's impossible expectations.

You fought that battle for years, 3 years to be exact. Your mom couldn't help because she saw nothing wrong with what you were doing. She would say, 'It's worth it.' And when you're young, you tend to believe everything your parents say because they'd 'never hurt you.' So after you moved out, Chris helped you get help, and you won your long and cruel battle. Obviously, you still have your days and your moments, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be. Not with your new family. People who actually cared.

"S'cuse me?" You say, your voice laced with agitation.

"Well, honey, you don't want to get fat again, do you?" She said, shoveling broccoli into her mouth.

You had stopped chewing completely, making sure you heard her correctly. You looked over at Chris, who was looking at your mom with his jaw clenched. You look back at your mom and out your hand on Chris's thigh as to tell him to relax.

You felt him put his hand over yours and squeeze, a symbol of reassurance.

You sit back in your seat, looking at your plate in defeat. Guess you were done for the night. But your dad wasn't. In fact, your dad was drunk.

"Oh, honey, leave her alone. She's not nearly as huge as she used to be." He slurred, taking another sip from his beer.

"Okay, this isn't neces-" you start, only to be cut off by your parents. Shocker.

"What do you mean? I mean, look at her, David. She's just as big as she was in high school." You mom says gesturing to you.

Your heart dropped, anger and embarrassment filling your veins. "What the fuck, mom?!" You cry out. "Not only is that something you shouldn't say about people, especially your fucking kid, but I'm also right in front of you. At least have some decency to shit-talk me in private." You remove your hand from your boyfriends lap.

Your mom looks at you in shock, and your dad squints at you. "Woah, woah, relax dear. It's not only your fault. You can't help it." She said, reaching for your hand.

You pull your hand away, a look of disgust covering your face. "I don't want to hear that, mom, why's my weight always been a big fucking obsession of yours?" You snap. You feel Chris's hand on your thigh, which you push off quickly. Usually, when you're angry, the last thing you wanted was to be touched.

"It's not my fault. You were huge. I was trying to help you. Nobody wants a pig as their bride, y/n." She spits. Her words feel like daggers, stabbing into your heart.

"You weren't trying to help. You were doing this for yourself. You never cared about it. You only did it because it made you look good to have skinny, petite children. I'm not you or any of them." You gesture to you siblings. The conversations had stopped by now, all of them watching as you and your parents bickered. Embarrassing. "You're a selfish bitch, who never cared about anybody else but herself a-"

"Hey! You watch how you speak to your mother!" Your dad stands up, and instinctively, so did you and your siblings. James and Peter were the first up, while Julia walked over and made sure Maya wasn't in the room.

Nick, Matt, and Chris all stood up too, but they weren't sure what to do, which you would've found funny, but considering the circumstances...

"Let's all relax, okay." Peter attempts to butt in. He's always been so soft-spoken, but if he needs to, he'll beat the shit outta someone. You knew what he was capable of. You'd seen it when your first boyfriend cheated on you.

Your dad directed his attention to Peter. "You shut the fuck up. You have no room to speak because you're a sorry excuse for a son." He drunkenly pointed at Peter.

"You're talking. You can't even see straight half the time, let alone be eligible to give advice." James, your younger brother spits.

Ah, you'd taught him well.

"You watch your mouth before I knock you the fuck out." Your dad spits, and that seems to shut James up. It breaks your heart knowing your father hadn't changed, and when you left, probably laid hands on your younger siblings. And it appears as though Peter's heart broke, too.

Peter stepped closer to your dad, with the same face of anger you'd seem many times before. "You hit them too, Dad? After what you promised!?" He said, his voice raised.

It was all too much. There are too many memories, too many flashbacks. There are too many similarities of past events.

"O-okay, Peter, relax." You attempt, knowing how fast this could escalate. You hold Chris's hand and squeeze tightly.

"Yeah, listen to the pig, Peter." Your father gritted his teeth.

"With all due respect, sir, I'm gonna need you to stop calling your daughter a pig." You hear an unexpected voice. Chris.

Your dad whips his head, staring at Chris with his eyebrows raised, unimpressed. Little did he know, Chris played hockey, and his brothers, who wouldn't hesitate to jump in, also played hockey.

"Chri-" You start.

"No, no, I'd like to hear what he has to say." Your father mocks.

"No! No, please let's just sto-" you get cut off again.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, Y/N." Your dad yells, taking very quick steps to you.

Chris stood in front of you, Peter and James behind your father.

"Move." He growled at Chris.

Chris sucked his teeth, with fake disappointment on his face. "Sorry, can't do that one, sir."

Your dad huffed, allowing Chris to smell every sip of alcohol he'd drunk. "Move." He stated again.

Chris shook his head. "That's my daughter! Get the fuck out of the way, tough guy."

Chris cocked his head. "Really, because based off what I've seen, you sure don't talk to her like it." He spoke, his voice calm, but stern.

That was it. Your dad snapped. He swung his fist, hitting Chris in the nose. "Dad! What the fuck!" You say.

You watch as Chris doubles over, holding his nose, followed by yelling from everyone in the room. You can't understand anything, but you do know that your dad's got his hands around your collar and is holding you close to his face.

You feel the tears start to fall as the scent of alcohol burns your nose. "You're a little bitch, letting this puny excuse of a man speak to me like that."

"Let her go, dad!" James screamed, followed by Peter's yelling.

You look over and make eye contact with your mom. She stood there, arms crossed, not a single expression on her face. She just let it happen.

Your dad shook you. "LOOK AT ME." He shouted in your face. You closed your eyes, as tears began to fall.

"CHRIS NO!" Nick yells. That's all you hear before you dropped. You didn't realize he was choking you until he let go. You look up and see Chris on top of your dad, landing blows like he if were in a hockey game. Your dad got a few heavy punches in, too, as you expected.

Chris had a bloody nose, a bloody lip, and crimson knuckles. Blood stained his big hands, and you couldn't tell if it was his or your father's.

Matt and Nick finally managed to push Chris out of the house, leaving you and your family. Your dad was still screaming drunk profanities, while James made sure you were okay. Peter and your mom held your dad back from chasing your boyfriend.

You had walked out of the dining room and went to sit on the stairs. Tears streamed down your face as you felt yourself slip into a familiar but unfamiliar trance. You were completely unaware of your surroundings at this point, so lost in your brain that the rest of your body was just frozen.

You don't know how long you are disassociating for, but you heard muffled shouting until you didn't. The yelling was replaced with ringing, something your brain did as a coping mechanism, mostly when you were young and hiding with your siblings in the bathroom while your dad trashed your home.

"-aby, can you take a deep breath from me?" You look up, but your vision is blurred, and you can't make out who's speaking - or anything for that matter.

You blink slowly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It usually took you a while to come back to reality during these moments.

"Can someone get her a cup of water?" You hear the voice again, and despite your yearning to speak, you can't get any words out. Your mouth opens, and you try to speak, but it comes out more of a choked whine.

"Shh, I know, sweetheart, it's okay." Chris wipes the tears coming for your cheeks. Your pupils were enlarged, and your eyes were open, but you couldn't see.

"Thank you." Chris muttered as Matt handed him a cup of ice water. "Here, baby." He put his hands in the icy water, shaking them, so his hands are damp. He took your hands, which had a death grip on your hoodie, and rubbed his cold fingers over your knuckles.

You focused on the feeling of his frigid fingers and you felt yourself coming back to reality.

You blink quickly as more tears fall. "Aw ma, don't cry, it's okay, sweetheart." Chris coos, placing his hands on your hips, rubbing his thumbs on the bone.

His attempts to ground you are successful, as your eyes finally focus on his eyes. "Hey, hey, you coming back to me, baby?" Chris asks, his voice soothingly attempting to comfort you.

You nod absent-mindedly, relief flooding your body as you come back to reality.

You take in your surroundings for the first time in what felt like forever. You're sat on the stairs, your hands shaking from the adrenaline flowing through your veins.

You finally make eye contact with Chris, his eyes full of love and worry. He's got a bruise on the side of his face, a busted lip, and blood falling from his nose, smeared on his upper lip.

"Chris..." you say, cupping his face, rubbing his cheeks down to his lip, frowning when he winced. "Baby..."

He pulls away, chuckling lightly. "It's fine, baby, I'm okay. I just wanted to make sure you were safe." He squeezed your hips in reassurance.

"I'm okay." You say. But then your mind screams at you. "Fuck, where's Maya... an-and, James. Oh, fuck, what about Julia and Pet-" your cut off by Chris's lips on yours. You sigh into the kiss, your hands trailing down his neck.

He pulls away and smiles sadly. "Thank you." You whisper, looking down. "Anytime, baby. I'm so sorry. God, I'm so fucking sorry." He said, leaning his forehead on yours.

You shake your head. "It's okay, he's a fucking asshole." Chris kisses your cheek. "Let's get outta here? I made a little bit of a mess."

You raise your eyebrows. "A little?" Chris kisses his teeth and scoffs.

You smile and kiss his cheek. "Anybody would've done it, Chris. It's okay, really." You speak softly.

Chris smiles and helps you up. "Let's go home." He leads you down the stairs and reaches for the door.

But it opens before he can open it.

"Oh my god."

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The Emperor's Wife: Part Two// Paul Atreides

Warnings: explicit smut, virgin reader, cursing, oral sex female and male receiving, getting caught having sex

18+ readers only!!

You took Paul's hands, leading him over to the bed.

He went with you compliantly, but his breathing quickened, he pursed his lips.

You sat on the bed once again, looking up at your man. "Make love to me, Paul Atreides. I know that it is not my place to carry an heir, but the purpose here is love."

He put his hands on your face, cupping your chin. He brought his lips down upon yours, so sweetly this time. Gently, he pushed you on to your back.

You noticed a spark of desire develop between your legs. It was almost like a shock, making you tremble.

Paul pulled the remainder of the still suit off his body, then came down his underwear. His cock looked massive, even though he was only semi-erect.

You licked your lips nervously. He started to climb onto you. This was it. You put your hands on his arms, and he kissed you again. You felt his weight on your body as he pressed his hips against you. His lips met your collarbone, then his teeth traced a tender line down to the joint of your breasts. He kissed them with warm, wet lips, and cupped them in his large hands.

He opened his mouth around your nipple, letting his lips wrap around it, making you writhe in pleasure. He groaned softly, suckling your tit into his mouth. He toyed with the bud in his mouth, then licked it before nibbling on your other nipple. You held the back of his head, letting your fingers tangle into his hair as he sucked eagerly, hungrily on your breast.

He pulled away, saying lowly and nearly out of breath, "The last time I bedded Chani, I thought of you, and I came harder than I ever have before." he resumed kissing your face, trickling his lips down your neck, as if his words hadn’t rattled your entire being.

It was as if lightning struck your veins with his admission. You couldn't believe it. You feel the thumping of your blood as it ran through your body. You softly grinded against him, desperate as hell to have him, finally. Your wetness coated your panties.

Paul undressed you, and kissed your leg, from your ankle to your inner thigh. With his face just above where you needed him to be the most, his blue-blue eyes snapping up at you as he had a smirk on his face.

It was a relief to have his mouth on your burning heat. He licked your clit over and over, circling his tongue as well. You reacted by bucking your hips against his face and held you by your thighs. You moaned like a mad woman, reaching down to tug on your husband's curls.

You decided to admit something as well, "I've had many dreams of your warm, wet tongue on my clit. I’ve wanted this with you for so long." you panted.

With a soft huff of a breath, he parted from your pussy, "Now we can have it, wife." he grinned, getting on top of you again to catch your lips in a kiss. He held your head, combing his fingers through your hair.

You kissed him firmly, holding him as tightly to your body as you could muster. You touched his cheek, looking up at him.

He pushed your legs apart, thrusting his hips between them. He used his hand to slide his member into you. He took your wrists and held them at your sides as you could feel him bust through your hymen.

You cried out in pain, closing your eyes, clenching your entire face up. You inadvertently squeezed him with your legs.

Paul held your wrists down, but slowly pulled out of you, "Your first time, I didn't even think of it. I'm so sorry." his tone was etched with worry as he touched your face and petted your hair.

"No," you took a breath, "I want this. Please, hold me down, fuck me. I am yours." You used your free hand to pull him down into kiss.

"You're sure?" he asked, touching his forehead to yours, letting your brand of sweat mix with his.

"Yes. Please continue." you begged, pecking his lips.

He gave you a nod, then grabbed your hand, binding it in his fist as he had done with your other one, and rutted into you slowly.

You let the pain ride out, and then it felt really good. You felt a tear escape from your eyes, which Paul noticed and licked away in an instant.

It was better than you had fantasized about. He was incredible as a lover. He used his brute strength to rock his hips into you and move your whole body. His cock carved in and out roughly, but it felt so good.

"Do you still love me?" Paul asked you, in between his animalistic thrusts, "Even though it hurt at first?"

"Mm," you moaned as he freed your wrists after clutching them his grasp for several minutes, "I still love you."

Paul then growled lowly in his throat, quickening his thrusts but making them shallower.

You marveled at the tightness of his abdominal and chest muscles as he pushed on your stomach like an anchor so he could fuck you faster.

His brows furrowed and he would throw his head back in pleasure. "Your pussy feels so warm and tight around my cock. I love it." he praised in a breathy huff.

"Paul, tell me you love me." you put your hands on his arms, rubbing them.

"I love you, my beautiful wife," he leaned down to peck your lips in a wet kiss, "I love you, in the most earnest of ways." He then flattened on top of you. The warmth of his body enveloped you and he kept his hips moving as well.

The friction he created inside of you was not of this world. He was the Kwisatz Haderach, the Mahdi, Lisan al-Gaib, the Emperor of the Known Universe; Paul Atreides was everything. And here, he was proving it. He had the most tender way of making love, but he also fucked your brains out almost in the same instant. He was switching angles to fuck you deeper, switching positions just to please you. He was so attentive and observant, like a strong ruler of people should be.

You each had an orgasm and dropped down on the bed in a heap of exhaustion and sweat. You curled up to your husband, laying your head on his chest. You rested there for a while together.

Paul ran his fingers lazily through your hair, and trickled his fingertips down your arm. You felt so cozy and comfortable with him. But you weren't ready for the escapade to end just yet.

You sat up and moved down to touch his cock. You wet your fingers with your tongue, and ran them along the length of him, looking up at his face.

Paul smiled at your actions, then relaxed against the pillow at his head.

You licked your lips, moistening them and then put your mouth on his cock. You tasted the tip, licking and swirling your tongue around it. After a moment, you felt his hand on the back of your head. You let him push his cock past your lips and into your mouth.

Paul put his hand more firmly on your head, guiding you gently back and forth on his cock.

You slurped and licked and sucked until you really got into the rhythm of it and Paul started to buck his hips upward a bit. It was so satisfying to please him. His cock felt amazing as it invaded your mouth.

He changed the pace after a moment and held your head in place and rammed your throat. You couldn’t get away from his cock, not that you even wanted to. He cursed, and moaned out your name as he fucked your mouth.

You kind of liked being used by him.

He let go of your head, and you took his hard cock in your hands using your spit to stroke him. You watched him bite his lip and clench his eyes shut in pleasure as you pumped your hands on his slippery length.

As he got more and more flushed with color, the more he panted for you, and the more you wanted to feel his cock stretch you again. You climbed onto him, straddling his waist.

He put his hands on your hips, helping you keep steady as you sunk down on his cock. He moaned as you took him completely.

You started to rock your hips back and forth, allowing his cock to explore your pussy. As he opened you up, you gasped and moaned, and put your hands on his chest.

Paul tucked your hair behind your ear and held your jaw. With his mouth agape, he looked up at you as if you were a goddess.

"What is this?" came Chani's voice from behind you.

You were startled, you were so caught up in the moment, you hadn't even heard her footsteps. You rolled over off of Paul instantly.

"Chani...I love her." he declared to his concubine, "But this does not change the love I have for you, not at all."

"I knew that this would happen. I knew it. But I cannot shame you, Usul. I want you to be as happy as you can be." Chani came over to the bed where Paul was sitting on the edge of it, "I don't want to lose you." she put her hands in his hair, dotingly.

He took her hands, "You will never lose me." he kissed her hand, then looked over at you.

You were able to breathe easier when you felt his warm gaze on you. You smiled at him.

Paul matched your grin, and took your hand as well, saying, "I can share this love with my two wives."

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౨ৎ Brothers Best Friend ౨ৎ || ⋆౨ৎ˚ Matt Sturniolo⋆౨ৎ˚ || Series Master List ||

ᡣ𐭩 | Warnings - Smut

ᡣ𐭩 | Summary- Matt and Nate have always been friends. But throughout their friendship, Matt kinda developed feelings for Nate's younger sister, Y/n, but shes off limits for 2 reasons, her boyfriend, and the fact that she's his best friend's sister! what happens when she comes home crying because her boyfriend broke up with her?

Y/n let out a frustrated sigh as she stepped into her room. Her boyfriend had just broken up with her, leaving her heartbroken and angry. She slammed the door shut, tossing her purse onto the bed before collapsing onto the floor. She knew she should probably just talk to someone about how she was feeling, but the thought of facing anyone right now made her want to curl up and hide.

As she laid there, sobbing into her knees, she heard a knock at the door. She didn't even bother getting up, certain it was her mom or dad coming to check on her. But when the door opened, it wasn't them; it was Matt. Her older brother's best friend, and the one person she knew she shouldn't be talking to right now.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. She looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy.

"Go away, Matt," she sniffed, wiping away a tear. "I just want to be alone."

Matt didn't move, just stood there, looking at her with those piercing blue eyes. She could see the conflict in them, the part of him that wanted to help and the part that knew he shouldn't. Finally, he seemed to make a decision.

"Look, I know I'm not supposed to talk to you right now, but I can't just leave you like this," he said, taking a step closer. "Just let me… I dunno, just stay for a bit?"

Y/n hesitated, feeling a mixture of annoyance and relief wash over her. "Fine," she muttered, turning away and curling back up on the bed. She heard him sit down next to her, but she didn't look at him. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

Time seemed to drag on as they sat there in silence. Y/n didn't know what to say to Matt, or even if she wanted to say anything at all. She just wanted to be left alone to wallow in her misery. But after a while, she felt Matt's hand on her shoulder, and when she looked up at him, she saw the concern etched into his features.

"He wasn't worth it, you know," he said gently. "You deserve better than that."

Y/n wanted to roll her eyes, but she couldn't bring herself to be that mean. "Thanks," she mumbled. "I guess."

Matt sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm not trying to make this about me, or anything. I just… I care about you, you know? And I hate seeing you hurt like this." He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I mean, if you want, I could make you feel better. You know, take your mind off things for a bit."

Y/n looked at him sharply. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice wavering. She knew what he was insinuating, and despite the anger and hurt that still coursed through her veins, a small part of her was curious.

"I came over here to smoke with Nate, but he went to the gas station to get us some snacks." he says, pulling a pre roll out of his jacket pocket along with a lighter. "what do you say?" He flicks the lighter on and holds it under the joint.

she nods and they sit together on the floor to smoke. He hands her the joint and she takes a long drag, feeling the familiar warmth spread through her chest.

"It's not fair, you know?" she says, her words slightly slurred. "I was happy with him, and now he just… just throws it all away."

"Well," Matt says, taking the joint back and taking a drag himself. "It's not like you could really say you lost anything." He pauses, looking at her intently. "Besides, you've always had me, haven't you?" He grins, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/n pokes Matts shoulder, "shut up'' she teases, but there's a hint of a blush creeping up her neck. "You're such a jerk sometimes."

"And you love it," he says, laughing. Y/n lays her head on his lap. "I'm serious, though. You're too good for him. Better things are coming, I promise."

They sit there, the smoke from the joint swirling around them, and Y/n begins to feel a little bit better. Not great, but better. She realizes that maybe Matt was right; she had always had him. And while she knew she couldn't rely on him for everything, it was nice to know she had someone who cared about her.

"what if i just kiss you?" Matt says, breaking the silence. "just to make you feel better?" He looks down at her, his expression serious.

Y/n laughs, shaking her head. "You're such a dick," she says, but she can't help the tiny smile that creeps onto her lips. "Fine, but only if I get to kiss you back."

Matt leans down, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It starts out sweet and innocent, but quickly deepens, their tongues tangling together as they explore each other's mouths. Y/n feels a jolt of electricity run through her body, and for a moment, she forgets all about the pain.

When they finally pull away, they're both breathing heavily, their faces flushed. "See?" Matt says, grinning. "I told you I could make you feel better."

"Yeah," Y/n says, her voice slightly raspy. "You did."

"what if i do it again?" He says, his hand resting around her neck, pulling her closer. Y/n feels herself growing wet between her legs.

"Okay," she whispers, and then he's kissing her again, his tongue dancing with hers, and she loses herself in the sensation. She forgets about everything else except for the way his mouth moves against hers, the way his hand feels on her skin.

When they finally come up for air again, she's breathless and disoriented.

Matt kisses her neck, trailing his lips down to her collarbone. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, nibbling gently on her skin. "And you taste so good."

She moans softly, arching her back into his touch. "Matt," she whispers, her fingers tangled in his hair. "I…"

He looks up at her, his eyes intense. "Do you want more?"

She nods, her heart racing. "Yes," she whispers. "I want more."

He pulls back, looking down at her body. "You're wearing that?" he asks, gesturing to her tank top.

She nods, suddenly self-conscious. "I don't have a spare."

He smiles, running his fingers down her stomach. "Then we'll just have to make do." With a swift motion, he rips her tank top off, revealing her bra to the cool night air.

Y/n gasps, her nipples hardening instantly. "Matt," she whispers, her hands going to his shoulders.

He leans in, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking gently. "God, you taste so good," he groans, moving to the other one. "So fucking good."

She arches her back off the floor, her hips writhing as she feels the sensation building inside of her. He reaches down, unbuckling her jeans and sliding them down her legs, revealing her black lace underwear.

"You're so fucking hot," he growls, his voice thick with desire. He pushes her jeans and underwear down her legs, revealing her completely. "I've wanted to do this for so long."

He leans in, kissing her again, his tongue dancing with hers as he pushes his body against hers. She can feel him hard through his pants, grinding against her. Her breath hitches as she feels herself growing wetter, more desperate for him.

Matt breaks the kiss, his eyes searching hers. "Tell me you want this," he whispers. "Tell me you want me."

She nods, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "I want you," she whispers. "I want you so much."

He groans, pushing her back onto the floor, his weight pressing down on top of her. His hand finds its way between their bodies, sliding over her wet folds. She gasps, arching her back off the floor, her hips meeting his touch.

He thrusts his fingers inside her, finding her entrance easily. "God, you're so wet," he whispers, his voice hoarse. "So fucking hot."

She moans, her head spinning with pleasure. She can feel him moving inside her, his fingers finding a rhythm that sends shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "Matt," she whimpers, her fingernails digging into the carpet. "I'm going to… I'm going to…"

"Come for me," he whispers, his lips against her ear. "Come on my fingers, baby."

And then she's coming, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm. He thrusts his fingers inside her again and again, milking her as she cries out his name. When she finally goes limp beneath him, he groans, sliding his fingers out of her and rolling to the side, panting heavily.

Matt flips her around so her stomach is on the floor. "you're gonna be a good little girl, aren't you?" he asks, his voice rough. "You're gonna do whatever I tell you to do?" She nods, still breathless, her heart racing. Matt spanks her, "i'm gonna need words, baby." he says. "Y-yes" "Good girl," he says, and then he removes his belt and ties her hands behind her back.

"You're gonna take my cock like the good little slut you are, right baby?"

"Y-yes," she moans, arching her back, needing him inside of her.

He pushes her legs apart, revealing her wetness, "so wet for me, baby" he says, and then he pushes inside her, groaning as he feels her tightness. He begins to thrust, hard and fast, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that's almost painful. "Fuck, you're so good," he growls, his teeth gritted.

"can you stay quiet for me, baby?" he whispers, his lips against her ear. She nods, her eyes closed."i need words baby" he says,

"Y-yes, Matt" she moans.

"That's it, that's what I need. Fuck, you're driving me crazy." He picks up the pace, his hips slamming into hers as he thrusts deeper and deeper. "You feel so good," he grunts, "so fucking good."

Her head falls back, her body trembling as she feels herself building towards another orgasm. she lets out a whine, "Matt, I'm…"

"Don't you dare," he warns, his voice low and threatening. "i told you not to make a sound." he says, slowing down his thrusts and edging her.

she lets out a cry at the loss of pleasure. "I'm sorry," she whimpers.

"are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?" he asks, his voice strained.

"Y-yes," she whispers, tears rolling down her cheeks.

He picks up the speed, fucking her harder and faster, his hips slapping against hers. "That's it, taking my cock like a good girl" he growls. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, the tension building inside her.

"Please?" she says, her voice cracking, "Please what princess?" he teases, "P-please let me cum" she whines. "Go ahead, baby."

And then she does, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She cries out, wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. Matt groans, thrusting hard.

"M-matt! " She whines, overstimulating. "Take it." He growls. "i-i cant !" she cries. "Hold on for me, baby."

Matt continues to thrust into her.

"I'm gonna cum, baby." he says. "M-me too" she whispers, already feeling another orgasm building inside her.

"Good girl." He says, and with a final thrust, he cums, filling her up. He collapses on top of her, his weight pressing her into the carpet. His breath comes out in ragged gasps as they both catch their breath.

"That was…so good," he whispers, kissing her neck. "You're perfect, baby." She nuzzles into his chest, her body still tingling from the pleasure.

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moonhoures · 7 months

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Thin Walls

🕷️ kinktober — day 19: masturbation🕸️

pairing: matthew (zb1) + reader (afab/fem)

genre: non-idol!au, college!au, smut

warnings: 18+, minors do not interact, explicit smut, masturbation (f and m), exhibitionism (? matthew hears reader masturbating through the wall, so i’m tagging this just to be safe)

word count: ~1.5k

synopsis: you become sexually frustrated over your crush for your next dorm neighbor and decide to (privately) do something about it, but fate is one cruel entity, so of course he hears everything

posted: october 20, 2023

“Looks like Taerae is out for a while,” Matthew noticed as the two of you strolled up to his dorm room.

The two of you lived in a co-ed dormitory at your local university, and your rooms neighbored each other. The dry erase board on his door showed a message from his roommate that said he would be back in a few hours.

You nodded, “Liz texted me earlier that they were going to study together after her last class.”

He twisted the handle of his door and turned back to you as he opened it, “In that case, would you like to hang out until they get back?”

You considered it for a moment, but decided against it. The last couple hours you had spent with him—in class plus the long walk back to your dorm—were spent with you daydreaming about him, and subsequently being in denial about it. You had known Matthew since your very first day of college. You were both in the same major, and he was super friendly. He was the one that approached you and began your friendship. It seemed to be some weird stroke of fate that his dorm room was next door to yours; an even weirder coincidence when your roommates started dating each other. Then you two were the single friends that were dragged into “double dates” all the time.

You really didn’t mind it, though, hanging out with the three of them. You liked all of them, but you had slowly begun to gravitate towards Matthew more. Maybe it was because the two of you were usually left to each other by the couple of the group. Maybe it was because you had more in common with him. Maybe it was because you had developed a crush on him . . . You had tried to deny that possibility for so long, calling your roommate crazy when she had suggested the two of you go out. But now, you just couldn’t deny it anymore. You did have feelings for Matthew. You just weren’t sure if he felt the same, and you were worried that if he knew, it would ruin everything. So you continued to act normal with him, or at least you tried.

“I’d love to, but I should really work on my paper for Mr. Jang’s class.”

Maybe it was the delusion or just the trick of the hallway lighting, but you swore you saw a look of disappointment in his eye, “Oh, okay, well maybe the four of us can hang out later?”

“Yeah, sure thing.”

Matthew watched you retreat to your door just a few feet away, and then your doors shut with soft thuds. Once your door was closed, you tossed your bag onto the floor and pressed your back against the hard surface behind you. You groaned, feeling like the lowly coward you were. Why did I say no? Of course I want to hang out with him. But then again, you had never hung out with him alone in his room. You hung out alone in public, but never in your dorm. You weren’t sure if you could handle that.

Trying to get your mind off of your neighbor, you decided to climb into your bed and go on the first app that drew your interest. After half an hour of flipping between apps, you still couldn’t stop thinking about him. You kept rewinding your day with him, thinking about the way his eyes crested as he smiled. The way he laughed. The subtle veins in his hands as he wrote notes in class. You thought about his face as he earnestly paid attention to you when you spoke, and you remembered trying to focus on what you were saying when really you were getting lost in his beauty. You remember holding yourself back from reaching up and booping the freckle by his eye. You remember biting back the thoughts of what kissing him would be like—were his lips as soft as they looked?

Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to let out some steam, so you did what any normal, horny woman would do. You locked your door and crawled back into bed, closing your eyes to let your mind wander as you dipped your fingers below the band of your underwear.

Now, you didn’t masturbate too often, considering you shared a room with someone. But you were still a woman with needs, and so you did what you had to do. It started with slow, teasing movements, just enough to get yourself wet. Then, you were picking up pace, spurred on by images that your mind created for you of the guy just on the other side of the wall. Your legs parted at the idea of his lips on yours. Your hand moved faster at the thought of his fingers along your skin. Your breath became rugged at the idea of his body over yours. You wanted him so bad, and it showed in how desperately you chased your own orgasm. It showed in the noises you made. Noises that weren’t as quiet as you thought they were . . .

Matthew was lying in his own bed, separated from your bed with just one, thin wall between the two. He had his head propped up with his pillow while he scrolled mindlessly through TikTok. Several minutes had passed since he parted ways with you, and he had told himself he would waste just a few more minutes before he started on his assignments. All of those plans, however, were tossed aside when he heard it, or rather, when he heard you.

At first, he didn’t think anything of the sound he heard. It just sounded like muffled talking that could have been from a podcast or a movie or a YouTube video you were watching. But then they got more frequent, and louder, and well, pornographic, for lack of a better word. Matthew found himself gulping, turning his phone off to focus on the noises coming from your room. Were they really what he was thinking they were? Were you really doing what he thought you were doing?

You got quiet for a moment, but then you let out another noise—a moan, undoubtedly. The sound went straight to his dick, making it stir under his briefs. He groaned softly, covering his pelvis with his hand before he cupped it gently. But there was no stopping it, he was growing harder by the second. All because you were masturbating a few feet away, just within his earshot.

Something about this made him feel guilty, dirty even, like he was intruding on you. But he wasn’t really, not intentionally. You had no idea he could hear you, or did you? Were you doing it on purpose to entice him? He knew from Taerae that Liz was certain you had a crush on him, but you had never acted differently around him than before. Was this your odd way of making your feelings clear to him? Was he just projecting his own desires?

Regardless, Matthew couldn’t take the strain against his jeans. Fuck it, he muttered to himself, unzipping his pants. He shoved the band of his pants and underwear down enough for him to pull out his cock. He lubed up his hand with spit, then he was fisting his cock to the sound of your voice. The soft moans and breathy whimpers were driving him insane.

You, on the other hand, were nearing your end. The scene in your head of Matthew fucking you was getting too real too fast, and soon enough you were diving off the edge into your climax. Your toes curled and your muscles tensed as you felt the intense warmth spread throughout your groin. You were so enthralled in your release that you moaned out his name without even thinking.

And of course, your eavesdropper didn’t miss it. His hand came to a halt over his shaft after his name fell from your lips, and then your room fell quiet. Matthew couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He was wondering if he had fallen asleep watching TikToks and was dreaming this entire time. But no, he was wide awake, and he was close to cumming at the thought of you masturbating to him.

He thought for a moment about just finishing quietly and going on about his day, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to act normal around you after this. He would have to confront you—and the sooner, the better. So he decided now was as good a time as any to put his cock away, zip his pants back up, and get out of bed. Next thing he knew, he was knocking on your door, waiting for you to open it. It took a few moments, but then the knob was unlocking and twisting.

“Hey, uh, did you need something?” you asked once you opened the door, eyes slightly wide when you realized it was him. The first thought that came to mind was had he heard you?

“No, but it sounded like you could use my help.”

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Dp x Dc fic idea

Part 2

So I've been re-watching Yu Yu Hakusho lately and was struck with an idea. What if there was a tradition in the Infinite Realms that the Ghost King would conduct a multiverse level fighting tournament? It probably started as control measure of some sort or stress relief for extremely powerful beings and the Ghost King is the only one who's true neutral enough to judge and powerful enough to kick their asses if they misbehave.

And the final prize is that the Ghost King would grant you a wish? As well as one time access to Zeroth Hour? And that's a reward no one can resist.

I'm imagining a scenario where Darksied or something was gearing up to once again invade Earth, and the JL and affiliated all prepared to defend the planet but before the attack could be launched, a green blob appeared right in front of Darkseid and somehow it actually makes the tyrant flinch. That made everyone pay attention. And then the blob announces the beginning of the tournament and Darkseid promptly packs up and leaves, leaving the heroes dumbfounded.

So something like this:

The air was rife with tension. All eyes were on Metropolis, at the gaping maw of the portal opening right above the city. The forces of Apokolips were once again invading. Darkseid had declared war.

Earth's heroes stood grim, ready to give their lives in defence of the planet. Their gazes were fixed on Darkseid, standing in front of his army, surveying his opponents. His general stood behind him, primed for combat.

Abruptly the pressure doubled, and the heroes tensed, readying for battle.

Darkseid raised his left hand, to light the spark of war. But before he could bring it down, the space between the two factions, right there in the middle, twisted.

And from the distortion, a titanic, green, humanoid...blob appeared.

The heroes stared. The New Gods stared. The creature did not stare, as it had no eyes, nor did it care.

It then spoke, with a solid, booming voice completely incongruous with its make.

"Uxas of Apokolips!"

The heroes watched in bafflement as their greatest foe jolted.

"The Infinite Realms hereby declares the beginning of the Grand Tourney. You are cordially invited to participate on behalf of Apokolips."

Among the Earth forces, one John Constantine felt dread overcome his body as he realized what exactly was happening. Shit, was it that time of the millennium already?

Captain Marvel seemed to be on the same vein of thought as the Wisdom of Solomon as well as the knowledge of his predecessors filled him in on what was going on.

The Dark members in the know had similar reactions. All across the planet, and in the dimension, magical entities who had tuned into watch the fatal confrontation, felt excitement racing through them as they realized what this meant. Other beings? Not so much.

Batman was cataloguing these strange turn of events carefully. Superman was puzzled but still held himself ready. Green Lantern was trying to figure out why exactly his ring was behaving strangely and giving out sparks. Martian Manhunter was analyzing the curious psionic readings he was getting from the creature.

Wonder Woman and Aquaman however had the dawning expression of recognition on their faces, which did not go unnoticed by their Gothamite colleague.

Surprisingly the Flash was looking at the creature as if it wasn't the first time he saw it. That too was noted by the Dark Knight.

On the Apokolips side however, there were no signs of puzzlement. Instead it looked like excitement was spreading like wildfire through the army, and even Darkseid looked eager.

The creature took note of none of these developments and continued.

"The first event is the Great Hunt. As an invited participant, a hint would be provided to you should you accept".

It bent its great, gelatinous head towards the Apokoliptian ruler.

"Do you accept, Uxas of Apokolips?"

In response, Darkseid stepped forward. "I accept."

And in a flash, before the New God appeared a pitch black card, and the creature announced, "Uxas, Ruler of Apokolips, Participant Number R813."

It straightened to its full height. "Your first hint is on Apokolips, young ruler."

And the next second it was gone, with the same exact warping of space it had come from.

The two factions were left alone, sans eldritch green goop.

Most of the heroes had one thought: What the fuck just happened and did the green goop thing call Darkseid young?"

Darkseid did not waste anytime however. He turned to his army and ordered, "Retreat!"

And just like that the great army filtered back through the portal they had come from, and the mortals heroes of Earth watched, perplexed. They still held themselves at the ready, in case this was all a ploy of some sort, and half of them believed it was. After all, what could make an obsessive tyrant like Darkseid turn back?

A good portion of the heroes were trying to figure out what the Grand Tourney the creature had mentioned was.

And those in the know? Well they knew chaos was incoming.

The portal closed and just like that, Earth lived to see another day. Via interruption by magical goop.

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And there you have it! Personally I think a scenario like this is hilarious. Imagine you're on the battlefield, facing a gargantuan, godly army, readying yourself for a battle that could kill you. And then the battle was cancelled cause your opponent had somewhere urgent to be.

I don't have a clear cut idea on what Zeroth Hour is beyond it being a great timey-wimey, wibbly-wobbly thing, so any ideas are welcome.

The Tourney only happens once every 100,000 years, and it takes place across the omniverse, on different terrains, different timelines, different dimensions and so on. The card that Darkseid got acts as an access key to tournament sites he doesn't normally have access to. The card also monitors participants and is programmed to hell and back to not allow the participants to misuse it. There are dire consequences if you do.

There are 14 stages in total, and the final, combat stage is conducted in a ever evolving, ever changing battle ground on the edges of the Ghost Zone.

Faerie here is not the Fair Lands in DC, and does not follow the dc fictional mythology.

Infinite Beings do not take part in the Tourney.

The last victor was a half dragon, half god prince from Dimension 976123065. He asked for the opportunity to court Princess Dorothea. It was a reality show moment for the Ghost Zone.

Also some extra details:

The JL would of course come to know what the Grand Tourney is, and then realize that if Darkseid won, he would get the anti-life equation that way. And before they could panic their mind would be blown by the fact that apparently, Darkseid is not likely to win at all, cos there are bigger players in the game.

Constantine would be forced to admit that even if you don't get an invitation, you can still participate if you register. Though you won't get the opening hint or any other boosts until Stage 5. He can't understand why anyone would want to considering that those who do get invitations are on the level of Darkseid and higher.

Batman would insist they check it out.

Constantine would say that he has no idea where the registration office is.

Captain Marvel would chime in that the office was most likely in the Faerie.

Constantine would then insist that they have no business messing around in the Faerie. JL Dark would nod vehemently in agreement.

Batman insists they at least watch the tournament. Constantine gets conned into organizing a watch party.

PART 2

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a little unwell.

megumi fushiguro x fem.reader

“oh, it is just so terrible! you should have seen how much pain megumi was in!”

when gojo told you how your boyfriend had suffered some minor injuries due to developing a sudden fever while in the midst of a mission-

your heart already went into overdrive, as your mind kept playing all these tricks on you.

megumi probably lost his arm-

or lost his legs-

maybe he lost both of his arms and legs?!

your anxiety always spiked up into unreal levels of insanity anytime your loved ones got hurt, and you were vaguely aware of gojo’s explanation of your boyfriend’s situation before turning away from him. it was as though the teacher’s explanation was drowned out due to the blood that was felt rushing to your ears, pushing your body forward as you walked away from him.

it seemed as though you were running on autopilot, with your stiff legs taking you back to your room as you collected some necessities.

first and foremost, the neat first aid kit your mother had given you for your first day at tokyo jujutsu high was securely in your grasps as you grabbed other items to help with caring for megumi.

some of your favorite snacks,

an ice cold bottle of water,

and an extra blanket, just in case his fevered chills became too much to bear as his own paper thin blanket wasn’t sufficient enough in providing the comfort that you knew he needed.

your heart was still pounding within the confines of your chest, your veins filled with dread as you continued walking around the hallways of the dorm. finally, when his door was in front of you, you expected the worst the moment you opened the door and saw megumi.

so when you gently knock at the door before opening it, you could feel your breathing escape from your lungs like a deflated balloon.

so not only did gojo over-exaggerate the extent of megumi’s wounds (like he always does, just to tell a good story), but megumi appeared in perfect condition-

with both limbs attached.

you take a moment to admire him, simply leaning against the doorway as you trailed your eyes over his sleeping figure. his messy locks of hair remain mussed against the plush pillows, and his deep, sapphire eyes were kept hidden beneath trembling eyelids. his arms were kept almost stiffly by his sides while his legs were covered beneath his blanket. the only proof of an injury that you saw was a simple bandaid that was placed across his cheek.

with careful movements, you gently shut the door behind you and crept closer to him. despite the fact that you had tiptoed across the floors, you knew that your presence could be sensed by megumi as he opens up an eye to look at you.

“hey…” his voice was hoarse when he calls out your name, and upon closer inspection of his face, you could see how flushed his pale skin had become. you look over to his nightstand and see a full cup of lukewarm water along with an unopened packet of medicine tablets that were meant to help with his fever.

“hm… meg, why didn’t you take your pills yet?”

a soft grunt was heard coming from his chapped lips.

“can’t swallow that well yet… my throat burns.” megumi admits to you with a groan, which made your heart swell with love and empathy for him.

“would you like my help?”

you listen as your boyfriend lets out a series of coughs before looking at you. “what do you mean… by that?”

you flash him a cheshire grin before taking a hold of his tablets. ripping off a single dose, you open it before placing both tablets in your mouth. trying not to acknowledge the bitterness of the medicine, you proceed to open the bottle of water before taking a swig of it. megumi wasn’t given a chance to react when you suddenly hold his chin still, pressing your lips against his before transferring the medicine to him.

your hand against his throat was soothing and gentle, giving the base of it a series of gentle massages to ensure that megumi safely swallowed his medicine. when he pulls away from you first, you couldn’t help but smile down at him, basking in his reddened cheeks.

“see? that wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

“s-shut up!” he was still too shy to face you, making you giggle even more before leaning closer to him, pressing your lips against his cheek in a sweet kiss.

you end up giving the rest of the cold bottled water to him, allowing the liquid to ease the soreness of his throat. because of how deeply you loved him, you even gave him the rest of your soft served strawberry ice cream as well!

after you spoil him a bit with your snacks, megumi ends up wrapping his arms around your back suddenly, making you nearly fall to the ground had it not been for his tight grip on you.

“what… megumi?!”

a light sheen of sweat was seen on his features, and he was breathing heavily when he uses the rest of his strength to pull you even closer to him. he was panting, yet still, his arms around you remained tight, as if he never wanted to let you go.

“just… stay here… with me, okay…?”

even when he was feeling sick, megumi still manages to press a gentle kiss against your hair, the gentle touch of affection still being proof of his love for you when words never could come easy for him.

“okay…” was your simple reply, allowing your beloved boyfriend to press your form against his heated body. now comforted by your presence, he finally closes his eyes, his body seeming to curl around you as the sounds of his breathing were all that were heard from within the dorm.

you take a moment to run your hands across his damp brow, slowly massaging the frown out of his sleeping face as his expression finally turns into a more peaceful one. letting out one last giggle, you sigh and fall back into his embrace, finally falling asleep as you allowed megumi to seek comfort from your presence alone.

a.n. - lol, i finally took a break from my jinwoo haze to write about the best jjk boi in the entire world, so please enjoy this short drabble… megumi needs to rest,,,, he’s been through far too much 😭😭😭😭😭

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

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rhys-writes-some-shit · 3 months

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Could I please request Alastor seeing his QP partner attacking/distracting Adam during the finale so that he could get away, and maybe some angst of Alastor knowing he can't go and help them in his near death condition, and not knowing if they're dead or alive. Spoiler they're fine you don't become close with the Radio Demon without being some sort of badass.

Sorry if this is too specific, I hope you're having a good day.

I sort of combined this one with @meefy's request (this one). It doesn't totally match the asks, so I apologize. I threw this together between classes a bit hastily, so sorry if the pacing or writing seems off.

Yeah, Reader is a little OP. Oh well.

May or may not write a continuation where Al takes care of Reader's injuries...

TW: Canon-typical violence

Let Me Help You

Alastor x Reader (QP)

There were suddenly angels fucking everywhere. Gold ichor mixed with deep red in pools on the ground. Alastor’s shield had shattered. It hadn’t even been ten minutes, and the shield was gone.

You tried to look for Alastor on the roof, anything to show he was alright. A flash of green followed by the distinct sight of Alastor’s tentacles helped soothe your worrying, turning back to the fight at hand. He’d be okay. He was one of the most powerful demons in Hell, he had to be okay.

Regardless, you started to fight your way to the roof, cutting angels down left and right. Your prowess in battle had started to show through, dodging expertly before retaliating effortlessly. But there were so many of them.

The numbers became overwhelming. Angel after angel started flanking you at every angle. You were trying to keep your eye on Alastor, but you kept nearly tripping over corpses instead. An angelic spear grazed your cheek, causing you to lash out, knocking back the growing crowd before tearing them apart one by one.

A terrible sinking feeling developed in your stomach, causing your focus to go straight up. With a flash, you teleported yourself to the roof. Alastor was half-transformed, a sinister grin filling his face while his signature tentacles framed his figure.

Adam, the first man himself, was in the air, brandishing a weapon resembling a guitar.

“--Cuz radio is fucking dead!” Adam shouted, as a bright flash of light caused you to shield your eyes.

The moment the light subsided, your eyes widened in shock.

“What just happened?” Alastor looked around frantically, locking eyes with you before seeing his cane in his hands, snapped in half. “Fuck.”

Neither of you saw Adam fly back down, swinging his weapon down. Alastor fell back into the ground, blood dripping from a huge gaping wound in his chest.

“Alastor!” You cried, running over to stand in front of him. Staring Adam down, your face pulled into a snarl. “You motherfucker!” Adrenaline coursing through your veins, you lunged at the angel.

Using your lightning-fast reflexes to your advantage, you managed to dodge any attack Adam sent your way. You narrowly missed getting obliterated multiple times, but what matters is that Adam’s focus is on you. Stealing a quick glance back at where Alastor was leaning against the wall, the huge gash in his chest slowly soaking his shirt with blood, you saw him melt into the shadows while glaring heavily at Adam with his ever-present smile.

“Oh no,” Adam mocked. “Did I just kill your boyfriend?”

“Fuck you.” You focused all your anger, all your worry, into misdirecting Adam. At this point, you were just trying to keep him busy. Luckily, you’d learned some things during your time in Hell, thanks to Alastor. Keeping Adam running back and forth wasn’t that difficult, or at least you tried to keep telling yourself that. Maybe if you tired him out, or let the others focus on the horde of angels, it would help?

Where did Alastor even go? How were you supposed to find him when he just disappeared in thin air? Was he going to be okay? What would happen if he died? Would you do if he died?

Somehow, even though you were distracted, you kept dodging Adam’s attacks. The fatigue was growing on you, though. Adam was definitely not like the other angels. Any time you tried to attack him, he dodged or countered before you could react properly. His attacks were too strong for you to take head-on, which was why you were stuck dodging everything.

“Now this is just fucking boring,” Adam groaned. With a movement of his fingers, you found yourself on the ground with a flash of light. A burning sensation ripped a pained cry from your chest as you doubled over, coughing up blood.

Adam kicked your side for good measure, sending you careening off the building. “Fucking pussy.”

You mustered a portal before you hit the ground, softening your fall as you rolled into your bedroom. It still hurt, pain causing your body to spasm. Dangerous-looking burns decorated the skin on the upper half of your body. While your vision faded in and out of focus, you tried to use some of your power to heal yourself as best you could.

The pain eased just enough that you could focus on the matter at hand: finding Alastor. At this point, you couldn’t give a shit whether angels killed everyone in Hell or not. You needed to find your partner. You needed to find Alastor.

Hands shaking, you mentally went through a checklist of every place in Hell you’d ever been to, trying to determine where he’d have gone.

Almost like mockery, the old radio that sat on your desk crackled faintly. Of course! Where else would Alastor be but the one place he feels most in control.

Rather than trying to make another portal, you picked yourself up off the floor and started walking. The hotel itself was abandoned, making it easy for you to traverse the halls without interruption. Your body ached as adrenaline started to wear off, but at least you could function. Who’s to say what Alastor was capable of.

You cringed at the memory of his wound. Not only was it long, but it looked deep, with blood steadily leaking out. Alastor’s signature red outfit and his blood was not a good combo, you decided. Yes, it might match, but it was not right.

It didn’t take long for you to get to the recording booth near the top of the hotel, carefully making sure you stayed out of sight. Your wounds healed little by little as you walked, your natural healing factor kicking in. A few well-placed deals, and your healing was nearly ten times as fast as a regular Sinner’s.

There was no need to knock, the door hanging from its hinges. The recording booth was in massive disarray. And in the center, leaning weakly in his chair, sat the man you were looking for.

“Alastor.” You breathed a sigh of relief at seeing him still alive, but further inspection didn’t do much to help your nerves. His breathing was shallow, expression pained but somehow still holding a strained grin.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was sharp.

“Helping you, obviously,” you snapped in reply. There was no first aid kit nearby, so you just ripped sections of your jacket off, forcefully shoving the scraps onto Alastor’s still-bleeding chest.

“I do not need your help,” he snarled back. Despite his words, he didn’t try to discard the fabric you were now pressing into his wound.

When Alastor finched, you hesitated. You didn’t want to cause him any more pain, be it physical or emotional, but you knew he’d insist on trying to deal with everything himself. You were a similar way, but he’d also do the exact same thing you were doing if the situation were reversed.

Gritting your teeth, you forcefully held the fabric to him as it slowly became blood soaked. “Summon a damn first aid kit.”

“I said–”

“I don’t fucking care.” You raised your head, meeting Alastor’s eyes so he knew you were serious. Was your voice shaking? Maybe. Were you scared? Most definitely. Was Alastor more important? Always. “Let me help you.”

Alastor visibly deflated, bringing a hand to his face. “Fine.” His voice was stiff, defiant. With a wave of his hand, a first aid kit appeared beside you.

You were silent as you worked, now with actual medical supplies at your disposal. Any training you’d had while you were alive all came back to you while you attempted not to make the injury any worse than it already was.

“I wasn’t sure if you were still alive,” Alastor admitted quietly after a few minutes. “Adam was much… more than I’d anticipated. I appreciate that you allowed me to retreat.”

Pausing, you looked Alastor up and down, possibly to see if he had a head injury as well. Never, in all your years, had Alastor ever said anything so kind to you.

“What else would I do?” You shrugged. “Leave you to die? In your dreams, maybe. We’ve been friends for so many years, I’ve lost count. So of course I helped you, you stubborn asshole. A psychopathic angel is nothing if it means helping you.”

Alastor was silent for a moment. “If Adam had killed you…” The room filled with static, Alastor’s true demon form coming out ever-so-slightly. “I was prepared to burn all of Heaven to the ground.”

“Thanks for the sentiment, Al.” Your expression softened, unable to deny the smile that grew on your face. “Now, sit up so I can secure this gauze.”

Hours later, after the hotel had been rebuilt and you were prepared to act like Soft Alastor had never happened, an arm looped in yours. Alastor stood beside you, smiling down like always.

“Come now, dearest. It’s time for supper!”

Something about Alastor was different now. His expression was altered. He’d seemed more defensive in the aftermath of the battle, however, he seemed to do the exact opposite around you.

It was subtle enough that only you (and maybe Rosie) would be able to tell. Luckily, for Alastor, you were perfectly content keeping your observations to yourself.

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Supercharged | JJK

Chapter 3: Figure it Out

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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life. When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours. Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens? 🗲this chapter: You become Jungkook’s problem.

🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader 🗲word count: 3k 🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, found family 🗲rating: pg15 🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, tension, an argument, accidentally triggering someone else

a/n: this week, they actually get to talk!! hooray! except, well... they might not be so keen to celebrate this development... enjoy the drama👀

“Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Jungkook’s stare was level, voice monotone. You gulped, finding it difficult to meet his eyes.

Exhaling, you cast your gaze across the rest of the training space, though you knew it to be empty. You were tucked down the end, where Jungkook had been practising before, and now stood opposite you.

“I- I don’t-” you stammered, “what do you mean?”

Jungkook poorly concealed the roll of his eyes.

“Namjoon taught you how to do this yesterday-“

“-I wouldn’t say taught, exactly-“

“-so let’s see it.”

Was Jungkook not supposed to be helping you? Namjoon had said his powers were closest to yours. Clearly his eagerness for you to learn from Jungkook had blinded him to the very clear hatred Jungkook harboured for you.

But if this was how he wanted to play it, you would go along. Prove to him that you didn’t need his help to improve.

Gritting your teeth, you lifted your palms as Namjoon had shown you earlier. What else had he told you? To summon the right feeling.

This time, instead of being afraid of the pain your powers had brought at first, you searched for the sensation in your chest. Briefly, your eyes flickered to the side. Jungkook was watching you impatiently, eyebrows raised.

He didn’t think you could do it.

Swallowing, you pulled your eyes away from him and towards the metal target he had fixed on the wall, the one you had seen him training with earlier.

Like opening a trapdoor in your chest, a blaze of heat suddenly escaped. You panted as it flowed from your palms, watching with pride as your bright blue current zapped across the surface of the metal, just as his gold had done earlier.

After a moment, you felt your energy waning and fumbled to close off the power again. Though it took you a great deal of concentration, it came easier than it had done the first time. Glowing with your achievement, you turned, head high, to face Jungkook. Maybe you had been too hard on yourself earlier, as Jimin had said. You would soon get better.

But instead of any indication he was impressed, Jungkook simply folded his arms, expression unchanging.

“You need to be quicker,” he said.

Not entirely concealing the disappointment that lanced through you at his dismissal, you waited for him to elaborate.

But he merely stared.

It became clear he had no intention of continuing. Hands tightening to fists at your sides, you scoffed in irritation.

“And are you going to tell me how to do that?”

“I’m sure you can figure it out,” he said darkly. He turned and stalked away to the bench by the wall, leaving you no chance to argue.

Before he turned around, you wrenched your eyes away, and back to the target. Fine. He didn’t want to teach you. He was only here because Namjoon had made him, but he was taking it as a chance to try and see you fail.

But you were determined he wasn’t going to be the only star student around here.

Your arms lifted, and this time it was much easier for you to summon the electricity. Perhaps, like physical exercise, this was a matter of getting warmed up.

A sharp blast of blue rattled the metal against the wall. A smirk slid across your face.

You shut it off and tried again.

At the side of the room, Jungkook watched without reaction as blue repeatedly fired across the space, the same vivid lightning reflected as a glow in your eyes. You smiled as you watched that deathly light, and he knew he was right about you. He saw that same cold joy at using powers that could take a life – the exact same as the man who had given them to you.

By the end of your training time, your confidence had been restocked. Jungkook hadn’t offered you any more assessments of your weaknesses, but you were certain you had become quicker at both activating and stopping your powers than you could have imagined after your first try the previous morning.

Another clash sounded through the room as you hit the target again. As it faded, leaving just the sound of your panting breaths to fill the space, a voice spoke.

“Very impressive.”

Lowering your arm and whirling around, you found Namjoon leaning against the opposite wall. He strode towards you, though you noticed his eyes travelling to Jungkook who was still skulking by the wall.

“Loads better already,” Namjoon offered you a smile on his way past, “nice work, both of you.”

As his leader approached him, Jungkook got to his feet, enduring the congratulations of Namjoon who threw an arm around him.

“Yep,” Jungkook ground out, eyes fixed on you, “she’s certainly determined.”

His blood boiled even further seeing your mouth quirk up at that.

“Get some rest. You’re done for the day,” Namjoon told you. Nodding, you headed away, not waiting for Jungkook. It was just as well, because Namjoon held him back.

“I’m proud of you,” he told the younger sincerely, “I knew you would be able to welcome her in eventually. And it looks like you helped her a lot. It may not be easy for you, but you set aside your differences and that’s great.”

Namjoon’s encouraging smile was the first thing to strike guilt into him about how he had been treating you. His leader was so pleased, but it was all a lie. He hadn’t really done anything to make him proud.

Nodding with an attempt at a smile, he excused himself for the gym. Whenever he couldn’t make sense of his thoughts, they could usually be straightened out by a workout, so he headed straight there and began with some pull-ups.

He trusted Namjoon. Namjoon wanted to welcome you. But still, he couldn’t seem to support the decision.

Again, his mind replayed the mental images of you, standing with your shoulders set and arms raised, repeatedly firing deadly electricity through the air. The flashes of blue were enough to dissipate his guilt almost instantly.

His biceps and shoulders began to protest, but he pushed through. If he could just make a few more…

The problem was, he could see that fatal determination in you. His comments hadn’t prevented you from pushing your powers harder. Did you even understand how dangerous they were? Anyone could end up with powers like that, and not all were equipped to deal with them. Not everyone would use them for the best.

It was clear to him that you wanted nothing more than to master them as quickly as possible. And then, who knew what you could do? To him. To his team.

He dropped back to the ground, panting heavily.

Rubbing his burning palms together, he watched as gold static crackled around them. He clenched them into fists, turning away.

You stared hazily at the four blank walls of the room. It was entirely dark, your eyes only picking out slight details. Not that there were many to behold; you remained in the bare room from your first night, clearly not fully trusted with your powers yet.

Though you felt you had proved yourself a little when you trained with Jungkook earlier, you had to agree it was for the best. You didn’t want to admit quite how drained you felt after the adrenaline from your training had faded.

At first, you had crashed on the sofa, chatting with Hope and Jimin again. They were encouraging as always, understanding of the tiredness that seeped into your bones.

“Don’t push yourself,” Jimin had warned again. “You only just got your powers after all. You’re still adjusting.”

But fairly soon, talk of powers and training had been dropped. They put the tv on, and besides the news article which flashed up at first (‘Bolt describes his defeat of Monster Necrus X’), it was the first time the craziness of this new world you had crash landed into was gone from your mind. You didn’t care what they put on, paying minimal attention to the show and instead basking in the downtime with your new friends.

But when Hope looked up warily, you didn’t even need to guess who was standing behind you.

Jungkook’s venomous glare only met you for a second as he walked past, instead settling on ignoring you completely as he headed to the kitchen. The same loose t shirt hung from his frame, but since you came upstairs it had been drenched with sweat, clinging to his back as he headed to the kitchen.

Looked like he did train as hard as the others had told you.

Heaving yourself to a sitting position with some difficulty, you groaned. You hadn’t been working out, in the traditional sense at least, but your muscles had seized up.

You kept your gaze on Jungkook, who was filling a bottle and tilting his head back to gulp down some water. When he met your eyes again, his darkened, jaw popping in irritation.

With a sigh, you turned back to the others who were eyeing you apprehensively.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed,” you sighed.

“You don’t have to-” Jimin tried, but you shook your head.

“It’s okay. I’m about to pass out anyway. Have a good night.”

You weren’t sure what time it was then, but it must have been early because on waking you found yourself wide awake while it was still dark, the house quiet. Despite the subtle ache in your body from the strenuous first day, and the heaviness of your head, you were firmly awake.

Pushing the covers off, you sat with a huff.

At least this feeling, this inability to sleep, wasn’t something isolated from the regular world you used to know. Even people who had never seen lightning shooting from their own hands had trouble sleeping sometimes. A normal problem, that you could deal with.

And so it was almost relieving when you padded into the deserted kitchen. For the moment, you didn’t have to cling to anyone, least of all someone who seemed to despise you, to guide you through.

In the kitchen, you flicked on the lights beneath the cupboards, the minimum level to light the space without assaulting your weary eyes.

Through your tiredness you breathed in the still air as you sat back, having set the kettle to boil. You watched the water inside growing restless as it heated up, tracking the bubbles as something to do.

It was only when the light flicked off, signalling that the steaming water was ready, that you took your eyes off it. And then you nearly fell out of your chair.

As you had turned to stand and retrieve the kettle, you found the seat beside you filled.

Biting back a curse, you simply panted, hand over your chest as you recovered from your shock. Big eyes blinked back at you.

While you steadied yourself against the counter, you took in the person’s face. You hadn’t been introduced yet, but remembered seeing him the first night you had arrived, holding onto Jimin’s hand.

He hadn’t said anything yet, so you shifted slightly and decided to break the silence.

“Sorry… I didn’t notice you come in. Do you have powers like Yoongi’s?”

The only move he made was to close his lips.

Okay, that hadn’t worked. Glancing over at the kettle, steam still emitting from the spout, you tried again.

“I’m making tea. Do you want any?”

Slowly, a smile turned his lips up at the corners. What could be considered a nod moved his head, and a knot of relief unwound in you as you scampered around the counter to fetch mugs. Eventually, the calming scent of tea wafted in steam from each cup as you slid one tentatively in front of your companion.

Clasping your hands around the warming ceramic, you spoke softly as you waited for it to cool enough to drink.

“I’m Y/N. I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”

His eyes raised from his tea and you mustered a small smile. You hadn’t expected him to reply at all, so when his smile returned and he spoke, you were astonished.

“V,” was all he said, a deep voice that didn’t disturb the quiet.

Your own smile grew. Sliding back into a seat, you took that as a win and kept talking.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you chuckled, “I figured no one would be up, not that it matters. I almost feel like I’m back at home. Midnight tea breaks are still a thing when you become a superhero, it seems.”

Laughing at yourself, you took a sip of your tea at last. But lowering you mug, you noticed a frown creasing V’s brow.

“Hero…” he muttered.

“I was just joking,” you laughed nervously, “I barely know how to use my powers yet.”

He said nothing else, but you noticed his fingers tightening around his cup. Had you done something wrong?

“Is something wrong?” you asked gently, reaching a hand subtly closer to him.

But in that moment, a hot, itchy feeling shot down your arm. With a gasp, you tensed, recognising the feeling and scrabbling to restrain it as you had learned to.

Though you held back the threatening torrent, a small flicker of blue escaped, leaping from your hand.

Closing your eyes and gritting your teeth, you withdrew, but a sudden smashing sound assaulted your ears, making it difficult to focus inwardly. The moment you flinched away, eyes snapping open to see a chair strewn on the floor among a growing tea stain and shards of shattered ceramic, control slipped away from you again.

Eyes widening, you backed away from V, now several paces away from you. Blue crackled around your hands.

It prompted you to take your eyes off the shadowy figure of V, breathing deeply as you locked your powers away, a slight simmering in your chest the only reminder as they retreated.

You had successfully shut down your powers, as you had been taught. But it didn’t seem to have been enough, not for the tense figure that stood on the other side of the trashed kitchen.

Your eyes opened as you staggered back and into the wall, panting with the exertion your powers always inflicted. You opened and closed your hands experimentally. No more electricity threatened. Next, your eyes fell on V, who took another step backwards.

You didn’t know what to say, but before you had the chance, another figure was approaching from the dark corridor. They were practically running towards you.

Even in the unlit space, you soon saw that it was Jungkook. His nostrils flared as he noticed you, but first he turned to V. Not far behind on his heels was Jimin, who didn’t spare you a glance as he ran to V as well, instantly throwing his arms around him from behind.

You could only stand, frozen as Jimin led V away. Jungkook remained.

Biting down on your tongue, you pushed yourself to stand unsupported again. Jungkook stepped disdainfully over the remnants of V’s tea on the floor, stalking towards you. He didn’t stop until he was close enough that it forced you to look up at him.

“What are you thinking?” he hissed.

“I-I don’t know what happened,” you stammered.

You might as well not have bothered, cut off nearly instantly by Jungkook. He was practically snarling, throwing a hand out as he ranted.

“You’re damn lucky you weren’t fried to a crisp!”

“I got my powers under control-“ you protested.

Teeth gritted, Jungkook pressed even closer to you, crowding your space as he glared into your eyes.

“I wasn’t talking about you!”

Clenching your jaw, you breathed through your nose, refusing to budge even though his face was mere inches away. Silence stretched out, nothing but your breathing filling the space as you tried to fathom his words.

“V…” you murmured. A curious frown creased your brows, but Jungkook didn’t feel like indulging you. His lips curled into a scowl.

“You must be stupid. I’m not sure if you noticed, but our powers aren’t anything to fool around with. All of us.”

“He… he wasn’t going to hurt me,” you spoke. At first in disbelief, but you grew more certain. V had had more than enough chance to attack you if he had wanted to.

“You don’t know that. Just stay away from him,” Jungkook spat, stepping back.

You jumped in before he could turn his back.

“And how am I supposed to do that? I live here too, Jungkook!”

“That’s the problem!” he rounded on you, “you don’t know anything about us!”

“I don’t know what you’re so afraid of,” you spoke coldly, “V is fine. And so am I, if you cared to know. I did exactly what I’m training to do.”

It was your turn to walk away, passing Jungkook on your way towards the exit. Unfinished tea be damned, you couldn’t keep arguing with him.

“Like scare him half to death?”

You paused in your path. Why did he think you were training to instil fear? You were training because you had no other option, with powers as unpredictable as yours. But it seemed fear was what you had caused anyway.

Dropping your head, you gazed at your hands, wishing anew that you didn’t have this complicated curse that drove people away. That made you into a danger.

But you didn’t have the words or the will to explain this to the obstinate Jungkook.

“See you at training,” you spoke flatly, and stepped away.

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tobiotetsu · 11 months

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the beast’s beauty

fushiguro toji x f!reader

description: because of your father's mistake, the infamous toji zenin forced you into imprisonment in order to pay his debt. however, what you never expected was to fall in love with the monster he was.

genre: angst, historical au, 18+, mini series

warnings/tags: explicit smut(vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, will add more) violence, mentions of stockholm syndrome & misogyny, blackmail, character injury, blood, profanity, mdni, grammar mistakes

a/n: thank you to everyone showing love for this series!!!this is a little mellow chapter hehe! blogs are truly appreciated <3 (taglist: open) (wc: 1.3k)

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part one ♕ part two ♕ part three ♕ part four ♕ part five

The only smell that filled the air around you was the stench of cigarettes. Your father was a drunk so booze wasn't an unfamiliar scent. smoking, however, wasn't a habit he developed. Your throat seized a coughing fit before you could open your eyes.

Your bare shoulders felt a cool stone behind them as you regained your full consciousness.

What happened?

You clenched your clothes as you remembered the last moments before you were taken.

Your father had sold you away in a bet.

The air in the dark room stank, but you breathed it in deeply in an attempt to calm your mind. Your eyes scattered around the room in hopes to know where you were. The room was almost pitch black. The only light that seeped through was from the cracks in the door.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to pound your fits against the door and crumble it into pieces and run home. Run home to your father. To the man who did this to you. Tears welled up in your eyes merely at the thought. Through everything that you two have been together, through you playing the role of the parent to the one who was supposed to take care of you. You thought he had the decency to still care for you.

Your breath gathered speed and quickly turned into a panicked state. In attempts to inhale more you loudly gasp, hoping that if you breathed in enough of the wretched air, you'd wake up from this nightmare.

Before you could compose your thoughts, the illuminated door frame began to shake. The high-pitched jingle of keys was the only sound that filled the room. Your breaths had completely stopped. Everything in you froze, unprepared for who or what was going to appear.

Your eyes hadn’t gained their complete visibility yet so you weren't able to see the detail of the figure in front of you. He was large. His frame filled 80% of the doorway. He had something in his hand. You pressed yourself into the stone wall behind you in an attempt to move as far from him as you could.

As you shuffled your legs, you felt heavy resistance and great pain. A small yelp escaped your lips. You looked down and your dress was in tatters. Below the fabric, your eyes were met with rusted metal shackles. Your right ankle looked bruised as dark purple marks peaked under the shackle. Your left however was far worse. Wrapped in cloth and decorated with deep red patches. “What did you do to me?” your voice came off more threatening than you thought you could muster. You stare at the man in front of you. You can see him slightly better now. He was wearing a black wool sweater now. Its sleeves were rather large, even he had to roll them up slightly. The object he was holding was a metal bucket and a rag.

“I didn't do shit. You did.” the man took a step closer to you. Your fingertips curled into the fabric of your dress. Fear coursed through your veins but for some reason, you didn't dare show it in your eyes. You continued to look straight at this man.

“Excuse me? I kidnapped and hurt myself?” you couldn't help but satirize this whole encounter.

“You've been in and out of consciousness for 4 days now. Day 1 you did that trying to get away,” he said pointing to your ankle. He crouched down in front of you before continuing. “And yesterday you did that,” he said as he hovered above your shoulder. You didn't even notice the marks forming on your shoulder all the way down the right side of your back.

As the distance between you two halved, you finally could see his face properly. He looked cold. Not temperature wise but his soul looked cold. There was no warmth in his eyes. There was no remorse, no hope.

You needed hope, and the longer you looked at his eyes the hope in your own died as well.

“Please, I can give you money. I-” Before your pleas could finish he interrupted you.

“I don't need money. I need the guns your father sold. They’re one of a kind and fucking expensive.” His words were law. No matter how hard you bargained, he wouldn't free you. He set the bucket beside you and wet the rag in the fluid. His rough hands rang the cloth out with ease and he moved to place it on your shoulder.

“Don’t!” you dodge his hand quicker than he expected. “Don’t fucking touch me”

The man sighed and threw the rag into the bucket. He stood and leaned his body on the wall opposite to you, waiting for you to pick up the rag. You weren't going to give in, you wanted to protest and this was the only way you knew of.

There wasn't a clock present but you were sure at least 15 minutes went by as you two stared at one another. You gathered more pieces of him. He favoured his right side, as his pressure is never fully on his left. His hair was cut recently; the tips of his hair looked frayed and jagged.

He was the first to break the silence as he pushed himself off the wall and dug into his back pocket.

“Your wounds are going to get infected if you keep at this” His words gave you a good laugh.

“And why would you care?”

“I need you to be alive. I can’t exchange a dead daughter now can I?” you sharply inhaled at his words. “And what did I say before? I don't break my promises.” a small smirk pulled at his lips for barely a second before it disappeared into his permanent frown.

You gulped at his words. You had no reason to believe this man. He kidnapped you. He may hurt you or even worse. But maybe it was that piece of hope that was at the back of your mind. You didn't have anyone at this moment. You doubted your father would save you; he never did in the past.

“Fine” your mumble was all he needed as the man began to unbuckle the shackles at your feet. Swiftly, he looped one arm under your calf and the other one pressed tightly against your back. His fingertips felt rough to the touch. He picked you up with ease.

“I can walk!” you shouted without thinking about your inquiries.

“Yeah and then you're gonna break a hand next trying to run. Hell no”.

He walked quickly up the stairs and into a small hallway. Two doors were facing each other. The man carefully stepped into the one on the right. It was a washroom. The room was lit by 3 candles. There was a small window in the room accompanied by a chair, sink and a large tub already filled with water.

You were placed on the chair near the sink. The man scratched his neck as he gathered fabrics and placed them on the side. Once again he took his previous position as he led against the sink waiting for you. It was then that you slowly realized what was to happen.

“Are you going to leave?” you raised an eye as you stated the obvious.

“And have you jump out the window?”

“I won't run,” you stated.

“And I ain't leaving”. “Then I'm not going to get in the tub.” you protested firmly. Your words seemed to do nothing as the man took a step toward you and crouched to eye level.

“Listen, either you take the corset off, or I'll rip it off your body myself.”

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗨𝗣 𝗦𝗘𝗫 !

˖˚˳⊹ makeup sex feat. ayato : kaeya : xiao : diluc : heizou : childe : itto : kazuha x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : angsty

ayato, who never thought you‘d come back to him after the huge fight that had occured only a few hours ago. Practically runs towards you to encircle you with his arms, pushing you tightly against his chest. His emotions were running wild with both relief and ecstasy, slowly lowering his head —and when his lips touched yours— they were warm and firm. For him it‘s hard to express his emotions properly, yet once he has you spread out on the bed he‘ll be much more vocal. Eyes glassy and half-lidded, slowly pushing his throbbing cock into your hole and pulling you closer, chanting on how happy he was right now and relieved that you decided to come back even after he messed up. Ayato was breathing out heavily against the nook of your neck, biting down onto your soft flesh and leaving faint marks around your soft flesh and collarbone. His painfully slow pace made you feel everything, the way his pulsating veins were grazing into your sloppy walls was almost too much to bear for you, circling your arms around his neck to pull him closer into a kiss.

kaeya, who‘s about to cry once he saw your figure push the door to his home open, your eyes turning as big as saucers after seeing him in his current state. The stored tears, —that he so desperately tried to hold back— continued to flow and the sobs wracked his body in the long run, robbing him off the ability to speak – barely allowing a breath to be drawn as you finally closed the distance between the both of you to hug him. His lips covered yours in a long warm kiss that left you short of breath, developing into something urgent the both of you were unable to ignore. Kaeya was quick to push you against the wall, his shivering voice chanting 'im sorry' over and over again, hiccuping as you cupped his cheeks, thumbs getting rid of his stained tears. His fingers slowly traced from between your breasts to your lower stomach, hiking up his fingers into the elastic band of your panties to feel your pussy throb against his digits. Setting a slow but passionate pace for the both of you while you carefully circled your hips to meet his movements halfway, taking in each others scent, unable to let go of your bodies. <3

xiao, who couldn‘t believe his eyes, he thought he had lost you forever after your argument that occured a few days ago. His throat was tight and his eyes blurred from tears. You could visibly see that his cold cheeks were stained as well, xiao‘s fists balled together into fists, he wasn‘t able to look at you, far too embarrassed at himself for ever letting you go like this. So you did what you thought would be the only right choice, making your way slowly to his figure to place your warm hand onto his shivering cheek, and once his eyes met yours, they shone full of relief. You motioned him to sit down on the edge of the bed, slowly prancing over his figure to huskily straddle his lap. Your hands finding refuge in his unruly hair and pulling him closer to your needy mouth. You didn‘t even realise once the both of you bucked against each others clothed cores, pace increasing with each move. Truth be told he‘s been hard all day, daydreaming about your soft pussy sucking him in again, gritting his teeth to grind you against his growing bulge harder while moaning into your mouth so fucking sensually. <3

diluc, who waited for you to come home all day, almost giving up and debating whether he should go look for you outside. Luckily, that‘s when you peaked your head through the entrance door, searching around the room to slowly walk in, his eyes widening at your sight. He was quick to walk over to you, yet he didn‘t touch you, wanting to make sure you‘re okay with him being close to you. Once you nodded to signal him that he can indeed hug you, he didn‘t waste anymore time and did it right away. Your scent filling his nostrils made him almost cry if he‘s being honest, you haven‘t been away for long but he just missed you so fucking much. You can be certain that he‘ll show you just how much he craved you once he has your legs over his shoulders, pounding into your tight cunt with slow but hard thrusts. Your back arched violently, retracting your hips so he‘d get an even better view as he finally reached down to capture your lips in his own, a whiny 'i miss you' escaping his aching heart.

heizou, who at first, tried his best to distract himself with loads of work, yet that certain plan failed miserably and sounded better in his head. Overly exhausted, he strolled through inazuma city towards his home when he couldn't trust his eyes, -thinking he might be hallucinating-, but it was really you standing and waiting in front of his entrance door to his home. Full of joy he sprinted to you, enveloping your body against his shivering one. You stroked his hair back and kissed his lips to calm him down, -perceiving his saddened state in a mere heartbeat- , while tears coursed down his cheeks, the feeling of your skin against his own was way too much to bear right now. The next scenes were almost hazy, clothes pulled away from each others bodies and messily thrown onto the floor when the both of you stumbled into his home, his lips never leaving yours as he digged his fingertips into the soft flesh of your thighs, pulling you against a desk that was conveniently standing next to you. His mouth slowly tracing from your chest to your stomach and haltering once he hit your clothed pussy, that was already sinfully drenching your panties. He placed your legs against his shoulders once he left a wet kiss right on top of your wet cunt, prodding his tongue out to tease and most importantly, prepare you for what he's about to inflict on you. <3

childe, who‘s annoyed and angry, but don't misunderstand, those feeling he was having right this second weren't directed towards you, but towards himself. He could've slapped himself multiple times when thinking back at your fight that occurred yesterday. The way you wiped your tears from your eyes and how you failed to suppress a sob when he got louder than he intended to. He knew he fucked up, ultimately deciding to pay you a visit and there you were right now, confused expression painted over your features as you opened the door to him glaring at you, his throat feeling tight and making it harder for him to say anything. Fastened words of apologies were all he managed to let out, -barely a whisper if anything-, when he crashed his needy lips against your own, could've cried right on the spot once you melted against his touch. That night, he'd be so careful with you, holding you against his chest like you were made out of glass and slowly guiding you up and down his heavy cock. You're whimpering, hands placed on his chest for additional support when you caught a glimpse of his face, gritted teeth and eyes scrunched shut. Childe wanted to look at you, relish in your fucked out expression but it was beyond him now, really. He just missed you so fucking much and never wants to stop fucking you so good.

itto, who shows up at your door, kneeling down so you'd forgive him. <3 The burning in his eyes was unable to be ignored, and after such a cowardly display, you would feel even worse if you wouldn't hear him out now. He tried his hardest to come back to his senses, stopped crying and begged you to come back. He knew he could be a handful, -and fucking annoying too- but the love that radiated through his heart for you was eating him up alive, it became unbearable to live without you. It would always end in the same outcome, the both of you tangling your bodies together in the bedsheets while he's pounding his fat cock in and out of you. Desperately trying to keep the tears from spilling from his eyes every time he caught a glimpse of your expression. Itto wanted, no needed you close, pushing your legs deeper against your stomach and cradling your body like a madman, pace increasing with every cry that'd form out of your throat. "I'm sorry, 'm sorry, so sorry." he's whining, gritting his teeth and evolving into a pussy drunk mess. <3

kazuha, who's a complete mess, doesn't even want to see anyone, really. He desperately needed some time to rethink everything that was said in your argument. Wouldn‘t force you to forgive him either, he‘d accept every decision you‘d decide to make, it‘s honestly just how he was. Luckily to him you were more than opposed of the idea to let this relationship go because of a mere fight. The both of you meeting after collecting your thoughts again to talk about what happened, but once you were welcomed in a hug, followed by a smiling promise to never fight again, he‘ll slowly close the distance between your face to capture you in a passionate filled kiss. Suddenly feeling his skilled fingers hook inside your panties, wincing once he rubbed circles over your clit, carefully but gradually setting a comfortable pace for the both of you. Couldn‘t do anything else, kazuha just had to feel you right now, he was beyond happy that the both of you made up and needed you. The first digit already probing at your entrance and collecting your juices and the way he spread them over your slick folds with both his middle and pointer finger now had you cry out screaming. You began seeing white while clinging onto his upper arm for support, your climax building up deep inside your stomach. <3

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edgeray · 2 months

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Arlecchino is a selfish person.

(Arlecchino x Reader)

Living in a world like Teyvat inherently makes one selfish. For Arlecchino, her life has developed and progressed up to this point only by sheer selfishness. Survival is only gained through selfishness, a fact that she had to pick up quickly when she was first placed in the House of the Hearth. There, the very process of rising up to the ranks required stomping over others for more favor from the former Father of the orphanage. Children brutally betrayed their own sisters and brothers for just the most marginal amount of praise and grace from the Matron. Arlecchino knows now, that even after the murder and deaths of many, she could not entirely blame them. She cannot admonish inhibiting selfishness either, it is simply the way that is life. Because she knows that very selfishness runs through her veins as well.

Arlecchino discarded the notion of romance or friendship in her future when she was a child. Neither of the two can occur, not when the only person her world can afford to revolve around is herself. Trusting others was the demise of many. It was a foolish and naive dream that the youth of the House of the Heart had, one that she intended to remove it from the depths of her mind.

That was until she opened her eyes, and became sick of what the House of the Hearth had become: simply a machine to produce children that would surely die of their own aimless loyalty to their archon. When she eliminated the Matron and sat upon her chair to take her place as the Father, she intended to get rid of this impractical system. There was no need for this continuous cycle of death anymore, and so with that, she enrooted in each child that selfishness was misplaced here and that all the children here were one another's family.

Regardless of the change to the House of the Hearth, it doesn't change Arlecchino's nature. She knows that, in theory, forming friendships and relationships is ultimately beneficial for the children, but the belief cannot dismantle the injected value inside of her. She had always been seeking for her own benefit, even her current position is in that manner. Serving as the Tsaritsa's loyal dog has provided her with many advantages that she will continue to take, so long as the Tsaritsa proves to be beneficial.

Even with you, she is selfish. She is a taker--she reaps as much as she can from another with as little to give from herself as possible. And that is what she does with you: she takes from you whatever you're willing to give. Reciprocating is a difficult task for her and it is here that she doubts her relationship with you. Still, you are persistent and unfaltering, the bits and pieces that she does share you drink in greedily, whether that be her touch or the small acts of service she does.

She kisses you because your taste is sweet. She touches you because you are soft and warm in contrast to her harsh and cold exterior. She enjoys your presence because you are a distraction from the depraved and monochrome life she leads.

She does not know how she fell in love with you. Not because there are no traits of you that aren't loveable but you are opposite to her. She knows that love is selflessness. Maybe it is because you are the embodiment of selflessness that she starts learning how to be better for you. A relationship is more or less a balance of taking and giving, and when you give her so much, she wonders if she were to do the same, would it garner the rewards that you seem to get?

When you give her your tears, and she cups your face and wipes them away from your beautiful eyes, would you do the same for her? When you hold her so tenderly in your arms, she wonders how is that you enjoy her presence outside of just her body warmth. When you bring her a homecooked dish or a purchased pastry with that radiant smile on her face, she suppresses the inquiry on how spending the effort and time on her can possibly make you this pleased with yourself.

She does ask you one day. Why you're so adamant about doing these things for her? You answer that it's because you get to see the small quirk of her lips and the soft flare of her red crosses. She doesn't understand how her expression could make you self-fulfilled. How can you love someone so selfish?

The response that comes from you baffles her.

If she was so selfish then she wouldn't have considered it in the first place, would she? The kisses that she gives is enough to make your heart race. An embrace from her is like an embrace from heaven, and every night within her arms feels as ethereal as the night prior's. Her firm and crass reminders to treat yourself more gently are comforting and heartwarming. Her protectiveness over you tells you that you are loved, worthy of her protection and consideration despite the numerous children and duties she has to attend to. When she pauses her work, without any care to how much or how little she has left incomplete, to greet you properly every time you come home, you're sure that you will always go back home to her. And when she whispers 'I love you' when she thinks you're asleep, you know that those are genuine.

She gives you plenty, you reassure her with your usual grin.

Arlecchino is a selfish person. Or so she thought.

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Discovering | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

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Tim could feel the blood pounding through his veins, the sound reverberated through him. Each pump seemed to get louder and louder. Each thud was felt in his chest. He looked down only to find his hands were shaking beyond his control. If he hadn't drawn his attention away from his heartbeat, he wouldn't have noticed the tremors, or the people rushing around him as he stayed frozen to his spot.

Harper and West were getting equipment. Nolan and Chen were to one side, discussing something that Tim couldn't hear. Grey and the Captain whose name Bradford hadn't bothered to learn were to the other side of the room, silently watching the rest of the station prepare to go into the unknown.

The files that had been given out in the briefing yesterday had instructed each team on what their assignment was. Harper would be going with Nolan to check out the safehouse that was assigned to (Y/N)’s operation to see if there was anything that could hint to her current location. Lopez was to head back to interrogation to attempt to get Williamson to give up any more information. Chen was staying behind with him to review everything from the beginning.

“Hey,” Chen said, bringing Tim’s mind back to him, “Grey is waiting for us in the conference room. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, lead the way.”

-----

“So, from the beginning, Detective Bradford started her undercover operation two years ago on the 5th of May. She last checked in with us on the 17th of May, and was declared legally M.I.A on the 23rd of May.” Sargent Grey said, sticking a post-it note to the left side of the board at the top of the room. He continued sticking post-its as he spoke. “The initial investigation turned up little but her gun was found in the assigned safehouse alongside a bottle of her medication.”

“According to Williamson, he saw her for the last time shortly after that. He turned on her a few days after they went M.I.A. But she didn't know, or she wanted to play it cool because she kept in contact via burner phone semi-regularly.” Chen said, looking down at the notes in front of her.

Tim’s head snapped to face his rookie “Was that when you spoke to him privately, or was this in interrogation?”

“When we were alone.”

“Text Lopez, get him to confess to it on record. If not, it's not solid enough to go from.”

“Tim’s right, Chen, but it's helpful nonetheless.” Grey sighed, “From then on it's pretty rocky. We have a few civilian sightings but nothing concrete. She stayed away from CCTV and any heavily policed areas. She knew to stay hidden. Which doesn’t help us, but we now know that it was intentional. WIlliamson said he spoke to her less than two weeks ago, she was near the Mexican border in Arizona.”

“Does the border patrol know to look out for her?”

“The Captain is alerting them now, as well as local police departments. The FBI has also been told of this development due to the crossing of state lines. They have agreed to give manpower as needed but let’s hope we can keep this in house.”

“So what now? We have barely anything to go from?” Chen tentatively said, trying not to provoke any reaction from her T.O with her words.

“We wait for Lopez to finish her interview with Williamson and then we will make a plan.”

-----

“He seemed to realise he was in a lot of trouble and asked for a lawyer pretty quickly.” Lopez said as she walked into the room, “I did, however, manage to get him to reveal the names of his employers in a trade for a letter from the Watch Commander stating his cooperation to whatever judge he gets assigned.”

Grey nodded his head before prompting Angela to continue.

“I had another Detective look up the names he gave. As expected they are tied to all sorts of crimes; drug distribution, embezzlement, fraud, unlawful use of a lethal weapon. And those are the ones I can remember off the top of my head. However, there is also good news, none of them seem to have a history with kidnapping or anything more extreme, or at least anything that has been reported.”

“And we want to keep it that way, so we will have to be extremely careful with what we do next.” Grey said, moving towards the door to go brief the Captain about their discovery and to start to make a plan of action

“Yeah, but there is one more thing he said before lawyering up.”

“What is it?”

“That we shouldn't waste the manpower on finding (Y/N). He said that she wasn’t the one they wanted to hurt but she was used to punish other people. Her vanishing was only a means to an end.”

Tim could hear his heart begin to pound in his ears once again. He breathed in, then out, then in again. If she wasn't their target, then who was? And if she was only a pawn in their game to hurt somebody else, then what else would they do to ensure their target would suffer. How many more lives had been ruined by these monsters, and how many more would suffer a similar fate to the ones that had gone before them?

“Who were they trying to hurt?” Tim ran his hands through his hair as the question unintentionally tumbled out from him. “Did he give a name?”

“Yeah, that's the thing…” Angela let the words trail off as she tried to compose herself. Tim watched as she took a deep breath. “Williamson claimed that the cartel they were hunting threatened (Y/N) into silence with photos of her loved ones to make you vulnerable.”

“I dont… I dont understand.”

“You were the one they wanted to punish, Tim. This is about you, it always has been.”

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