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inlovewithquestionablecharacters · 7 days

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Hannibal X Reader: An ethical issue

Summary: you wanna fuck your therapist thats it thats the plot

Warnings: smut, sex, penetration (p in v), fingering, pet names, making out, light choking, light bitting, hickeys, patient x therapist, unprotected sex, pet name (dear), not proof read (got lazy)

Word count: 2,9K

“It's unethical, you know?”

You raise your head to look at Hannibal, eyes making contact with his. He can see the questions swimming inside your head. You’d been deep in thought when he’d spoken and he had managed to break your train of thought . You placed your cup on the table, wiping your hands on your legs before focusing on Hannibal once more.

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“It's unethical.”

“What is?”

“Wanting to fuck your therapist.”

Your eyes widen at Hannibal's words. His eyes bore into you, observing the way your face flushed the more he maintained eye contact. You should probably refute him but it's no use. Dr Lecter has seen into the deepest parts of your mind. He knows who you are. And now he knows your secret. The truth is the sessions had really been helping. It wasn't until recently that you’d found an ulterior motive for coming to every session.

You had a crush on your therapist.

You focus your gaze on the wall in front of you, trying your hardest to avoid looking directly at him. Your mind races to try and find something to say but you come up empty. From the corner of your eye you see Hannibal stand. He stays standing for a moment, looking at your frame. You close your eyes as you hear his shoes begin to move against the floor. A nervous sigh leaves your mouth as you feel his body move closer to your position. He stops a couple steps before you, causing you to bite the inside of your cheek. You wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. Maybe you should just apologize to him. Tell him he was right and that you would figure out a way to get over him but that would be a lie. And if there was one thing you could never do to Hannibal was lie. He knew you too well. He'd be able to call you out immediately.

Hannibal watched you squirm slightly, observing your nails scrap against your skin as you rubbed your arms nervously. You still hadn't looked at him. He had already begun to miss the eye contact. Hannibal called out your name.

“Look at me.”

“I can’t.”

“Of course you can, my dear. I want to see your eyes.”

His voice sent shivers down your arms. He was always soft spoken with you but the deepness of his voice as he spoke seemed to have shifted. Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. You have to raise your head a bit to see him properly due to the position you were in. Hannibal stared down at you tenderly. He looked at the doe eyed look that had made its way into your features. A smile spread across his face, a silent way of trying to calm you. Unfortunately it did quite the opposite. His smile seemed to stroke the fire that was already burning in between your legs. You shifted in your seat, trying to conceal your desire for him. Hannibal noticed the way you shift under his gaze. It made him feel powerful. He enjoyed it but he also couldn't help but reach out for you.

“I can help you. If you ask me to.”

You watched Hannibal sink to his knees, allowing him to be face to face with you. You stare into his eyes, head tilting to the side as you do. He reached out for you, one hand moving to caress your thigh as the other made its way to your face. He’s trying his best to hold on, not wanting to go too fast and scare you off.

From the moment he’d first seen you you’d intrigued him. Despite everything you’d been through you were kind and trusting. Maybe even a little too trusting. It made Hannibal feel protective over you. He saw himself as your knight in shining armour and despite you not knowing it he would do anything you asked of him.

“Hannibal…”

Your lips part as his name slips through them. It sounds almost like a moan which causes blood to go rushing down to Hannibal's groin.

“Yes dear?”

“I…I hum-”

“It’s okay. Tell me what you want.”

“You. I want you.”

A satisfied sound left Dr Lecter's lips at your confession. You shut your eyes expecting him to finally close the distance between you two but he doesn’t. Instead he rises from the floor and begins to walk away from you. You give him a puzzled look. Had he just been toying with you? Was this some sort of experiment? If it was you were sure you’d failed. But if that was the case why had he given you a hum of approval?

“Come back to the real world dear. Don’t get stuck inside your own head.”

You forced your brain to focus on what was really happening instead of dwelling on negative thoughts. You’d been exercising your focus ever since your first session with Hannibal and you’d gotten pretty good with coming back to reality. Hannibal could tell by the way you looked at him that you'd managed to silence your mind. He gave you a proud smile.

“That's the fastest you’ve ever focused. Well done dear.”

“Thank you.”

“Come sit with me.”

You rose from your chair, making your way to the blue loveseat Hannibal was sitting in. You left a small amount of space between you too. The appropriate amount of space you thought there should be between a patient and their doctor. Hannibal couldn’t help but shake his head.

“Always so formal.”

“You’re one to talk. I don’t think I've ever seen you without a suit on.”

“Do you think about that a lot? Me without a suit I mean.”

“More often than I should if I'm being honest.”

It was strange. Despite everything that had happened moments ago this whole conversation still felt extremely professional. You felt like you were in one of your regular sessions. The only difference was the change of topics and the sitting layout.

“You can come closer. I won't bite.”

Hannibal paused for a moment, turning his head so that he was looking directly in your eyes.

“Unless you want me to.”

He’d expected you to be shocked, perhaps even to get up from your spot due to his bluntness but to his surprise you didn’t. Actually you did quite the opposite. You began to laugh. He’d never heard the sound of your laugh before but he enjoyed it thoroughly. He’d have to make you laugh more often.

Once your laughter died down you went back to looking at Hannibal. He watched your eyes shift over his face before you lifted your hand. Your fingers grazed against his cheek as you traced his skin. He never broke eye contact, eyes glued to yours even as you caressed his face.

“I don’t think you have any idea how handsome you are.”

Your statement caught him off guard. Your soft touches and loving gaze combined with your tender words had managed to make his head spin. For the first time in a while Hannibal felt his stomach bloom with what he could only describe as butterflies. He’d started off this conversation with the intention of touching on a sore subject, your infatuation with him, and had ended up discovering something about himself. It was unethical for you to want him but what was even worse is that he wanted you too.

He’d moved so quickly that you hadn’t had time to react. Before you knew it Hannibal's lips were crashing into yours. Your body fell down onto the loveset at the force of Hanibal’s kiss, causing you to find yourself trapped beneath him. Your legs widened on instinct, allowing him to slot his large frame between them. Hannibal’s kiss was rough but caring. He nipped at your lower lip as his hands guided you to wrap your arms around his neck. You did as he asked, fingers digging into his shoulders as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. His mouth may have muffled your moans but it couldn't stop you from bucking up into him. You felt the outline of his dick against your thighs causing you to whine.

Hannibal loved the way you felt against him. He loved how your fingers clung to his hair as he kissed you. He loved the feel of your breasts pressed against his chest. But most of all he loved how desperate you were for him. You decided to wear a dress today. You didn’t even really known why but you were glad you had.

And so was Hannibal.

One of his hands traveled down to your clothed cunt his fingers moving to the edge of your dress. He broke the kiss for a moment, leaning his head down so that he could see what he was doing. You watched him push your dress up allowing him to see your underwear. Hannibal’s head snapped up to look at your face. He gave you a small grin.

“Lovely color.”

“Shut u-hum!”

Hannibal’s fingers moved over your lips spreading them open before beginning to insert a digit inside. Your mouth fell open at the feeling, a broken moan slipping from your lips as it did. Hannibal watched your face fill with ecstasy as he continued to finger you. He’d orignally planned on bending you over his desk and fucking you from behind. But now that he’d seen the angelic look that came over your face as he pleasured you he knew he wanted to watch you cum on his dick. He’d fuck you on your back like a gentleman.

Well, perhaps not like a gentleman.

He’s barely done anything and you're already babbling nonsense beneath him.

“Hannibal i-i fuck- there please there.”

“That feel good?”

“Yes please i wanna… i wanna-”

“Tell me what you want dear.”

“I wanna cum. Please make me cum.”

The way you beg for him makes him think the men you’d been with before hadn't really cared about your pleasure. The thought angers him but it also motivates him to show you how good you can feel. He enters a third digit and you can’t help but latch onto him as you cry out. You pull his body closer to yours and he lets you. He feels your hardened nipples rub against his clothed chest making him want nothing more but to rip off his shirt. Later though, right now he needs to focus. His hand moves expertly against your pussy thumb moving to caress your clip as his fingers continue to penetrate you. You sigh out his name making him lift his head from where he was looking so that he could stare into your eyes.

“Hanni… I'm gonna cum.”

“Go on then, cum for me.”

It was as if a verbal command was all that you needed to let loose. The second the words had left Hannibal's lips he felt your cum begin to coat his fingers. He watched your lips part, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you spasmed against him.

What a sight you were.

Hannibal removed his fingers from inside you placing a kiss to your temple before he rose to his feet. Your head lolled to the side, trying to follow him despite your blissed out state. Through blurry vision you saw Hannibal remove his suit jacket placing it carefully on his desk chair. He began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. As he did so he watched you come back to earth. Once you’d gained feeling in your body again you turned over, lifting yourself up so that you could watch Hannibal undress. He felt your eyes on him turning to face you. You gave him a smile which he returned.

“How are you feeling dear?”

“Wonderfull.”

“I’m glad. Tired?”

“Not really. Why?”

Hannibal tugged down his pants in one quick movement allowing his dick to spring free. You watched his member bob for a moment before turning your attention back to his face.

“Because i’m going to fuck you. Take your dress off for me.”

You tugged at the edge of your dress pulling it off your body with ease. Once you’d gotten it off you threw it to the side before moving to unclasp your bra. Hannibal watched you throw your bra in the pile along with the rest of your clothes.

“Stand for me dear.”

You did as he asked, hands moving to fidget with each other as he made his way back to you. Hannibal placed his hands on your cheek, cradling your face in them. His eyes trailed over your naked body before he gazed into your eyes once more.

“You are magnificent.”

Your lips latched onto Hannibals in desperation, legs moving backwards towards the love seat. You crashed down onto a small couch once more tugging Hannibal down with you. You thought maybe he’d scold you for your desperation but by the look in his eyes and the feeling of his hard on against your thigh you could tell he needed this just as much as you did. You spit in your hand moving to stroke Hannibal's dick. He groaned against you, allowing you to caress him for a moment. He rested his face against your neck breathing in your scent as you stroked his member. His teeth grazed against your collarbone making you bite your lip. He sucked at your shoulder enjoying the small gasp that left your lips. Hannibal maneuvered his hand so that he could wrap it around your wrist stopping you from moving.

“That's enough dear. I want to be inside now. Do you want me inside?”

“Yes Dr Lecter.”

Hannibal grined down at you as you gave him a cheeky smile. Without any warning he plunged into you making your body move backwards at the force. He fucked you with incredible speed, hips moving in a pace you didn’t think was possible. You dug your nails into his back as he continued to ram into you. His hand moved to your throat, fingers wrapping around it with a gentle squeeze. Once he saw you didn’t flinch away from him he tightened his grip around you, not enough to stop your breathing but enough to give you a bit of a thrill. It was embarrassing how fast you reached your orgasm. Before you even realized you had begun spilling your juices around Hannibal's dick. You’d been so high on your own plesure you only noticed when Hannibal let ou a small “fuck” against your ear. Your body sagged into the loveseat as Hannibal continued to pistol into you. For someone whose job consisted of sitting for most of the time he had a lot of stamina. You drifted off into your head only realizing Hannibal had finished when you felt his body fall into yours. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you as close into his as fiscally possible. You moved to stroke his hair instinctively, the need to touch him consuming you.

“You did so well for me dear. Rest now.”

Hannibal placed a kiss on your chest. You felt him pull out of you making you feel empty. But you didn’t feel that way for long because before you knew it you had drifted off into sleep.

You woke up on the loveset. Your lips part as you stretch, a yawn escaping your mouth. You could feel something soft surrounding you causing you to open your eyes. A blanket that hadn’t been there when you had fallen asleep was carefully wrapped around your naked frame. You pushed yourself onto your elbow, rubbing your eyes as you gazed around the room.

“Sleep well?”

Your head snapped at the sound of his voice. Hannibal was standing on the other side of the room with his back turned to you. He was still completely naked. When you didn’t respond to his question Hannibal turned on his heels to face you. Instinctively your eyes trailed over his naked body, your mind going to last night's events. You moved to look at the clock on the wall. It read 9 o’clock.

“Don’t you have any appointments today?”

“I canceled.”

“Why would you do that?”

“So that we could have breakfast together.”

Hannibal moved away from the table he’d been working on giving you a clear view of the breakfast he’d laid out. You rose from the loveseat moving towards him. Hannibal watched you make your way to him, admiring the beauty of your body as you moved. He could see the hickeys he’d left on your neck last night. The sight pleased him greatly.

You looked over the contents of the table. Everything looked delicious. You shifted your gaze to Hannibal, a smile spreading over your face. You wrapped your arms around his waist giving him a hug. Hannibal's arms wound around your body, his hands moving to hold your head.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me. Now sit. Your food is getting cold.”

The two of you sat down and began to eat. The room was quiet as you ate. It was a sort of quiet you’d become accustomed too. The quiet that came when your mind decided it needed to jump into action.

“What are you thinking over there?”

“What are we gonna do? About us, I mean. We clearly crossed a line yesterday.”

“Do you regret it?”

“No, of course not. Do you?”

“No. I do not.”

“Someone could find out. It could ruin your job.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t. It’ll be our little secret. Patient confidentiality and all that.”

“Our secret huh?”

“Is that alright with you?”

“Yeah. It is.”

“Wonderful. Now drink your coffee and finish your eggs.”

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mylovelies-docx · 11 months

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 2

Womp, womp. I apologize in advance for this part :)

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: ANGST x3, unrequited feelings, arguments

Word Count: 1,550

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Part 1

Over the next couple of days, you’re kind of glad that Bucky doesn’t reach out. You see each other in the common areas, but he doesn’t offer to hang out or train together, and neither do you. But you’re the type of person that can’t hang on to negative feelings for too long, so after about a week, you’re ready to be ‘just friends’ with Bucky again.

You start by sending him a text, totally innocuous and about something random you’d seen, but his reply is short. A little odd from him, but hey, he’s probably busy at the moment and still feeling a little weird. You’ll try your hardest to get you both past this awkward phase in your friendship.

You glance up from the reports you’d been writing all morning. It’s close to lunch now, so you head to the kitchen to find something appetizing. You hope the chef has been in…

Walking into the kitchen, you see Bucky and Steve sitting at the island. There’s a large spread of food between the two of them, but you know it will be tucked away to their stomachs in no time.

“Hey, boys!” You greet cheerfully.

Steve turns around and gives you a broad smile and a “hey” back. Bucky just slightly nods his head and throws you more of a grimace than a smile.

You squint your eyes at Bucky’s ‘greeting’, but continue on into the room to start preparing a sandwich since there’s no stealing what’s left on the island. You and Steve start up a conversation which Bucky barely participates in except when one of you asks him a direct question. You can see Steve throwing Bucky exasperated looks when he thinks you won’t notice.

You throw everything into the sandwich press to heat up and turn around to lean against the counter and peer over at the boys. Bucky sits at the island, just spooning food into his mouth and ignoring you and Steve to the best of his ability.

“What’s up with you?” you finally question him.

Steve shoots a panicked look between you and Bucky, which lets you know that Bucky must have told him about what you’d said. Which, to be expected, you suppose. They’re best friends. And you’d already told Nat and Wanda about everything, anyway.

“Me?” he questions. Bucky looks at you kind of puzzled before going on, “I’m just… trying to help?” He says this more as if questioning the validity of his plan than giving an actual answer.

You’re quick to laugh it off. “Jesus, Buck. I agreed we should stop fucking, not stop being friends.”

Steve’s eyes widen further and Bucky chokes. He has to clear his throat before he can respond properly. “I guess that’s not a secret anymore, huh?”

You frown at him. “I figured you’d already told him everything – Nat and Wanda know.” You throw an apologetic look Steve’s way. “I’m sorry, Stevie. Didn’t mean to upset your delicate constitution.”

“Har har,” he quips. You smile brightly back at him.

Bucky sighs deeply. “I just don’t think –”

“Stop,” you interrupt him. “I told you to forget about it.”

“Well, it’s kind of fucking hard to forget,” Bucky gripes, stabbing his spoon down into his bowl.

You freeze for a moment before saying anything. You blink several times and take in a deep, calming breath.

“Hey Steve, could you give us a second?” you ask quietly. The man needs no further prompting; he’s immediately out of his seat and through the doors with a supportive little grin thrown your way before he’s out of sight.

You’re still leaning back against the counter, but now you pull your arms up to cross over your chest. You hate that all your hard work over the last few days might derail so quickly. You were already vulnerable once, and it didn’t turn out how you wanted; you’re not sure if you can do it again.

“I said I’d handle it, Buck.”

“Yeah, well, maybe I can’t.” Bucky looks up at you, his jaw tight.

His anger is so far from expected, you’re unsure what’s going on. You pitch your head forward, disbelieving.

“What?”

“Maybe I can’t handle it; did you think of that?” he repeats. His chair scrapes across the floor as he stands up, fists gripping the edge of the counter. “Did you think that maybe I’d be uncomfortable knowing how you feel about me?”

“Buck–” you try.

“No, Y/N.” There’s reproach in his voice. He takes a visible calming breath and lets up on the countertop before it begins to crumble.

As much as it hurt the other night, this is a million times worse. This isn’t embarrassment about being rejected anymore – you can live with that – but his genuine anger over your confession guts you. You inhale a shaky breath and prepare yourself.

“I told you time and again that I don’t want a relationship. We agreed before we started anything that there wouldn’t be feelings. You promised me. You lied.”

“I didn’t lie,” you try to defend. “I honestly didn’t feel like this in the beginning.”

“But when you started to get feelings for me, you didn’t try to stop us! You let it go on, thinking that I’d change my mind!”

“Now wait a minute –”

“I’m just…” he takes a deep breath in and out. Again. His shoulders drop and he shakes his head, the fight leaving him. “I’m trying my best not to be angry. But I am.”

Bucky looks up from where he’s been staring at the floor, trying to avoid looking at you more than necessary. You can only imagine the look of hurt on your face as Bucky fights back a defeated sigh.

“Look. I know it’s not your fault – I never should have suggested it in the first place.”

“Bucky–”

“And I wish I hadn’t.”

You suck in a tight breath between your teeth. Bucky wishes he’d never suggested it? That means he wishes he’d never slept with you at all, right? Regrets spending all the time with you that lead to being as good of friends as you are? Or were, you guess.

He regrets it? Regrets you?

Goddamn. There’s a pain so deep inside your chest, you can’t distinguish the feeling from having a bullet lodged in your lungs. You rub deep and hard with your knuckles against your sternum, drawing the pain outwards.

There’s silence in the room.

“I see,” you whisper shakily. You suck your bottom lip roughly between your teeth and nod your head slowly, looking away from Bucky.

You’re unsure of where to go from here. Obviously you and Bucky can’t go back to the way things were – you can’t just pretend like you hadn’t taken a sledgehammer to your friendship that night after the movies.

You catch sight of Bucky from your peripheral vision. He takes his rough hands and runs them through his long brown hair, gathering it into a bun at the nape of his neck. You know it’s a nervous habit more than functional, given the situation you’ve found yourselves in.

It guts you to realize that your admission has caused him this much stress, caused him so many negative emotions. He’s worked so hard after all the shit Hydra put him through. Worked to make himself into a normal man with boundaries he wanted and needed respected.

And you hadn’t done that. You’d trampled all over the lines he’d drawn in the sand, barrelled right up and over to the other side.

“I didn’t mean –”

“Don’t you dare apologize, James Barnes,” you command. He looks slightly surprised by the hardness of your tone and the sound of his real name in your mouth. You hadn’t called him by his given name since becoming friends. “I’m the only one responsible for my own decisions, no matter who brought up the idea. I agreed. I caught feelings. I ruined it. Not you.” Your voice softens to make sure that Bucky knows you’re not angry with him. Not over something you did. “Don’t apologize for my mistakes.”

You step away from the countertop, moving so that you’re on the same side of the island as Bucky. Face-to-face now, but with a meter of space separating you, you look directly into Bucky’s eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

It takes him a moment to stop reeling from the sheer intensity of your apology. The sincerity behind those last two words blowing through him but also rooting him to the spot. Bucky swallows thickly and nods once, accepting your apology.

You blow out a breath and crook him a sad smile. You place one foot back, taking half of a small step away from Bucky, giving him space. Giving you space.

“I’ll go see if there are any extended missions. Maybe go help out with some of the conflicts going on.”

Giving him a lot of space.

“Doll.”

“It’s alright,” you say, still with the sad smile. “Maybe Nat can go on that mission with you, huh? You’ll have more fun together, anyway.”

“We would have had fun together,” he said.

The ‘if you hadn’t messed it up’ left unspoken, you thought sadly. You flatten your lips and put on a thoughtful expression, nodding your head after a moment.

“Yeah, we would have.”

Part 3

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void-18 · 11 months

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DAR NATASHA: JEALOUS

Trigger: Smut, forced pregnancy, and violence

(Natasha pov)

Y/n and I were currently at one of Tony's big events. As I was sent by Fury to make sure nothing happened to Tony I couldn't help but feel attracted to his little sister, Y/n Stark. Y/n was only 3 years younger than me and was just as smart as her brother. I had kept my cover from getting blown until I started to watch Y/n more than Tony. I started to make sure nobody would come close to her, touch her, and I even became personally close with her. We would sit in her room and talk about anything and everything, we became close. It got so close that we developed feelings for each other, we started with little things like subtle touches, whispering things, and hanging out when I wasn't watching Tony. It was until I started to lose focus of the mission and decided to dedicate myself to strengthening my relationship with Y/n. I didn't mean to feel anything for this girl, for once in my life, something caught me by surprise. I was caught when Y/n and I were making out on her bed. I was about to remove her shirt when Tony came in raising hell.

Once my cover was blown, Fury directed me to stay away from Y/n and help Tony figure out whose behind all the chaos. Did I listen to the order? Of course not. I paid heavy attention to Tony and the mission but I also made time for Y/n. In total we have been dating for 6 months and we've been happy together. The only thing I would say is the pain in the ass is Tony, Fury, and everyone around Y/n. They keep getting in the way of us being happy.

My thoughts were cut off when I see Y/n brought up on stage along with Tony's business partner. As Tony was giving his speech, the partner stayed besides Y/n putting his hand on her waist and whispering things in her ear, Y/n giggled at it. To say I was enraged was an understatement, I was beyond that. I could feel the heat rising to my face as that piece of shit touches my girl. I stand up from my seat and leave to the backstage, by the time I get there the speech was over. I watch from behind the curtain as Tony and Y/n go into a separate section of the stage as the business partner stays in my sight.

I come from behind the curtain silently as he stays looking down at a computer typing away. I see him get a glance of me from the corner of his eye.

" Hey, lady you're not supposed to be here-"

I cut him off by grabbing his arm and rotating it backwards and then up before slamming him on the desk. He shouts in pain and the stage outside is still loud, muffling his shouts. I hold his arm in place.

I put my other arm on his neck putting pressure.

" Tell me, why'd you touch her!"

He chokes on his own spit before spitting out

" she's just a friend please!!"

I didn't listen to his cries, instead I twisted his arm at an irregular angle, hearing his screams become more desperate as the arm twitches. He was being too damn noisy so I slammed his head on the desk another time, watching as his body slumps to the floor.

I calm myself down before heading to Y/ns dressing room. She needs to be punished for what she did. I open the door to see her sitting on her chair fiddling with her phone. She looks up at me and her face changes to surprise then to fearful, I guess she saw I wasn't happy.

I lock the door to the room and walk to her bed taking a seat.

"Y/n, could you tell me why you were rubbing against that guy on stage."

I crossed my legs waiting for her answer

" Nat- Baby I didn't mean for it to seem that way, he's a really decent guy."

"Decent? Well that decent guy is laying on the ground right now, passed out with a broken arm. Do you think decency is worth that?"

She looked horrified by what I said, I knew she didn't know what to say next

" lay your upper body on your desk now."

I instructed her calmly and she did as I said. I felt myself grow hard seeing her in this position.

" spread your legs babe"

I could hear her heavy breathing as she shivered, waiting for what I'd do. I pressed my front to her back and whispered "prepare yourself Y/n, you're gonna need it."

I hike up her dress all the way up to her breast, almost ripping it in the process. I lay her hands on each side of her head telling her to keep them there.

I harshly pull her breasts out from her bra, still leaving it on letting them push her breasts up on the desk. She shudders as the cold air hits her breasts and ass. I run my hands down her sides and down to her ass where I caress and grab it before giving it a harsh smack, earning a whimper from her. I could see a little bit of wetness through her underwear turning me on even more.

I rub myself through my dress as I look at the sight of her, across her own makeup desk waiting for me patiently. I hike up my dress to my waist and stroke my cock through my underwear. I decide to press my hardness on Y/n so she can know what to expect. I see her shift a bit making me groan as her wetness touched my clothed dick. I take her waist and start humping her from behind, laying my head on her back. I did this about 5 times before freeing my cock and stroking it a bit. I move Y/ns panties up a bit so each fold could go up her ass, I finally move the piece she's been wanting. I see the mess she's made and move her panties to the side before roughly entering her. I didn't give her a chance to relax to my size, I roughly slammed into her not caring if she yelped in pain. She tried to get a hold of my hips from behind but I put her into the same head lock I did the man and continued to roughly fuck her.

She kept moaning loudly as her breasts were squished on the desk, moving up and down from my thrusts. Her hands were restrained behind her back as I used my other arm to hold down her head into the desk.

" NAT PLEASE UGH-"

I kept thrusting rough and fast

I got close to her ear

" you need to learn a lesson Y/n. You should've e never touched him." I gritted into her ear before speeding up my thrusts. It was hard to keep slamming into her considering she was squeezing me very tightly and her own pre-cum didn't help.

I kept slamming into her roughly as my balls kept smacking her ass. The lip glosses and other things on the desk have already fallen off and the mirror was holding on as the desk shook roughly. Y/n kept moving her legs trying to wiggle away from my thrusts but that only made me go harder as she screamed for me to slow down.

I didn't have protection on so this was my chance to keep Y/n with me, indefinitely. I kept slamming into her until I felt her clench around me, whimpering that she couldn't take it any longer. I soon felt her clench hard enough to stop my hard thrusts as her body shook, I could feel her cum wrap around my cock as she tried to push me out. I still kept her in the same position till she stopped huffing and caught her breath. As soon as she did, she unclenched around me. I decided to stay inside letting her adjust to me just a bit.

She squirmed making me growl

" Nat I've learned my lesson, you can take it out now. I'll finish you off another way." She said out of breath

I went to her temple and kissed it, letting my cock fully sink into her. She moaned since she was still sensitive. I went to her ear and whispered.

" That's not gonna happen baby"

Her eyes went wide as I started to jackhammer into her as deeply as I could, chasing my high. She kept kicking my legs and moaning for me to stop.

" please Nat, I can't take another round!" Her mouth had a little bit of drool hanging from her moaning so much. I took my hand off her neck and caught her leg propping it on the desk while the other tried to find footing on the ground.

God I could feel that I was hitting a new spot as her moans got louder. I couldn't have anyone possibly ruin this so I shove three fingers in her mouth to shut her up.

" suck on my fingers baby hmm."

She sucks on them as I continue my assault on her swollen pussy until I feel myself close to cumming. I sped up and I'm sure Y/n felt me twitching. I took my fingers outta her mouth and wrapped it around her neck

" Nat! Nat! Please pull out, I'm not on the pill!"

I kiss on her ear

" let's start a family baby" as I thrust harder and lean my weight on her, keeping her hands in place.

" Nat please no-"

She continues to struggle, wiggle, and kick my thighs but I roughly continue and ignore her pleas as I thrust forward biting her neck grunting as I release my warm cum inside her. She goes abruptly forward stiffening with me as her insides are painted with my cum. She gasps at the warm sensation inside her aching pussy as I thrust slowly into her to get every last drop out.

I finally let go of her arms and slowly pull out as she whines. She breathlessly lays there as I watch our mixed cum leak out of her red swollen pussy. I lean over her, kiss her cheek, and whisper.

" hopefully you've learned your lesson dorogoy (darling)."

A/N

She's backkkkkkk aka me, how have ya'll been? Anyways, if you have any suggestions on what to write next, you can either PM me or write it in the comments! Happy reading nuggets:)

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prettyeyesnof4ce · 2 years

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hey, i have a request. matt accidentally yells at reader and she slips into a panic attack and matt has to bring her back to reality

Adtrita

Matt Murdock x GN!reader

A/N: Hello! I hope this didn’t drag on longer than expected, I went above and beyond to make this prompt work like I thought it deserved. Also, I hope making the reader gender neutral is ok. Otherwise, enjoy.

WC: 2.8k

Warnings/Tags: typical argument about daredevil, use of y/n, panic attack, heavy angst with comfort, mentions of blood and injury, and as always matt’s guilt.

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Awaking beside your significant other was something anyone could get used to. It was supposed to be an experience you’d happily take advantage of, soaking up those little moments before slipping away.

However, for you two, those moments always had room for arguments.

Matt’s skin was heated, which was a given, having awoken pressed against his back Nose hovering just above his shoulder, your eyes minded the light in the room, breath steadying as every other sense adjusted.

Matt was still in slumber. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to disturb him, “desperately needed the rest” you thought. However, those humble, sweet thoughts were just the calm before the storm.

The damp sensation hit you first before you found where it came from. Red, as deep and carmine as ever.

It wasn’t the blood itself that scared you at all, what really frightened you was the absence of reaction. Desensitized, for lack of a better word.

Only, yes, it did warrant a reaction, causing words that had been bubbling inside you for the longest to climb the walls of your throat.

Your deep exhale alone was what had awoken Matt, if the sudden loss of your warmth against his backside wasn’t enough to do it. Taking a step back, you gawked at the round stain just beneath his torso.

He’d sustained this wound just hours ago, yet the way he stitched it was way too shallow to have kept it stable through the night. The blood had seeped through, spilling over his side and down his back, smeared thanks to your presence behind him. It was firmly permeated on your night shirt, covering the entire lower half of your torso, almost lurching onto your thighs. How you didn’t notice through the night was baffling.

“Mmm” Matt was beginning to stir, reaching his left arm out toward you as he shot awake to the unmistakable scent of copper. He pressed his palm flat against the wound, wincing as he steadied himself to sit up. You could only watch with no semblance of emotion, only a ball of tension settling in your throat silently.

“Fuck” He muttered, feeling around the area and then figuring out that his blood had spread onto you.

You were peering down and then back up at the staining while he faced you and attempted to speak. His mouth teetered from open to shut. Somehow he could already sense the discomfort building in you, almost accompanying his own.

“Are you ok?” He hesitated for a moment before speaking, taking note of the way your breath was low, almost trembling.

“...are you?” You barely managed, only a small whisper emerging in the sea of your thoughts. It was impossible to appreciate Matt asking you that first, it only elevated the way in which you ached after him.

“Yes, I’m fine, just a little blood–”

“It’s not just a little blood, Matt” The words finally came to light, choking back a sob as your eyes couldn’t help but focus on the now dried blood that was spread seemingly everywhere. Any thought of helping him restitch it or cleaning him off was overshadowed by the obvious sadness you felt.

Sadness representing that you were fucking tired, the way tears collecting in your ducts let Matt know that pain within you without needing a descriptor. Your chest caved and filled with oxygen again and again, big heaves preparing Matt for more.

“It’s a lot, it's too much” Your words transcended the literal context, yet Matt refused to acknowledge it that way just yet. He knew exactly what you meant beyond the surface.

The environment that the tension created was thick, too thick for 7 in the morning. But, this was a unique disposition, it wasn’t everyday that a relationship had the propensity to barrel toward chaos at all times because of one partners’ occupation. It was an unconventional thing that threatened either of your wellbeing, a whirlwind of emotions was expected. The same way you expect thunder on a cloudy day. Like a timebomb that kept getting reset to its former. This wouldn’t be the first time a rude awakening such as this one warranted yet another argument.

“So what, it was a bad job, I’ll do better next time–” Matt began, beginning to get off the bed.

“What if there is no next time…” you switched back to a mumble, prompting Matt to scoff. Your chest suddenly felt heavy.

“Sweetheart–I’ll be fine” He began, about to reach out with his right hand in an attempt to comfort you, but you leaned backward to dodge it. His mouth flattened at your reaction, the glint of impatience becoming visible in the way he blinked rapidly.

“What if you like the way you hurt, Matthew?” Your voice elevated higher than a mumble, sternly stating your concern. Even if his expression roused fear in you, you were exhausted from witnessing his pain. The blood that Matt shed from his righteousness was now spreading onto you, a weight that you feared would never settle correctly. It was clotting and stalling the bloodstream of this union.

“W’makes you think that?” Matt’s head was 45 degrees to the left and his eyebrows furrowed. He was standing now, his body slanted due to the wound’s effect. Seeing the red that damaged the gray fabric of the pants he wore was too much, somehow worse than gazing at the deep cut that lay across his middle itself.

Sometimes you didn’t recognize him, both in the suit he donned and when he was home. When he was home he was supposed to be your boyfriend, not some man questioning the faith he had in himself and what he was doing. At this very moment, you couldn’t see your lover, what you saw was a bloody mess, consequences of an unruly life even.

“You brush this off like its fucking nothing…aren’t you tired?” Your hands gestured outward, looking up and down at him almost disgusted.

“Baby…” Matt wanted to tread as light as his mind would allow, hiding behind names that he’d call you any other time to steer this growing argument into some semblance of calm. It came out more condescending than comforting.

You tried to steady your breathing as you remained on the opposite side of the bed.

“You can’t keep doing this–” you began on a choked breath.

“Stop it! this is my life!” Matt barked, his tone deep and frightening. Those words rolled off his tongue with such ferocity, voice velvet-deep yet insecure, without any hesitation.

With your body jolting suddenly, your heart rate then shot through the roof.

Matt was stuck on the words he’d just yelled for a moment until he steered his mental focus to your body. You’d gone quiet yet your chemistry was nothing short of alarming. The intensified rate at which your blood pumped reverberated in his ears, breathing pattern letting him know the unmistakable.

You were caught in a panic attack. This was the first time he’d ever bore witness to one of yours, and it was like one giant sucker punch to his radar. He could deal with the guilt he felt toward his actions later, right now he had to focus on the consequences of the argument. Raising his voice turned out to be deadly.

“y/n?” He felt his own heart boom louder in his chest, a whirlwind of things to take in as he listened to your breath quickening.

You grunted in panic as you struggled to breath in a timely fashion, that detail filling him with more dread than any other signal your body was giving him. Those labored breaths were singled out in his head, the thud of the tears meeting your cheeks accompanying them. It was a horrific cacophony for Matt, eventually piecing together reality and what he needed to do.

The utterance of your name on his tongue got sucked into the void of your brain, fading away as everything around you didn’t feel real. You were staring blankly, arms at your sides until you noticed Matt coming around the bed, expression laced with concern.

“Are you ok?” He extended a hand out by your shoulder as he hovered in front of you.

Hearing those words yet again would’ve sent you into a frenzy in the context of the previous argument, instead they weren’t recognizable anymore. He was desperate to try and get to your conscience, but right now it was stowed and buried in a deep crevice far away. All you could do was freeze in place as you continued to struggle with breathing.

Matt took matters into his own hands, placing hands at either of your shoulders and motioning you to turn. He wanted you to take a seat on the bedside, which was difficult due to your body going stiff.

“I’m here, I’m here–” He reassured through silent whispers. Those words were slowly making their way through the drum of your heartbeat to get to your thoughts, it was hard to focus on anything else but the empty feeling inside you. Once you focused back on his face, they rang clear and you grabbed the hand he extended in yours. The warmth his grip provided was calming, eventually letting your body defrost so you could move again.

He took a seat beside you after you firmly sat on the bed, hands returning around your tensed shoulders. They began to settle down once he prompted more words of aid.

“Count your breaths with me…can you do that, sweetheart?” Matt continued to whisper softly, almost feeling inclined to press his forehead to your temple. He thought the presence of his being close to yours would help you come back quicker. To restore the warmth that escaped your body as you rode out the attack.

The hyperventilating scared Matt, as if he had to endure this ordeal as well, experiencing it vicariously through you. He tried not to let it deter him from comforting you.

You nodded fervently, your upper half rocking ever so slightly, challenging the compressed way at which Matt was holding you.

“Ok, ready?...one…two…three–” Matt began slowly, taking note of how your heart rate was beginning to steady after the first couple counts. It took a second to adjust to repeating it in unison, but slowly you found profound comfort in hearing his smooth voice counting alongside yours. It helped with bringing you to the surface, the reality that your partner was right there crading you in his arms, and that he wasn’t some monster who was out to hurt you.

Matt had convinced himself he was one, in more ways than one. That was for another time, though. Right now his only job was to reel you back into this world that he’d accidentally thrown you out of.

You’d both gotten up to twenty before he checked back in with your delicate state. It relieved him to hear your beats had slowed significantly, normalcy now replaced your once ragged breaths. Your head was now in the crook of his neck, nuzzling into it further once you felt comfortable.

“I’m right here, y/n, I’m not going to hurt you” Matt said in repetition, even repeating it in his own conscience as a way to reassure the guilt now well-settled in his chest. It stung like an impossibly cold frost, despite the heat of you pressing into him tight. Heat that was supposed to make him feel better in reciprocation but it only helped you. For him it was like a blazing reminder of the mess he’d made, thinking of the words you’d expressed about, well, everything.

You were tired of this life, this life that he’d incidentally roped you into. Matt pondered that every night, yet hearing you cry out in anger about it confirmed those thoughts he often lost himself in.

That guilt of condemning you to this pain burned a cross-shaped hole in his heart, repenting for this sin would prove impossibly difficult. He wanted to punish himself a thousand times over, more than he already did as Daredevil, to make it up to you. Maybe you were right, it was consuming him whole, leaving little to no room for at least one non-selfless act. He didn’t believe in giving up that valiant part of himself, he’d cling to it with his dying breath if it came to it.

Matt sighed, both at the relief of your now silenced body, and in response to those harrowing thoughts. He had to carry out his duty, thinking of next steps. The realization that either of you were still covered in blood dawned on him.

“Matthew?...” you began, the ability to speak having returned after the worst being over. Shaking due to the aftermath, your hands finally came up to the arms wrapped around you, finding stability to cling to as your vision unblurred.

“Yes–I’m here” Ambling in a whisper, Matt closed his eyes and took in your scent, sifting past the blatant copper scent to get to your recognizable one.

“I’m sorry”

His heart sank even deeper at your hesitant apology, he couldn’t fathom it, almost scoffing at your sudden selflessness despite him being the cause of all this. You were too good for him, and that realization sliced like a hot knife.

“No, I’m sorry” He stated promptly, releasing the embrace and shifting so he could cup your face in his hands. Those sightless eyes stared back at you, finding purchase in the hazel hue. You searched for any words to say while silently accepting his apology that spoke to you in the form of his body language. The way he held you spoke of intense remorse, understanding that he understood the nature of what had transpired. His caress on your face was enough to keep you wordless, eventually getting cut off by his next words.

“We need to clean up…do you trust me to clean you up?” He asked, expression still riddled with complication yet it was in effort to remain gentle.

Despite your weakened state, you mentally rolled over at his intrepid selflessness again. He was sitting here telling you he’d clean you up even though he was the one bruised and frankly slashed. The twist in your gut from the earlier argument arose again, thinking back on it, yet folding it over and letting it sit for another time. Self preservation was the best way to tread on this situation. Right now, you couldn’t refuse just this one act that you knew would absolve some of the guilt coursing through him.

You gulped. “Yes, I do”

He’d sat back up, holding a grunt back due to the wound yet again. Matt held his hands out to grasp yours, helping you stand back up. And stand you did, until he stepped to your side.

“Here, let me carry you” Matt gestured.

“What about that?” He knew you meant the injury. Staring back at his side threatened to upset you the same way it had before, trying not to focus on the blood. Your question made him rush to reply, knowing you were bordering on that fear again because of the spike in your heart rate.

“Don’t worry, angel–” He began.

“I’m fine” It was a stern reassurance that attempted to put a thin band-aid over the obvious figurative bruise. He followed your footsteps of dodging any and all tension, focusing the energy on repairing whatever could be repaired. You had to carry on with what this hard morning had thrown your way.

With that, you allowed him to pick you up bridal, the weight of you being slightly difficult to adjust to given his state. He’d steadied eventually, his muscles flexing deftly under your arms which were wrapped around his neck. You squeezed your eyes shut as he walked toward the bathroom.

A shower, huh, what a metaphor.

The guilt was seeping into you now, but you tried to remind yourself that you had no choice but to let him do this on his own accord. To deny his caretaking would be like offending that beautiful nature he possessed. All he could do was give all of himself, give, give, give, until there was no shred of sanity left.

With Matt’s blood washing away under the water’s descent on your bodies, you sunk into his chest, soaking in the way he held you close. Turning to the side, you found comfort in the gray tiles, Matt accompanying that feeling with barely there hums. The longing you felt for him was incomparable, and you had no other option but to melt into the generosity. It was both excruciating and tragic, but who were you to deny his most preferred way to express himself. The only way Daredevil knew how.

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 3 months

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Mise en Place, Chapter 2

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: M

Story Summary: Follows the development of Chef!Matt & Reader's relationship after the events of Cooking Up Love.

Story Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness, no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, developing relationship, things gone get SPICY later 🔥 (aka smut in future chapters), more tags to come as the story progresses

Chapter Word Count: ~2500

A/N: Hope everyone enjoys Chef Matt & Reader's first official date! 🥰

Divider by @theradioactivespidergwen

Tag List: @danzer8705 @capylore @shouldbestudying41

Matt ran through his mental checklist as he waited for you to arrive. Okay, table is set, wine is open and breathing, salad dressing is made, garlic bread is warming in the oven, pasta is ready to boil, sauce is finished, chicken is ready… Should I have lit some candles?

He was contemplating changing his shirt when he heard a car slow down to a stop in front of his building. She's here.

He heard you thank your cab driver and shut the door, then take a deep breath before you walked inside Matt's apartment building.

Matt waited until you had made your way upstairs before heading to answer the door, resisting the urge to just throw it open before you had even reached his apartment.

He took a deep breath of his own as you knocked. Here we go.

He opened the door, the slight uptick in your heartbeat surprisingly calming his own nerves somewhat. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you replied.

Matt moved out of the doorway. “Come on in.”

He waited as you stepped inside then closed the door behind you.

You wrapped your arms around him in a hug. “How are you?”

Matt briefly tucked his face into your neck as he hugged you back. “I'm good,” he replied. “How was the rest of your day?”

You gave him a quick squeeze before stepping back. “It was good. I stayed busy, made some notes for my next assignment. How was yours?”

“Mine was good too. I went to the market then started prepping everything for dinner tonight.”

You hummed. “It smells amazing in here, by the way.”

Matt smiled. “Thanks. And actually, everything is ready if you're ready to eat.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great.” Matt held a hand out to you. “Then follow me.”

You took his hand and he led you up the stairs to the roof. “I figured since it was fairly warm tonight we could have dinner up here.”

You let out a light gasp as the two of you stepped out onto the roof. “Matt, this is beautiful.”

Matt grinned. Foggy had helped him set everything up -- they had put twinkle lights up around the perimeter of the rooftop and had spruced up the space with unused decorations from the restaurant in an effort to make the space look romantic and date-like. “I'm glad you like it.”

He led you to the table he had set for the two of you and pulled your chair out for you. “Here, have a seat.”

After you were seated, he poured you each a glass of wine and set the bottle back on the table. “Give me just a second to go get our salads.”

“Okay.”

Matt ran downstairs and put the pasta to boil, then plated your salads before bringing them back upstairs.

He set yours in front of you. “Okay, here you go.”

“Thank you.”

Matt sat across from you. “So, what's your next article about?”

“It's about the need for donations to Clinton Church’s food bank,” you replied.

A smile spread across Matt's face. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. I met with Father Lantom last Monday for an interview about the various programs the church offers and he mentioned that the food pantry had been running low, so I decided to focus my article on that -- although I am still mentioning the other programs, of course. After all, winter is right around the corner so there's going to be a greater need for coat donations really soon.”

Aha, Matt thought. So that was the errand that Father Lantom had been on when Matt had gone to get his culinary supplies from the church.

You took a sip of wine before continuing. “My coworkers and I are also setting up a donation drive at work. Along with my article next Monday we'll be publishing a list of items that are needed and placing donation boxes in the lobby of the Bulletin ’s office building, then the following Monday my boss and I are going to go deliver all of the donated goods to Clinton Church along with a monetary donation from the newspaper to help fill in whatever they're still short on.”

“That's a wonderful gesture.”

There was a slight rustle of fabric as you shrugged. “Getting to volunteer with you at the church’s soup kitchen made me want to raise more awareness for people in need, so why not use the platform I’ve been given access to in order to do so?”

Matt shook his head. He couldn't believe he had ever thought you were anything like how that Kelsie woman had depicted you. “You're amazing, you know that?”

“You're the amazing one. Getting to know you these past couple of weeks…” You paused. “You are genuinely one of the most interesting people I've ever interviewed and I'm really happy to have met you.”

Matt smiled. “I'm really happy to have met you too. And I'm sorry once again for everything.”

“No, it's okay. It was a misunderstanding, but at least we were able to resolve it, right?”

Matt nodded. “Thank you for forgiving me.”

“Of course.” You took a bite of your salad and made an appreciative sound. “Oh, wow. I'm assuming you made this dressing, right?”

Matt nodded. “Yeah.”

“I can tell. This is way better than the store-bought stuff.”

The two of you finished your salads, then Matt took your empty plates back down and placed them in his sink so he could finish plating the chicken parmesan.

He spooned a bit of marinara sauce on top of each chicken breast, then grated some fresh mozzarella cheese over them before sticking the pan back into the oven to broil for a minute and melt the cheese while he plated the now-cooked pasta and extra sauce.

He took the chicken out of the oven and plated each one, adding a sprinkle of fresh basil along with a piece of homemade garlic bread on the side. Perfect.

He carried the plates upstairs and set them onto the table. “Alright, dinner is served.”

He sat and waited as you took a bite.

“Oh my gosh, this is so good,” you said after you had chewed and swallowed.

Matt let out a relieved breath. “I'm glad you like it.”

“Mmm.” You took another bite. “Definitely.”

The two of you continued talking even after you had finished your dinner, the hours passing like minutes with the comfort the two of you felt with each other.

“I was thinking we'd have dessert downstairs if that's alright with you,” Matt eventually said as he stood and gathered your plates, utensils, and wine glasses. “I can't finish making it until it's ready to serve and rather than make you wait up here I figured we could just eat it down there.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you replied as you also stood. “Here, let me help you pick the rest of this stuff up.”

Matt shook his head. “No, that's okay, I'll take care of the table stuff later.”

You took the wine glasses from him. “At least let me get these for you.”

Matt opened his mouth to protest again but closed it when you adjusted the wine glasses to carry them in one hand and linked the fingers of your free hand in Matt's now-free one. “Okay,” he said instead.

The two of you walked back downstairs, Matt hoping that the rest of the evening turned out just as well as the beginning had.

To your slight disappointment, Matt let go of your hand once the two of you reached the bottom of the stairs back in his apartment.

He took the wine glasses back from you and nodded over towards the barstools by his kitchen island. “You can have a seat if you want.”

You sat and watched as he set the dirty dishes in his sink then went to his refrigerator, pulling out a metal bowl covered with cling wrap and a carton of heavy cream and setting them on the island in front of you. “Ooh, what's this?”

Matt took a measuring cup out of a drawer and measured out some cream before pouring it into the mixing bowl that was already set up on the island and turning his mixer on. “Chocolate mousse. I can't do the last few steps until I'm actually ready to serve it, so in hindsight I probably should've made something else for dessert so you wouldn't have to be sitting here waiting for me to finish making it.”

You shook your head. “No, it's totally okay. I like watching you cook, even if it just means watching you whip cream in a mixer.”

Matt tilted his head up towards you. “Yeah?”

You nodded. Matt 's ex must not've liked having to wait. “Yeah.”

A smile spread across Matt's face. “Well then you're in luck, because after I whip the cream you also get to watch me mix it into the chocolate.”

You let out a light laugh. “Ooh, exciting.”

Matt's smile morphed into a grin. “Very. Oh by the way, I wasn't sure what drink pairing you'd prefer with dessert so I got several different options, including chai and both regular and decaf coffee in case you didn't want more wine or any extra caffeine than what's already in the chocolate.”

Your heart warmed at Matt's thoughtfulness. “Whichever one you think goes best with it is fine with me.”

Matt nodded. “Chocovine it is then.”

He took two cordial glasses out of a cabinet and gave them a quick rinse, then took what looked like a wine bottle full of chocolate milk out of the wine fridge on his counter.

He poured a bit into each glass and handed one to you before turning the mixer off and testing the consistency of the whipped cream with a spatula.

You watched as Matt nodded in satisfaction then carefully folded all but a few scoops of whipped cream into the bowl of chocolate, your eyes firmly on his biceps as they flexed under his shirt with each rotation of the spatula.

Matt grabbed a couple of cocktail glasses and layered some chocolate mousse into them before topping each one with more whipped cream and fresh chocolate shavings.

He put a small tasting spoon into each one and slid yours over to you. “Dessert is served.”

“Thank you.” You took a bite and let out a pleased moan, the freshly whipped cream tempering the subtle bitterness of the dark chocolate Matt had used. “Ohmigod, Matt, this is heavenly. Totally worth waiting for.”

Matt took a bite of his own dessert. “I’m glad.”

He nodded over at your cordial glass. “Try it with the Chocovine.”

You picked up your glass and took a sip, your eyebrows raising in surprise at the bittersweetness. “What exactly is in this?”

Matt chuckled. “It's red wine that's been mixed with milk chocolate.”

“Ah, okay, it's good. I can definitely see why you'd pair it with chocolate mousse.” You took another bite of your dessert. “It gives it a bit of sweetness without being overpowering.”

Matt nodded. “Exactly. There's several different varieties, but the original goes best with this particular dessert.”

He gestured to his face. “Uh, you have a little…”

“Oh.” You wiped at your mouth. “Did I get it?”

Matt shook his head and walked around the island to you.

He gently cupped your chin in his hand and caressed the corner of your mouth with his thumb before leaning down and pressing his lips to yours.

You froze for half a second before relaxing into the kiss, the subtle taste of chocolate on Matt's lips making you smile against his mouth.

Matt caressed your cheek as the two of you parted. “I think we got it.”

You huffed out a light laugh. “You think so, huh?”

Your brow furrowed as a realization struck you. “Hey, wait, how'd you even know I had chocolate mousse on my face?”

Matt suddenly looked bashful. “Oh, uh, actually I didn't, I just wanted an excuse to kiss you.”

You smiled and shook your head. As suave and flirty as Matt was, sometimes he was just adorably cute. “You know, you don't need an excuse.”

Matt bit his lip. “I don't?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Well in that case…” Matt cupped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours again.

You wrapped your arms around him, your head swimming pleasantly as he deepened the kiss.

You felt like you could spend forever kissing Matt but unfortunately air because a necessity, so eventually the two of you parted once again.

Matt leaned his forehead to yours as the two of you caught your breaths. “I thought about this,” he murmured. “Last Sunday, while you were here for dinner.”

You leaned back to look at him. “Really?”

“Mmhmm. I thought about telling you how I feel about you, holding you in my arms…” Matt reached up and gently ran his thumb across your kiss-swollen lips. “... getting to kiss you.”

You smiled. “Mmm. And did the real thing measure up to your expectations?”

Matt shook his head and gave you one more soft kiss. “It was even better.”

You sighed happily. “I'm glad.”

A small smirk appeared on Matt's face. “You know, that offer to work out a deal to be your private chef still stands.”

You huffed out a laugh. “In that case I might actually have to take you up on it.”

Matt shook his head, his expression becoming more serious. “Seriously though, I definitely want to keep seeing you, if that's okay.”

Your heart picked up slightly at Matt's confession. “Yeah, I'd really like that.”

You looked towards the window as the distant bells of Clinton Church chimed the hour, surprised to realize that it was already 11 PM. “It's getting late though. I should probably go.”

“Oh.” Matt looked disappointed. “Right, yeah, I'm sure you have an early morning at the paper.”

You hesitated briefly. “Would you, um, would you mind walking me home though? Like I said, it is getting late and cabs are pretty scarce at this time…”

Matt shook his head, a smile spreading across his face once again. “No, not at all. Give me just a second to make sure everything's off.”

You nodded. “Okay.”

You grabbed your purse and waited as Matt double-checked to make sure his stove and oven were off before gathering his keys and cane.

“Okay,” he said as he unfolded his cane. “All set.”

He locked his apartment door then took your hand in his as the two of you headed down the hall towards the elevator.

Too soon, the two of you were back at your apartment.

“Thank you for dinner, Matt,” you said as you stopped just outside your building. “I had a wonderful time tonight.”

Matt nodded. “I had a wonderful time too.”

You leaned up and gave Matt a soft kiss. “And thank you for walking me home.”

Matt smiled. “It was my pleasure. Can I call you tomorrow?”

You nodded. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Great. I'll talk to you then.”

“Okay. Good night.”

“Good night.”

You headed inside, smiling softly to yourself. You couldn't wait for your next date with Matt.

#lotmf writes #mise en place masterlist #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x f!reader #Chef Matt Murdock x Reader

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acourtofinkandpapyrus · 7 months

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A Flower With Petals of Flame: Part three (Eris x Reader)

Warnings: angst, mentions of trauma and violence

Part two

Part three

Tag list: open

Eris shows up at the Spring court and finds Y/n alive. Also, Y/N finds out who Feyre is.

“So what, this Amarantha person took your eye and… what? Why didn’t anyone stop her?” I asked Lucian as I worked on a particularly nasty piece of rotting wood.

After a week or two at Tamlin’s manor, I got sick of the rotting place and decided to start fixing it up.

I would be in the night court by now if my brother had responded to the letters from both Tamlin and Lucian to get his ass over here, but apparently he couldn’t be bothered.

It probably would have been more effective if he knew why he was coming over here, but all three of us agreed that if anyone learned of my presence here…

Well, we all remember what happened with Tamlin’s family.

“It wasn’t exactly like anyone could.” Lucian said as I finished ripping out the last piece of rotted wood. I would have to chop down a tree or something to replace it.

“Did Tamlin agree to this?” He asked, and I rolled my eyes.

“You’re being evasive again Luce.” I said, and he half growled at the old nickname.

“Amarantha named herself High Queen for fifty years before anyone was able to put her down.” Lucian said after a moment. And I froze.

“Why didn’t the high lords fight back?” I asked, horrified.

He helped me gather the rotting wood to take outside. “She tricked all the High lords, poisoned them really, so they no longer had their powers.”

I bit my lip, trying not to sound too concerned as I asked, “What happened to my brother?”

Lucian seemed prepared for the question, replying easily, “If he ever shows up, you can ask him yourself.”

I let the subject drop, snorting. “I honestly don’t know how you put up with him if he’s always this obstinate.”

“Oh, he always is, but you learn to deal with it.”

Lucian and I both whipped around to see Eris standing there, looking neatly composed with a bit of a smile on his face.

I tried not to smirk. He had to have been watching, and the Eris I knew would have taken a moment to freak out before coming out so calm and collected.

“Hello Eris.” I said, before Lucian could say anything. “It’s been awhile.”

The corner of his lip twitched upwards, and suddenly Lucian was looking back and forth between us, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.

Eris and I had been friends for a long time before my death, before everything happened with Mor. Before he had to make a horrible choice.

Before Eris could respond, I heard a growl, and saw that Tamlin had shown up, staring down the heir of Autumn.

“Leave.” Tamlin said with a hostility that almost made me flinch.

Almost.

“I think I have some information you’d like to hear regarding our little lady’s circumstances. If we can still even call her a lady?” He asked, and I recognised it more as a question than a taunt.

Game on.

“Well, I think that depends on my brother, if he ever bothers to show up.” I said, unable to help the smile that spread across my face.

Eris seemed to relax a little bit, grinning back at me.

Meanwhile, Lucian and Tamlin were standing on the sidelines, their confusion obvious.

“I honestly don’t know what your brother’s thinking, especially after Elain’s vision.” He said, shrugging casually.

“Elain had a vision?” Lucian asked, stepping in between us.

“Um, even more importantly, who’s Elain?” I asked, looking between Lucian and Eris..

Eris shot his brother and Tamlin a nasty look. “You didn’t tell her about Feyre or her sisters?”

Neither of them responded, and I pushed Lucian to the side gently. “No, they have not.”

Eris’s face hardened, obviously pissed with the other two Males. “Feyre is your brother's mate. They have a son.”

I stand there, reeling as Eris smirks at me, less harsh than his usual expressions. “Their name is Nyx.”

I whirled around. “You two better have a damned good explanation why I haven’t heard about this yet.”

Tamlin refused to look at me, and Lucian’s jaw worked, looking for a good explanation.

“It’s because Feyre was going to marry Tamlin, and things went horribly wrong and the High Lord of Spring doesn’t want to explain how he kidnapped your brother’s mate and she tore down his whole court.” Eris said, smirking at Tamlin, who let out a growl.

I took a moment, before sighing. “That… that’s just- Tamlin, seriously?” I turned to look at him, more disappointed than angry.

He looked taken aback by my response, just totally stunned I hadn’t… what? What did he think I was going to do?

“I don’t know this Feyre, and I don’t know what happened. It’s not my place to pass judgment on events I don’t know about.” I said, a little pissed that they were all still waiting for me to start a ruckus.

I turned, storming off back to The Manor.

Assholes. All of them.

Eris winnowed in front of me, far enough away from the others that he lets his mask drop, his face falling into one of worry.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, I’m sorry.” He said quietly.

His brow was scrunched up in worry, his lips slightly open as his orange eyes examined me with such an intensity I started to blush.

“No, it’s fine. I guess I’m just sick of those two acting like I’m a ticking time bomb.” I said, letting out a little puff of air.

He continued to examine me. “You’ve changed, you know that?” He asks, teasing just slightly.

I nod slightly. “Was I really that volatile before?” I ask in a whispered voice.

He smiles. “I wouldn’t think of it like that. Everyone in this land is volatile.” He smiles at me, his eyes tired. “Whatever you’ve been through, you’ve come out of it a kinder soul.”

I snort, rolling my eyes. “Sappy.”

He winks at me. “You wouldn’t want me any other way.”

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Star-Crossed

Chatper 16: Harts

Donquixote Rosinante x gn!reader word count: 3k a/n: not me just realizing how close to the end we are lmfao first|next

After your talk with Pops, you had a whole new slew of things to think about. On one hand, you were glad to know a little more about your mother and father. The man that Pops had described, it wasn’t your father, but it was the man he used to be. Now that you thought about it, you could’ve swore you remembered him like that once. But, they were much like the memories of your mother; distant and not quite sure if it’s a fabrication or not.

You honestly still couldn’t believe their love story was nearly identical to yours. Part of you wondered if maybe it wasn’t Fate playing her cards, but your mother helping you to have some kind of peace from beyond the grave. Maybe she saw what your father was about to do, so she decided to soften the blow. Either way, you were glad Corazon was in your life now. You weren't sure if you would've been able to pull through this otherwise.

He just had this natural way of keeping you grounded. Despite his clumsiness, he kept you calm.

On the other hand, more questions popped up. The main one being - why? Why did your father decide to tell you everything? Why did he admit that he'd been the bad guy the whole time? He could've let Crocodile and Doflamingo do the dirty work and played the innocent card. He could've gotten off scot-free, so why admit everything?

You wondered why he would decide not to just cut you off sooner, but you supposed he needed your ties to take over the hospital. He knew he couldn't just storm the place; too many people had already tried that and failed. He went the round about way to get to you. So, you knew he feared you. There was nothing you could do, however. You signed over the hospital, it was legally theirs.

“I can hear you thinking from inside,” Corazon said as he stepped onto the back patio with you. Pops had wanted to talk to Corazon alone for whatever reason. You thought the blond man was going to pass out when you left. The panicked look in his eyes told you everything, but you reassured him it would be just fine.

While you waited, you decided to grab something small to eat and wait outside. You hadn’t really eaten anything in the past week, so you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat a lot and since you'd been cooped up in the dark for so long, you figured some sunlight would do you good.

“What did Pops want?” you asked, looking at him. You could already somewhat guess. It was like this whenever you or Marco started dating someone.

He paled, shaking his head and a shrug. “Nothing, really.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Doesn't look like nothing. Lemme guess, the typical dad routine of ‘what are your intentions with my child' and all that jazz? Maybe some threats?” A sly grin spread across your face.

The man signed, nodding. He knew he couldn’t keep anything from you. You would either figure it out or he’d just end up telling you anyway. “Yeah…”

You laughed, shaking your head. You were so lucky to have Pops. You supposed your father hadn't really filled the role in a very long time. At least you had someone in your corner that you could rely on. Pops had always treated you the same way he treated Marco. He was really your father when you boiled it down. You were sure your father hated you for that too. He had always seemed fine with it, but now it was clear he resented you for it.

“What were you thinking about?” It was clear Corazon was trying to change the subject and also stop you from whatever down spiral that your thoughts were trying to form.

“Trying to figure out why Anthony bothered to tell me anything. He could've just played the innocent card, but he didn't. He severed all ties.”

“Maybe he was banking on the psychological damage being enough to take you out permanently. After all, that place is your life's work and he knew that. He knew you'd fight tooth and nail for it. So, he made you rethink your life and then threatened those you care about.” Corazon frowned, shaking his head. “You said he saw you ‘weak’ like your mother, so perhaps he thought that this would all be enough to mentally break you beyond repair.”

You just stared at him for a moment, your eyebrows slightly raised. You weren’t expecting such an accurately sounding answer. “I suppose he's still in the business, so I shouldn't expect anything less.” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Ugh, I was so foolish and naive,” you grumbled.

Corazon sat next to you on the patio bench, wrapping his arms around you. “Don't go blaming yourself. How were you supposed to know your own flesh and blood was going to betray you like that?”

You sighed, looking at him. “I suppose you're right. And I mean, your own brother shot you, so I guess I was let off easy.” You placed your hand on his torso where the bullet went through. You frowned. “Why do families suck?” You groaned again.

He laughed, pressing a kiss to your head. “Well, I wouldn't say all families, but our blood relatives ended up being the worst, that's for sure.”

You looked up at him, smiling. “I suppose you're right. It’s just like that old saying. ‘Blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb’ or whatever. Just cause you're related by blood doesn't mean anything. Pops and Marco have shown me more love than my father ever did and I know for a fact they'd never do to me what he did.” You sighed, leaning into Corazon.

“That's true. And there's something a little more special about found family than blood relatives.”

“It's better to be like, ‘I love you cause you're a goofball’ instead of ‘I love you only because we share blood.’” You shook your head with a small smile. “More genuine, I guess.” You shrugged, settling into the man next to you and closing your eyes.

Man, you wished this moment could last forever. The weather outside was perfect, not too hot or cold. A slight breeze that wasn't too much and provided just the right amount of coolness. There was an air of tranquility and you had no doubt that Corazon brought that with him.

For a moment, you were content with the outcome of things. Sure, everything you loved and cared about fell apart, but it felt like it was going to be okay as long as you had the man next to you. It's not like there was anything you could really do anyway. You signed papers and it was all legal. You were starting to come to terms with it. It sucked, yes, but you’d be able to live on.

“Y/n.”

“Yes?”

“What is your legal last name? Is it the same as Whitebeard’s?” You sat up, looking at him for a moment. “Yes. It is. Why?” You tilted your head to the side slightly.

“As in, you changed your government name to his last name?” You nodded again, not seeing what he was getting at. “And I'm assuming it was that name that you bought the hospital with as well.” You nodded once more. Just what was he getting at? Were you dense for not understanding right now?

“When you signed the papers, which last name did you sign with?”

You thought for a moment then it hit you. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. You'd been so caught up with your past coming back to bite you in the ass, that you'd signed with your father's last name. Not with what it legally was now. “I signed it with Anthony's last name,” you whispered, still in disbelief yourself.

A slow, sly grin appeared on Corazon’s face. “So, I guess we can say that legally those papers are null and void. They aren't worth anything. The hospital is still yours.”

You were just staring at him, your eyes wide. Your brain was spinning with this new information. This new sliver of hope. You could honestly cry. This was the ace in the hole that you needed. Excitement and joy blossomed in your chest.

You reached up, taking his face in your hands. “You're a genius. I don't know what I'd do without you,” you mumbled, kissing him hard. He didn't make any startled noises this time, only kissing you back. You slipped into his lap, straddling him. He slowly sat back as you pushed him into the side of the bench. You let out a small, breathy moan as you felt his hands squeeze your thighs.

You heard the click of the balcony door, signaling that someone was coming outside. Dammit, Marco. You jumped, quickly removing yourself from Corazon's lap and pulling him upright. He let out a small noise of disappointment. You straightened yourself up and then went to straighten up the man next to you when you noticed the glazed, almost drunk look to him.

He was frowning in a small pout and you couldn't help but chuckle. “I'm sorry,” you whispered. He let out a small huff, shrugging. “It's fine,” he mumbled.

You kissed his cheek, heart still racing. “Just wait until I finally take you to mine,” you whispered in his ear as Marco joined the two of you on the patio. You watched with amusement as Corazon's face turned even more red and he shifted in his seat.

“Am I interrupting?” Marco narrowed his eyes at the two of you. It was clear that he was just hoping to catch the two of you so he’d have some blackmail. Shithead. Though, you’d do the same thing just to mess with him.

“Not at all. Cora was just giving me the best news I've heard all week.” You grinned widely as you crossed your legs, Marco cocking an eyebrow.

“Which is…?”

“He pointed out the fact that I signed my name as y/n l/n.” Marco looked confused, just as you had. “I don't-” Seems that the both of you were dense. Truly the same person and siblings at heart.

“Marco. What the hell is my name?” You looked at him with a droll expression as if you hadn't been in the same boat five minutes ago.

“I'm still not- OH.” Realization hit him like a freight train and you watched it in real time. After all, he’d been there when you changed your name. His face lit up, his grin growing wide. “So those documents don’t mean shit?” You nodded, your grin mirroring Marco’s.

“Single handedly saving the hospital, huh?” Marco looked at Corazon who turned red. “I-I don’t know about all that,” he mumbled.

You looked at him, patting his leg. “C’mon, love. Give yourself credit. You pulled me out of my head and gave us our biggest ray of hope.” Though, the moment you called him ‘love’, his brain seemed to short circuit and his face was almost glowing with how red he was. You’d have to keep that pet name if it riled him up this much, it was cute.

You just loved teasing him in general. It was easy and he was so adorable.

“Well, what’s the plan now, then?” You looked over to Marco, sighing. That was the part you were having difficulty with. “I’m not sure. I don’t even know how the hospital is fairing.” You hadn’t done anything in regards to the hospital. You haven’t even checked on your staff. You felt awful for just ditching them.

Marco shook his head with a sigh. “Probably because someone won’t replace their phone.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together. “The hell does that even mean?” Yeah you hadn’t replaced your phone yet. You didn’t really need to. Everyone you cared about was under your roof and you had figured everyone else was fine without you.

“Good news is that they didn’t change the camera systems.”

You stared at him for a moment before it hit you. Your eyes widened. “They didn’t?” You shook your head, scoffing in disbelief. “Dumbasses.” You grinned, looking to Marco and holding out your hand. This was good. This was so good.

He handed you his phone before leaning back in his chair.

“I’m confused,” Corazon said, looking between the both of you.

You looked at him and smiled. After grabbing Marco’s phone, it instantly recognized you, your face unlocking it. Of course both you and Marco could unlock each other’s phones with your faces and fingerprints as well as pins and passwords. You didn’t keep anything from each other, after all. Besties for life.

After clicking on a few things and logging in to a security app, you handed the phone to Corazon. He took it, looking at the screen. You watched his face as it took him a moment to process what he was looking at. “Wait, is this the hospital?”

“Damn right.” You grinned, feeling the excitement building back up.

“You still have access to the security cameras?” You nodded, chuckling. You pointed to the phone. “Press the button with the biohazard sign.” He did and he blinked. “This is…”

“Yep. That’s the underground hospital. We have access to it all. They won’t be able to see what hit ‘em.” You grinned widely up at him, excitement showing in your eyes as the man looked at you. You technically still had the hospital and now the secret key to help you sneak around.

“You’re going in there?” Concern and worry washed over his features and you frowned. “Well, yeah. What else am I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know…get the authorities involved?”

You frowned deeply. “You know just as well as I do that they won’t do anything to help. They’re incompetent and lazy. And, they are probably being paid off already by the families to stay out of it, so we don’t have a choice. I’m going to have to go in.”

You took the phone back, looking through the cameras. “Besides, I don’t think Doflamingo, Crocodile, or Anthony are there. I would assume it’s all their lackeys.”

“I can go in and silently take them all out without so much as raising an eyebrow. It’s just a matter of which side I should tackle first for the best advantage.”

“If you’re going, so am I.”

At Corazon’s words, you shook your head. Oh, how you admired his determination. “Absolutely not. You’ve already been shot once because of me.” You weren’t about to let it happen again. Besides, he was still healing from his injury. He might not show it too much, but you could tell that sometimes it made him uncomfortable.

“You shouldn’t go in alone. I have experience, let me help.”

“Did you forget who I am? All that I’ve done?”

“That was years ago.”

“Did you not see what I did a few days ago?”

Corazon went silent, a small pout to his face. It was clear that he didn’t like the idea of you being in a dangerous situation, but he couldn’t argue with you. “I never lost my edge. The only difference now is that I have people to protect that I care about. If I go in by myself, it’s easier for me to sneak around and not have to worry about anyone else getting hurt because of me.”

“I’m going to let the two of you talk this out. I’m heading inside to let Pops know.” You looked at Marco, nodding as he left.

You took Corazon’s face in your hands. “I know you’re worried. But I have to do this. Not just for me but for so many people.” You kissed him softly before resting your forehead on his. “I promise that I’ll make it out of there. Just fine.”

The man before you frowned, clearly still not okay with this. “I just…can’t lose you. Especially not when I finally have you.”

You sighed softly, wrapping your arms around him and he did the same with you. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get the hospital back, fuck everyone up so bad that they never bother us again, and then we’ll live happily ever after.” You pulled away, smiling at him. “And I’ll give you the best shag of your life too.” You snorted, grinning.

Worry still consumed his features. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to be satisfied until everything was over and you were actually safe. “Is it a lot to ask to let go of the past?”

You watched him for a moment. “It’s too late now. You’ve already given me hope and a way to get my life back in order. But after. After I’m going to let it all go, okay?” You kissed his head. You were wondering why he was suddenly against you going. He had given you the information you needed in the first place? Was the situation just settling in?

“I still don’t understand why you won’t let me-”

“Rosinante.” His eyes widened slightly at your tone of voice. “Let’s be honest. It’s been so long since you’ve been in the scene. And you’re incredibly clumsy.” He frowned at your words, but didn’t argue. He pouted like a pet being told no. You couldn’t help but also frown. “I’m sorry. I just can’t have you getting hurt because of me again.”

He nodded, groaning. “Fine. I know there’s no stopping you once you’ve made up your mind.” You smiled up at him, kissing his nose. “It’s going to be just fine. It’ll be over before you know it.”

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(Guess) What's In the Paper Bag

SUMMARY: Mashita brings the spirit doctor some much needed R&R. (Be advised, this story contains minor SPOILERS for Death Mark 2 up until chapter 5 of the game!) No Beta. Read at your own risk.

PAIRING: Mashita Satoru/Yashiki Kazuo

RATING: M (swearing/ sexual themes)

WORD COUNT: 2,976

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A/N: My first Death Mark fanfic, so please be gentle! I've been a fan of the games for a long time, but finally stepping out of the shadows to create something for it~ Please consider leaving a kudos if you enjoyed! ^v^/

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The infirmary is where he spends most of his time these days, when he's not out chasing spirits, the only place that still feels safe, its bland nondescript walls becoming an all too familiar reprieve.

As the Departed grows stronger, his allies dwindle, the stakes growing exponentially higher. No matter how badly his friend's may want to help him, Yashiki can't stomach the thought of losing a single one. He won't allow their souls to be condemned, chain linked into a horrible fate because he failed to protect them from a vengeful spirit's appetite.

Better they remain absent. At least that meant they were alive.

It is no wonder he's alone then, sat at the steel desk in the corner, toiling over his notes, trying to make sense of the missing pieces.

The empath swivels at the sound of the sliding door being shoved open, not expecting company, greeted with the cat-like eyes of a green-coated authority figure.

A relief spreads throughout the spirit doctor, thin lips curling in a smile at his partner's sudden appearance. Even in hopeless, tight spots like this, Yashiki can always rely on him.

“Mashita,” he breathes, more than happy to see his handsome face.

In his own way, the foul-mouthed gumshoe returns the sentiment, sporting a devilish grin.

“Got time for a coffee break,” the suited detective offers, walking up to him, holding out a styrofoam cup.

Yashiki folds his hands in gratitude, accepting this glimmer of salvation, admiration reflected in his tired eyes.

Rather than use a chair, Mashita hooks a leg onto the edge of the desk his partner is occupying, leaning his weight atop it, watching on as the kujou family head takes a temperate sip.

“Hope you don't mind. It's black.”

His timing is expertly calculated, Yashiki holding the liquid inside his mouth, not wanting to spit it out, but also holding his breath so that he won't taste the bitterness.

The mischievous cop laughs, the other male acting as though he's been betrayed, glass spectacles making the kicked puppy dog look all the more convincing.

“Chill man, it was a joke. I remembered to sweeten it for you.”

Upon hearing this, Yashiki remembers how to breathe again, swallowing down the caffeine with a heavy gulp.

“You're lucky the convenience stores don't charge for that shit or else I'd be broke by now.”

Yashiki thinks unsweetened decaffeinated coffee is a desecration of its holy sanctity, but Mashita sees it the other way round, preferring his without all the added sucralose.

The taller man takes another long sip, the lines under his eyes seemingly less haunted after doing so, a fountain of youth and energy returning to his skin.

Mashita smirks at the change. Funny how a fellow middle aged man needed help taking care of himself, but the detective doesn't mind babysitting too much.

“Donut,” he asks, pulling out a wrapped one from his pocket, chocolate glaze drizzled overtop golden perfection.

He swears, Yashiki's voracious eyes snap towards him even more earnest than before, practically salivating at the mouth, though you'd never guess he was a chocoholic by the calm and neutral tone he uses.

“Sure. Thanks, Mashita.”

With that, he takes the proffered treat, bites into it almost as ravenously as the Departed.

It paid to be a cop sometimes. Forgive the stereotype, but if nothing else, he could provide Yashiki with an endless supply of coffee and confections.

“Where's yours,” the kujou head asks, words muffled, inhaling more pastry.

It takes the detective a moment to realize what Yashiki is really asking is if he's eaten properly himself.

“Don't worry, I already had mine.”

Yashiki accepts this as truth, returning to nibble away at what remains of his donut, the gray-eyed sleuth nursing at his own coffee in the meantime.

He waits until a famished Yashiki is sucking the flakes of sugar from his fingers before moving onto his next question.

“You still have my gun, right?”

The longer haired male clenches his teeth, as if suddenly swallowing something horribly unpalatable.

“Yeah,” Yashiki admits, turning gloomy, “But do you think I really need it? Guns don't usually work on spirits.”

“Maybe not, but I feel better knowing you have it. Plus, there are some pretty nasty humans out there. Just ask Kokkuri.”

Yashiki sighs, having no other choice, but to go along with his plans. “If you say so.”

The room turns silent, Yashiki adopting more of his usual haggard state despite all the effort Mashita was putting in to cheer him up.

“You look tense,” the police detective observes, setting down his drink on the meeting table, slipping off his perch, “let me take care of that for you.”

Yashiki is so adorably naive as Mashita sneaks behind the stool, wedges himself between the spirit doctor and his studious profiling.

Firm hands rub along his neck, the slope of his shoulders, warmth and comfort in every twist of his fingers.

It takes some coaxing, but the bifoculed man let's him slide off the collar of his trenchcoat, Mashita able to massage at his partner's sore muscles more effectively with less layers in the way.

Yashiki hums in his throat, eyes slipping shut, relaxing into his touch, rolling his head back and moaning his approval.

“Been too long, huh,” the detective teases, cracking a smile as such a delicious reaction.

“Mashita,” the spirit doctor gasps, brows and teeth clenched in pain, the man kneading over a particularly tender spot.

“Got it,” his partner says, easing up his technique, working over the stubborn knot until it becomes smooth again.

Yashiki missed this, more than he thought he would. He'd forgotten what it was like, having someone he didn't feel guilty about indulging in soothing his worries away. He settles against the hard body positioned at his back, head feeling cumbersome, laying it to rest against one of Mashita’s long-sleeved arms.

He doesn't know how he survived all those weeks without him, the ex-police detective absorbed in his own grimy casework just as Yashiki had tied up the secrets of the Kujou mansion.

“The Departed is obsessed with you, right?”

Yashiki wonders why the malicious entity is suddenly being brought up, but nods subtly in acknowledgement.

“Do you think they're watching now?”

Just what was he getting at? Why this train of thought? Where was it headed?

Regardless of his motives, there would be no point in lying. Mashita would see right through it.

“Don't know,” Yashiki answers honestly, “I can usually sense when they're near, but the infirmary seems to be a safe haven. At least it did, up until this last case.”

Mashita's hands are on either side of his neck, resting gently beneath the cut of scruff at his chin, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “Won't they be mad when they find out?”

The implications are purposefully vague, but Yashiki deciphers it, one of the few that would be able to.

“We shouldn't provoke it,” the long haired man cautions, grasping for logic through the haze of yearning, “more people could get hurt.”

“Or maybe, the competition will do it some good.”

Yashiki recalls the Departed words, threats made to Ai, Shou and all the rest flashing through his mind in glaring red text.

“It usually targets those who are close to me. You would be the Departed's next prime rib.”

The cocky gumshoe laughs, “Tell ‘em to bring it on.”

He guides the spirit doctor's head back, stealing a kiss, soft and exploratory, relearning the curves of his lips, a new sensation for his memory to treasure.

For as much of a fight as he’s tried to put up (which coincidentally isn't much of one), the spirit doctor melts, pulling the other close, digging nails into short strands of choppy black hair.

“We should wait til after we close the case. It would be safer,” Yashiki reasons, parting them with a wet smack.

Mashita was just the type to jump right into another dangerous situation, even if he didn't have a full scope on the matter, having fallen prey to the supernatural before. But who knows if both of them would survive that long, if they would get another chance like this again, a rational mind making sense of reckless actions.

“Not sure this can wait,” Mashita says, dragging a hand along his lover's chest, eyeing the strain of his erection.

Yashiki chokes on a gasp, hips jerking up into his touch.

“Good to see you've missed me too,” he breathes, clutching at Yashiki’s pecs through the fabric of his shirt.

The look Yashiki is giving him, such wanton need and surrender, begging to forget reality in exchange for a few moments of bliss.

The detective plays with the obscured peak of his nipple, liking the effect it has, the man squirming in his seat, arousal twitching in his pants, looking for freedom of its restraints.

Feeling as though he’s tortured him enough, Mashita slides his hands down, molding it around the egocentric bulge, his friend stifling a moan. Yashiki is burning up, hiding his face inside his partner's jacket, huffing and shaking, a testament to how turned on he is.

“C’mon, you need to help me with this,” Mashita teases, tugging at the zipper to the Kujou's pants, needing to be careful in peeling it off him, needy as he is.

“Your sleeve will get dirty,” Yashiki weakly protests, always looking out for his companions' well being.

They're not exactly in a private space. This was still a school after all. Anyone could walk in and realize what they're doing in an instant, but it was late, the curtains drawn, most of their clothes still on. It should be fine. They’ll be quick.

“S'alright, I'll just roll it up,” Mashita chuckles, pulling away to do just that.

Yashiki takes the opportunity to unbutton his fly, fumbling and impatient, catching his erection on one of the metal sprigs, but he hardly cares. It’s only a few seconds, but he can’t wait for Mashita to return, instead taking his weeping erection in hand, stroking himself in desperation.

“Hey, that’s my job,” the police officer chides, a pale hand molding over his, stopping his pursuits, insisting to take over for him. The spirit doctor relents, giving up control, letting the other man squeeze him, inexplicably tight.

Mashita marvels at how hard he is, how wet.

“God Yashiki, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

The bifoculed man simply groans, words too hard to articulate, bucking into his partner’s stern grip, pleading with him to move.

A part of Mashita wants to draw this out, level such juvenile, harebrained passion into something more long lasting and ripe, but how can he, when Yashiki wants him this much?

With this thought in mind, the detective mimics his friend's breakneck pace, indulges the spirit doctor’s desires with swift, repetitive pumps, the swollen head pink and round like ichigo daifuku.

Yashiki’s nails return to scratch at his skin, leaving marks, grasping for purchase, muscles going taunt, signaling the rapid approach of his peak.

“Nnn, Ma … Mashita,” Yaskihi’s cries, legs flinching, rippling with aftershocks.

Cum spurts from his gaping slit, gushing in heavy clumps over the policeman’s meticulous fingers, the dark-haired medium heaving to catch his breath, fingers flexing around whatever material is within his reach.

Mashita feels chills crawl up his spine, goosebumps spreading across his skin, heat in his cheeks. Shit, this has gotten him riled up too.

He attempts to slide his soiled hand down Yashiki’s shaft, the man spasming from how sore the abrasive treatment has left him until the detective finally lets go, guiding his hand up to his lips, disposing of the evidence with his tongue.

“Hey Yashiki,” he drawls, mulling over the flavor, “you taste like sour plum sake.”

The empath can’t help laughing at such absurd comments, already feeling much better despite how depraved he must look.

If only Sakimoto could see him now, legs parted open before a man’s caress, perhaps she would be relieved to see his true inclinations, though, this wasn’t a good look for a teacher, participating in lewd activities after hours, on school grounds.

Mashita finds a box of tissues nearby, cleans what remains of the sticky substance on his hand, before tossing it in the waste bin. Similarly, he offers the same courtesy to Yashiki, the older male taking a tissue of his own, tidying himself up as well.

Mission accomplished, the detective turns towards the exit, about to head out.

“Wait, what about you,” Yashiki says, reaching out to grasp at the younger man's belt buckle.

The cop dodges his hand, taking a step back, only his jacket tails grazing the pads of his slender fingers.

“I'll take care of it later,” he growls, practically feral, “I was just trying to help you relax. You’re always too stressed out.”

Yashiki seems unsatisfied with that, tucking himself back inside his trousers, zipping them closed before rising from his chair.

“No way. Come here,” the lecherous teacher asserts, yanking the shorter male to him, reeling him in by his striped necktie.

“H-hey–!”

Mashita is unbalanced, suddenly reminded of how much taller the bearded man is, Yashiki pulling him in for a kiss that is so sweet it makes his teeth ache.

He wasn't expecting anything in return, really he wasn’t, but it's just like Yashiki to give back, to put more effort in than what he receives. Mashita can’t deny he wants this too, but after all the laborious trouble he put in to give the spirit medium a break, he’s going to go and exhaust himself again if he allows their debauchery to continue.

“Satoru…” the detective stutters, losing his cool, “... hey, this is bad. Don't push yourself so much.”

Yashiki doesn't hear him, he's too absorbed in assaulting his mouth, giving it his all. Mashita’s completely weak to his lover’s tongue, adding his own, letting an amorous Yashiki assume control while he struggles to keep up.

The detective can't keep his footing, the older male steering him around by the lapels, backing him into the medical supply cabinet, pinning him flat against it.

“Fuck,” Mashita snarls, listening to the contents of the cabinet clatter around inside, “why you gotta be so … so damn persistent.”

For a creepy bastard, he looks too sexy and too confident, a dark gaze boring holes into his, so deep and fathomless like licorice candy.

“It's your spirit power,” Yashiki pants, raking hungry eyes over him, “I felt it pulse just now.”

“Really,” Mashita taunts, raising a fine brow, “My spirit is telling you to do all this?”

It was common knowledge that Mashita was more of the dexterous type, offering both insight and strength, his spiritual prowess wimpy by comparison, practically non-existent. The dabbling of the occult and sensitivity to spiritual attunement was more of Yashiki’s expertise, though he doubts his own measly affinity could cast such a lustful charm over one with his partner’s ancestry.

“Hmm,” Yashiki affirms, leaving off his grip, hands slipping down his lover’s coat, knees hitting the floor and it’s pretty obvious what he intends to do from there.

“Not just yours. Mine too,” Yashiki hums, embarrassment made evident only by the blush on his cheeks, nosing around the ex-cop’s concealed erection.

Mashita looks away, closing his eyes as his fingers slip across the sleek glass behind his back, feeling weak and powerless to the Kujou's seduction.

With a smug little, “hm,” the spirit doctor smiles against his crotch, glad his partner has finally decided to cooperate, fingers gliding down his trousers to undo his zipper.

When the spirit hunter pulls him out of his pants, the detective gasps, bowing forward, biting his lip to keep quiet. One hand grips him around the base, the other around his trembling thigh, a hot tongue coming to lave against his aching tip.

Yashiki is too eager, and Mashita can’t hold back his stifled sobs, tears welling in his eyes because it feels too good. The ex-cop tugs at his partner's ebony locks of hair, shaking with want while his partner seems completely at ease, immune.

“Ah, damn, that mouth of yours, hate how good it is,” Mashita huffs, cynical, as he bangs his head against the cabinet for some clarity, “No wonder all these spirits want a piece of you.”

Yashiki responds by continuing his salacious torment, taking his sweet time, completely ironic with how much of a hurry he was in for Mashita to jerk him off earlier. The spirit doctor removes his hand, relocating it to Mashita’s other thigh, clinging to his pant legs, taking more of him into his mouth, licking him down, into his throat.

“You’re mine though, don't forget that,” the younger of the two grumbles, watching as his length disappears inside a thin pair of lithe lips, his partner sucking his cock like it’s the most demure act ever known to man.

He hasn’t necessarily been neglecting his own needs, he pleasures himself every now and then, but this scandalous teacher has him cumming in minutes regardless of his personal maintenance.

“Ahh, dammit,” he moans, head knocking against the cabinet doors again, “Yashiki.”

The occultist is drinking him down, hot tongue guiding his release along the underside of his length with a string of long, languid licks. Mashita swears he blacks out for a few seconds, Yashiki already standing while the detective is still recovering, never seeming to catch his breath or his balance.

Somehow, they’ve managed a 180, a complete reversal of their physical and mental conditions of when he first arrived, Mashita feeling ragged and sapped, while the other seems a spry buddah of calm.

As he watches Yashiki rearrange his clothes, dress them both back up properly, Mashita can’t shake the nagging thought that his partner might be a lethal incubus in disguise.

#my writing #death mark #death mark 2 #yashita #satoru mashita #kazuo yashiki #spirit hunter #spirit hunter death mark #shiin #yashiki #mashita #shibito magire

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR3KCxW4/

Think you can do this also can in not be tedros. Also can it be like female reader and lesso were already dating

Have a nice day plz

Don't leave me

*Authors note~ I think this TikTok idea is such a good way of spreading awareness of these topics

Trigger warnings~ sexual assault

Prompt~ see ask^^^

Your girlfriend was known to be busy. It was no surprise really that during school days the most you saw of her was at the end of the day. You didn't mind too much, you filled the time with other things you enjoyed, spending some time with Sophie and Agatha, in the library or studying. You were never short of things to do which helped make the time fly. You always looked forward to coming back to snuggle in bed with your girlfriend. Being the librarian for The Schools For Good And Evil definitely had perks, you knew that above all else Leonora would keep you safe and well.

Recently, Leonora had been extremely busy, her Never students causing more issues than Lesso would've liked. After all since the merge the students had to learn new boundaries it made punishments and rules all need to be changed too. Most of that didn't really affect you in the slightest but the fact it was stressing your Leo out made it something you desired to change for her.

It was late one Friday evening as you were getting ready to leave the library when you noticed a student enter. Noticing the uniform, you knew it was a never and the thought of turning them away and ruining what looked to be like some progress you just pottered around letting the student explore what was most likely somewhere they've never been to. You couldn't way to go and tell your girlfriend one of her students was actually in the library. If only you knew. The teen made their way over to you. Of course you thought they were going to ask for help to find someone, that's the logical reason that anyone would assume.

****************Trigger warning*****************

He came out of nowhere, catching you completely off guard. You were powerless against this hooded figure, since when did they put a hood up? They physically overpowered you and you truly didn't know what you could do to get away from the body. Your body shook with fear but adrenaline began to kick in as his hands wondered over your clothed body. They had no interest in your face, truly just out for your body, so much so that they continued to try and turn your head away from them. That's how you got away.

Just as he was about to removed your top you lifted your knee to his Crown Jewels and took the opportunity to run to your safety. Your lungs constricted painfully as your body struggled to achieve a normal breathing rate. You continued to run away from the library until you ran straight to your girlfriends office.

****************Trigger warnings****************

Immediately as soon as you entered the office you collided with a warm body and the panic settled in. "Sweetheart? What's going on?" Lesso murmured confused. "He tried- tried to- to touch me" you sobbed out in a panic, struggling for air. Without batting an eye lid she muttered, "I'll kill him!" The angsty flaring in her now darkened irises. "No, no! Please don't go! Don't go, don't leave me!" You sobbed collapsing against her body, clinging to her as if your life depended on it. "Shhh sweetheart, I'm here. I won't leave. I'm here and your safe. I won't let anything happen to you. Can you breathe with me love?"

It took time but you eventually calmed down in her arms, exhaustion taking over your body as you snuggled closer to your safe place. Just as you were about to give in to sleep, you heard your girlfriend murmur, "I don't know who he is but I'll find him sweetheart and I'll kill him. No one hurts my precious girl and loves to tell the tale to anyone. Leonora would make side of that without a doubt.

Word count~695

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #lady lesso #sfgae #leonora lesso #lady lesso x reader #lesso x reader #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso x you #leonora lesso x reader #dean of evil #anon request

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Locations in Sapporo

things in my personal life has calmed down somewhat for the time being so I figured I'd write up an easy lore post that I completely forgot I could make so here we are

I wanted to list some common locations found in Sapporo as featured in Vocal Android! I haven't actually talked about the setting too much and while I'm kinda bad at designing locations, I figured I could at least talk about them a little

But, yeah, I'll do my best to explain, so some lore under the cut?

Crypton Laboratories HQ/Crypton Towers: The place where the CVs live and where Meiko and Kaito work. A huge white, gray, and cyan building shaped like a C if you look at it from above, it's home to Crypton's various research labs. The building has floors entirely dedicated to be Miku, the twins and Luka's living spaces, and they each have their own color-coded rooms and living areas. There's a recording and dance studio in the building for the CVs to do their idol work and music playing, as well as a virtual reality training room. There's also the CVs' very own superhero base of sorts, which Gumi helped design, and allows the crew to oversee the city in case danger makes itself known (it's also a convenient place to hang out and take a nap). There's also a sizeable garage below the building, where Rin keeps the road roller.

Kenmochi Academy High School: Miku, Rin and Len's school. A large, clean campus made of three V-shaped buildings with their points pointing towards each other and hexagon-shaped windows. A pretty high-bar school with a lot of recent technology, it's one of the more popular and well-known high schools in town (and thus, an excellent candidate for Meiko's goal of having the CVs interact with humans their age). It is headed by Principal Sasaki. (Current Student List: Hatsune Miku, Kagamine Rin and Len, Kobayashi Matcha, Masaoka Azuki, Yumemi Nemu, Hibiki Lui, Akira Kano/Arsloid, Otomachi Una, Sato Sasara, Suzuki Tsudumi, Kokone Aime, Kizuna Akari, Futaba Minato, Hoshino Ichika, Tenma Saki, Hinomori Shiho, Mochizuki Honami, Koharu Rikka (formerly), Suzune Ring)

Ichikawa Academy High School: Gumi's school, a high school on the eastern side of the city. It's a more "normal" high school, less flashy than Kenmochi and looking more typical, but still has a few good programs to its name, including its science program (which Gumi tries to participate in). (Current Student List: Megumi "Gumi" Nakashima, Kotonoha Akane and Aoi, Tohoku Zunko, Gahata Meiji, Kamishiro Rui, Kusanagi Nene, Tenma Tsukasa, AiSuu, Tsuina-chan)

Utahako Elementary School: The local elementary school a block or two away from Kenmochi. It's a modest little elementary school, having been newly refurbished from an older building. Many of the students that go there end up graduating to Kenmochi later. Kiyoteru teaches here. (Current Student List: Kaai Yuki, Oliver Twitchell, Rana, Macne Petit, Tohoku Kiritan, Otomachi Unagi, Ryuuto Nakashima)

The Macne Cafe: A fresh-looking little internet cafe that sits in the town plaza and is the CVs' favorite hangout spot. Established by the Macne Family, it's become slowly but surely known around town for its delicious green apple cheesecake and desserts. Nana has been trying various ways to spread their customer base further.

The V5: A swanky nightclub and bar that is also in the plaza, run by four friends: Amy, Chris, Kaori and Ken. Many of the adult characters come there to drink and chat a bit.

UTAU Studios: A record label company and radio studio stationed in the industry hub of town, notable for its large staff and loooong list of talents. The studio runs a daily radio broadcast that's fairly popular, and their top talent is Namine Ritsu (or it was, anyway).

Sapporo University: The local college. A bit of an older building since it's been there basically forever compared to a lot of the rest of futuristic city. Has a small, colorful dormitory community next to it where students stay. (Current Student List: Galaco, Po-uta, Tsurumaki Maki, Shirosaki Yuudai; Utatane Piko isn't a student but he lives there)

Kamukura Shrine: A humble shrine that's only a little ways away from the beach, and is where most of the cast goes for holiday celebrations (such as New Years). It's headed by Kigashima Sourin and his protégés, Kurono Takehiro, Wakamatsu Akashi, Aoyama Ryuusei and Shirakami Koutarou, who are training to be proper priests. They also have their shrine maiden, a fussy teenage girl named Lumi who claims to be a jellyfish kami from the sea. Her antics tend to bring a lot of visitors.

SEKAI Auditorium: A venue a few blocks away from Crypton HQ and the main place where Miku and friends perform locally. Very spacious and known to host tons of acts, including smaller ones like local bands, singers and theater shows. Also functions as a sort of convention center at times. However, it's tendency to get raided by supervillains (mostly in pursuit of Miku and co.) has given it a bit of a weird reputation.

The Nebula: A recently-established nightclub in the plaza run by American DJ CYBER DIVA (and her partner CYBER SONGMAN), who is also the headlining act of the place. Used to have a bit of a rivalry with Miku, but they're both over it. Gets a lot of younger customers than the ones at the V5.

Dr. Momone's House: A modern house in a quiet neighborhood next to the industrial part of town where Dr. Momone, Momo and Defoko live. Their neighbors consist of Yufu (who lives down the lane), Eru (who lives at the far end of the lane), Tsukishiro Hakupo and his servant bot Kunishiki (who live next door) and Sensei.

Gumi's Apartment: Gumi, Gakupo and Ryuuto's small apartment in a building not too far from Crypton HQ. Not the nicest apartment that ever was, but it's homey.

Gin no Hana: A old-fashioned restaurant that has reasonable business and is popular due to the comfy atmosphere. Managed by Ginsaki and his wife, Koharu.

The Old Soul Theater: An old theater in town that's mainly still in the city for the sake of preservation, but still has small plays and acts now and again. Has been turned into an acting school of sorts by Miriam Stocks, a theater connoisseur.

Ruko's candy shop: A hole-in-the-wall shop in an alleyway managed by Yokune Ruko, where they sell candy, snacks and cheap cups of drip coffee. Totally not shady in the slightest. Is almost constantly out of coffee-flavored hard candy because Ruko keeps eating it.

Meiko's apartment: Meiko's home, a simple apartment in a simple complex where she crashes after a long day at the lab. The CVs have never been to it.

There's probably more than this but yeah :>

#vocal android verse #finally posts this after this has been in my drafts for like. half a year #but here!! lore!!! kinda.

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lulutaylorsimaginarium · 8 months

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The Chain

Summary: When the guys get stuck in a situation and hunted down by a drug lord. Frankie makes a call he really doesn’t want to make to the only person that can help them

Words: 1482

Warnings: “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the right age to handle mature themes. We handle our own triggers with kindness and grace

AN: Mind any grammar mistakes even though the story has been checked. The author is dyslexic and it is the wonders of her brain.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR

Part 5

She didn’t say much the next morning. Gabby figured if she said anything the chances of a fight increased. She was tired of the arguments; she was tired of the whole situation. She was sick of the fear in the pit of her stomach that never went away.

She wanted to go home. It was quiet there. Everybody was calm and polite. No one made a fuss.

There was comfort in that.

Maybe that’s what she was needing

Comfort.

Gabby helped pack up the van, which she had to admit. They were getting fast at it.

Suddenly Frankie appeared next to her. He dropped the keys to the van in her hand

“Really?”

“To the next pitstop. That’s it”

“Oh, come on”

“If Rojas finds us. You put your foot down and avoid the trees”

“One tree and I never hear the end of it”

“I’m serious”

“I know you are”

She didn’t try to avoid Santiago but she also didn’t want to talk to him. Maybe if she could just say silent. Speak when spoken too. Remain professional, get the job done and move on. She had done that before on the job.

This was a job.

They were like a mouse and a boa constrictor. She understood that now and they would probably always would be that way. They both also would always be in Frankie’s life, so she had to find a way around it.

She jumped into the driver’s seat and turn the key and idled the engine aggressively before smiling at Frankie

“You’re hilarious”

“Only seventy two hours to go”

“Jesus” Frankie uttered under his breath

“You’re brave handing her the keys” a voice said outside the car.

Santiago.

She didn’t say anything about his comment, she didn’t even react and everybody noticed, instead she asked

“Are we headed to Trujillo?”

“Yeah. Stop at Huacho though”

“Why not stop at Santa Maria or Chonta?”

“You wanna see the condors?” Santiago teased

“Well, if you stop in Santa Maria we can get on the La Panamericana Norte”

“Too open” he said shaking his head

“Huacho it is” she gave him a tight smile “See you guys there”

Santiago and the brothers watched the van drive away. Will chuckled quietly

“You’re screwed, man”

“This may be worse”

“She’s going to make it worse” Benny laughed

“Let’s go” Santiago mumbled

They had to give her credit. Once she decided something she worked fast and it was beautiful to watch

Frankie and Gabby were leaning on their van as the other guys pulled up to the pit stop. Gabby eating picarones and Frankie hoeing down cachangas.

“How long have you guys been here?” Will asked

“While” Frankie said shoving food into his mouth

“We were hungry and had time to waste because you drive like a grandma” she said offering him some food. He stole one and took a bite

“Ok, Speed Racer”

“If Gabby’s drives the rest of the way. We’ll be in Caracas by tomorrow” Frankie joked

“You love it” she laughed

The thought of being in the vans for more days than they needed made all of them edgy. The sooner they get rid of this stuff the better.

Suddenly her phone rang in her pocket. Gabby jumped at the sound before answering the call.

Santiago unfolded a map and spread it across the bonnet of one of the vans. As Gabby paced back and forth talking to someone with a big smile on her face.

“This is taking too long” he told them “We have to start driving through the night. We’ll have to do shifts”

“We’re one person down for shifts, Pope” Frankie told him “You have to sleep too”

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll stop just not as much”

Suddenly they heard Gabby’s laugh. They all looked over at her and she didn’t have a clue, she was too distracted.

“What did you figure out?” Will asked

“One person driving during the day. One at night. Quick breaks in between”

“What going on?” she asked walking back over to the guys

“Guayaquil to Quito to Cali to Bogota to Puerto Ayacuho to Caracas” Santiago told them his finger following on the map

“There’s a place we can stay in Cali. Won’t be enough beds but inside plumbing and it will be more comfortable than a van” she told them

“I’ve got night shift” Frank told her. That was all he had to tell her for her to know the plan had shifted

“If you guys wanna go into town and get some real food. We can stay by the vans” she offered

“Everything alright with Caracas?” Santiago asked her “That was the phone call, yeah?”

“Yeah. He’s just flown in. He’ll get everything ready for us. So when we get there we can move it, store it and relax while I figure out the rest of the plan. We’ll probably be there are a few days”

“Okay”

“Go get something to eat. It’s not far”

She watched them walk away as she folded up the map and put it back in Santiago’s van.

Talking to Sebastian helped her nerves. He was more confident than she was, which oddly made her feel more confident. She still had to figure out a way to get it from Caracas to wherever they were going to next. Time had clearly become an issue, if only in Santiago’s mind.

Sebastian had sent out some feelers to see if they could get some information. She knew that they needed it, but she didn’t like the idea of Sebastian poking around in Rojas’ business. What if he asked the wrong person, the wrong question and Seb got a knock on the door?

This was all become too real for her.

She couldn’t turn back now.

“I can hear that mind working from all the way over here” Frankie told her quietly

“We’re going to need a cover story for all the border crossings”

“We’re tourists”

“With sacks of coffee beans?”

“They haven’t check us so far”

“We’ve been lucky”

“I wish he had made you fake ID too” he told her quietly “They can track you. Rojas has to have people working on the boarders”

“If things get hairy I’ll just flash the work credentials. They’ll get bored, real fast”

“They’ll have you’re name and your job then”

“I’ll was thinking of moving on anyhow”

“What would you do?”

“Go work at a bank” she joked. He didn’t laugh “It’s too emotional. You know me. I want to fix everybody”

“You do for the most part”

“Maybe I’ll go back to London”

“That’s too far away” he playfully whined

“The Netherlands isn’t?” she laughed

“Also too far”

“You wanna be neighbours?”

“Yes, I need a babysitter now anyhow”

“I could be your nanny”

“Listen, if you don’t mind being paid in room and board. I’m cool with it”

“You’d get sick of me eventually”

“No I wouldn’t”

She chuckled sweetly and shook her head

“Let’s just get out of South America and then I’ll figure out the rest”

They peacefully ate their food in silence. No awkwardness, no need to fill the silence. The wheels in her mind were spinning. He could see them. She was trying to be a step ahead. Trying to plan ahead, even though they didn’t know what was in front of them. Gabby was logical, she always had been and that was why she was good at her job. If she could be five steps ahead, she would be.

When they got back from town Gabby was asleep in the back seat and Frankie was lost in his own little world. Santiago walked over to their van and looked through the window to see not even a hurricane could have woken her.

“She alright?”

Frankie just laughed to himself because that’s not what Pope was really asking him

“Don’t like being freeze out, huh?”

“Polite Gabby is actually much worse”

“If it makes you feel any better. She’s not actually angry. She’s worried. She’s in protective mode. That’s why she’s attacking. She maybe a bleeding heart but she doesn’t love easily. We’re putting a lot of people she loves in danger. Don’t take it personally”

“Difficult not too”

“Well, maybe take it a little personal” he laughed “Once we get to the farm. She’ll calm down. Sebastian, has that effect on her”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed”

“Trust me, this guy can handle whatever will get thrown at him. If Gabby is always five steps ahead. Sebastian is always ten steps ahead. We need him and unfortunately, Pope. You need her. Wouldn’t hurt to go easy on her”

“Noted”

“What time do you want to take off?”

“Half an hour?”

Frankie nodded his head in agreement before Santiago walked away, but not without a sneaky look into the back seat that Frankie didn’t mention that he noticed

#frankie morales #romanticism #santiago garcia #will miller #benny miller #netflix #santiago garcia x oc #triple frontier #ben miller #charlie hunnam #pedro pascal #oscar isaac #garrett hedlund #the chain

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eyeless-jeff666 · 2 months

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Illusion

TW Torture Tsunagu has a shitty time but his husband is there for comfort (or is he). Angst, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending

Edit a day later bc I forgot: Happy bday worm boy!

„Your eyes are green?“

Shinya exclaimed, standing on his toes to grab Tsunagus's face and look deeper into his eyes. God, he was beautiful. Pretty eyes. A pretty smile. Silky silver hair. And such a cute voice. The blonde was sure that this was the moment he fell in love with the other.

Intense pain tore him out of this memory, a knife scratching against the bone of his thigh. He didn’t want to scream but his own voice ringing in his ears told him he had failed. The feeling wouldn’t allow for any control over himself and he didn’t know how long this had gone on for. It could have been minutes or days, pain spreading so evenly across his body that it was really impossible to tell.

“There there, Tsu, you’re okay.”

Shinya told him, though he didn’t sound right. His voice sounded far away despite his face being mere inches from the blonde’s. And that did not look quite right either, it was too perfect, too right. He wanted to feel his husband’s touch, but he always seemed just a bit too far to lean against.

“Please…”

A whimper that escaped his lips as the knife came down again, surprisingly finding an untouched spot; he wasn’t begging for the person who tortured him to stop. He was begging for Shinya to help him. Kiss him. Hold him. Anything.

“You know I can’t Tsu.”

The person in front of him said something, and Tsunagu didn’t know if he answered, only focused on the gray-haired hero, who still wore the same soft smile. It almost drove the blonde insane, just as much as it calmed him.

“You know I’m not really here, right?”

Another scream, with tears falling down his cheeks; surely the knife had just barely missed his bone this time because he looked down to see it deeply stuck in his thigh; breath heavy from screaming and enduring. His stomach cramped from writhing and trying to catch his breath, and his throat was sore from over-using his voice and dehydration. Suddenly, it was dark. And silent, and his mind wouldn’t click back into place correctly; when had his torturer left? When had it gotten so dark? He tried to focus, but his brain would spit out nothing but minimal observations. Darkness, so he’d been there at least one day, as it had been dark before despite the large windows. Dehydration so bad he was sure he had already begged for water, so likely longer than just a day. Hallucinations.

“Shinya…”

He mumbled, panic rising in him as his husband’s voice went missing.

“Shinya I need you.”

“I know. How about we focus on another memory? How about… how about our first date?”

That was good enough for Tsunagu. The darkness was already all around him after all and so it was easy to let his mind wander to the night of their first date. It had been unofficial, merely a spontaneous idea after Shinya had figured out an idea for his hero hairstyle. They’d met by the park, under the bright lights, and talked about it. It seemed amazing that this night had been around 18 years ago already, pretty much half his life, and more than half of the other’s.

“My little thread, remind me how late it was?”

“I don’t know anything you don’t know, love.”

The ninja hero replied and Tsunagu groaned. His head pounded, and he wasn’t sure if he liked being aware of that. Being aware meant Shinya being gone. Being with his thoughts and fear and not pretty gentle memories. It also meant that the anxiety came back. Not so much about dying, but rather because he didn’t know if he spilled information. His mind was too far gone, too clouded when his torturer was there. Thinking had become so hard and his memory wasn’t functioning well. He didn’t want to speak about things he shouldn’t speak about, but he didn’t know if he was able to control it in those moments.

Hell, he wasn’t even sure if he was crying. The feeling on his cheeks suggested it but his eyes didn’t burn and the pounding in his head was ever-present. Maybe he was, he wished he could ask Shinya, but he wasn’t here and he wouldn’t say. All he ever did was smile and fill his ears with sweet words. Guide his thoughts towards sweet memories and remind him over and over that he wasn’t real. That he wouldn’t touch him. Or hug him. Or kiss him. That he wouldn’t caress his hair or cheeks.

Breathing was getting hard. Keeping his eyes open was too, and Tsunagu could feel his life slipping away from him, slowly, but it was dripping away like the blood from his broken nose. It didn’t seem all that bad to let it happen. He craved a moment of peace and a break from the unbearable pain.

“Goodbye, Shinya.”

He said, smiling for the first time since he woke up in that chair. Letting go seemed wonderful, just this one time where death would win him over. And Shinya was smiling as well, and that didn’t make it any easier to regain his fight. It felt like encouragement, like praise almost, to make him believe it was the right thing to do.

“Goodbye, my little thread.”

And then he went numb. Blissfully so, as all the pain left him behind with nothing but a dizzy blur in his mind. One that turned into a nice last image; of Shinya being there with him, speaking to him. Tsunagu strangely could move again, reaching out his hand to put it on his husband’s cheek. And paused, his heart skipping a beat.

“You’re real.”

He forced out, and watched as the other broke into a tearful laugh:

“Of course, I’m real Tsu, what do you mean?”

The blonde couldn’t say more. His mind began to focus a bit, enough for him to realize he was at the hospital. And Shinya was there, really there, physically and only one touch away. Kugo was too, but Tsunagu barely had the mental strength to focus on more than his environment and husband. And then reacted in the only way he could manage; by crying his soul out. Crying until his head hurt while holding Shinya’s face in his hands. It wasn’t a happy or relieved cry, but a shameful one, for allowing himself to give up at what apparently was the last moment before being saved. And everything he could remember came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, harsh and all at once. Eventually, nurses came in to give him calming medications, and to check him over. But having Shinya ushered away only made him freak out more and he begged for the staff to let Shinya stay by his side to hold his hand.

“Tsu. Tsu, my love, calm down you’re okay. I’m here. Please, breathe. Slow.”

He obeyed. Maybe because the medication was taking effect, but also because his husband could tell him to jump off a bridge and he’d do it no questions asked. His breath became more regular, and he struggled to keep his now shaky hand wrapped around the other’s. It took a while until he sank back into the pillows.

“I’m not a professional but it almost seems like you should make use of your privileges he has to a private room and stay with him, Edgeshot.”

Kugo said, his voice filled with relief and worry alike. He turned to leave, and for the first time Tsunagu looked at him as well, opening his mouth but was quickly shushed:

“Don’t you dare apologize. I know. You’re fine. Just rest and appreciate hearing that heart monitor beep. 5 minutes, that’s a miracle even for you.”

With those words he left, knowing it would get his friend thinking enough to rest. He had been dead for 5 minutes so, and had /still/ managed to escape death. Thanks to the medical staff and his fellow heroes, of course, but at this point it seemed ridiculous.

“Shinya… I kept seeing you…”

The blonde whispered tiredly, closing his eyes. Exhaustion won over him, so he couldn’t hear the other’s reply. But feeling his hand was more than enough to finally guide him into a calm, dreamless sleep. Shinya was really there, Tsunagu was safe, and that was all that mattered.

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yukidragon · 10 months

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Sunny Day Jack - Just a Little Teasing

Hey, remember this very NSFW sketch I posted last year? When I was posting it again completely uncensored over on my pillowfort, I got inspired to write a flashfic about it. I think I was influenced by the little writing clip I posted along with the vampire AU picture over there. Maybe I'll make posting small writing teasers along with my art a thing...

Anyway, it's just some quick PWP smut between Jack and Alice. I figured I'd share it here like I do with other rough drafts since I suspect there might be one or two people who'd enjoy reading it. Just a hunch.

I'm not sure if I need to put up content warnings beyond mentioning the explicit sexual acts, but just in case, there's also mild possessiveness and a brief reference to body image issues. For the most part it's just Jack shamelessly teasing and pleasuring Alice while she gets flustered.

I hope you enjoy this short romp of lewd fun times with Jack and Alice. Please let me know if you did, thanks! 💖

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars @cheriihoney @illary-kore @okamiliqueur

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Alice yelped as Jack suddenly pulled her into his lap, her back flush against his chest. She froze as she felt his hardness press between her legs, and panic shot through her as she realized just how much weight that she was putting on such a delicate part of his body. “I-I’m too heavy! I’m-”

“Shhh… It’s okay,” Jack shushed gently into her ear before kissing her there, and the sensation caused Alice to shiver. “It’s okay, sunshine. You’re not too heavy for me. I’m just fine. You could sit in my lap all day if you wanted.”

Despite his reassurance, Alice couldn’t let go of her skepticism so easily. A look back over her shoulder allowed her to see Jack’s reassuring smile, and she squeaked when he stole a kiss from her.

“Oh Alice…,” Jack sighed happily as he slid his arms around her soft middle. “I love being this close to you, holding you without anything between us.” He placed a kiss onto her shoulder next, and he smiled at the way she shivered against him. “You’re so warm, so soft… I could hold you like this forever.”

Alice gasped as Jack moved to kissing her neck next, and she tilted her head to give him room to mark a trail along her flushed skin. His soothing words and gentle kisses slowly managed to calm her worries, but they quickly made her heart race with excitement instead. It made her that much more aware of him and the position they were in, particularly the rock hard erection pressed so intimately between her legs. “Jack…”

“You’re so beautiful, so perfect,” Jack said between kisses, his voice tickling her skin. “Look how perfectly we fit together. It’s like you were made for me.”

At that subtle direction, Alice couldn’t help but look down at the head of his dick pressed delicately against her folds. It also unintentionally caused her to focus on the swell of her belly and how much it got in the way. The disgust towards her fat barely flitted through her mind before suddenly their position shifted slightly as he spread her legs apart and leaned back a little, exposing her pussy even more, much to her mortification. “Jack!? What the heck?”

“Just look at how wet you are,” Jack said beside her ear in a low growl that sent another shiver through Alice as his voice reverberated through her. She could hear the hunger in his voice, and she glanced back to see his eyes roaming across her body shamelessly, drinking in the sight of her in such a compromising position. “You’re already so eager to have me inside you, aren’t you?”

Alice let out a noise of mashed together syllables rather than anything coherent as Jack slid his hand downward along her belly, the other holding her thigh at a wide angle to keep her exposed to him. Her heart pounded as she watched his hand move lower, his large fingers teasingly rubbing at her mound and toying with her pubic hair.

Jack chuckled at the embarrassed sounds Alice made and the heavy blush that spread along her face to her ears and neck. “Would you like that, sunshine?” he cooed before nipping at her ear. “You can tell me.” He ran his tongue along her ear and was rewarded for it with a low moan from his lover. “Do you want me to make you feel good?”

Hesitantly, Alice nodded, and Jack couldn’t help but smile mischievously.

“Can you say it?” Jack inched his fingers a little lower, just barely skirting where she burned hottest. “I’ll do whatever you want me to. You just have to tell me what it is you want, Alice.”

A keening whine escaped Alice despite herself. After all that, Jack decided to start teasing her now? His fingers feathered her skin close to her pussy, too light to do more than make her maddeningly aware of his delicate touch. “T-touch me… I want you to touch me.”

Jack smiled wickedly. “As you wish,” he said before stroking her inner thighs, focusing his fingers everywhere except where she ached for him the most.

Frustration won over embarrassment and Alice let out a noise that was somewhere between a whine and a grunt. “Jack! You know what I meant.”

“Oh?” Jack asked with feigned innocence that wasn’t even remotely convincing. “I’m sorry, sunshine. Could you tell me where you want me to touch you?”

“You know damn where,” Alice grumbled.

“Now, now, sunspot, there’s no need to get riled up,” Jack said with a crooked grin as he slowly ran his finger up and down along her thigh. “All you have to do is let me know exactly what you want, what you need, and I’ll give it to you…”

Alice eyed Jack. The smugness in his smile and the playful glint in his eye didn’t escape her notice. A childish part of her stubbornly wanted to deny his request - especially since she was mortified by the idea of actually saying she wanted him to do - but the burning of her core served as a strong counter-argument.

After a moment’s thought, Alice came up with a compromise, and she grabbed his wrist to direct his hand where she needed him the most. “Here. T-touch me here.”

Though surprised, Jack was certainly not disappointed by her counter. He chuckled in amusement before he began to stroke her clit, drawing out a low moan from her in return. “Good girl,” he cooed into her ear. She huffed at the praise, only for the displeased sound to turn into another moan as he expertly teased her sensitive nub into hardness. “That’s it, Alice. That’s my good girl. Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Instinctively Alice rocked into his hand, but she could barely move while in this precarious and exposed position. However, that slight movement was enough for her to notice the way Jack’s cock twitched against her in response. She was so aware of the feel of him, how hard and hot he was, how a little bit of precum was dribbling down the length to mingle with the wetness leaking out of her. His body was a mixture of hard muscle and soft curves spooning her from behind, holding her lovingly in place.

When Jack slid the first finger inside of her, Alice couldn’t help but moan his name as she tipped her head back against him. He ran his tongue along her neck down to her shoulder to get a taste of the sweetness of her skin, eliciting another moan from her as he teased her pussy with practiced ease.

“That’s it, sunshine,” Jack practically purred against her ear. “Don’t overthink it. All you have to do is feel. Feel just how much I love you, and how much you love me. Feel just how good it is to have my fingers inside this pretty little hole of yours.” He slid in a second finger for emphasis, sending another jolt of pleasure through Alice that he could feel as she shuddered against him. “Can you feel it, Alice? Can you feel how much I love you?”

Alice nodded shakily. She could feel his love, as crazy as that concept was; she could feel it almost as clearly as she could feel his fingers moving around inside her, spreading and twisting to tease her senses. He knew just how to touch her to drive her crazy, pumping his fingers vigorously in and out in one minute, then the next leaving her keening as he removed them to trace her dewy folds with a feather light touch, before taking a moment to toy with her clit to send an intense jolt of pleasure through her. “Jack! Oh god, Jack!”

Jack smiled in satisfaction at the way Alice squirmed ineffectively, helpless to his ministrations. “That’s it, Alice,” he growled against her ear. “Say my name. Tell me just how much you love this… how much you love me.”

Alice groped at his arm for support, eventually settling on his wrist just above where his fingers were working their magic. There was little else she could do but writhe in his arms and moan as she let him take total control.

Briefly, Jack paused what he was doing to lift his hand, just enough that Alice could easily see the slick that coated his fingers. “Look at how wet you are for me. You’re practically dripping.” He rubbed the slick between his fingers before spreading them for emphasis, letting it dribble off his fingers. “I’m the only one who can make you like this, Alice… you’re so wet and needy for me and only me.”

Alice brought her free hand to her mouth and bit her lower lip as she stifled an embarrassed sound. “Jack…”

In one easy motion, Jack slid his fingers back inside of her, eliciting a moan that she muffled behind her hand. “Hey now, there’s no need to hold back, sunshine,” he teased, all the while pumping his fingers in and out. “Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear every pretty moan you make for me. I want you to scream my name so that the whole world can hear just how much you need me.”

“Y-you’re such… such a p-perv today,” Alice said, her voice broken up between pants and moans.

Jack couldn’t help but chuckle at the feeble mock protest from Alice. “Oh? Well, something tells me you like it when I act this way, sunspot.” He disrupted the rhythm, stroking at a quick and irregular pace to elicit jolts of pleasure through her body that made her yelp and shudder. “Just look at how well you’re taking my fingers. You keep squeezing them like you never want to let me go.”

Alice struggled to come up with a wry retort despite her embarrassment, but the pleasure made her thoughts hazy. He kept ramping it up only to slow down as it started to crest, leaving her helpless but to ride out the waves of pleasure he stirred up inside her. “Jack you’re just… unnh…” A sudden jolt caused her to nearly buckle, but his grip held her firmly in place. “Fuck yes! There, right there!”

“That’s it,” Jack said in a near growl as he teased her sweet spots without mercy. “Just tell me what you want, what you need… and I’ll give it all to you. Only you.”

“O-only me,” Alice repeated shakily as she turned to look at him.

In her hazy blue eyes Jack saw her desire for him, but beyond that there was also a different sort of need. His heart squeezed in return when he felt that old scar of hers ache, and his expression softened before he kissed her deeply, pouring all of his love and desire for her into it.

“Only you, Alice,” Jack agreed between ragged breaths once they came up for air. “I’m only yours… forever. I love you more than life itself.”

“I love you t-too,” Alice said, “Ja-Jack!” His name turned into an animalistic cry that tumbled from her lips as Jack suddenly redoubled his efforts to pleasure her. He pumped his fingers into her without mercy, forcing out all thoughts but for him and all the love he gave to her in every sense of the word.

“I love you so much, Alice,” Jack said in a low, husky voice beside her ear as he drove Alice closer and closer to the edge. “I love you, only you, forever. I love you, Alice. You’re the only one I want, the only one I need.”

“Ja… J-Jac…ack!” Alice whimpered before finally it turned into a wordless scream of love and pleasure as her world turned to white.

“There we go,” Jack cooed against her skin, kissing her sweetly as she rode out the tsunami of pleasure that washed over her. “That’s it… cum for me, sunshine. God… you’re so beautiful, so perfect, and all for me…”

It was only as Alice was coming down from the high that she could understand the sweet praise he murmured in her ear. She turned back to him, exhausted and out of breath, but her blue eyes burning with emotion. “All… for me…”

“All for you,” Jack repeated gently before he and Alice shared a brief but tender kiss. “I’m yours and only yours… just like you’re only mine, Alice… forever.”

“Forever,” Alice sighed as she snuggled up against him and basked in the gentle afterglow.

Her slight movement brought her attention back to the hard length nestled between her legs that had been patiently waiting for her all this time. It twitched against her still sensitive skin, hot, hard, and so very eager. Alice turned to look at Jack, and saw his eyes smoldering like burning embers, filled with promises that their night of lovingly marking their claim on one another had only just begun.

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your-nanas-house · 1 year

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Ok soooo I love this account, and I have a request 👀 Originally I was thinking that post-spray Jeremiah would be good for this fic idea but now I can’t choose between him and Jerome, so I’m going to leave it up to u LMAO

Anyway, I was thinking of like what if R is good friends with bruce, but they’ve been kind of in a rough patch because R is starting to mentally be in and out (if that makes sense) and bruce is “too busy” to actually help them out so he’s just been annoyed with them without realizing that he’s being a bit of a dick. Until one day R brings up that they met someone that’s been helping them understand what they’re going through and feel more confident in themselves. Bruce figures out that the new person they met is J (Jerome/Jeremiah). He also finds out that J is just manipulating R to join his side only to get to Bruce. Bruce tries to warn R but they’re too far gone and they don’t really trust Bruce anymore.

I kind of now realize that this is more of a Bruce fic, but I do mainly want J to be in it? Bro idk I’m desperate for a J x gn!reader fic (and my attention whore touch starved ass is projecting). I ofc give u free range to change up the request in anyway! Even if u don’t take this request, ty and I hope ur having a chill day! :)

Thank you! I love this idea 😍 Sorry if it took me too long.

Not a GAME

Pairing: Jeremiah Valeska X Gn!Reader, Bruce Wayne X Gn!Reader

Warnings: manipulation, sadness, panic attack, crying, bad friendship, Jeremiah, warning

Words: 1462

Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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The words that came out of Bruce's mouth would have been sharp and almost suffocating as well as painful if he had said them a few months earlier, but now they were like steam, like the flame of a lighter that was almost completely finished for Y/n.

They were still meaningful to them in a way, because Bruce still meant something deep inside them, which is why his words echoed in their heads like the first time he hurt them in one of the worst moments he could do it.

Y/n should have hated the millionaire boy but as the days went by he could no longer do so, the burning sensation inside their chests that hurt them emotionally had faded because it was due to him that they met the one who helped them the most at the worst time in their lives.

It all started with a small fight, with Y/n wanting to open up to Bruce to show him and seek help after several weeks of feeling like the world was devouring them, a negative feeling of pressure as if something was crushing them and not letting them breathe; it was a bad idea though because the only response they got from the one they thought was their best friend, the one who would understand most of all was "Geez, don't make everything always about yourself...I'm too busy to take care of this exaggerated thing that's only in your head'. In a way Y/n had expected this, Bruce had been 'too busy' during that time and had started to behave annoyed and dismissive towards them, preferring to take care of his own things instead of thinking about others.

This was what prompted Y/n to leave the manor, with a feeling of pressure in their chest and their breaths quickening, they felt their pulse quicken, drumming against their chest, if they looked down they could see how their chest moved followed by the deep breaths and choked sobs; the falling rain seemed to be there to make things worse, there was nowhere dry for Y/n to take shelter but they didn't care, in fact after they reached their limit they leaned back against the wall, feeling again that so familiar tingling sensation spread from their hands throughout their body, their breathing becoming even more erratic and that feeling of not being able to get enough oxygen returned as they slumped to the floor trying to calm themselves down but in a way not wanting to in the hope of throwing it all out and getting better later.

They felt alone and lost, a fitting moment for Jeremiah who was right nearby to approach and interact with them.

The first thing Y/n noticed was that the rain stopped falling on them probably because of an umbrella and then the shoes, it didn't take long for them to recognise the pale man's style as he continued to look down at them seeing himself in their place, remembering his own panic attacks when he was still locked in the bunker and Jerome was still alive.

He slowly knelt by down never touching the ground and keeping his piercing green eyes fixed with Y/n's y/e/c's who had not yet recovered "Now, now...does that sound like the way to behave in public, you might attract a lot of unwanted attention, huh" he lifted their face to look them in the eyes again when they shifted their gaze "deep breaths, yes?" He showed them how to do it by breathing deeply with them as he helped them up "I think you're having a panic attack, has that already happened to you yet?" he asked receiving a quick shake of the head from Y/n "let's start counting together...1,2,3,4,5,6,7".

As soon as they managed to calm down Jeremiah walked to his car asking if they wanted to get in, Y/n wasn't sure but they really needed to feel better and at that moment a shroud of apathy had fallen over them, they didn't care about anything, if anything was going to happen that night it was going to happen so they walked to the car, getting in through the door the man had opened and putting their seatbelt on before leaning their heads against the window looking out at the falling rain and the depressing environment that was Gotham CIty, they managed to close their eyes for a moment to try and calm themselves and not drop any more pathetic tears in front of one of the most wanted criminals in that city; they tried to suppress their emotions that were coming out again and they were succeeding before a gloved hand wrapped itself around theirs, causing them to shift their attention from the window to Jeremiah's porcelain face, all it took was a slight smile and a squeeze of his hand to reopen the faucet of their emotions.

It all ceased again after they entered the flat and had some time to calm down, they accepted a pajamas and stood by the fireplace with a blanket as they stared blankly into the fire, lying on the sofa with no discernible emotion on their faces, only the previous tears that were now dry on their cheeks, their eyes still a little red and puffy and their cheeks redder from the cold and crying.

Jeremiah's gaze was fixed on them the whole time as he spoke to Ecco, who later took charge of preparing hot tea for their new guest to drink.

The more time passed the more things improved, at first Y/n didn't feel any progress and it seemed so strange to open up to Jeremiah making him their personal psychologist, the advice he gave was strange at times but it worked and they went step by step.

They slowly drifted away from Bruce like a shadow to the appearance of light, all thanks to Jeremiah who drew them towards himself and his ideas to make them drift further and further away from the world and Bruce.

Jeremiah spent more and more time with them, listening to them and being there for them whenever they needed him, cheering them up and making them overcome that depression and constant anxiety almost completely by understanding them, sharing his own experiences by bringing them into a more confident and perhaps making them become a sort of weapon of battle.

Y/n felt understood and despite the complete loss of the rich boy's friendship everything improved, finding the salvation they were looking for in Jeremiah Valeska.

The months flowed by as fast as the water in a mountain stream and changed as it did, even Bruce changed during that same time realizing how he had been behaving and how the lack of Y/n beside him made him feel, leading him to do some research to find out what exactly had happened after inviting them once to apologize, to have a hot chocolate together and noticing how Y/n acted cold and almost stranger to him, hinting at something like he had met someone.

That someone was indeed the boy's own 'enemy', he had discovered his identity in a few days and could even see the manipulation underneath Jeremiah's kind and sympathetic gestures as he tried to get Y/n to go over to his side against Bruce.

It was those words that didn't hurt Y/n in the slightest, it was as if they went in one ear and out the other even as Bruce's hands grasped their shirt trying to pull them back to their senses receiving as a response from them a phrase that had come out of his own mouth long ago "The world doesn't just revolve around you, Bruce".

Bruce's dark gaze was now incredulous as he registered the words he had heard realizing their power, he shouldn't have behaved this way with them months earlier "Y/n/n...I've been a dick to you but you have to listen to me, Jeremiah is just manipulating you to get to me!" "Jeremiah was the only one who was there when I really needed someone and the only one who helped me and made things better by also making me realize what was wrong....even if I wanted to I wouldn't have anyone, I don't trust you anymore Bruce and you can blame yourself for that."

This statement and seeing them walk away caused a mischievous smile to appear on Jeremiah's face, he was now certain he had fulfilled part of his plan the only thing he didn't know was that Y/n were aware they were being manipulated from the beginning but they didn't care.

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fluffansmut-old · 1 year

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Like you haven’t done that

Part 3

Summary: After you and Jonathan leave with your partners, doubt creeps into Joyces mind and she start to wonder if the choices she made were right, she calls up hopper for reassurance.

Content warnings: Byers!reader (only mentioned in this part though), mentions of sexual activity, self doubt, mentions of periods, sweet fluff

Word count: 973

AO3 | masterlist

Part 1 - Part 2

When Joyce heard the car pull out of the driveway, her children and their significant others inside, she thought about the speech she had given.

Was she too strict? Or was she the total opposite? Were her children about to go rogue and make irreversible mistakes, all while thinking they had her blessing?

All the doubt forming inside her got the upperhand and she felt like she was the worst mother in America.

She needed someone to talk to, some reassurance and a laugh.

So she picked up the phone in the hall, fingers dialing quickly.

“Hello Joyce” Hopper said, voice tired.

“Am I the worst parent ever?” she bluntly asked, not even bothering to say hi.

“Well if you are then join the fucking club” he said, unironicly.

“Did something happen with El?” Joyce asked, forgetting her own problems, now focused on helping Hopper.

“It's more a question of what didn’t happen with El…” the man said with a sigh. “She's been upside down and inside out all day long and I can't for the life of me figure out what’s going on?”

“Have you talked to her about it?” Joyce asked.

”I've tried, believe me, but she’s snappy and short with me.” he said, truly confused as to what happened to his girl. “all she wants to do is mope around in her room, she came out for dinner but there wasn’t much of a conversation there either”

“It’s hormones” Joyce said, having gone through it all before with her two eldest. “Trust me, she is feeling all the emotions on the register and she can't quite navigate or understand it herself, there isn't much to do than to have an insane amount of patients and try to talk to her, to reassure her that it's okay.”

“Huh” was Hopper's first response.

He hadn't really gotten into the mindset of raising a teenager yet. He still sometimes got aftersweats from that time late last year, when El woke him up screaming that something died in her bed. He hadn't known what to say nor what to do when he walked in on her with bloodstained sheets and pants to match. So Joyce and her experience, advice and never ending stash of pads had been the answer then too.

“You, knowing this, pretty much proves that you're not the worst parent ever” He then said, shifting the focus back to Joyce.

“It doesn´t feel that way, my eldest two are apperently having sex now, and it kinda annoys me that I didn´t know before hand.” The stress in her voice was so present, it almost felt like one could touch it. She took a shaky breath and Hopper almost wanted to jump through the phone to put a cigarette between her lips, to calm her a little. Before he could say anything she continued.

“ Like is my intuition slacking off? Was my sextalk too late? Am I only months away from sharing a grandchild with Karen Wheeler or Wayne Munson?”

The last question threw Hopper a little. Jonathan and Nancy were of course not a surprise, but at the mention of Munson he almost choked on his own spit.

Cos he knew Wayne, hell he had shared drinks with him more than a few times. He knew that he was an honest man, who fathered a child that originally wasn't supposed to be his. A role he and Hopper now shared. Hopper had a lot of good things to say about Wayne Munson.

That was also why he looked between his fingers, when he heard rumors about how Wayne's nephew was selling drugs on school property.

He knew very little about the younger munson, but he had seen him around town. And rumours spread quickly around Hawkins.

The kid looked intimidating. Almost scary even. Hopper knew that he was better than judging by looks, but in this case he couldn't help it and blurted out:

“Your girl is really sleeping with Munson's kid?”

He cared a great deal about Joyce and her kids, so for her daughter to be with someone of that reputation worried him a little.

“Hop, I’ve met him.” Joyce stated, she heard the weariness in his question. “and from what I know he’s a good kid, although life hasn’t been exactly kind to him”

Hopper wanted to take Joyce's word for it, but he was still weary, cos he knew things about Eddie Munson's father too.

To say he didn’t worry about if all those qualities that he possessed somehow genetically transferred to his son, was an understatement.

“I guess,” he muttered.Then he remembered the purpose of the call.

“You are doing a great job with them Joyce”

Those words made stray tears fall upon Joyce’s cheeks. This was essentially what she wanted to hear, it was what she worried about, daily. That she didn’t measure up, that the fact that her three kids didn’t have a father present would scar them in unimaginable ways.

“Thank you,” she said. “Do you want me to talk to El?”

Hopper thought about it, it would be convenient and calming to have someone else talk to her, but when push came to shove, she was his kid and he needed to be able to handle it.

“Thank you, but I’ll talk to her again myself,” he said. “You’ve inspired me.”

“I’m positive that you’ll do fine, you know it can’t be worse than what I’ve already been through tonight, and then you can totally manage” Joyce said.

“Please don’t remind me that there are worse things to come,” Hopper said with a groan. “If she ever comes in the future admitting that she wants to sleep with that wheeler kid then I don’t know what to”

“Send her to me” Joyce said, “I’ve got your back”

“And I got yours”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #jopper

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