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[thewitchandtheassassin]

Below the Belt (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Summary: You've been working with retired MMA fighter turned trainer Natasha Romanoff for months. When one errant punch leaves your mouth bleeding, things take an... interesting turn.

Words: 2667

Warnings: SMUT, mild, vv mild, violence because you're training for MMA. Language. More SMUT.

A/N: I love MMA fighting but know bare minimum about it so...

-X-

The gym stunk of sweat and adrenaline when the practice bell rang for the final time of the night. You could taste copper on your tongue, sharp and pointed as it slicked over the muscle and reddened your mouth guard. Your lip was split from a nasty elbow Natasha had cracked clean across your face in a brutal clinch drill. Not intentional, not really, but she didn’t apologize.

She never did.

The old lights above buzzed incessantly, casting everything in a dull golden glow that made your bruises seem deeper and your shadow longer across the mat. The place had been cleaned out earlier by Sam, who had closed up to give you two the floor. He was well aware of how intense your training sessions with Natasha could be.

Natasha stood across from you in the makeshift Octagon, chest rising and falling steadily as sweat dripped down her collarbone in rivulets to the neckline of her tank top. Her gloves hung loose at her sides, her brow raised as a ghost of a smirk tugged at her lips.

“You drop your guard again like that and I’m going to split more than just your lip next time,” she said pointedly, her voice low and rough from yelling drills over the last hour.

“I think you just enjoy making me bleed,” you chuckled, licking over the weeping wound as you smirked back.

Her eyes didn’t leave yours once, watching the droplet of crimson bubble up from the cut as you breathed through the familiar sting. It was controlled—unreadable—but charged as hell. The kind of stare that felt like she was peeling back layers of you that only she could see.

Stepping closer to you, she reached up and gripped your chin with her thumb and forefinger. Her eyes darted to your lip, lingering, before flickering back up to yours.

“Hold still,” she murmured, pulling the mouthguard from your teeth without asking and tossed it aside. Dropping her glove, she carefully wiped the blood from your mouth with the edge of her hand wrap, leaving a pink smear across the gauze—though if she noticed, it wasn’t apparent as her eyes stayed locked on yours.

“You’ve been slow all week. Something on your mind?” she asked quietly.

She was close now—too close. You could feel her breath on your jaw, could smell the clean sweat and citrus of her body spray. You could hear the steady pound of a heart in your ears but you didn’t know if it was hers or yours.

“You wanna keep playing like a big dog? You’ve got to stop freezing every time I get close,” she murmured, lips ghosting over your chin teasingly.

“I can’t help it,” you whispered, tilting your head slightly, mouth a mere inch from hers. “Every time you get close, I forget how to breathe.”

There was a beat of silence, only the heavy sound of her breathing mingling with yours, before—

“Fuck.”

Her lips collided with yours hard. No warning, no hesitation as her hands found your jaw, her tongue running along the split in your lip like it was her prize to claim. And as she sucked your bottom lip into her mouth for a moment, only to soothe it roughly with her tongue, you knew this wasn’t about training.

Not anymore.

Moaning into the harsh treatment, your fingers sunk into her locks as you dragged her closer. A quiet but guttural groan escaped the back of her throat, the noise burning away every ounce of composure either of you pretended to carry in that moment.

Her hands slid down from your jaw, bracing at your sides as she pushed you back—step by step—until your spine met the padded wall of the training cage, the metal rattling faintly behind you.

"You like the pain, huh?" she breathed against your lips, biting the edge of your bottom one, pointedly scraping over the split. Her voice was deeper now, soaked in something darker… need, frustration, maybe months of watching you move and not being able to touch. “Do you take the hits just to feel something? Or do you take them so you feel me touching you?”

She didn’t wait for a response as her mouth found your throat, tongue tracing along the prominent vein there before biting down; not enough to break skin but enough to bruise. To leave her mark on your skin as she sucked, branding you like it was her right.

Both hands bared now, she slid one under the hem of your tank top, fingers splayed out across your ribs as she finally let herself feel you. Feel what she’d been denying herself for so long. Mapping you like a territory she’d long studied but never dared to venture.

“You ever fuck someone on a mat?” she rasped in your ear, her nails digging into your skin.

Her thigh pressed up between your legs, pinning you there and grinding slow. Her breath hitched—just slightly—when she felt how hot you already were through your shorts, the thin material already clinging.

Her eyes searched yours, something vicious and wanting behind them. “Tell me to stop and I will… or you’re not leaving this octagon.”

Head falling back against the metal, a broken moan cracked from your throat. “Fuck, Natasha, please,” you panted, arching into her touch. “I want you. I’ve wanted you for months.”

Slotting your leg between her thighs, your hands fell to her hips for a moment, encouraging the filthiest fucking grind of your life as you felt the drenched fabric sliding along the line of your muscle. Her arousal was painting you through the damn shorts and it was the hottest fucking thing you’d ever experienced in your life.

Her mouth collided with yours again, this time messier, hotter, all tongue and teeth and bruised-lip hunger. She moaned into the kiss—shamelessly. Her fingers fisted in your tank as her hips rolled down over your thigh, chasing friction like she couldn’t help herself. It wasn't the kind of moment that let either of you pretend anymore.

This was obsession unleashed.

"You wanted me?” she gasped against your jaw, dragging her teeth along it before biting the underside, sharp enough to leave a mark. “You think I didn’t fucking notice?”

Her hands were everywhere—tugging your tank up and over your head with a growl, baring your chest to the gym’s low, golden light. She sucked in a breath, palms grazing your skin like it was something sacred.

“Jesus…”

She kissed down the center of your sternum, tongue flicking low, slow, teasing.

“I should’ve fucked you the night you broke Harper’s nose. You walked out of that ring with blood on your face and that smug little grin—” Her lips found your nipple, teeth sharp as she nipped. Sucked. Teased. “—and I knew.”

She rocked harder against your thigh, fingers sliding to your spine as her nails bit into your flesh like she needed more. More pressure. More you.

“Fucking take me already,” she rasped, the command breaking with need.

A noise that bordered on a growl escaped your throat as you carefully maneuvered her down, pinning her to the mat. Her breath left in a choked gasp as her back touched the soft padding, the thud echoing off the walls. Her eyes flew wide, chest heaving, but her eyes were dark.

Hungry and burning as she stared up at you.

Your hands were everywhere, yanking off her tank top before snagging into the top of her shorts as you threw them aside like they were the most offensive garments you’d ever had the displeasure of touching. Her hands gripped at the mat as your mouth traced her neck, then her collarbone, before descending on her chest like you were starving. Mouth closing around one nipple, she arched into your touch, her curses a string of Russian you couldn’t understand and didn’t care to in that moment. Her fingers tangled in your hair, grip so tight it burned against your scalp but it only served to steal a desperate, ragged moan from your throat.

She writhed beneath you, hips twitching every time your fingers skimmed the edge of her soaked panties, breath hitching with each teasing pass. The muscles in her abdomen clenched as your palms flattened against her waist, tracing every line carved by years of brutal training.

Her thighs parted instinctively when your hands dipped lower, panties clinging to soaked heat. She lifted her hips—submitting, no trace of control left in her posture—and gasped your name like it meant something dangerous.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Please…”

Trailing kisses down her torso, over her toned stomach, your tongue dipped into her naval as you worked down until your mouth was pressed against her aching pussy, only the thin barrier of her panties separating you from your prize as you tongued her swollen clit through the damn near sheer black lace.

Natasha’s hips jerked beneath you, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. Her thighs clenched around your shoulders, trembling with the strain of holding back—of not bucking, not clawing at you like an animal. But she failed.

Gloriously.

“Fuck—” Her voice cracked, head thrashing against the mat as your mouth worked her through the lace. The dampness was obscene—her arousal soaking the fabric so thoroughly it stuck to her, molding to every twitch, every pulse of need beneath it.

And you didn’t give her relief.

You played with her.

Your lips moved slowly, deliberately, mouthing at her clit through the veil of her panties, tongue rolling in wet, lazy circles that made her whimper like she’d never been touched this way. Her hands clawed at the mat, then at your shoulders, nails dragging desperate lines down your back.

“Take them off,” she begged, her voice fraying at the edges, pride long gone. “Please, take them the fuck off—I need—” Her breath hitched again as you sucked against the fabric, drawing another strangled moan from her chest. “I need you.”

She arched, completely undone beneath you, every inch of her sculpted body twitching under your tongue. And still, she gave you that look: eyes dark, feral, the same fighter who taught you how to drop someone with one strike.

Only now she was spread beneath you, begging for mercy.

"Fuck, baby—" her voice dropped to a ragged whisper, lashes fluttering. "Rip ‘em. I don’t care. I just want you inside."

You almost tore the fabric from her body and the moment your mouth met her bare, aching clit, Natasha shattered.

A scream, raw and breathless tore from her throat as her back arched off the mat, muscles coiling like a live wire beneath you. Her thighs clamped around your head, heels digging into the mat for leverage, as if grounding herself against the sheer, searing pleasure flooding her body.

“Fucking—God—” she gasped, voice breaking entirely, hands flying to your hair with a brutal grip that threaded into the strands like she was drowning and you were the only thing giving her air.

Your tongue was relentless. Wet, hot flicks—sharp and fast—alternating with the slow drag of your mouth sealing over her clit, sucking, teasing, devouring her. She writhed beneath you, sweat slicking her skin as your name tumbled from her lips in staccato moans, each one more desperate than the last.

"You’re gonna make me come—" she choked, fingers tugging, hips grinding helplessly against your face. "I—I can’t—"

But she did, the sound of her moans almost bleeding into a scream.

The orgasm tore through her like a strike, legs convulsing, her cry cracking the air as she clung to you, thighs shaking, the muscles in her abdomen clenching so tight it made her breath stutter. But even in release, she was a fucking sight—glistening with sweat, mouth parted, hair wild across the mat. Her body quaked beneath you, fingers so tight in your hair that you wondered, briefly, if you’d come to find random strands of it on the mat later.

When her hips finally dropped, spent and twitching, she looked down at you with a dazed kind of awe. A crooked smile tugged at her lips, and her voice was hoarse. "Jesus fucking Christ... What are you?"

Her hands finally slid down, fingers curling beneath your chin to pull you up, her mouth already chasing yours again, desperate to taste what you’d stolen from her. Whatever this was—whatever it would become—you knew that you’d never be able to walk away from this beautiful, broken creature…

And you’d never want to.

You kissed her deeply, tongue gliding along hers languidly as your hand replaced where your mouth had just been, two fingers easing into her cunt as you swallowed her gasp. The noise that escaped her mouth was unholy as your fingers sank inside her—hot and dripping with every thrust. Her entire body jolted like you’d flipped a switch, hips bucking into every movement shamelessly.

“Fuck, god… yes…” she whimpered against your lips, her cries vibrating into your chest like a beacon. Her arms circled your shoulders, nails dragging down your back as she clung to you, thighs trembling as you curled your fingers just right.

She was soaked, your fingers sliding deep with a wet, obscene sound that only spurred her on. Every curl of them inside her made her moan louder, less controlled. You could feel her clenching already, her body raw and over-sensitive, still twitching from the orgasm you’d wrung out of her.

"Harder," she breathed, forehead pressed to yours, sweat-slick and shaking. "Fuck me harder, baby. I want to feel you for days."

And so you did—driving your fingers deeper, harder, your palm grinding into her clit as she cried out, nails digging into your shoulders with every ragged thrust. Her back bowed off the mat again, sweat dripping down the dip of her spine, breathless curses spilling out in Russian and English alike.

“Fuck—detka—I’m close again—don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—”

Her legs wrapped around your waist, locking you there, holding you in her as her cunt clenched tight around your fingers, dripping onto the mat below. She was shaking violently, every muscle straining, every nerve lit with white-hot tension.

And then—

Her second orgasm ripped through her like an unending fire, body locking up with a ragged scream as she came all over your hand, thighs quivering, mouth open in a silent cry as her whole form spasmed beneath you.

You kissed her softly, coaxing out every last drop of the aftershocks before stilling your hand, though your fingers remained. Still but there.

Natasha melted into the kiss, her mouth slow and searching now, lips brushing yours with the tenderness of someone trying to memorize the shape of something they'd never let themselves believe they could have.

Her body trembled against you—raw and boneless, every inch of her still humming with ecstasy. She didn’t pull away. If anything, she clung tighter, fingers threading into the back of your neck like you were something precious.

And her eyes, when they opened, were nothing short of wrecked.

“You’re not supposed to do that,” she whispered, her voice cracked and thick with emotion. Her hand slid to your cheek, thumb brushing just below your eye as she held you there, gaze locked. “You’re not supposed to feel like that.”

She shifted, just barely, pressing her forehead to yours.

“I’ve trained you for months,” she breathed. “Watched every inch of you move, bleed, win, lose… but this—” Her voice faltered, just slightly. “This wasn’t in the plan.”

Outside, the city murmured like it always did—distant sirens, the hum of streetlights, the echo of late-night traffic. But in that gym, on that mat, in the lull between want and aftermath, Natasha Romanoff held you like you were the only fucking thing left in the world that mattered.

[toasterdrake]

this was supposed to be fluff (hence the little opening before a pov switch, i couldn't cut it, it's too damn cute), but as usual it spiralled and we ended up at angst(?) 🥰

Secrets, Secrets - Rumi x gn!Reader

summary: an innocent date reveals a lot more than either of you expected.

word count: 1K

warnings: teensy bit of violence (canon-typical)

The night had started so perfect.

Wandering the streets of Seoul one rare cool evening, Rumi dragged you to eat at a tiny restaurant. Less hole-in-the-wall and more built-into-the-wall, stools at the street edge hugged a plain bar, which in turn served as a window into the kitchen.

Bellies rumbling after a long, busy day, you followed your noses to sit.

Waiting for your food, you intertwined your fingers with hers on the bar between you, loose with the ease of two insignificant civilians on a casual date. Rumi was swamped in a hoodie, and you leaned easily against the soft fabric of her shoulder while murmuring a joke, running the pad of your thumb over her palm.

Under glowing neon and warm light spilling across the bar from shop signs and street lamps, Rumi's smile had never looked more beautiful. Her eyes never brighter, her radiance never clearer.

Safe in the knowledge no scandals would follow, you tipped your head up to kiss her cheek. Her skin warmed beneath your lips, but her replying hum had its source somewhere pleasant in her chest.

Steaming bowls placed under watering mouths, your order's arrival ushered in a comfortable hush as you each focused on eating.

🎶

"That was so good!" Rumi pushed against the bar, briefly balancing on one leg of the stool before dropping back.

At her side, you finished your last mouthful, and nodded. "We should bring Mira and Zoey here!"

Rumi's smile softened. She would never get tired of how willingly you'd accepted the place Mira and Zoey had in your relationship. They weren't involved in everything, of course, but they were such an important part of her life -- she couldn't imagine being with someone who merely tolerated them. With you, she'd never had to worry about that, and it made her all the more grateful to have found you.

"Definitely."

The word had barely left her lips when your eyes narrowed, and you leaned back on your stool to look past her down the street.

"Hold that thought," you said, terse, and stood.

Frowning, Rumi turned in her seat to keep up with you. "Where are you going?"

"Just, uh -- see someone I recognise. Stay here, I won't be long."

You didn't even look at her as you spoke.

Normally, she would stay out of your business, trust you to handle it yourself if that was what you wanted. But the jagged way you moved, like a deer eyeing up a wolf in the shadows, and the guarded look in your eyes… something was wrong.

She let you slip away without further protest, but watched from the corner of her eye while idly tidying up your crockery. Even within the dim profile of the wall you clung to, red washed over your face.

Rumi's breath hitched. Not here. Not now.

A thin gash in the Honmoon, angry and weeping, trailed out of sight into a small alley just ahead. And you followed in its wake.

Casting aside all illusions of sneaking, she dropped a generous wad of cash beside the bowls and was on your heels. Hilt of her sword already forming, the Honmoon quivered beneath her hand.

Rumi turned at the alley's edge, sharp as a blade. It was quiet. Still. You hadn't seen her yet, too busy stalking after the man ahead.

Usually, there would be at least a few night-time stragglers around. Seoul was full of life, constantly moving, never quiet. In all but its darkest alleys.

One by one, the street lamps buzzed, flickered, and gave out.

Patterns shimmered at the hems of unbranded athleisure wear, lit from within by fuchsia fire.

Rumi saw the man bare teeth too big for his mouth, glinting from the inner glow, before you did. Spurred by the furious hammering of her heart -- if she didn't act in time, it would strike, she would be too slow, not enough to save you, would lose you forever -- she launched her sword before any rational thought had fully formed.

It shot past your ear with a high whistle, path arrow-straight right for the demon's head. The force of it stirred your hair. You flinched back.

Her sword punched a hole through a crimson cloud instead of demonic flesh. In the beat that followed, both swirled and dissipated. The alley was plunged into darkness.

Then, Rumi's sword rematerialised in her hand, and a soft blue cast back the night.

For a split second, she could see your face. You had turned in her direction. Your eyes shone in her sword's glow.

Crimson filled her eyes.

She lashed out.

Her sword made contact. The demon burst into red light and disintegrated before her.

You filled her vision again.

Oh, no.

The street lamps reignited. Darkness was chased away. The alley rejoined Seoul's night life, and the city again roared around you.

Your face: every tiny crease of your mouth, every gaunt shadow, now stared back at Rumi under the unceasing illumination of pale spotlights.

Her raised arm fell limp; static danced across her fingertips as she let her sword's energy rejoin the Honmoon.

"This-- uh-- this isn't what you think! I-I, um, it's just--"

Damn! Years of how to respond to her hunting potentially becoming known drilled in until she knew it like a hymn, yet with you, her mind went blank.

How was she supposed to lie to you?

"I can explain, I just need you to--"

"Rumi, stop! I don't need any excuses. I know, okay?" You gestured to the fading ashes of the demon to make your point clear.

The Honmoon's scar dimmed between you, magic knitting back together in cool violet tones.

The first thing to flood Rumi's mind wasn't relief. Far from it.

This didn't mean she could confess the struggles that came with hunting demons -- this meant she couldn't let her mask slip an inch, not even for a second, not around anyone.

In an instant, you went from a safe place to indulge in little joys, someone she could convince of tattoos or body paint, to yet another person she had to hide from.

Oh, God. Had you already seen? Did you already know? She was always so careful, but with you, it was scarily easy to relax, to trust, to slip up...

"The magic sword is new," you said, tentative.

Rumi tugged at the edge of her sleeve. "I think we both have some explaining to do."

Your eyes tightened. "Agreed."

~[R]~

- love, toasty

this started with a cute snippet of r throwing their shoe at a demon due to having no weapon, but then the narrative started to solidify and it no longer fit 😭

i'll get it in something, someday 💪

[idontplaytrack]

Not to be greedy or amything but... could you maybe write Regina George x Reader // regina post bus accident where she has chronic pain from it, but reader has chronic pain from fibromyalgia. Reader never told anyone about it but one day it flared up badly and Regina is the only one that notices qns she becomes protective and starts to take care of them? You can make it a series if you want, have her slowly falling in love with reader! —🐇

If Walls Could Talk

Regina George x gn! reader

Warnings: coarse language, chronic pain/flare up descriptions

- w.c: 1.1k

You were rudely awakened by the sound of your alarm clock at six a.m. sharp. You slapped the screen to turn it off, but you still hadn’t gotten out of bed. Your head kills, your limbs ached and felt so heavy, you could barely move them without feeling like you were going to sob. You dozed off, only to be woken up by your second alarm fifteen minutes later. Finally, you dragged yourself out of bed and to the bathroom to freshen up. You could barely open your eyes, even by the time you were out on your porch with your backpack on your shoulder waiting for Regina to come and pick you up.

You leaned against the pillar, hand in your pocket holding your phone in the meantime. You snapped out of your trance when you heard a car honk in front of you. Blinking profusely then squinting to focus, you realised it was Regina. “Hey.” Regina smiled when she saw you but her face very quickly fell when you got closer and into the front passenger side with her. “Are you alright?”

“Just tired.” You mumbled. Your eyes screwed shut for a moment when you felt that throbbing spread around your head.

She made a sound, you knew she was unconvinced but still didn’t say anything. It was too early to squabble, or upset you, rather. “Did you have breakfast?”

You nodded, massaging your temple, “I did, Stomach’s a bit upset so I had some oatmeal and a banana.” 

“Good.” She hummed.

The rest of the drive was quite quiet, apart from the music playing through the speakers. The first half of the day was okay, you just had to sit through them. After lunch came Literature class with Mrs. Daly— she always picked on you to answer questions, read a passage, asked you what you thought about the reading that was done. This was the last thing you needed today, but you were not about to miss classes over body aches. Everybody gets those, why should you skip school over that?

“y/n, Wuthering Heights.”

Well, damn.

“Did you do the reading?”

“Yes I did, Mrs Daly.” You answered flatly. 

“Good, based on your reading, what year was Nelly born?”

You gulped, wait. You knew this. You did the math. Because you’ve already read this book before. Why couldn’t you remember? 

“Um.”

“y/n, did you do the work or not?”

“I read it, I did.” You nearly huffed. 

Come on, get this over with.

“1758.”

“Thank you.”

You quickly sat back down, and once she was at the front of the class again, you looked at the whiteboard but weren’t actually focused on anything.

Before you had registered it, you were moving onto the next class, and the next class. And the next one. With barely any time to stop in between, that meant that Regina couldn’t ask you anything and you were kind of glad about that.

“Hey, y/n. Do you want some coffee?”

“Um…”

“You just seem so sleepy, I figured it’d perk you up.” Gretchen explained with a smile. She had some in her flask— she always had a latte or sometimes matcha with her in school. 

“Gretch, thank you but my stomach’s being a little weird today so I shouldn’t have caffeine.” You declined, “Just two more classes.”

“Oh, alright then.” Gretchen seemed a tad worried.

“I’m okay, just stressed with midterms coming up.” 

“Get some sleep tonight. Early.” She said back.

“I’ll try, Gretch.” You chuckled while spotting Regina approaching from a distance.

“Finally catching you for a minute.” Regina smirked in her usual fashion, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Hey.” You smiled.

“You want to go to the mall after school to eat and maybe shop a little?” 

“Not today, I’m really sleepy.” You told her.

“That’s okay, I’ll spend the night with you.”

“Okay.” You replied, and before you could say anything more, the bell went off. “I’ll meet you back here after your last class, okay?” Regina kissed you again, on the cheek this time, “Love you.”

“Love you too.” 

“Come on, Gretch. Let’s get to home ec.” Regina glanced at Gretchen, tilting her head in the opposite direction.

“Yep. See you later, y/n.” Gretchen gave you a hug before she left with Regina. And you, were headed to gym class. But ultimately decided to sit in the nurse’s office until it was time to go home because you absolutely could not risk it. 

After the final bell of the day, you went over to your locker where Regina said she’d meet you and go home together.

————

“Will you talk to me if something is going on?”

“Regina— you know. You know how my pain gets sometimes. I don’t want to have to rely on somebody else to get through the day.” You bit back a sigh, “You already have your back hurting all the time, Reg.”

“You have your days, I have mine. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be there for you and take care of you. Sometimes, not all the time. I know that. Just when you need the help. Let me be there for you, I know it sucks. It’s hard, and it’s so isolating.” 

“It’s hard for me to— you— I  don’t like asking for help because it makes me seem like a burden.” You revealed in tears. 

“I know, baby. I understand that, but we talked about that. Right? No matter what, it’s going to be okay if we go through it together. It’s going to take time, but I will be by your side no matter how hard it gets. You just let me know and I’ll be right with you.” 

She took your hand into her own and led you upstairs to your room. “Let’s get you into a fresh set of clothes then we can lay down, sound good?”

You nodded silently and stood next to her while she got you a loose comfy sweatshirt and a pair of shorts. You groggily changed into the clothes and crawled under the covers, Regina followed suit. “Come here.” She opened up her arms and you scooted closer to her. Regina kissed the top of your head, “Close your eyes. Get some sleep, I got you.” 

“Okay.” You answered quietly, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” She ran a hand through your hair, “Did you take any pain medicine today?”

“I did.” You nodded, snuggling closer to her, “The muscle relaxant.” 

“Naproxen? Okay. Do you want to take it again? It could help you get to sleep more comfortably.” 

“Yeah, that’ll be nice.” You muttered, face almost smushed against her shirt. 

“Alright, I’ll just be a minute. Going to get you some water and the pill.” She told you then carefully pulled away from you. Regina returned soon after, you took the pill and laid back down in her arms. “Okay, go to sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“You’re staying the night?”

“Mhm, I am. I’ll wake you up for dinner. For now, just rest.”

“Thanks, Reg.”

“Of course, baby.” 

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[sleepn0tfound]

Imagine Neglected!Super/Kent!Reader

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We always see neglected batsis!reader but imagine neglected Super/Kent!reader.

Super/Kent!Reader who was born without any powers or any meta gene.

Super/Kent!Reader who doesn't get intentionally ignored by Clark and the family but he would always spend more time with Jon to train him and would always tell her next time.

Super/Kent!Reader who was the most welcoming towards Connor when he first came but as he got accepted by the others she slowly faded into the background as if she didn't exist, like she was a ghost in her own house.

Hacker!Reader who was actually born with different powers compared to the Supers but hid them.

Hacker!Reader who graduated MIT very early on and started to become an anonymous hacker that stole money from the corrupt rich and gave them to places in need, such as crime alley.

Hacker!Reader who toyed with the Justice League, none of them able to find out who she is. Occasionally, she hacks the Watchtower, making the screen glitch, and her signature mark appears; the star of Themis.

Hacker!Reader who even outsmarts Oracle in terms of hacking.

Hacker!Reader who provides Red Hood with all the information he needs.

Hacker!Reader who excels at making tech and frequently teams up with Red Hood and gives him very advanced and specialised tech that is unrivaled, much to Batman's displeasure since Red Hood won't tell him who the new vigilante is.

Hacker!Reader who only gives her tech out to one person, Red Hood. Which can be seen from her signature mark, a four-sided star surrounded by swirls of energy, nicknamed 'the star of Themis'

Hacker!Reader who nobody knows the identity of, except for one person.

Super/Kent!Reader who regularly hangs out with Jason. (Jason finally acquired his own Super)

[thatlotuscookie]

sung jinwoo x reader (nsfw/spicy hcs)

mdni, nsfw ahead. not proofread / in my solo leveling thirst era. idk what this is tbh. wanted to add kink list but this was getting too long eee jealous/possessive jinwoo headcanons

Stamina? Insane When it comes to sex, Jinwoo is a FORCE to be reckoned with. His stamina in the sack is simply legendary. While most men might flag after a single, intense round, Jinwoo can keep going and going, driven by an insatiable hunger for pleasure- and pleasuring YOU. His cock is a pistoning machine, he fucks you with a raw, animalistic power, each thrust a declaration of ownership. His cock spears deep, hitting spots inside you that make stars burst behind your eyelids. And still, he shows no signs of slowing down, his balls churning out endless loads of hot, sticky cum. The man is built for fucking, plain and simple.

"Mmm, you feel so good... I could fuck you forever," he growls, his voice husky with desire as he pounds into you from behind. His hands grip your hips, fingers digging in as he sets a brutal pace, each thrust sending shockwaves of bliss through your trembling body.

Favorite position? Given Jinwoo's dominant nature and powerful build, it's no surprise that his favorite position would be one that allows him to take control and assert his strength. The missionary position, with him on top, seems tailor-made for the man. He loves the feeling of being face-to-face with his you, and to spice it up? He tilts your hips up and presses his palms to splay your thighs wide open. SHEEESH. From this vantage point, Jinwoo can watch the pleasure play across his your features, savoring every gasp and moan. His hands can roam freely, gripping ass cheeks, tracing the lines of your torso, and tangling in your hair as he sets a punishing rhythm. It also puts Jinwoo's impressive endowment on full display, his thick cock plunging in and out of you with ease, his v line and oh lawd the biceps! and pecs

"Look at me, baby," Jinwoo growls, his voice low and commanding as he hammers into you from above. "I want you to see every inch of my cock stretching you open, filling you up until you can't take anymore." His hips snap forward with brutal force, driving his length deeper into your quivering cunt. "This is mine, all mine. Every scream, every tremble, every drop of cum I pump into you belongs to me."

He's OBSESSED with your reactions. For Jinwoo, sex isn't just about satisfying his own desires; it's a game of intense focus, where he zeroes in on every subtle reaction from you. He's acutely attuned to the way your body responds to his touch, the sounds that escape your lips, the flush that spreads across your skin. As he drives into you, Jinwoo watches your face intently, drinking in the sight of pleasure etched into your features. Each gasp, each whimper, each shudder sends a thrill through him, spurring him on to greater heights of passion. He's obsessed with the way your eyes glaze over, the way your back arches off the bed, the way your nails dig into his shoulders.

You're lying beneath Jinwoo, legs splayed wide apart as he pounds into you with unrelenting fervor. Sweat glistens on your skin, and your breasts heave with each ragged breath. Jinwoo's gaze is riveted to your face, drinking in every delicious detail of your expression. "You're so fucking pretty like this," he rasps, his voice rough with lust. "Spread out for me, taking my cock like it was made for you. I could stare at you all day, watching you fall apart on my dick."

Literally a huge tease. In public, This bastard knows exactly what he’s doing. He’s gonna whisper the filthiest shit in your ear right when you least expect it. In public? At dinner? While you’re on the phone? Yeah, he gets off on seeing you flustered. And when you're actually in the bedroom, Jinwoo is a master of torture, using his teasing touches to drive his you to the brink of madness before finally granting you release. He delights in building anticipation, his fingers dancing along your skin with maddening slowness, barely grazing your most sensitive areas before pulling away. You find yourself writhing beneath him, desperate for more contact, as Jinwoo toys with you like a cat with a mouse. He teases your nipples with gentle bites and licks, coaxing them into stiff peaks before abandoning them to leave you aching for his return. His mouth trails down your stomach, pausing to swirl his tongue around your belly button in a circular pattern that makes your toes curl.

 Jinwoo kneels between your parted thighs, his hot breath wafting over your slick folds as he leans in to taste you. His tongue darts out, flicking lightly against your clit in a feather-soft caress that leaves you panting for more. But instead of delving deeper, he pulls back, his eyes locked on yours with a wicked gleam.Not yet, baby, he murmurs, his voice husky with promise. I want to hear you beg for it first. With that, Jinwoo resumes his teasing assault, his tongue tracing the outline of your pussy before dipping inside just enough to coat his mouth with your juices. He sucks gently on your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your nerves.

Aftercare KING Following sex with Jinwoo, aftercare becomes an intimate ritual, a chance for him to show tender affection to the person he's just dominated in bed. Despite his rugged exterior, Jinwoo has a soft spot for cuddles and soothing your post-coital tremors. He cradles you close, his strong arms wrapping protectively around your spent form as he presses warm kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and the sensitive skin of your neck. His touch is gentle now, a stark contrast to the aggressive passion of earlier. Jinwoo's voice rumbles softly as he whispers reassurances, praising your responsiveness and the pleasure you brought him. He strokes your hair, tracing patterns on your back, and lavishes attention on your sensitive nipples, easing them with his thumbs.

As the aftershocks of your climax slowly subside, Jinwoo gathers you into his embrace, his muscular frame enveloping your smaller one. He holds you tightly, his heart still racing from the intensity of your coupling. "Damn, that was incredible," Jinwoo murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "You took everything I gave you and begged for more. I'm impressed, baby." He rolls onto his back, bringing you with him so that you rest atop his chest, your ear pressed to his thundering heartbeat. Jinwoo's hands roam your back, stroking and kneading the muscles, working out any remaining tension. "Let me take care of you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Just relax and let me soothe you."

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You've Seen the Butcher || Sung Jin-woo Headcanons (18+ MDNI)

Featuring: fluff, smut, and the lingerie he loves most on you

You slowly enter 'Cause you know my room And then you crawl your knees off And then you shake my tomb

A/N: I've been meaning to make a thirst/shameless smut post for this scrumptious man, and his appearance in the last episode finally gave me the push to do it. As always, please be mindful of the content warnings listed below.

༺♡༻ Dividers by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

༺♡༻ Lingerie set images from @martysimone

Content warnings: 18+ MDNI, shameless smut, body worship, praise, slight degradation, afab!reader, A-rankhealer!reader, established relationship, feral!Jin-woo

Sets featured (top left to bottom right): 1.) Agent Provocateur | Dianah in leavers lace + crystals | Spring Summer 2024, 2.) I.D. Sarrieri | Venetian Glass in Blue Jeans embroidered tulle + silk, 3.) Dita Von Teese | Victresse in Kingfisher Blue satin + embroidered tulle, 4.) Dita Von Teese | Rosewyn black + green embroidery on tulle + velvet straps + finishes

Dungeons are harsh, unforgiving landscapes devoid of warmth or light. There was no room for error in these dangerous outliers. Even attempting an "easy" raid in a D-rank gate can come at the cost of your life. The double dungeon incident was more than enough proof of that. Due to the unpredictability in their line of work, many hunters simply could not afford the luxury of a love life much less a committed relationship. Sung Jin-woo was one such hunter.

As the man once mocked as being the “weakest hunter of all mankind”, he had more than his fair share of life stressors: a father who's been missing and presumed dead for the last ten years, a sick mother whose hospital bills would’ve totaled in the billions of won if not for the Hunters Association, and being the sole provider for his hardworking and studious little sister. Compound all this by him nearly dying every day and it was easy to see how romance was furthest thing from Jin-woo’s mind.

And then you stepped into his life –

Prior to entering a relationship, you and Jin-woo were fellow hunters who embarked on many of the same raids together. Despite being an A-rank healer, you chose to frequent E- and D-rank gates to render aid to those in need. Many of your peers sneered at your actions deeming them to be beneath a hunter of your caliber. But you paid them no heed. You enjoyed being able to use your mage craft to help others.

You're constantly crossing paths with Jin-woo because of how often he’s injured. He's never left a raid without at least one broken bone, a nasty gash, or some other form of bodily harm. Yet no matter how grievous his wounds are, he’s always coming back to participate in more raids. You can’t help but feel for the young man especially after witnessing his sheer grit and determination. You find Jin-woo's strength of will to be admirable and in your opinion he's far more courageous than most of the A- and S-ranks you’re acquainted with.

You tend to be very hands-on when it comes to healing Jin-woo: cradling his head in your lap, running your fingers through his hair, and speaking in soothing voice to distract him from the pain. He was just so vulnerable like this; you couldn’t help but coddle him. Within the span of a few weeks, you became comfortable enough around Jin-woo to share the intimacies of your life with him. And he did as well. Ironically it’s in a dungeon of all places that a deep emotional connection develops. It isn't long before your mutual friendship progresses into something more.

Unfortunately, the former E-rank was too insecure at the time to act on his feelings. It’s not until he acquires the system and starts leveling up that he becomes confident enough to confess to you. The radiant smile that blossoms across your face and the sensation of your soft lips molding against his has Jin-woo mentally kicking himself for not doing this sooner. He’d only had a small taste but he was already addicted to you.

It's only after he falls in love that Jin-woo discovers his appreciation of lingerie.

He's never given much thought to women’s undergarments before. Sure, the intricate patterns of tulle, silk, and lace appealed to the eye, but Jin-woo much prefers you bared in all your naked glory. To the reawakened hunter there was nothing more gorgeous than the sight of your lush body writhing in ecstasy as he fucks you into oblivion.

Jin-woo absolutely adores fucking you. He just can't get enough of his pretty girl. He'll make you cum repeatedly until your mind melts and you're completely consumed by pleasure. The man revels in your softness, delights in your cute moans and sighs. Hell, he’d spend all of eternity with his head buried between your thighs if you'd let him. Jin-woo wants to drown in you and your perfect little cunt.

Making love to Jin-woo is an otherworldly experience. He's the most selfless and giving partner you've ever had, bar none. Part of this can be attributed to his high perception stat. It enables him to be fully attuned to all your sexual needs and desires. He can even sense when you're ovulating, and it’s at the peak of your fertility when your normally gentle and considerate lover becomes downright insatiable.

Running his calloused hands all over your smooth thighs while he spreads them apart. Grunting rough and low into your ear when he sees just how much of "wet and needy little slut" you are for him. Sinking his deft fingers into the fat of your hips as he bounces you up and down on his cock at a frantic pace. Every delicious drag of his thick cockhead has your eyes rolling back into your skull and pressure continuously mounts in the pit of your stomach. He's hitting all your best spots just right causing you to keen and arch against him. And just as your climax washes over you he silences your cries with his lips, kissing you to completion.

Although he can be incredibly rough with you at times, Jin-woo always ensures you receive an ample amount of body worship and after care. You’re the most cherished person in his life after all. You were there for him when he was at his lowest point. A source of solace in a world filled with violence, deception, and betrayal. How could he not treat you with the utmost reverence?

As you come down from your high, Jin-woo gently caresses your inner thighs with his hands, trailing a path of feather-light kisses from your ankles to your calves and all the way up to your hips. He then brings his face towards your soaked pussy, still puffy and swollen from being ravished earlier. Jin-woo smirks and shoots a smoldering gaze at you.

“Want me to kiss it better, pretty girl?”

Your only response is to stroke his mussed-up hair and push him directly into your cunt. Liquid heat courses through your veins as Jin-woo lavishes attention on your core. You almost tumble off the bed when he abruptly takes your aching clit into his mouth and sucks hard on it. At this rate he’d be making you cum for the sixth time that evening.

Throughout his ministrations a ceaseless stream of praise falls from his lips in between wet smacks and groans.

“You’re doing so good, so fucking good for me sweetheart.”

“You needed this, didn’t you pretty girl? Big strong hands all over your body and that perfect little pussy.”

“You’re gonna cum? Go ahead and cum then, sweetheart. Take what you need, yeah. Take what you fucking need.”

“Mhm –  yeah, that’s it! Cum all over my tongue! Good girl, perfect fucking girl!”

Suffice to say the man is enamored with every last inch of you. The very idea of impeding your mouthwatering curves with flimsy pieces of fabric seems like a crime against nature to Jin-woo.

After a series of particularly grueling raids, Jin-woo wants nothing more than to return home, wash away the day’s frustrations in a hot shower, and fall asleep with you in his arms. You had other ideas, however.

A sudden vibration from his phone catches his attention. When he retrieves the device from his pocket, he's greeted by a text from you with an image attached to it. Shit, he forgot to call or text you as soon as he closed the gate! Jin-woo hadn't been able to stay in contact while traversing through dungeons due to the interference from their magical energy, so he always made sure to reach out to you as soon as he was back. He must've been so tired that it slipped his mind. He'd also been gone longer than he intended to. Dammit, you were probably worried about him...

When he opens your text, he expects you to have sent a short message to check in on him like you usually do in these situations. However, there's only the attached image. The moment Jin-woo takes in what's seeing, he nearly ends up crushing his phone from how hard he was gripping it. The text contained a picture of you, dressed to kill in a royal blue lingerie set. Your body was splayed out provocatively over the king-sized bed you both shared. Jin-woo finds himself at an utter loss for words. You were just stunning, like sex incarnate.

An embroidered bra comprised of tulle and silk cups your supple breasts, accentuating their beauty. The matching garter belt and thong are equally flattering, trailing across the dips and curves of your figure like running water. Kohl rimmed eyes and rouge lips round out your sumptuous appearance, making you even more beguiling. Jin-woo feels as if he's been enraptured by an enchantress; he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Unable to bear being apart from you for another second, he performs a hasty Shadow Exchange with the high orc appointed as your bodyguard.

A coy smile tugs at your lips as you see Jin-woo manifest behind you from the top of your vanity mirror. His timing was impeccable, you had just finished touching up your make up. He all but pounces on you before you even have the chance to turn around. Jin-woo captures your lips in a flurry of hot, open mouthed kisses. His hands grope and wander all over your form, pinching and teasing your nipples through the sheer material of your bra. You moan and tilt your head back, granting him access to the column of your neck. You chuckle breathlessly as he mouths against the tender flesh.

"I take it you liked my surprise for you, huh Jin-woo?"

"Mhm," Jin-woo hums as he leaves a small love bite under your ear, "I loved it. You're the hottest thing I've ever seen, sweetheart. I couldn't last another moment without having my lips on your skin. Fuck, how did I get to be so lucky?"

You wrap your arms around the back of his broad shoulders and lean forward to whisper seductively in his ear.

"It's been so long since I've had you, Jin-woo. Please, don't stop. I need you inside of me."

He pulls his head back, and the look he sends you almost causes your knees to buckle. His eyes have taken on a beautiful amethyst hue and there's a voracious hunger in them. You felt like a rabbit staring into the gaze of a wolf, and it thrilled you. You loved when Jin-woo got like this – completely unhinged and feral for you.

He effortlessly hoists you over his shoulder and tosses you onto the bed like a ragdoll. It knocks the wind out of you, and you can only stare up at him as he begins to remove his shirt, his eyes never once leaving yours. You drink in his appearance as more and more tantalizing skin is revealed. The muscles of his chest and abdomen are drawn taught, and his biceps flex and bulge when they come into view. Your legs spread automatically at the sight, and Jin-woo proceeds to pin you to the bed, unable to control his lust any longer. You feel yourself sinking into the abyss as he has his wicked way with you. Neither of you end up leaving the room for the next three days.

From that point on, Jin-woo made sure to fill your wardrobe with multiple sets of expensive lingerie. He was finally beginning to understand the appeal of an S-rank hunter's exorbitant salary. One would think Jin-woo would be drawn to darker, more mature pieces that matched his tenebrous aura. But his taste in lingerie was very much the polar opposite.

Teal, sky blue, navy blue, and neutral shades of green, beige and white are his favorite colors on you. He's also obsessed with garters, sheer material, and lace. Nothing gets Jin-woo more fired up than seeing his girl all dolled up. You're a goddess in his eyes and you only deserve the best.

[sheep-from-rad]

Imagines: Batman x Social Media handler! reader Note: I'm making a series soon I'm just making sure the plot is right.

Being the Batfam’s public and private social media handler is the weirdest job that you’ve ever handled in your life. You were a vigilante forced to stop being one after dealing with life-threatening injuries and now you’re handling half of Barbara’s job. Honestly you don’t have complaints. The pay is good, the benefits are good, the bonuses are top tier, and Alfred makes snacks whenever you’re in the mansion for work. 

Monday at 3:00 a.m., you’re at the Batcave next to Tim who is nursing his third cup of coffee. He’s reading cases and cross examining evidence while you’re on your own computer watching thirst edits and making sure none of the angles are too close to their faces that can compromise their identities. From time to time Tim would peek on your computer to make a weird face or just straight up comment about he’s not caffeinated enough to watch 30 more minutes of Robin edits. You both agree that Dick deliberately poses  after every landing or every after fight for the edits. Also Nightwing’s butt has its own hashtag.  

Tuesday you’re sitting with the Batkids at the Wayne manor common room as you read aloud the thirst posts and DMs their accounts had received, it had become a little tradition. Damian thinks it’s repulsive but he stayed to watch the horror filled expressions. To his own horror however, he learnt that the ones who received the most thirst posts and DMs are Jason and Bruce. Apparently a lot of people like Red Hood’s ruggedness and no nonsense approach and a lot of people are attracted to masked men. 

Wednesday you’re in the cave with Stephanie and Duke with the weekly meme watching compilation (the purpose is to make sure that they don’t accidentally say something in public that can be hinting their identities. If they did, you’ll have to send the vid to Barbara to have it scrubbed off the internet) . It has also become a tradition that Alfred now makes a lot of popcorn whenever Wednesday rolls. Scrolling on the Gotham video media, when you search the terms ‘Batman’, ‘Robin’, or anything hero related, you will first be greeted by the headlines or recent news. Scrolling on next pages, you’ll be greeted by meme compilations. Stephanie really likes the ‘Batman being a tired dad: A compilation’. It currently has around 100+ videos on it. Duke finds it really fun to watch ‘Red Hood and Robin bickers while Signal patrols in the background for 30 minutes’. 

Thursday is relatively slower than other days. You sat at your normal desk job at Wayne Enterprise as the social media manager. Luke Fox would sometimes pass by your desk to pass some secret documents to be sent to the cave but most of the time you just spent your hours sitting in front of the computer while listening to the ‘10 hours of Gotham rain occasionally broken by Nightwing slipping on my house’s roof’. At lunch break, Dick would swing by to get the names of the crazy fans from the DMs to make sure they don’t do anything crazy (ps he’s always annoyed because his request from Barbara to have that 10 hour asmr video removed is always denied). 

Friday you’re sitting on the Wayne gardens munching on the snacks Alfred made while Cassandra sits next to you. Tomorrow’s your day off and now you’re just making a weekly report. Cassandra poked you as the Wayne men came barreling out of the backdoor for the weekly competition of who gathered the most edits/fanfics/fanarts this week. To their surprise, this time there were no competitions. They were instead greeted by Bruce who lectured them about fighting while on patrol (also Stephanie won this week)

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[fyeahnix]

Sevika is known as "Zaun's Scariest Woman," but when she's alone with you, she could give the sweetest, most innocent dog a run for its money.

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Sevika barely uttered a word when she came in that night. You thought to scold her when she didn't greet you as normal, but judging by her rigid shoulders and perpetual scowl, she'd had a particularly crappy day.

When she finally finished her longer-than-usual shower and night routine, she clambered into bed, reaching to pull you closer before burying her head in your chest. She sighed, then inhaled, then sighed again.

"Hi, baby," she finally said.

"Hey. You...feeling better?"

She nodded and tightened her grip around you. "'m sorry. Didn't mean not to speak earlier. Wasn't mad at you or anything. Just...had a day. Needed to unwind."

You brushed strands of her loose hair out of her face. Innocent strokes traced arcane marble, massaged her skin until you journeyed to train fingers through dark hair. "You know I'd help you with that if you asked."

She buried her face deeper, muffling her voice. "You're helping a lot now."

You smiled.

Having moved to lay between your legs, Sevika rested there, nuzzling her nose into the side of your breast. She breathed. Deeply.

You sat with her for an unspoken amount of time, feathering your nails across her scalp and down her neck for the occasional shiver that rolled down her spine. She wasn't sleeping—not yet, anyway, even in the dim, amber-lit bedroom you shared—but soaking in the comfort. For a person like Sevika in her line of work, high stress was a given, an expectation. Day in and day out was a fight for survival and a fight for freedom. There would always be days like this, where she'd come back to you in one piece but her mind shattered from the day's events, where she'd search for solace in your embrace to help piece herself back together. You always regretted destroying that modicum of peace with the same probing question that came to mind.

"You wanna talk about it?"

Indignation colored the breath that escaped her flared nostrils, and she slow-blinked into the distance. You'd seen that expression enough times to know what fueled it. She left the question to linger in the air. You respected it.

She reached for your free hand. Pulled it close and kissed your knuckles one by one. Then pressed her lips against the heel of your palm. Another. Then another. And on and on until she inched higher and landed in the center of your palm. Like a meditative process, the motions calmed her, relaxed her facial muscles 'til serenity returned to take control.

"Not now," she whispered and motioned closer to fit her scarred cheek between your collar and neck. "Just wanna lay with you."

And so you did.

Silence overcame once more and for a time you lay still, only interrupted by the sporadic moan that escaped Sevika as she succumbed to sleep.

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No Glory

(Yandere Gladiator x Empress Reader x Yandere Emperor)

Summary: There is no glory in seeing your lover in the arms of another.

(Tw: Gore, Violence, Forced Relationship)

A/N: Guess who watched Gladiator II, hehe 🤭

-unedited-

-The Emperor’s wife is an untainted beauty.

-Despite the blood and death on his hands, the Empress remains pure from his sins.

-With soft luscious lips and unblemished skin, kind doe eyes a beautiful color.

-Draped in white robes, with gold accents. White Gold jewelry adorning her frame. Pearls hanging from her ears and entwined in her hair.

-She has a beautiful smile and kind eyes. Willing to choose mercy over shedding blood.

-Unlike her cruel husband who relishes in it.

-Anyone blessed to be within her radius marvel at her presence. Even more so when she smiles. Be careful not to stare too long, the Emperor is always watching.

-The Empress is beauty incarnate a being coveted by all people. Adored by the citizens of Rome and boasted as the most beautiful woman in the world.

-And the Emperor is a lucky man. A lucky man indeed.

-There are whispers of her divinity and where the Empress hails from.

-Some say she was given to Rome to the Emperor as a gift from the Gods.

-Others argue that she herself is a Goddess who willingly married their glorious Emperor.

-None know the Empress’ origins.

-Except for two people.

-The brutal Emperor of Rome.

-And a Gladiator who knows too much for his own good.

-A man who waits for the next fight he’ll be thrown in. Where he’ll be fighting for his life.

-For the delight and entertainment of others.

-His life matters not, it never did.

-Yet, when he wakes up, when he trains for his fights, and when he goes to sleep. He thinks of you. He lives for you.

-He knows the truth.

-You don’t belong to the Empire of Rome. Or that bastard Emperor.

-You belong to him.

-You were his long ago. When he wasn’t a war broken man torn by the cruelty of others.

-In a land far away from Rome, you both once lived together at peace.

-He’d been a gentle man once. Someone who pined after you in your youths, who’d begged your father for your hand, and had cried when he married you.

-He loves you so much.

-He had never been one for religion but if there were any gods out there, he thanked them sincerely for the life they gave him. One with you.

-Then the Romans came. And they took everything.

-They came with a hunger for blood and conquest. Ready to plunder their lands and take over them.

- They killed his family, his friends, people he had known.

-They did it with bloodthirsty grins. And the one who led them was the cruel Roman Emperor who lived for the violence.

-He killed many while on his black stallion. His sword plunging into innocent people.

-Man or woman, the Emperor didn’t care. He demanded blood and blood he would get.

-It was horrifying the strength of the Emperor as he slaughtered those around him.

- Your husband watched as he committed atrocities.

-There was no mistake, with that monster there, his and your home would be overtaken.

-Him taken a slave to fight in the pits of violence at the Colosseum.

-And you made a slave, owned by someone as an object.

-No. he wouldn’t let that happen.

-Now all he had left was you. And he would die before anyone touched you.

-So he prepared his stallion, picked up your precious form and placed you on the horse. You looked at him with worried eyes, tears slipping down your soft cheeks.

-He’d only look at you with loving eyes. Cupping your lovely face in his large hands.

-He remembered your look of worry as you questioned where would you both go. Your sweet gentle eyes pleading as you made him promise to never leave your side.

-He promised that not even death would separate you both.

-Then, he’d been clubbed upside the head. Pushed to the floor as someone began beating him with an inch of his life. He tried to get up but then another one had shown up with club and struck him in the head.

-Both Roman soldiers jeered as they continued their violent onslaught. He’d almost seen double.

-But what stood out to him was your anguished face.

-Your shrill cries of agony rang out through the air as the love of your life was beaten to a a pulp.

-The stallion had jumped, and pushed you off of its massive body.

-You tumbled to the floor, hitting your back violently.

-With no regard for any injury, you’d quickly jumped up and tried to stop the cruel soldiers from killing your love.

-You’d shove at them yelling out for them to stop. Though to no effect as your smaller form was no match for the mighty guards of the Roman Army.

-One of them had only sneered at you before delivering a backhand to your face.

-You fell on your side, your nose bleeding from the impact.

-You quickly got up and clung to a guard’s leg as you begged for them to spare your husband.

-They ignored you and continued their onslaught.

-Until the galloping of hooves.

-There the Emperor was like a sign of death as he rode his gigantic black stallion.

-Blood coated his face and armor. None of it his.

-The war was over, Rome’s victory assured.

-And yet the Emperor was left unsatisfied.

-So he went on the prowl for more victims. All until no one was left.

-He caught sight of his soldiers torturing a large man as his wife begged them to stop.

-Any honorable leader would have stopped his soldiers and given the couple a swift merciful death. No more suffering was needed from a war already won.

-But he was far from honorable.

-As he approached it wasn’t because he wanted to stop the violence.

-He was honed in on the soft crying and pleading of the woman.

-A sound so delightful that he couldn’t help but want to hear more.

-He got off of his mighty horse. His steps confident.

-But as you turned around to face him, he felt his breathe hitch, his steps waver.

-It was as if he was in the presence of Aphrodite herself.

-There you were with tears in your big eyes and blood dripping down your nose.

-Even in filthy peasant clothes, you were the most beautiful being he had ever laid his eyes on.

-He had to had you. And have you he will.

-His eyes narrowed at your injured face. The soldiers most likely the culprit.

- “Stop.” He commands, his word alone enough to halt the violence.

-With a sob you run to your husband as he lay on the floor. You place his head on your lap. Ripping a piece of fabric from your dress, to clean the blood on his face.

-Your poor husband looks at you with swollen eyes, barely focused. Your heart broke further.

-The two soldiers quickly turn around. Sinking onto their knees to properly greet the Emperor of Rome.

“My emperor.” They say in union.

-They cower under the glare of the Emperor.

-“Which one of you hurt the girl?”

-Both soldiers look at each other confused. He wasn’t taking about the sobbing girl behind them, was he? The enemy?

-The Emperor’s glare becomes murderous. He draws his sword from his scabbard. It glints with the blood of his foes. But all know that his sword can just as easily kill who he pleases, friend or foe.

-It was at that moment, both the soldiers knew that whoever was guilty— they would be dead in the next second.

-So, both blamed each other, scrambling to have the Emperor believe them.

-“It was him my emperor, he was the one who hurt the girl—-”

-“Nay my emperor, he lies—”

-Both soldiers plead their innocence. But the Emperor isn’t known for his patience.

-With a brutal slash, he beheads the two soldiers.

-Their heads roll off their bodies.

-A huff of satisfaction leaves the emperor, soldiers who lie are not worthy of his army. He may not be honorable but he has no patience for lying snakes.

-He averts his gaze, to you, only to be met with a puddle of blood. Presumably your husband’s.

-The emperor slowly turns his head to your quiet sobs. Like a predator sniffing out weakness. He sees you dragging the large form of your husband, his arm over your shoulder, his feet dragging against floor.

-You both were trying to escape. Now, that wouldn’t do.

-With large strides, he rips you away from your lover. The man falling gracelessly onto the floor. He tries to pick himself up but his strength is diminished. He could only watch as the Emperor, holds your hands and stares into your beautiful eyes in awe.

-He knows that look. That look of adoration as if in the presence of a goddess.

-Your husband holds the same look for you and now the Emperor does too.

-You try to escape but the Emperor’s grip is painfully tight.

-A whimper escapes your lips as the man gets down on his knees, his head bowed. He mimics the same loyalty his subjects would show him. But he is in the presence of a goddess.

- “The Gods have rewarded me by giving you to me.” He whispers breathlessly. “You are the one they have chosen for me. Rome needs an Empress. And I need a wife.”

-With the hunger of a man starved, he yanks you down to him. Grabbing you by the hair and devouring you into a brutal kiss.

-You cry out into the kiss, looking at your husband pleadingly to save you from the Emperor.

-But your husband is at death’s door, fighting and pleading Hades to not take him. For he couldn’t leave you to such a grim fate.

-The Emperor pulls away, his eyes filled with lust. He’ll have you, but not here in this filth.

-He picks you up a bridal style, taking you to his horse. Taking you to Rome.

-You try to fight him, but he only gives you a scolding glare. As if to say, ‘behave.’

-You cry quietly, looking at your husband’s dying form. The Emperor only sneers at him, spitting on his bloodied face.

-Your husband looks at the Emperor with rage. A rage that makes him shakily get up on his knees.

-Your hands are tied behind the Emperor’s neck, begging him to let you go. A smack to your thigh makes you shut your mouth.

-Once you’re both secured on the horse, the Emperor doesn’t even glance back at him.

-He rides off into the distance, with the blood of his people on his hands and the love of his life in tears.

-Your husband, a broken man, lets out a sorrowful scream. He promptly collapses onto his side, passing out. Pleading with the gods to not take him. He needed to save you.

-Later, he was dragged by his feet. Slave masters had found him. They bet on how much money the large man could make them.

-Him, a none violent man, was put into fighting rings were people placed bets on who would win.

-Your husband, a gentle man was turned into a former shell of himself with each blood shed that coated his hands.

-A man who once held you with tender hands was forced to use them to kill for the entertainment of others.

-He fought weaker men, stronger men, and terrific beasts. All who were in the same position as him. All for the entertainment of others.

-The life he was forced into would have broken others, but not him. Not when he was fueled by an anger. An anger for the Emperor who had taken everything from him.

-The hesitance he once had for killing became nonexistent with each fight. His worth as a slave becoming more and more valuable. And he was taken to more and more valuable places.

-Like a blood thirsty hound, he followed you. He was at the edge of death many times, yet he refused to part from you.

-He followed you to Rome, vengeful and angry. Many times he thought he’d die but once he made it to the grand city, he knew the Gods had given him another chance.

-He needed to be stronger for you. So that he would save you.

-His reputation as a vicious fighter spread throughout Rome. Many eager to see him in the Colosseum.

-And that’s where they took him.

-Now he stands in the arena, his heart beating erratically in his chest. Blood splattered on his face and armor. None of it his.

-There is no glory where he stands while his defeated opponents lay bleeding on the ground.

-There is no glory in the screams and cheers from the crowds. All chanting his name as he stands as the last man standing.

-There is no glory in his victories, where he gets to live another day.

-His eyes shift to where you sit in the grand seats of the Colosseum. You’re beautiful with your silken gown and jewelry. Yet you look at him with such sadness. As if he were another dream out of reach.

-His soft eyes harden when a firm hand grabs your soft one.

-The Emperor brings your hand to his lips, kissing it ardently.

-He doesn’t break eye contact with him as he does this. A clear claim of ownership over you.

-He grits his teeth.

-There is no glory when you’re trapped with that despicable man. There is no glory when you’re not his. There is no glory when the Emperor is still breathing.

-He returns the Emperor’s glare with challenge. Eyes hard with pure hatred and loathing.

-And for that, the Emperor must die.

[hazelfoureyes]

A boiling frog (Alastor x Reader smut)

saw someone talk about “boiling frog syndrome”, when a situation becomes dire so slowly you don’t realize how dangerous it is until it’s too late, like a frog slipping into death as the cold water comes to a boil, never trying to leap out. Made me think of Louisiana frog legs and, of course, our self obsessed deer demon. my longwinded ass used restraint and went for a PWP (I hope…. No, theres still plot. I’m a slut for plot. Sorry?)

Your companionship was peppered onto Alastor so gently and slowly he didn’t realize he was too far gone until he was hopelessly dependent on your attention. He decides the only remedy is to drown you in his.

tags/warnings/promises: Alastor x fem reader, cunnilingus, biting, work attire, realistic descriptions of yet another job I once had, fingering, mentions of my favorite alcoholic beverage, southern shit, filing, that asshole in room 127

Minors DNI

When you first arrived at the hotel, Alastor was pleased to have some help. Charlie informed him of your experience on earth managing apartments and how you would be taking on the role of ‘Resident Relations Manager’. Any issues, complaints, or room adjustments would go to you first. Marvelous. As his underling, you often came to him with your own gripes and stories of the latest drama around the hotel. It became a sort of ritual to meet at the bar after work, talking about the day’s trivial matters over two fingers of rye and a cassis orange. One morning you joined him for coffee in the sunroom he added shortly after your arrival, silently enjoying the view. Then you returned the next day. At some point you started filling his mug and bringing it to the chair he always used. Neither of you spoke, which he found refreshing.

The group dinners were never his scene, the familiarity they bore was uncomfortable and dangerous to his plans. But he overheard your laughter as you and Angel teased each other about what could or couldn’t be defined as a kink. When he joined the table, he was pleasantly surprised at the in-depth conversations you sparked among the band of hopeless fools he’d come to enjoy.

So when he entered the sunroom one morning to see his cup, but not you, it ruffled his fur, so to speak. At dinner, he heard from Charlie you were eating in your office. The bar was full of residents and yet empty all the same when you never arrived.

Three days was all it took. Three days of not seeing you. When he walked past the bar at 9pm to see just Angel and Husk, he continued onward until in the safety of the darkened hall. Licking his teeth, he found himself getting angry. Annoyed that he was promised, by your actions, interesting conversation and like-minded company. His fists curled out of frustration, lights strobing as he stalked down the hall.

But that melted into something even more upsetting, he felt… worried. Not that his smile showed it, passing Vaggie with a nod of his head.

When did you manage to creep into his mind? Like an overlord taking territory, you had taken space in his thoughts with ruthless speed. Never one to be passive in competition, he realized he needed to take drastic measures to catch up to you. He knew of many ways to get *ahead, but he found an ambush always worked like a charm.

Alastor’s shadows gathered before he rose from the floor of your office.

You were standing near a filing cabinet, looking intently at something, “Hello there Alastor, to what-“ you turned the page, not looking at him, “do I owe the pleasure?” You hadn’t actually lifted your head from the file until you felt a hand in the small of your back. You flinched and took a step away, turning around to ask what he was doing when you noticed you weren’t in your office anymore.

The large hole in the wall that led into an endless swamp of a forest hinted at whose room this was.

Closing the file with one hand, you gestured around the room, “Is there a reason I’m here?”

He motioned for you to sit on the bed, and when you laughed he used the microphone to corral you to the edge. “You’ve been busy, as of late.”

“Swamped.” Usually your puns would get atleast a chuckle from your boss, but this time he passed right over it.

“I realized today we haven’t had one of our usual chats in quite a while. What’s been keeping you oh-so-occupied?” He pushed down on your shoulders until you came to rest on the bed.

Nervously, you scooted back a little from him, “Well, so many new residents has meant so many petty little issues. This guy on the 34th floor is angry that the man who killed him is on 37– Alastor?!” He had knelt down and lifted your ankle, slipping your shoe off.

“And?”

“What are you doing?”

“Isn't it obvious?" He picked up the other ankle, "Listening. Continue.”

You laughed breathlessly, “wha-,” but the way he looked up at you seemed to catch your tongue, “uhm, so- yeah so he doesn’t think his killer deserves redemption-,” the other shoe was taken off, neatly set besides its twin. You took a deep breath to try and calm down, “and even if he does, he shouldn’t be—,”Alastor’s hand slipped up your right thigh, fingers taking your stocking and rolling it down. His gaze on your face never wavering.

“Keep going.” The look in his eyes told you he wasn’t just suggesting it.

“-be on a higher floor.” He peeled the left stocking down, delicately pulling it over your toes.

You forgot to breath for a second. Instinctively you brought your knees together.

“That is quite annoying! What ever will you do?” That toothy grin widened as he looked up at you. His hand began to massage the sole of your right foot.

“Huh? Do what?”

“About the man on 34’s complaint”, his hand then moved up to your calf, he hummed, “what supple flesh, my dear.”

“Thank you?” Should you be scared or horny? Was he tenderizing his dinner? He looked up at you expectantly. “I told him if the angels return, higher floors would be the most dangerous.”

"Ha! Quite a clever response! Did it placate him?" He raised your right knee to his mouth, placing his lips above the joint. You felt his breath over your inner thigh as he let out a soft huff of a laugh, a reaction to your confused face. You were absolutely panicked; frozen. That wild look you were giving him, if he could he would drown himself in those eyes. Alastor felt his own excitement build, a twitch pressing his cock against the zipper of his dress pants. What a delicious reaction. His long hands crawled under your work skirt, nails grazing your skin as he grabbed the sides of your panties, "It's rude to leave someone waiting, dear."

You shook your head, crawling backward on the bed, "Okay, I get it. Ha ha, you managed to frazzle me."

A darkness fell over his face, "I don't think you do get it." He opened his mouth and dragged his teeth over the skin of your inner thigh, "You've neglected me quite rudely! Most people wouldn't dare such a thing and yet you don't even seem slightly concerned about it."

Rude? "Alastor, oh my god. What did I do? I've been at work every morning on time, if not early. I have been staying up late to make sure the resident files are up to date. I've been meeting with Charlie like you wanted about-,” He brought the panties down your thighs.

"It is what you haven't been doing, mon cher.” He pulled them clear of one leg, leaving them to hang off the ankle of the other leg. "I've been drinking my coffee alone in the sunroom, do you think I had the set of rocking chairs delivered for my own amusement? Dinner has been monotonous without your conversation. And what about our nightly gossip at the bar?" When he lifted your leg and hooked your knee over his shoulder, you fell back on your elbows to keep from lying flat.

"Listen-- Alastor!" His name was squeaked out as a bite stung you, dangerously close to your now naked pussy.

"Sir." He chided.

"Sir?!" He pushed your skirt up, exposing you, "Sir. I don't really like people going down on me."

"That's odd.” His hands gripped your thighs and dragged your ass to the edge of the bed, your pussy now inches from his face. His eyes rolled from left to right, “I don’t remember asking.” Your other leg was pulled over his shoulder, causing you to finally fall onto your back.

A long, wide tongue licked from mid thigh to the place where your legs met your crotch. You felt the heat of his mouth before he finally made contact with your core, one long lick from entrance to clit.

You buried your face inside the file, inhaling the smell of ink and paper with each pant. Your heart was pounding, the rush of blood from your head to your lap left you dizzy and seeing spots.

“Ah ah! I need your full attention.” He took the file and tossed it to the side. He needed to see your face, this was pointless if he couldn’t watch you go dumb in his mouth.

He had started this wanting to ensure you would be thinking about him as much as he had been you, but the way you couldn’t even speak when he touched you shifted his mission. Now, he wanted to win. Maybe he would be bothered by the absence of your presence in the sunroom, but you’d lie awake at night pained by the absence of his tongue in your cunt.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.” Your face was beet red.

“Good. I’ve never been very fond of sharing my toys.” His nose grazed your already throbbing clit as he sunk his tongue into you. Reflexively your thighs pressed against his ears, his head keeping you from closing them entirely. His tongue seemed to lick at your walls as if reaching for something, the sensation wet and warm. You whined, embarrassed at how you were twitching against his lips.

You could feel his smile widen, thumb pressing down on your clit. Gripping the sheets you tried to ease away, the pressure too rough. His nails dug into your left leg, keeping you from making any real difference.

As he dragged his tongue along your walls you felt something you normally didn’t when getting eaten out; the beginning tension of an orgasm slinking into your stomach.

When his mouth left your cunt you gasped, the air stinging at your wet hole and thighs.

“Starting from the morning, tell me exactly what you did today that was so important you didn’t feel the need to entertain me with your company. If your mouth stops moving, so will mine.” He brought his lips to your other thigh, nipping at the skin.

“I made your coffee but got a call about a resident.” His finger pressed against your entrance before breaching.

“Oh, it has been awhile. I thought you were just being modest”, he laughed, your embarrassed expression spurring him forward. He hadn’t expected you to be so tight on just a single digit.

“She feels unsafe, there’s a jackal demon on her floor who keeps”, his finger curled, hitting that bundle of nerves that made your eyes cross, “who is giving her really scary looks.” He bit down again, breaking the skin. You yelled, yanking your leg back but he didn’t release you. “Alastor- please. This is cruel enough.”

“You haven’t even begun to see me be cruel.” He lapped at the wound, finger in you slowly dragging out before entering again. Still bent, it would hit your spongey g-spot with every move. “After that?”

“I had a meeting with Charlie. About the different growth activities.” Eyes closed, you could feel your pleasure slowly inching up that peak. “I needed to organize the files first, so I ate at my desk again.”

His lips cupped your clit as he began to suck. Your hips rose off the bed and his mouth went with you.

“It’s a lot of paperwork, you won’t let me use a computer for it.” His hand pulled back as a second finger joined. The way your cunt was gripping his fingers, he couldn’t imagine how much you’d hiss around his cock. His hips rutted against the air beside the bed, out of your view.

You put your arm over your eyes to hide yourself in some way, breath hitching when his fingers began pumping in and out of you. The moans tumbling from your mouth made Alastor’s grip on you tighten further. His cock leaking into the front of his pants.

When his tongue stopped flitting over your clit you groaned a complaint.

“Ffuuuck, Alastor. D- Uh, Room 127 hates the view o-,” your jaw clenched around the words, “something something blah blah blah —nngh” your head went back, your hips now fully grinding into his mouth. You needed more friction, your orgasm rolling just to the precipice.

His tongue slowed.

“He- he uh, I said he could move,” his fingers curled, pressing over and over into your g-spot, “when he stops being such an asshole. fuck me, please don’t stop—,” you reached down for his head and took a fist full of hair, earning you a surprised moan from him.

Alastor removed his hand from your leg to palm his clothed erection. His nose buried into your bush as his own breathing picked up.

So close.

“-and now I’m here and you’re here,” your words breathy, “and I’m gonna cum—I’m so close, so close,” your lips tingled from the way you were panting.

You choked out a moan as your orgasm reached its climax and pleasure wracked your body. Your grip on his hair stinging, your pussy sucked his fingers in with so much need he closed his eyes and let himself cum against his palm at the thought of his cock in their place. He felt the warmth soak into his pants.

Both of your hands came to your face, too embarrassed to speak.

Alastor placed your shoes and tights beside you, and rested both of his elbows on either side of your head. His weight pressed into you, and you finally looked at him. He was resting his chin on his cradled hands, staring down at you.

With a smug grin and raised his eyebrows he said, “Apology accepted.” He pushed off of you, bringing both fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean with a wet ‘pop’. “See you in the sun room at 8am! Bring that cheery smile I’ve come to enjoy!” He sunk back into the shadows and was gone.

You looked around, you were back in your office. He’d transported you seamlessly from lying on his bed to lying on your desk.

“Yes, sir.”

*get it? He wanted to “get ahead”… head. The slang for cunnilingus ? I’ll see myself out

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[feralgoblinqueen]

Imagine giving yours and Price’s child a bubble bath and giving them a little bubble beard like his. So you snap a photo and send it to him while he’s deployed. Price is showing the picture off to the rest of the team saying “looks just like me” and just overall adoring getting glimpses of little moments like this while he’s away.

[thewitchandtheassassin]

Stakeout (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Summary: When a stakeout gets too boring, tensions arise.

Words: 2136

Warnings: SMUT, language, clothed grinding, use of the phrase 'cauldron of sexual tension'.

A/N: I did a thing. You're welcome. Set pre-Ultron I guess? Undefined. Reader is an implied super soldier.

-X-

Head lolling away from your binoculars, you absently stared at Natasha’s profile as she studied the building across from you with a terrifying intensity. Even in the dim light filtering through the dirty windowpane of this half-condemned safehouse, the sharp green of her eyes looked unnaturally vivid—or maybe you were just a sucker for her eyes. That was also a possibility.

They narrowed slightly, reflecting the faint glint of a passing car’s headlights outside—her posture rigid and focused. You’d seen that look a hundred times before in the field and on missions. It usually meant somebody was about to die—but never the wrong person. She was eerily precise in that way…

And fuck, it was so hot.

Her body moved just enough to track the wandering denizens of the city. Legs drawn beneath her like a coiled spring, her shoulder brushing yours every so often when she adjusted her grip on the long-lens scope. Her scent—sharp black coffee, leather, and a hint of cinnamon gum—was starting to live in your sinuses.

Three days. No sleep. No real food. Nowhere to go. Just you and Natasha in a crumbling third-floor room across from an empty brownstone with boarded-up windows and the rumors of something sleazy stirring inside it. Gamma-laced drugs—unstable, mutative, potent. Enough to cook a neighborhood if the wrong hands got hold of it… or, y’know, at the very least turn a bunch of addicts into raging Hulk monsters.

Something the team was hoping to avoid at all costs.

You were supposed to be watching for drop-offs. But instead, you’d been focusing heavily on the woman beside you. The slope of her nose, the curve of her mouth…

She shifted again, the line of her jaw tight even as she glanced at you from the corner of her eye. Her hair was pulled up, messy and haphazardly tossed up into a messy bun, a few crimson strands clinging to her cheek in defiance of whatever attempted discipline she’d tried to wrestle them into earlier during the day.

“You’re staring again,” she murmured, her voice low, husky with boredom and something a little too hot simmering just beneath.

The sound sent a hot twist curling in your stomach before you could kill the thought. You hadn’t even noticed your breath had caught in your throat.

“See something you like, soldier?” Her lips quirked up into a slight smirk.

Footsteps echoed on the street below, loud against the wet asphalt. A pair of dealers, maybe. Possibly a contact but unlikely at this point.

Yet neither of you moved toward the window. Instead, her thigh pressed against yours, firm and steady, like she hadn’t noticed.

Or maybe she had. Because if there was one thing you could say with certainty it was that Natasha was always aware.

Always.

You felt her breath near your cheek, warmer now. Her fingers adjusted the binoculars, though the scope wasn’t trained on anything, more idle movement than actual adjustment as she stared into your eyes.

“You know you’re supposed to be focusing, right, soldier girl?” Natasha teased, her voice like a snake traveling up your spine and embedding itself in the base of your skull.

“I’m very focused,” you breathed, “just not on the dealer.”

The corner of her mouth curled, sharp and slow.

“Thought so,” she whispered, almost smug, but there was a crack in it—just enough to let something else slip through. Hours, days, weeks of unspoken want and thinly veiled flirting bubbling to the top of your cauldron of sexual tension that was only burning hotter with every passing second.

She shifted, each twitch slow and deliberate. Her fingers dragged over the fabric of your tactical pants, lazy and testing. Heat bled through the contact like her touch was wired straight into your bloodstream.

And then she straddled your lap.

Her fingers braced against your shoulders, palms flat, her weight sinking down on your thighs. It was far too intimate for something you’d only ever dreamed of in your loneliest nights, when your hand was buried between your thighs, palm pressed over your mouth so no one would hear you moaning her name like a benediction; a prayer carved into the space between your teeth.

She was still fully dressed—and so were you—but in that moment, it didn’t fucking matter.

Her gaze dropped to your mouth and she wet her bottom lip. Her hand ghosted up to your jaw, thumb brushing against your lip, dragging it down slowly as she exhaled softly. Like the moment was finally settling her bones the way it was in yours. Her thumb lingered, held there like it wanted to memorize the shape of your mouth as she trailed over the soft flesh.

“This is a bad idea,” she muttered, more to herself than you. But her hips rolled, just a fraction. Testing her own control—or yours, or both…

“We really—” she started, but the words tangled and died as her body pressed flush against yours, the drag of her pants catching on the ridge of your thigh, pressing just right on her clit through the material.

And she moaned.

Low, almost too low to catch if not for the silence of the room, as she rocked again, almost involuntarily against the muscles of your thigh.

Her hands tightened on your shoulders, nails biting through the thin fabric of your shirt as she panted, mouth a mere few inches from yours.

“Fuck it,” she muttered—

Before she rocked against you again, slower this time.

Deliberate.

Hands reaching up, you knocked her hair loose from its bun as your fingers tangled in her hair, dragging her mouth to yours hungrily, thigh tensing as she rode your leg like it was granting her the oxygen in her lungs.

Her gasp hit your lips as you claimed her, the sound more instinct than permission, like she’d been waiting for you to cross that line for far too long. Her mouth met yours with ferocity, open and needy, lips parting with surrender. Tongue hot and searching, greedy as yours tangled with hers in a kiss that was more battle than seduction.

You could feel her fingers twist in your shirt like she needed the anchor or she’d come apart at the seams. Her hips rolled again, harder now, grinding down against you with a reckless rhythm that made her whole body tremble against yours. Her breath caught on a whimper—your name half-formed, swallowed by your kiss.

You couldn’t remember when, too caught up in the heat of her, it had begun to rain, the water smearing across the windowpane, pounding down in sheets on the glass behind her like war drums. If you’d been thinking properly, you would’ve suggested going to the roof to watch the brownstone. To keep an eye out for the inevitable drug deal gone bad.

But in here, time was meaningless. It didn’t matter that you were supposed to be searching for a dealer. That you were technically compromising the mission by letting months’ worth of tension snap into something neither of you would come back from. Because here? There was only the slick heat between you, the friction of tactical-on-tactical pants and the pressure of her core dragging over the swell of your thigh in desperate, erratic stutters.

Her hands shot up, fingers threading into your hair like something had finally snapped, like a string yanked too tight. She pulled—not gentle, not sweet—dragging your head back just enough to devour your mouth deeper. The scrape of her teeth on your bottom lip was feral. Sharp and bordering on painful but gods, you didn’t care.

“You feel what you do to me?” she whispered, voice rasping as her forehead pressed to yours. Her hips never stopped moving. Every breath came with a tremble now. “Fucking God…”

Her hands roamed, curling under the hem of your shirt, nails raking your sides like she needed to carve the shape of you into her palms.

A noise escaped your throat, not quite a moan—almost a growl—as your hands dropped to her ass and gripped tight, guiding her movements like you were a woman starved and she was the first taste of food you’d had in months.

A breathless gasp tore from Natasha’s lips the second your hands found her ass, your hold hard enough to draw a choked moan as you ground her down, forcing her to ride the firm line of your thigh. Her nails dug into your shoulders—so fucking painful but it only served to light your nerves ablaze—and she let her head fall back for just a heartbeat.

Her throat, pale and glistening with sweat, was exposed in the dim light, pulsing with every staggered breath. You heard it again—that same raw sound she made when she stopped pretending this wasn’t exactly what she’d been wanting for months.

“Jesus…” she hissed, her voice cracking. Her thighs clenched around your hips, muscles quivering as she rolled harder now. Erratic and desperate and racing towards an end she almost didn’t want to find yet.

“Fuck, Tasha…” you groaned against her jaw, nipping and biting at the soft skin.

Her hands fumbled down to the hem of your shirt, shoving it up with trembling urgency, her palms pressing against the bare skin beneath as she grinded down with renewed need. Every drag of her body over yours sparked something hot and raging in her belly. The seam of her tactical pants—rough, unforgiving—rubbed just right against her clit with every thrust.

“Say it again,” she panted, mouth at your ear, voice ruined and hoarse. “Say my name again like that.” And then her lips were on your neck, biting, sucking, claiming; hips moving with wild, unfiltered need.

Somewhere on the street below, a car door slammed. Footsteps. Muffled shouts in a language you didn’t speak. But she didn’t stop. Didn’t slow. Didn’t care.

You felt her body start to shudder as her breath caught hard against your throat.

“I’m—fuck, don’t stop—don’t you fucking dare—” she whined. She ground down again, and again, chasing the edge with a fury that was pure need.

She was close and you could feel it.

Unraveling in your lap, falling apart with every grind of her soaked pants against yours, every ragged gasp in your ear.

“Fuck, you look so good like this, baby… I’ve dreamed about this for months, hearing that pretty voice break as you ride me like this,” you murmured in her ear, nipping at her earlobe.

Natasha let out a broken cry, her whole body jerking at your words like you’d reached inside her and flipped something vital. Her hips stuttered for a breath, overwhelmed, her fingernails biting into your sides. But then she surged forward, mouth crashing into yours, all teeth and tongue and desperation.

“You—fuck—you bitch,” she gasped, half-laughing, half-sobbing, lost somewhere between desperation and rapture as you kissed and licked across her somewhat exposed collarbones and neck, still guiding every motion with your hands firm on her ass. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

She ground herself on your thigh with reckless abandon, the fabric soaked between her legs, every rock of her hips a shuddering confession. Her thighs trembled with the effort, sweat slicking her skin beneath her clothes. Her body pulsed with frantic need, and her face—her beautiful face—twisted in something between agony and ecstasy as you guided her through it.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good… keep going.” You barely recognized your own voice anymore, too enraptured by her.

“That’s it…” she echoed faintly, dazed, voice raspy and guttural. “Fuck, that’s it… I-I’m gonna—”

You could feel her thighs clenching tighter, hips stalling on each thrust now, losing rhythm as she got closer—so close—chasing that edge with every drag of her clit over the ridge of your leg. Her breath hitched again, teeth biting into her own lip to keep from screaming.

And then—

Her whole body arched, spasmed—hips bucking wildly against you as the orgasm ripped through her. She bit into your shoulder, hard enough to bruise, as a primal, soul-shattering moan clawed its way out of her throat, muffled but unmistakable even with her teeth sunk deep into your skin.

You held the back of her head gently, helping her slow the rock of her hips as she chased every last white-hot flash of ecstasy before collapsing against you, hips jumping with every minor aftershock as she panted and whimpered against your neck.

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the dealer. Not SHIELD. Not the Avengers… because Natasha Romanoff had come using your leg…

And you really fucking hoped this wouldn’t be the last time.

[ynbabe]

Be Untrainable ୨୧ Rookies+grid x Male! Driver! Reader

The one where the rookies are menaces and somehow the worst culprit? Y/n L/n, i.e. the 4 times Y/n caused his Pr manager to cry and the 0 times he got into trouble for it.

It was gonna be 5 but I decided that part could be a standalone with reader x franco so lemme know if yall wanna read that.

F1 was sacred, it was also a battle ground and what would a war be without its soldiers. Unfortunately the youngest, the futures of the prestigious sport, were absolute menaces that couldn’t be media trained by even the best.

The rookies were all walking around, excited for the race, the Australian gp. Interrupting their gossip, an interviewer stopped them, flashing a mic and camera in their faces before they were prepared.

“Hello rookies!” The man started, and the rookies smirked at eachother, interrupting their sacred gossip time could only mean one thing- chaos.

“Uh, hi!” Y/n answered for the group, jumping from behind hanging his arms around Ollie and Jack.

“Oh, hello! Y/n L/n, the boy of the hour!” The mic was shoved to him. “So there’s rumours around that you’ll be sitting out the practice sessions?” He asked vying for scandal and if it was scandal he wanted scandal he was going to get.

Y/n pulled down his shades just a bit, signature smirk on his lips, “oh yes, I’m out for paternity leave!” He laughed, startling everyone around him. The interviewer was awkward not knowing if he hit a gold mine or if he had to shut the camera.

“Paternity?” He asked for clarification.

“Oh yea- Ollie’s the mum,” he nudged Ollie’s hips with his making the rookies cackle and the interviewer peeved.

“OI!” Ollie yelled, “what gender roles are we pushing here?!” He looked from the group to the camera, a fake pout on his face.

The group was uncontrollable at this point, only boldened further by Y/n.

“Who else, sweetheart, you know you’re the only one for me!” He fake kissed, Ollie moving last minute to not let it land on his lips, “what!? Oh come on-”

Gabriel pushed y/n calling him out, Isack yelled over all the voices, “Y/n you’d be a dad many times over if it was possible, yea- Salope!”

Your eyes widened pushing him back, and looked to the camera like it was your own show rather than an interview, “he called me a slut! Did you get that! That was slut in French, right?” You looked around for confirmation.

The interview looked done by this point, scoffing and rolling his eyes, when Kimi waved his hands as if to clear the air, “he has-eh- what do you call in English? Wisdom removal?” More laughter, “Yea! Wisdom teeth removal!” He answered looking proud of himself.

The group had moved on and the interviewer asked to cut the camera.

The next day the clip had gone viral, and Y/n only added to the fire.

ynlnunofficial

ynlnunofficial THEY TOOK MY FUCKIN TEETH- also thanks @/olliebearmen for driving me and giving me a beautiful daughter 🥹😂

userone omg whose child is that 😭

usertwo these rookies don’t play man tfym they actually got a child for the bit-

userthree HELLO? are we sure they aren’t actually dating? Cause wdym he drove him after his wisdom tooth removal

jackdohaan DID YOU STEAL A CHILD

olliebearman NO-

ynlnunofficial YES (it’s his niece) unfortunately I can’t get him pregnant

userfour BRO WHAT 💀

charlesleclerc I am too young to be a grandfather- Oliver explain yourself!

olliebearman uh- I- @/ynlnunofficial!

ynlnunofficial I was joking I swear! Pls don’t tell my pr manager😭🙏

The next time was after the race, Kimi had a spectacular race and the rest of you? Well most had shunted into the wall and you? You had to be sent to the medics, the crash opening the stitches from your surgery, making you bleed from your mouth.

As usual, podcasters and pandits had a lot to say about that. Calling you and the rest of the rookies failed investments, unfit and even some going as far as useless. For you, one woman had even gone as far as calling you dangerous.

“Well, if he focuses more on driving rather than opening his mouth, there wouldn’t be blood or his foot in it right now, ” she’d said, “he’s dangerous! Today it’s him bleeding, tomorrow it’s someone else!” She continued. Y/n tried not to take it to heart, after all, the best drivers were called dangerous, and he had a long career ahead of him, right? Well, no time to ponder life when you had to go to Kimi’s party, well technically it was Lando’s party but rookies gonna support rookies.

kimiantonelli has posted a story

(a thirty-second clip of Y/n and Lando dancing closely and taking shots, pulling each other close and jumping to the music and Y/n turning towards Kimi and flashing a card to the screen pointing to it and screaming, making Kimi and others scream behind the camera as well)

kimiantonelli drinks on Lando for rest of the night!!

ynlnunoffcial

ynlnunoffcial Lando appreciation post + rookie after party!!

landonorris WHY IS THERE A 5000 CHARGE ON MY CARD??

ynlnunofficial ASK LIAM! HE WANTED CHAMPANGE

liamlawson Y/N TOLD ME HE WAS PAYING

ynlnunoffcial KIMI TOLD ME TO TAKE LANDOS CARD

kimiantonelli YOU HAD TO JOIN CREDIT FRAUD CLUB!

landonorris YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO SHIT!?

userfive mind you, this post is after he stole his card.

usersix this is why he's dangerous!! This is a crime! He shouldn't even be a driver

userfive stfu obviously its a joke, do you think lando would be talking to him if he was actually pissed?

maxverstappen thank you for the g&t's y/n- i mean Lando 😂

ynlnunofficial OMG MAX- i mean you're welcome

landonorris woooowww im telling zak

You had gotten some backlash over the card 'theft', but hey, it was Kimi's idea, so you weren't the only one on the chopping block. Unfortunately, EVERYONE loved Kimi, and while you had a cult following, people definitely didn't like you like they loved the Italian.

After that night, Max had invited you on his jet, an invitation that had got you jumping in your room with joy till you realised you were still violently hungover and had to run to the washroom.

Max was your hero, and everyone had noticed, while most rookies said their idols were Micheal Schumacher or Lewis, you were the opposite; it was always Sebastian, Mark or Max. Your love for Red Bull ran deep, noticable by anyone, and the minute you could get that seat, you were going to jump. Fortunately, it didn't cause much tension between you, Liam and Isack, though.

On the flight, it was you, Max, Liam, and Lando. Yuki and Isack choosing to take their own travel.

You were practically vibrating with excitement. This was Max! Max Verstappen, 4 time world champion and an absolute legend and your idol, and he invited you to travel with him! How could you not be excited?

Liam knew about your slight obsession with Max, choosing to tease you about it on the way over.

“You’re just jealous that after today he’ll be my grid dad,” you puffed your chest with pride making Liam stutter.

“Wh-what? Absolutely not! He’s no one’s grid dad! He’s 26 and why would I be jealous?” He looked like an angry penguin, if penguins could even look angry.

You bounded up the private jets stairs, “See! You’re already jelly- he’s my grid father now, blondie, SUCK IT-” you yelled as you walked, Liam following you shaking his head, looking up to god as if asking ‘why me, man? Why me?’

“You are insane-” he’d begun when he saw you sitting right next to Max, where he’d usually sit, but was interrupted by Lando.

“I agree, Max why is this absolute menace on our plane?” He asked out loud with a grin, showing there was no real heat behind his words.

Max looked at the man across him, amused, “Our plane? I think you mean my plane, that I so graciously allow you on? For free?” He deadpanned, making Lando wave his hands.

“Tomato, potato-” he stopped himself to shake Liam’s hand, where Y/n had forced Max to move so he could sit in the window seat, Liam, even though younger had accepted his aisle seat.

“So, menace, what brings you to Air Max, today?” He smiled at the rookie, who looked like a puppy on caffeine- an unhealthy amount of redbull if Liam had to guess.

The younger blonde had begun to answer when he was promptly kicked, “Free travel and I’ve never been in a private jet before,” he answered animatedly.

He looked around nervously as the plane took off, clutching the arm rests making the rest of the men laugh.

“Aww are you scared!?” Liam cooed, making the rest laugh and Y/n scowl.

“Man, shut up-” he grabbed on harder when some turbulence hit, “it my first time flying without my dad, okay?” You felt like a 10 year old again, not missing the soft looks of pity the older men cast at you.

Thankfully, a stewardess came by with a cart full of drinks, the majority of them being different flavours of Red Bull. You jumped with excitement, both Liam and Max pushing you back in your seat. Lando and you looking at them in surprise.

“Wha-“ you’d begun but Liam interrupted you this time.

“No you gremlin, you’ve already have five!” He yelled, making Lando gasp.

“Five?” He asked,

“Five!” Liam replied like it was a musical.

Y/n looked to Max with pleading eyes, hoping the other redbull addict would understand, but nope.

“Sorry, kid, your Pr manager already told me not not to let you have any, apparently you become a ‘safety risk’ and she doesn’t have time for another ‘international incident’ whatever that means.” He shrugged.

But Y/n was relentless, he pulled his best Leo Leclerc impression, “but you have the new summer edition, the people need to know my thoughts! Think of the people, Maxie!” You yelled.

Lando had a matching glint in his eyes, happy that the target would now be someone else, “Yea, Max, think of the people.”

Max was about to give in, but looking at the panicked look in Liam’s eyes and the strong shaking of his head told him he’d have to listen to authority on this one. He told to stewardess to get them all some water much to Lando’s and y/n’s chagrin.

It turned out to be a blessing in disguise (for y/n atleast,) because when he fell asleep half way through the flight, knees to his chest, head in between his knees, Max couldn’t help his paternal instincts.

“Oh my god, he looks like donut,” he whispered, making the others look at him weirdly, “like Donatello, my cat,” Lando gasped.

“HE DOES-” he yelled, Max immediately shushing him.

“You are going to wake the kid!” He hissed quietly, placing his much larger jacket around the boy. Y/n, who seemed to notice the disturbance, moved but didn’t wake up, instead resting his head on Max’s shoulder. The older man stayed still instead of waking him up.

Liam’s eyes widened, “No fucking way- that Bastard- he actually did it-” he said to himself.

Lando, on the other hand, was taking pics, much to Max’s annoyance.

landonorris

landonorris @/maxverstappen has a new cat @/ynlnunoffical

landonorris just want everyone to know their favouraite war criminal is actually a softie

userseven lol which criminal Max or y/n?

landonorris Max mans didn't move an inch for five hours cause 'the kid's asleep'

userseven omg lando replied to me!! also omg Max and y/n 🥹

liamlawson I was also on the flight???

ynlnunofficial HAH get replaced bitch Max is MY GRID DAD NOW

liamlawson YOURE AN ADULT!!

ynlnunofficial told you you'd be jelly

liamlawson can you just be normal pls

ynlnunofficial @/maxverstappen @/charlesleclerc dad, mom- liam's bullying me!!

charlesleclerc why am i here? and why am i the mother?

usereight omg i love this kid so much

usernine pls their comments are killing me 😭 Liam's getting the full younger sibling experience.

userten not lando calling Y/n a cat 😂

Races weren’t going good. Australia was ofcourse the rookie killer, in the next your tires decided they didn’t want be tires anymore, the third was going well till Nico wanted to feel gravel… and take you with him and Bahrain? Well atleast nothing happened there but you didn’t get points. No where near actually. Hate was at an all time high, one mistake and you were dangerous again. Jay walking? Put him jail, messing around with your friends? You’re a distraction trying to sabotage their races. Post? You’re more focused on being an influencer than a driver.

Everything was getting too much, so of course, you could only think of one thing.

You ran to gather the rookies, Ollie and Kimi were ready, Isack, Jack and Gabi even more so, but Liam looked like you'd dragged him out of bed (you had).

“Men, today were gathered here for a holy purpose-” you began, trying to look as priestly as you could.

“I’d like to go back to bed!” Liam yelled, making Isack shush him, which caused them to start fighting between eachother.

“SILENCE!” You whisper-shrieked, “as I was saying, we’re here on a mission- a mission to steal Leo Leclerc-” another interruption.

“WHAT?” Barked(ironic huh?) Liam, trying to get others to see the stupidity in your actions.

Fortunately, everyone else was just as insane, “no no, let him speak,” said Jack,

“He’s got a point,” shrugged Gabi.

And that’s how there were seven of you outside Charles Leclerc’s room (curtesy of Ollie, of course.)

You heard the water running inside and knew this was the moment.

“fuuuuuckkkk-” you let you, dragging your hands down your face to everyone’s surprise, “the door?” You pointed out to everyone, their faces immediately accepting the information and falling with defeat.

“Well I guess we can go back to bed now,” Liam smirked, happy you looked pissed off.

Gabriel stepped ahead, shoving Liam making him falter, “not so fast,” he cracked his knuckles and pulled a card out his pocket. Everyone’s eyes widened as it actually opened the door.

You were astonished, “wha- how?” Everyone around was in the same shock. You looked into Gabi’s eyes and saw a whole new man looking back… a whole new bunch of opportunities too.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not telling you shit!” He whispered into a cackle as the pushed the handle down.

“If I didn’t want to kiss you right now,” you muttered, pushing him.

The scene was almost comical, seven rookies with their heads peaking through the door, stacked with a Scooby doo scene, and one Leo Leclerc gnawing on what looked like… a sock?

“Psst, pssst, here doggy-” Isack called making the dog look up and honest to God roll his eyes.

Jack smacked him from above,“ he’s a dog, idiot,”

You shushed them both, “none of you are doing this right,” you said pulling out a strip of bacon from breakfast, making Kimi bellow you squirm.

“How long that has been in your pockets?” He asked revolted.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You winked before turning to Leo, still chewing on the sock, “Leo, look what I have! It’s bacon! Doggies love bacon!” You waved it in the air to nothing but a huff and judgmental look… from more than just the dog. “Bougie ahh dog what does Charles feed you-” you began to complain when the shower stopped.

Suddenly everything was completely still- you could see the dust particles fall, and the shallow breathing of the boys above you. You were all currently peeping into Charles Leclercs room-without invitation- right as he was coming out the shower!

Then everything moved, you fell to the ground, trying to shield Kimi from the weight of six others, when you saw a blond run out in front of you and run out a second later. The door closed as fast and quiet as possible and then you all were running back to your room. Panting and staring in surprise.

“What. Happened!?” Ollie screeched, looking at you, and for the first time, you didn’t have an answer.

Then there was a yip, then silence… then jumping on Liam- half to scream about him finally getting involved and the other to get Leo.

ynlnunoffcial

ynlnunoffcial BOYS SLEEPOVERRR + Leo for emotional support @/charlesleclerc you should get him therapy certified atp

charlesleclerc THATS WHERE LEO IS??? I THOUGH I LOST HIM I CRIED

maxverstappen its true he called me

ynlnunoffcial in our defence were about to kill ourselves 😫

liamlawson don't let that picture fool you, kimi and y/n slept for exactly five (5) mins

olliebearman mate i usually love pillow fightsThe- THESE IDIOTS WERE FIGHTING A PILLOW WAR

isackhadjar just to let everyone know my football team won

ynlnunoffcial just to let everyone know Leo chose me (1st pic is proof)

usertwelve THEY STOLE LEO??

Usertwo man why are yall shirtless (my girls on here man chill)

userone bro forget your girl im ovulating

userthree youre literally a man 💀

userfour talking about teenagers btw-

The sleepover had gone wonderfully, and everyone was a bit more relaxed. Leo had chosen to sleep in Ollie's lap after being cuddled by you all night (between the pillow fights).

There was only the quiet hum of the TV, with the occasional TikTok, when there was a loud banging on your door.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" A monacan voice yelled.

"OH SHIT" yelled seven others.

[heyhoeudoin]

TIMES SENKU TALKED ABOUT YOU

"I will always be by your side."

pairing: senku ishigami x fem!reader

words: 9.2k

genre/s: fluff, mystery, storytelling in the third perspective (special ep, s3, s4), slight angst

warning/s: she/her, swearing, ambiguous/not direct ending

synopsis: there is always someone next to senku, all the time.

masterlist ; loyalty built from love (part 1)

a/n: jokes on you guys, i was already writing a part two even before i got many requests for it. also, i wrote part 1 like months ago and it took months to write as well, so when i re-read it for part 2, part 1 was so ambiguously written good that even i have no idea what the hell i was going for.

also, don't be shy to give any comments, because i am reading those and i love them all <3

anyone could tell that senku misses you

like a lot...

to the point that he mentions you

a lot...

it was rather endearing to the people around him

it's cute that senku still remains the habit of talking about you whenever you're not physically with him

yuzuriha always liked that habit of his

she will never not be bothered by it, she's used to it after all

he would always at least mention you once a day

he just loves talking about you

it's really endearing and an adorable side to the usually unaffectionate friend of hers

"the first balloon that humanity took flight in was made of hemp cloth," shared senku as gen let out an awed noise. "the one massive ordeal to overcome is..."

"right..." yuzuriha raised her hand. "you need a crap ton of cloth, don't you?" she asked with a slightly painful look on her face, already knowing the work she's going to put into.

"oh, look!" senku pointed at yuzuriha with a devilish expression. "i totally didn't realize! we've got the crafts club here!" yuzuriha jabbed a fist at his chest.

senku and kaseki then got onto the floor and bowed, performing a dogeza. "the science team will commit itself to designing the passenger basket," senku explained in a robot manner.

"we'll make any tools you need," kaseki tells her, raising his head.

"can i leave the cloth making to you? to the yuzuriha crafts team?" senku confidently asked, raising his head.

yuzuriha nods as senku stood up and the two shared a high-five. "of course you can!" she exclaimed with a peace sign.

"i could've had y/n help you with this. well actually, i think she would've helped immediately without me saying anything, but..." senku trailed off, but yuzuriha understood what he's trying to say.

she placed a hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner. "i know, senku. it's fine! i've got it handled."

later on yuzuriha asked senku and kaseki to make a loom to get things going a bit faster and easier. as she waited, senku called, "hey, it's done." she turned around expecting a simpler loom, but it was not. she let out a surprised noise, falling onto the ground. a pleasant surprise, she was given.

"was this not what you were expecting, yuzuriha-chan?" kaseki asks, a bit worried.

"we didn't have much time," says senku, looking a bit worried too. "did you want an electric one? maybe i should've. y/n would have my head seeing i didn't immediately make an electric one for you."

yuzuriha hurriedly dismissed their worry. "no! no! i appreciate it a lot!"

"they're the senku department store's first high-end products. it might be a while before they start selling," says gen, looking at the racks that held an assortment of clothes and the people that looked around the new place.

"y/n would've love this," senku absentmindedly mentions. "she would've easily volunteered for that fashion show too."

gen turned to senku as if he grew a head.

"oh, also, hand them out to anyone who works," senku then tells gen. "we have a living manifestation of greed who'll buy just about anything."

that was first time gen heard senku talk about you as if he's some clingy boyfriend that misses his girlfriend, he thought he was finally going insane in the stone world

he genuinely would have never thought that senku's the type to be like that when it comes to relationships

which was already shocking in of itself

he truly never expected to have "senku" and "relationship/boyfriend/girlfriend" in the same sentence

are you two really just boyfriend and girlfriend though?

it doesn't seem right to call you and senku, girlfriend and boyfriend

it feels like the two of you have something more

ryusui never met you

of course because when the fuck would he ever

but he has been in the same room as you a few times

people from the "rich, noble, important" families would hold these galas for the "high-class", and you attended some of them for connecting purposes

he, on the other hand, attended most of these which made it possible for him to have seen you in person a few time

though, he never dared interact with you

he only stared at you from afar in awe

it was also an added bonus that because of one of these galas, your family ended up connecting with his family through buying yachts

though, other than that, the nanami conglomerate and the l/n family has no other connection than a business one

and so when senku mentioned your name...

he didn't know what to think when senku mentioned you as if you were an old friend

and judging by chrome's reaction, it seems that the scientist has mentioned you a few times already

"we're in the sky, protected by nothing but our own skin and flesh. you don't get this kind of extravagance anywhere else," he says, looking on the horizon they are given from the air balloon. "not this unique sensation."

"yeah," senku agreed. "y/n would love to be here right now, but sucks to be her for not being here." he cackled out a laughter as chrome turned to him and gave him a light jab.

"seriously?" he deadpanned, but then got distracted by a flock of bird, flying pass the balloon. "we're with the birds!" he exclaimed.

actually, did he even refer to you as if you were an old friend?

it almost felt like he referred to you as if you were dead...

and in a manner that only a really close friend has the rights to do

ryusui didn't believe that though

i mean, how could he?

you dead?

it's ridiculous (utterly ridiculous)

he can see the reasons on why senku has survived and thrived

he also knows the reasons on why you, too, are just as capable of surviving and thriving

so where are you really?

"it's as good as bread from a popular modern shop," senku says after taking a bite out of the stollen that francois just baked. "it'll last to the other side of the planet, and it's good as hell. a perfect food that i've been dying to have and we've got it now!"

"greed equals justice," is all what francois says.

"y/n's really missing out," senku absentmindedly called out. "she would've devoured these so fast, well, as much as her stomach can handle." he smiled fondly at the thought

gen turned to him and asked, "does she like bread that much?"

"loves them even more so than the average person," senku says with a tired expression from just thinking about it. "that girl dragged me around the globe just to have a damn bread tour."

francois wasn't sure if they had heard the scientist correctly

did senku just refer to you like you two are old friends?

you?

a member of the most powerful family in the entirety of japan?

the eldest of the said family?

the next in line?

the hidden treasure of japan?

it was strange

they were confused on why senku would have connections to you

and judging from gen's casual follow-up question, your name has been brought up more than once by senku

but it wasn't their job to be curious and to question the lives of others

their job was to serve ryusui-sama

and for the sake of the nanami conglomerate, ishigami senku is an absolute want

minami, being the journalist she is, are one of the only few people that knows you a bit better than most

after all, she was handpicked by the l/n family to be one of the few media representation for your first ever media debut

it was groundbreaking for her career

and it also broke the entirety of japan

you had revealed then that you will not be accepting any courting, and offers of marriage because you had already found the person you'd spend your life with

no one knew who you were talking about

she remembered the massive wave of investigation happening shortly after the publication of that interview done by... everyone, really

no one ever figured it out who this person was

...or is

maybe she's the first amongst reporters to finally figure it out

"at least let me take the first picture for memory's sake!" exclaimed minami with an embarrassed expression.

"perfectly fair," voiced ukyo and gen.

ryusui laughed, raising his hand in the air. "i'm buying the photo, model rights, and all!" he declared.

minami turned to him, angry, baring teeth. "why should the first photo be yours?!"

"what are you talking about?" he asked. "it's a record of the beginning of technological civilization. it should be senku, obviously. am i right?"

senku owlishly stared at ryusui and minami.

"an exhibit at the nanami museum, representing the history of the new world." ryusui walked over to where senku stood with all the other cameras.

senku stuck a pinky into his ear. "what are you talking about?" he asked. "if anything, the first picture should be y/n." a wave of silence rose amongst the revived people. they know fully well that what senku had said was absolutely correct.

but they also know that it won't be possible right now.

the scientist sighs, breaking the silence. "it's too bad she's frozen shut right now," he mocked casually with a teasing grin.

"i think you're the only one who can joke about her like that," gen commented with a slightly awkward chuckle.

in the end, senku had the honors of being the first person photographed in the stone age, posing the famous einstein pose and minami had the honors of photographing the first picture in the stone age

but that wasn't the only thing that she got from this

she's always listening, you know? and there was one thing that stood out from the banter around her

no one in japan would have the courage, the boldness to joke around your name like senku had just did

not to your face nor behind your back

and yet senku, being the man of knowledge he is, is bold enough to do so

why is that?

was gen right?

that senku really is the only person who can joke about you like that?

since the surrender of tsukasa, there were many rumors she had heard about the two of you and it was all the same thing

that you and senku have something going on

she refuses to believe those rumors

she's a journalist—she shouldn't be believing in those rumors!

her motto is to find the truth

and the truth she will find sooner or later (when she gets the guts to ask you)

when they found the oil, obviously they had to test it out

gen was the one conducting the test drive (because he's the only one with drivers license)

then taiju dropped by, getting a whiff of that oily smell

"hey! it's the love potion," commented taiju. "are you going to give it to someone, senku?"

the people there were confused on what taiju had meant. "what are you talking about, taiju-chan?" asked gen.

"you made some for me that day, remember?" taiju says as his mind took him back to the day it all started. "so that i would have the confidence to confess to yuzuriha. you also said it worked out for you and y/n because of it. it was the last moment we had before we all got petrified."

senku ended up cackling afterwards. "i did! i said that! i told you it was a love potion! you still believe that, you meathead?! that was gasoline!"

"what?! it was?!"

"also, no way in hell would i ever use something on y/n unless she forces me in another of her batshit insane experiments," senku deadpanned. "but if you think it smells the same with no prior knowledge—"

now, gen is totally one to assume

and what senku said kind of sounded like an implication...

in both that way and a completely different way

although, if it was that way then, knowing senku, he would have never mentioned it

so it was probably an actual batshit insane thing

why does gen feel like his image of you will be changed while they're here

a small moment of reference when yo was whispering some shit to gen, pinning senku as some sort of mad lad

well, he kind of is but...

"i'm pretty sure he's wack," whispered yo to gen. both sweating.

"nah, y/n's the one who's wack between she and i. i've still got my mind intact, just barely," senku retorted, looking back at the two.

when valentines came, gen had an interesting answer to his question

"ah, valentine's day," mused gen as kohaku repeated it, confused. "yeah, events are important. for the drago—i mean, for the morale."

senku and yuzuriha went out of the laboratory, handing out the chocolates. gen turned to senku with a question in mind. "do you give chocolates to y/n-chan, senku-chan?"

senku shook his head. "nah, y/n doesn't really like them," he answered which shocked gen. "she'd rather have things that she could wear or practical gifts."

see

look at that

that gave a lot to gen

senku practically confirmed that he gives gifts to you!

and also does so on VALENTINES

if that's not confirmation of being a couple, he doesn't know what is

but then again...

like he had thought before, it doesn't feel like the two you are just boyfriend and girlfriends

but what other kind of relationship would still condone in the valentines romance gift giving?

shouldn't there be some kind of answers by now?

then after they took the group photo with the finished ship

senku looked a bit... down? contemplated?

it was strange to see

why would he be feeling down?

it was quite obvious as well

"are you unsatisfied about the pictures, senku?" asked minami, holding her camera.

"nah, i don't care about that," answered senku.

"then what's got you so down, senku-chan?" asked gen.

senku stared off in the direction of where the tsukasa empire was with a somber look. gen immediately understood from that alone. "take lots of pictures when y/n comes back, journalass," senku told her as he walked off towards the ship.

everyone knew that you barely had any pictures

after all, you were called the hidden treasure of japan

you probably told senku how you felt about it, and he remembers

gen thought it was sweet

minami felt herself gushing about it

when ryusui called upon the people who were needed on the expedition, it was gen's turn to come aboard.

and, to be perfectly clear, tsukasa was left behind by choice because he felt obliged to protect the kingdom of science since most of the battle team were coming along to the perseus

"uh, you don't need me, do you?" asked gen, frantically. "i've got the strength of a bean sprout."

"we don't know what kinds of enemies we're going to meet. what good is a mentalist if they aren't there when that happens, dumbass?" explained senku. "i'd have y/n instead of you if she wasn't being frozen away like a piece of salami."

the modern people felt cultural shock at the casual way of senku playing around your name, but at the same time they feel that they should get used to it.

"ah so i'm just a second choice, huh?" mused gen as he trekked up towards the ship.

"of course you are," senku answered without thinking. "it's always y/n first to me."

the crowd who watched the take off of the ship awed at the display of loyalty senku accidentally announced. gen started grinning, knowing full well that he caused senku to slip like that. senku then grimaced at what he said even thought it's true.

maybe senku should dial back a bit...

ryusui also knows now that you're very much alive somewhere in the kingdom of science

he just doesn't know why you're not physically present

also, did his ears deceive him or did senku just practically confess his feelings for you?

but it wasn't that...

judging from the way the people present cooed at his confession and how gen was smirking like he set it up on purpose

was there something else between the two of you?

this time, it was yuzuriha who shared something about you

"these kinds of people are always dying to show you the machines they tuned the hell out of," says nikki, looking sympathetic.

"they won't let you go until their done," kohaku added.

"i'll be alright!" yuzuriha clarified, making kohaku and nikki shocked. "i always sat through senku-kun's five hour rocket lectures and stuff."

"we have a veteran here!" exclaimed nikki, still looking shock with kohaku.

yuzuriha laughs at that. "if you think i'm a veteran, then y/n must be something else! she always did listen to him..." she mused with a fond smile.

senku smiled as well from that comment.

yuzuriha may not be as close to you as she is to senku, but she completely adores you!

...after getting over the fact that you're the y/n l/n

you were like... any other person, just a bit clueless in other areas

actually, you were a lot like senku in a lot of ways

it's a good portion of the reason why the two of you have the relationship that you two have grown to have

this time, gen was the one to first mention you to amaryllis

albeit in a more... implied upbringing

despite not actually knowing if you two are intertwined or not

but he's very confident that you two are

"that kind of attack isn't going to work on senku-chan," he says. "he's already married, you know?"

and then he went scummy

to which kohaku shouted and hit at him for

and then she later scolded herself after forcing a kiss on senku to save her own ass

she kneeled on the ground and slammed her head on the floor in a dogeza position, facing the direction of ishigami village. "i am sorry, y/n. i will be held responsible for this action, and i will allow you to give me whatever punishment is deemed necessary."

senku sighed, sticking a finger in his pinky, looking exasperated. "y/n's reasonable, calm down, she won't be that mad." his eyes looking far away in the same direction as if thinking of something himself for you.

while senku was making conditioner for kohaku, he mentions you

"y/n's actually been nagging me about making hair stuff for a while now," senku commented while making the hair products. "she always had this specific routine for her hair."

amaryllis didn't know who you are. "is she the one who's married to him?" she asked gen.

"yes," he answered. "y/n-chan is a very powerful person. she's probably even stronger than the strongest soldiers here on the island."

"really?!"

senku glanced at the implied threat gen displayed with an unamused look, but let him does so anyways. it's true, after all.

when amaryllis tried to girlie-fy the boys,

"you know, y/n would actually be impressed that you could fake being a girl like that," senku mentions, crossing his arms on his chest after washing off the makeup on his face.

"really?"

"she'd probably even call you—in her words—a tall baddie." senku made a grimace as he said that.

then when the two girls and one boy dressed like a girl left, gen mentioned your name to start a conversation

"if only we have y/n-chan, huh?" gen comments.

senku shook his head. "nah, she wouldn't do that," he says. "although if she was here, she'd probably go all stealth instead."

"are they really..."

"i'm not answering any questions you have about them."

"so you do know!"

gen was inspecting the earpiece, amazed and shocked by how simple it can be done

and then, of course, senku mentions you

"it was y/n who actually taught me how to make that," senku commented. "i don't know why she bothered learning to make one when she could literally buy the best one, but she said she liked how simple and cosmetic it can be if made like this. though, i'm glad she taught it to me now because it certainly useful for this."

"of course this is y/n-chan's design, not yours," says gen, holding it up in front of him.

as senku looked through the pile of gold dust

as the pile of platinum grew

it was the first time he felt vulnerable since you had been frozen shut

he isn't one to be all emotional, but at moments like these... it really showed just how much care byakuya had for him

senku scoffs. "if y/n was here, she'd be bawling her eyes out," he says, his eyes a bit glassy himself.

"you counting seconds all that time, and your papa collecting sand for decades..." gen looked wistful. "you two are alike."

once the team were able to make the revival fluid, the thought of reviving their stoned comrades were first in the list

senku ordered kohaku to cleanly cut the greedy captain when given the chance

afterwards, ryusui's stone parts were delivered to them

"i've always known you're ridiculously rational, but... but still you're practically psycho at this point!" screamed gen after figuring out what's happening.

senku shook his head with a smirk. "nah, y/n's the psycho one between us," he corrected. "if she was given parts like these, she'd be experimenting, mix-and-matching them. i'd be the only one to get her to stop."

"every time you say things about y/n-chan that she's a psycho and all, it ruins the image i have of her and i can't help but not believe you," gen bluntly replied. "except you're the only one that knows who she really is, so i have to believe you."

senku cackled.

when kohaku was fighting against moz, all she could think about was how he's nothing compared to you

"i like strong girls, too, as long as they have a pretty face," he says as he took out the machete out of his weapon. "what kind of men do you like, kohaku-chan? how about me? i'm strong as hell."

the girl let out a sigh, then tied her hair up to her usual ponytail while crouching down. "strength is strength of mind," she states, making him slightly confused. "to be able to continue hammering a wedge for as long as it takes to carry out one's will. that's the kind of person i'm drawn to."

her pose changed to a battle stance. "well~ this is a problem, moz. you seem to be the exact opposite," she tells him. "and compared to him?" she scoffs. "actually, compared to her? you're nothing. literally. she's stronger than both of us combined, actually, stronger than anyone else on this island."

"i don't know who you're referring to, but you're cute, kohaku-chan. just not cute enough though."

did kohaku just imply something

AND

maybe come out of the closet?

maybe

maybe not

who knows

but she really wasn't lying

moz really is nothing compared to the people she admires and respects the most

as the parts of the gun was laid out on the table, the people from the 21st century had recognized it

of course they did, after all,

"this is what made men and women, young and old, all of humanity, all of homo sapiens, the apex predators. it's the invention of the gods and demons, and even then, humans who owns these rank higher than what we can see on the pyramid," senku states as kaseki finished the building of the gun.

"we, humans, may be on top of the food chain, but once given some source of power? we become our own enemies. and we all know who's at the top here in japan." he lets out a teasing smirk as some let out a sigh, knowing who he's talking about.

"tools are neither gods nor demons," ukyo says. "it's up to the person to determine how it's used."

"then let's be damn glad that our rulers didn't use these to become demons," cackled senku as he just had to make a joke.

both gen and yuzuriha let out a loud sigh.

ukyo decided to ignore the misplaced joke, and continue with what he was going to say anyways.

then later on when ryusui asked who would wield the gun...

senku turned his head towards the stoned yu. "if i had continued my gun lessons with y/n, maybe i can, but compared to the only police officer? yeah, he's better off with it." then he hummed, turning to his two childhood friends. "how about you two? any of you comfortable wielding a gun? i know you both got lessons from y/n also."

yuzuriha shook her head. "well, it's best to just leave it with yu... my lessons with y/n were more of for self-defense," she says.

"i also think it's better for yu to handle it. he's the professional," taiju says. "y/n tried to teach me, but i just always end up using my hands during the mock fights."

gen, ukyo, and ryusui turned to the trio in different waves of shock.

"i wonder how those lessons went knowing your non-existent strength, senku-chan," gen mused.

the scientist rolled his eyes.

it was actually pretty shocking to hear that the trio had gun lessons with YOU

like what an honor??

but it also makes sense for none of the trio to pick up on it since they've already had pretty different skill sets; a gun just didn't fit within it

it was also kind of scary to think about it

everyone knows that the l/n family are all skilled and powerful people

each person had a different skill set honed and trained to the absolute perfection, and that the regime it took to get there was of on a entirely different level

to hear that you had taught those three a small part of your regime,

just how hard was it?

it was an honor, but at the same time, no normal person can probably handle the regime of a l/n

when the team saw that the islanders were getting evacuated

it was a sign that ibara planned to petrify the entire island

"w-we're in huge trouble!" exclaimed suika in a panic.

"nah, just the opposite," senku says with a confident smirk. "when the going gets tough, the tough get going. we might be able to take all of it. the enemy, the kingdom, and the medusa!"

he starts cackling. "oh, y/n, you could've been so damn useful here, why'd you just have to go and get punctured," he sighs with a shake of his head.

ukyo looked at senku in nervousness. "why does it seem like you always have to insult her situation?" he rhetorically asks.

yuzuriha chuckles. "you'll get used to it," she says with a sympathetic smile. "it's his way of showing his love to her."

ukyo thinks that he'll never get used to it

he was one of the people that didn't know the dynamic between you and senku since your accident had happened right when the stone war ended

it's not like he doesn't believe that you two are together, it's just that he's the type to have to hear/see it to believe it

he still have that image of you in his head

that you're someone like tsukasa, except way dangerous and way scarier

it also doesn't help that you and your family are probably the only people that can get past his enhanced hearing

it's easy to say that he's afraid of you

which is why every time senku goes and makes fun of your accident, it gives him whiplash

this time yuzuriha was the one to think of you as she stared at the broken stone fragments of the master of the island

"it isn't over yet," she says. "we have to keep thinking, and keep going; that's what i learned from him... her... from them! we still have some adhesive senku-kun made for us in the kingdom of science." her eyes glistening as she darted from piece to piece.

you and senku are one of the most goal-oriented people she knows

senku will not stop until he completes what he needs to do

and you will not stop until you get what you want

it's almost scary

and when senku freed hyoga as their last resort

"we weren't cornered," senku tell ibara with a smooth confident voice despite the sweat dripping from his face. "we had you corner us into this particular room." with that, he dropped the glass of revival fluid.

of course, gen felt like he needed to mention you to get hyoga to fight for their side. "also, don't forget that if anything happens to senku, y/n-chan will have you head," he whispered out, loud enough for hyoga to hear. "i wonder what'll happen to you after seeing her dearly beloved bleeding out."

senku sighed and shook his head at the shit gen is saying, but he can't oppose to it because it's true.

the only reason hyoga was able to inflict a critical hit on you is because you were protecting tsukasa's sister. and so what if you weren't protecting anyone AND anger engulfed you?

it's safe to say that no one wants to feel the true wrath of a member of the l/n family, much less from you

"i'm alone," senku says out loud as he watched the sun set off in the distance. his back heavy from the phone, his body aching from tiredness, and his shoulder throbbing with dried blood. his eyes glistened in nostalgia as his memories of the early stone world passes through his mind. "again. i'm alone again..."

the phone rings, shocking him out of his pondering.

"can you hear me, senku-san?" called ruri from the other side. "how are things over there, senku-san?"

he stared at the phone in front of him. a smirk slipping through his lips. "no," he changes his mind. "i'm not alone this time." he then quietly added,

"i also have someone i need to go home to."

as the topic of ruri and the mainland was brought up while they ate, taiju had lots to say

"is this ruri girl chrome's girlfriend or ex or something?" amaryllis asked francois, excited to hear some juicy details about her new allies/friends.

"no, i'm told that she is senku-sama's former wife," they answered.

taiju looked absolutely shocked, shaking from the news. "what?!" he exclaimed, really loud. "when did you get married, senku?! weren't you going to marry y/n?!?!" he shook the scientist by the collar.

senku had his fingers in his ears the entire time, not phased, but annoyed. he's used to the loudness of taiju after all. "just for three minutes! we got divorced right away," he explained.

that only fueled taiju more, shaking the scientist once again. "what?! when did you get divorced, senku!? was y/n okay with this?!"

"okay! okay!" senku exclaimed as he took the hands off of his collar. "i just said we got divorced right away! also, y/n was fine with it! it was ages ago."

now, francois isn't one to oblige in gossip especially when it's related to you

but when taiju implied that you and senku are betrothed, they can't help but wonder

are you and senku really engaged to each other?

they had seen how normal engaged couples are, but the two of you don't seem to act like that

but then again, you're, y/n l/n and he's, senku ishigami

not one is normal

the small group now stared at the trashed upper control room located on the perseus

chrome was fuming. "those assholes made a damn mess! they didn't even know what they were dealing with! bastards!" he ranted as he stomped onto the floorboards.

"now's not the time to be getting all salty," senku piped up as he stuck a pinky into his ear.

"actually, i've never seen senku truly angry," taiju says, smiling at his comment.

"no, i get angry. i'm not a saint. i'm just too busy to," interrupted the scientist. "and y/n definitely seen me angry a few times."

later on, when they finally de-petrified kohaku and ginro

instead of giving ginro a hug, kohaku ran to senku, giving the scientist a hug

ginro was mad about it, but who cares about him and his pervy ways

kirisame was blushing at the sight of kohaku hugging senku. albeit, him not reciprocating that, but receiving it with a smile and soft eyes anyways.

"oh right. kirisame-chan, you think they're in a legit relationship, don't you?" gen says. "senku's actually in a relationship with someone else. kohaku's actually breaking a lot of rules doing this."

"i don't think that's what that hug is about," says amaryllis. "not between those two."

"it better not be," screamed gen, purposely gaining kohaku's attention.

kohaku broke the hug off with senku. "i almost died!" she exclaimed to gen. "let me be relieved of surviving!"

then she kneeled to the ground and made a dogeza once again at the direction of the ishigami village. "i also assure you, y/n, that that hug was nothing. i would never do you like that. i would choose you over him any day," she stated as senku rolled his eyes while both gen and nikki laughed.

"you got that right, kohaku!" nikki hollered.

later at night, once the team finished de-petrifying the islanders and the rest of their people, a party of celebration was happening at the deck of the perseus

ginro and suika found senku and his team down at the lower half of the control room where the comms are

as senku bluntly asked what ruri needed, amaryllis was shocked

"eh?? isn't this your first time talking to your former wife after all that's happened on the island?" she lets out.

"that's senku for you," is all kohaku says.

"who cares about the former wife, he's already got a current wife to think about much less than a former one," retorted gen, making kohaku hit his head.

"that's my sister you're talking about."

on a cliff, some of the battle team gathered

kohaku and kirisame stood in front of each other

ginro, kinro, nikki, and kokuyo were stationed at the side, as the audience

"now that we know why-man is our enemy, our job as the battle team is no longer to investigate," kohaku announced as the leader of the said team. "it's to train for the inevitable battle!"

ginro lets out a frightened screech. "we just defeated the petrification kingdom! this is even scarier!"

kohaku and kirisame took a stance, then lounged for each other. the two neck and neck in skill. those watching couldn't help but be in awe at the sight of the dance.

"they're evenly matched!" exclaimed nikki.

"they're both incredible," kokuyo lets out.

"you're strong," kirisame says in between strikes. "you were holding back the last time we fought, weren't you?"

kohaku scoffs. "i wasn't going easy on you. i would never be disrespectful. i apologize. i was simply not accustomed to moving around in a dress."

ginro then bursts out a scream that he held in during the entire duration of the spar, freezing the two girls in shock. he then also ran away.

kohaku shook her head at ginro. "i won't be able to teach you more than you already know since you and i fairly the same in combat skill. the only person who can teach all of us more techniques is y/n, and hopefully when senku heals her, she'll continue lessons."

"y/n? is this the person you were apologizing for?" asked kirisame.

"she's better than all of us combined," is all kohaku said as her gaze stared at the direction of the ishigami village with a sparkling look in her eyes.

a small blush slowly flushed on kirisame's cheeks the more she stared at the way kohaku looked.

it was quite an intimate look that kohaku gave

kirisame noticed it was the same one she had gave to senku

after building the windmill, chrome looked around and wondered for senku

it took a while for him to figure out where the mad scientist could have gone, but he finally found senku

opening the door to the mobile lab, chrome immediately asked, "yo, senku, what the hell are you doing all by yourself?"

senku managed to let out a chuckle. "working on an exhilarating craft," he managed to say pass his crusty lips.

"oh, shit!" chrome screamed at the shocking sight of a dehydrated and crusty senku.

senku downed a few bottles of water which made his complexion slowly come back. he lets out an exhale after drinking. "completely forgotten about hydrating. got too used to having y/n take care of that for me," he absentmindedly mentions.

senku and chrome continued to talk about the plans that senku had for later during the night.

chrome could tell that senku missed you

how could he not have noticed?

everyone practically knows also!

senku always somehow mentions you at least once a day

he never thought senku could be so damn clingy...

it takes him back to the times he witnessed the two of you intimate moments

they really need to come and revive you already

he could never get used to that empty space next to senku

later at night, a small festival was being held at the beach

the lights dimmed, gaining the attention of all

"do you hear me, all?" chrome exclaimed from the speakers. "we're gonna show you something that's going to leave the whole of treasure island speechless and wanting more! rainbow bridge, max level!"

a few seconds later, fireworks shot out into the sky.

senku stared at the night sky that bloomed an array of fireworks, imprinting their colorful displays for all to see. his eyes glistened with nostalgia, a memory popping into mind.

"hey, senku, do you think you could show these back in mainland?" asked kohaku who now stood next to him.

senku turned to her, the memory fainting away. "maybe, we'll see," he replies.

"would you change your mind if i mention that you could see these again with y/n standing by your side next time?" she retorted.

he hummed. "i was just thinking about her," he revealed, quietly. "the first time she saw fireworks, she was with me and byakuya. i could already see her whining about not being there for the first fireworks in this stone world." he scoffs, then lets out a sigh. "fine, we'll do it again at mainland."

kohaku smiled a teasing grin.

a little later, after the firework show, senku stood in front of the treasure tree. he heard footsteps behind him that got closer, and closer. "why are you here?" he asked without looking back.

"just an early morning stroll," answered kohaku. "is it not the same for you?"

"thousands of years ago, byakuya and the other astronauts set foot here for the first time in an utterly deserted new world," senku quietly says as his eyes glistened. "though they've long since turned to dirt, aside from a few fragments of rock."

kohaku scoffs as she quickly and easily climbed up the tree. "that's not true!" she exclaimed as she walked over to where the treasure laid. "you, i, and everyone else will someday die and return to dust, but their will is passed down, refined, and carried on into the future."

senku stared at kohaku who now stood at the small entrance way of the treasure. "isn't that what humanity calls 'science'? that's what you and y/n taught me, senku," she says, looking down at him.

he chuckled, feeling a bit lighter. "yeah, that's right. we're going way farther than those goofy astronauts. we're going to the moon," he stated. "and y/n will be stoked to hear it; she always did love the moon."

kohaku jumped down from the top of the tree, now standing on an elevated root. "it's not true that byakuya and his team left nothing behind. in fact, they connected everything for us," she mentioned.

senku didn't reply, but instead added, "typical, i mean, he's always done the connecting."

kohaku didn't understand what senku had meant when he said that

there are many things about senku... about you that she doesn't know about

some day, she'd like to know more about the two of you

the perseus landed

people started talking about the missing cracks

chrome immediately showed the medusa

"does that mean that mean she'll finally wake up?" tsukasa asked, stepping forward.

senku chuckled as he walked down. "yeah, let's get her out of that damn cold sleep already. our hidden treasure of japan, y/n l/n." the scientist may have not said anything else regarding you after that, but they all knew how much he wanted you to stand next to him again.

"we say cold sleep, but really, we just froze her..." commented gen.

"yeah, like an ice cube," cackled senku. "i bet you she wasn't even asleep most of the time, but suffering from the cold. she hates the cold."

gen sighs at yet another tease towards you.

"that's not the real problem though, is it? you can always trust a sailor's gut," ryusui piped up, then his eyes narrowed on the scientist. "when ibara jabbed you... senku, given how pragmatic you are, you would have healed yourself immediately with the dr. stone set. am i right? yet the crack in your forehead is still there. in other words, you didn't use it. you saved it for... y/n. why?"

"oh right, you don't know, ryusui-chan?" gen asked. "y/n-chan and senku-chan are intertwined. of course, he'd rather heal his y/n-chan over himself."

some people silently laughed knowing that it's true. ryusui, however, looked shocked. there were many implications, but never a confirmation. senku didn't say anything regarding his relationship with you, though, instead he had a different reason.

"actually, the medusa is out of battery."

that gained everyone's attention.

"that thing runs on batteries?!" exclaimed taiju, next to senku.

senku chuckled. "dunno," he says. "and we don't exactly have the luxury of smashing it open to have a look-see inside. but it is using some kind of energy. the one thing that could never happen is for it to make energy out of nothing."

he turned his head to a certain girl. "kirisame," he called out. "is the petrification beam's area specified in radii?"

"yes, why?" she answered.

"when i stoned ibara, i specified five meters. but the petrification beam barely made maybe a meter and a half."

kirisame looked taken aback. "that's impossible!" she argued. "it's never deviated in size..." then her eyes dilated as some form of realization dawned onto her. "...it's out of energy?" she lets out in shock.

here they are in the cave where you were put to sleep

senku, chrome, kohaku, taiju, yuzuriha, gen, ginro, kinro, ryusui, nikki, ukyo, and matsukaze

chrome lifted the lid of the makeshift freezer making the cold fog explode that slowly dispersed to the floor, revealing your pale cold body.

senku walked over to stand next to you. he stared at you as his eyes glistened with memories. he absentmindedly raised his hand to your face, leaving a lingering touch. his thumb caressing your cold cheek.

the small intimate moment of affection really caught ryusui off guard

senku's eyes always held conviction

after all, his eyes are the most transparent part of him

yet ryusui never saw it that soft and so full of love before

he honestly thought that gen was messing with him

but this?

seeing it for himself really changed everything

kohaku approached and stood next to senku, holding the medusa. the two turned to each other, their eyes making contact. no words were exchanged. senku gave a nod as kohaku then bent down and placed the medusa in the space of your clasped hands.

taiju walked over and took senku's hand and placed it on top of yours. "senku! hold y/n's hand with all you've got!"

senku looked taken aback. "what?" he lets out.

"i see!" exclaimed kohaku. "if you hold her really close to the device, it might give her just a little more of the light."

"that's seriously not going to make a difference," senku retorted, but a small smile formed on his face. "fine, whatever, and if i get caught in the beam, it'll heal my wounds and cracks too; perfect."

yuzuriha then walked over, standing next to taiju. she placed her hand on his shoulder, giving him a smile. then she removed it and placed it on top of yours. kohaku and chrome, too, placed their hand on top of yours.

"one meter, one second."

the green light engulfed you as your skin slowly turned to stone. the others pulled back their hands while senku immediately took the vial of revival fluid and pours it on you. the stone skin cracked and fragments fell, both stone and ice.

you sat right up as you screamed, "senku!" then you stood up and out of the freezer, tackling him into a hug.

"did they hurt you?" he asked as he pushed away and cupped your face with one hand.

your eyes widen as a big smile formed on your face. the others were confused by what senku had meant. "no, no, i'm okay," you answered as you placed a hand over his. "did they hurt you?"

"who cares."

"i do!"

you and senku then bursts out laughing.

"sorry, what just happened?" gen managed to ask. "what was that?"

taiju and yuzuriha were chuckling as well. "every time they reunite, they always reference steven universe," yuzuriha explained. "i think it was one of the first things that y/n watched with senku."

"that gem cartoon from the states?" gen asks, but then he immediately hums afterwards. "no, wait, that makes sense."

you turned your head to kohaku with a smile and soft eyes. her eyes glistened as she stared at yours. you extended your arms as she ran into them. nuzzling her nose into your chest while you tightened your hold.

a second later, you pulled back and turned back to senku. "so what's our situation now?" you asked.

"she only just woke up," says matsukaze in awe.

"i've heard around that that's how she is," commented nikki. "always working like him."

"although, i think that she's more serious and formal than him," ukyo mentions. ryusui nods his head, agreeing with ukyo.

"we're attacking the moon!" exclaimed senku with a not-so-serious face.

you owlishly blinked at senku, then a huge excited toothy wide grin formed on your face. "ah! no way really?!" you squealed as you clasped your hands together which caught the others off guard. "senku, darling, it's your dream!" you engulfed the man into a tight hug that lifted him off the ground. if anyone caught onto that affectionate name, no one mentioned it.

he pushed you away. "we've got company, y/n, calm down," he tells you with a lazy smirk on his face.

"who cares about the company!" you retorted. "tell me: are we blowing up the moon?" you asked looking like a child that just got permission to do something they've always wanted to do.

"what?! no!" screamed out senku. "this is a mistake. maybe i should make tsukasa the soldier for the moon."

"wait, honey, no! i'm kidding!"

"i take back what i said," ukyo says in absolute awe and shock with ryusui, nikki, and matsukaze also looking hella shocked.

"yeah, my image of her is completely ruined," mentioned gen.

it was then you caught sight of new faces. "oh, hello," you formally greeted with a short bow. "i don't think i've met you guys yet. although, your face is familiar. i apologize, but could you relay your name to me again?" you gestures your entire palm at ryusui.

the four felt a wave of whiplash at the sudden change in tone and demeanor of the person in front of them; a very important person they may add.

"h-hello, i'm nikki," she greeted, really nervously.

"ah, you're the woman on the phone. i'm glad to see another woman on the battle team." you smiled at her as she nodded, freezing up and pink dusting her cheeks.

"i'm ukyo," he says, raising his hand up.

"yes! the one with good hearing. i'm pleased to see you on this side now," you tell him as he gave a loopy smile, his cheeks a bit faint of red.

"ryusui nanami," he bowed, taking your hand into his and giving a light peck on it.

your eyes widen at the familiar gesture and at the name. "ah, one of the sons of the nanami conglomerate," you acknowledged, then you realized something.

"wait!" you turned around to senku. "you guys built a boat?! just how many things did i miss?"

this time, gen spoke up, "i'll tell you all about it."

"hello, gen," you greeted with a slight smirk. "you're not walking on eggshells around me anymore," you stated as you looked him, up and down. "what changed?"

gen shook his head as he chuckled. "senku ruined your image for me," he says, making you coo.

"aw, senku, you still have that habit?"

"shut up."

this is when ginro decided to speak up. "senku, i just figured it out!" he exclaimed, his face being way too overly arrogant. "you hurried back to y/n because you were worried she was going to spoil in the freezer, right? i know you hate all that mushy stuff, though!" his elbow jabbing into senku's neck.

"he's absolutely tackless!" says kohaku.

"well, if he just wanted someone super strong, he could've taken my top student—i mean, guard, matsukaze-kun." ginro really got carried away.

matsukaze stared at you

he was wondering why you were considered the strongest

he honestly thought it was that tsukasa man

that man was trained to the absolute limit, he could tell with one look

but you?

you didn't look like you were trained like tsukasa was

he stepped towards you and gave a bow, staying in that position. "my name is matsukaze," he greeted. "y/n-dono, if it would be all right, i would like to challenge you once you are well."

you looked at the new face in glee. "oh? then how about now? let's go outside," you tell him. "oohh~ this is fun! i never had anyone challenge me before."

"gee, i wonder why," mused gen, already knowing the outcome of this fight.

matsukaze now understands why you're the strongest here and not tsukasa

you had defeated him with a single finger

a single finger that you used on his forehead to stop his lunge and forcefully push him to the ground

your leaking bloodlust and monotone stare caused him to freeze on the ground, too speechless and afraid to move

you blinked your eyes and your demeanor changed, reverting to what it once was before the fight. "oh my, i apologize, matsukaze," you tell him as you extended a hand to him. "you challenged me," is all you say.

he politely took your hand as you helped him up. he bowed down to you and say, "i am defeated."

"you're a very capable man, and i'm glad to have new members for the battle team," you tell him.

ginro is now humbled

"since the device is out of battery, senku's crack will never go away now," says suika as she walked over to in front of him

"no!" you exclaimed with a huff as if you were child who were having a tantrum.

people slowly turned to you. senku sighs, feeling like he knows what you're going to say.

"i like the stone cracks!" you announced as you walked over to senku. you then traced the lines on his forehead. "it gives him character and he looks... really... good with them."

"y/n..." senku called with a warning tone. "did that freezer like give you a damn concussion or something?"

you laughed as you just give him a hug. you arms around his shoulders, your head burying into his neck. he sighed and hugged you back with one arm that rubbed your back in a comforting way.

this is when gen was like "why should senku-chan get all the fun?" leading to everyone else getting back their petrification cracks

you included of course, after you had stopped clinging onto senku like a koala

although some people didn't forget the small public display of affection you and senku shared, in fact, it really caught them off guard

ukyo, ryusui, nikki, and tsukasa aren't used to it

you were acting like a clingy girlfriend that hadn't seen her boyfriend in months

and senku is acting like a boyfriend who's nonchalant about his girlfriend's clinginess, but everyone knows just how much he missed you!

two people with the most specific personality and a reputation to uphold, and yet here they are soft for each other

it's strange

but at the same time, it felt right

ukyo was down at the control room, double checking everything in case the islanders from treasure island had touched anything else

he thought no one else was on board besides some who would drop of supplies then leave afterwards

but then he heard you

...and senku

he looked around and saw that no one was on the surface, so the two of you were probably below nearby, in one of the rooms

"what was with you awhile ago?" senku asked.

"what do you mean?" you asked back.

"you..." ukyo could hear the hesitation in senku's voice. "did you not think that we... that i—!" a tremble in the scientist's voice. "were you... unsure of ever waking up?" he finally managed to ask. his voice whispering by the end.

a pause. all ukyo could hear was the breathing and the beating of two people. he could hear the anxiousness from each one.

"senku..." you called, softly in a whisper as well. "you need to understand that..." your voice trembling. "that i wasn't expecting you to find the medusa that quick. those months in the cold dark, i was preparing myself not to see you again for who knows how long."

you inhaled a shaky breath. your heart beating rapidly. "i know that those few months were nothing compared to the time we were apart in stone, but at least we both knew that the other was alive—!" your voiced cracked.

"just when you and i were together again, the stone world takes it away once more. how cruel is that?" you let out a shaky fake laugh.

"i could have died in my sleep, senku," you croaked out to him, sniffling and trembling. your breathing became rigid as senku's became heavy. you were probably crying at this point.

both of your hearts were beating so fast as well.

"no," senku says with full on denial. "no, y/n, you would have not died. y/n, you would have not fucking died!" he screamed out.

"what do you know?!" you screamed back at him. "i was the one in that damn freezer. i know what my body felt like throughout those damn fucking months. you know how my—" you took a deep breath. "my body felt like it was on it's way to death!"

"hah~ shit," you exhaled a shaky breath. "maybe i have already died, and i'm just wishing that you were next to me." a thud to the floor then rapid footsteps, ukyo heard.

"y/n, y/n, shit— don't do this— fuck! i'm here, y/n, i'm real. dammit y/n—! i'm right here!" senku screamed out in reassurance.

then ukyo heard a desperate kiss shared between the two.

ukyo left the perseus in a daze at what he heard

he could hear the emotions the two of you felt during the entirety of that

it was strong

to the point that he could feel it as well

"ukyo-chan?" called gen. "did something happen on the perseus? why are you crying?"

ukyo raised his hand and wiped his cheeks. it's true, he's crying. "um..." he hesitated. "senku and... y/n-san are..."

gen widen his eyes then it softened. "let's leave those two be for now," he says. "it must've been hard for them both. i've never seen them apart from each other for that long."

ukyo fully believes it now

that you two are together

even before the kiss had happen

masterlist ; loyalty built from love (part 1) a/n: i'm actually not as proud of this one compared to part 1, but that last bit? yeah, i like it part 3 will happen when the next season comes

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Death of a Star || Prologue

DC x Neglected!Super/Kent!Reader [Fem]

supernova. noun. su·​per·​no·​va ˌsü-pər-ˈnō-və : the explosion of a star in which the star temporarily gives off up to one billion times more energy than the sun.

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"Papa!" The little girl exclamied happily, hiding her hands behind her back.

"Not now kid. I'm busy with your brother."

"But⎯"

"Dear, listen to your father. Go play with your dolls."

The smile on the girl's face falls as she slowly dragged her feet up the stairs.

As she ascended up the stairs she saw the photos that were framed on the walls. If other's saw them they would think "What a happy family of three".

Her hands trailed on the walls of the house. Laughter was echoing on the lower floor but it was muffled in her mind. It felt so… empty. She felt so empty. Why. Why. Why.

She retreated back into her room, closing the door with a frown. "Why don't they ever spend time with me? Why are they always with Jon?"

Y/n plopped herself onto the bed, hugging her pillow as she cried in the dark room, covering herself with a blanket. She had grown all too used to being comforted by nobody except the warmth of her bed. The tears dripping down her cheeks came with the occasional sniffle, her breaths were laboured as she hugged her pillow, imagining that it was someone, anyone.

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Run. Run. Run. Her breath was laboured as she weaved through the alleyways, the young girl stopped as she saw the dead end in front of her. She looked behind her to see the man that had been chasing her, his malicious grin showing off his smoked stained yellow teeth.

Her feet staggered, taking one step back at a time til her back hit the brick wall.

"There's no where to run anymore, brat."

"Help! Anyone!" She was desperate for someone to hear her, for her dad to hear her.

"There's no use in calling for anyone. It's not like they can hear you anyways. You ran so deep into the alleyways, it makes this so much easier for me."

Her eyes flicked around rapidly, looking around for any way out as that creep was closing in on her, she didn't even realise her hands starting to crackle with electricity.

“Hey brat! What are you doing—“ The sound of his body falling to the floor was sickening.

Her hands shook, eyes wide, her surroundings were blurry as she focused on the sight in front of her. A purple star slowly descending into the palm of her hands.

"Bring the light of a dying star. You were born to defy this universe."

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Her breaths came out in puffs, her hands were shaking as electricity crackled around them but she didn't stop, she couldn't stop, "I have to get stronger! I want to impress them!"

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Her eyes shook as she looked at the holographic screen in front of her, "Nobody can know about this power."

─── ⋆⋅✰⋅⋆ ──

"Hey! The name's Y/n. What's yours?" She smiled as she held her hand out to the boy, around the same age as her.

"Connor." The boy hesitantly shook her hand, admiring how the sun perfectly illuminates her features.

"Nice name."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "Hey Connor wanna hang out?" She asked, with a little less hope than usual.

"Ah not today Y/n. I'm going out with dad and Jon."

"I'm going out with Tim today."

"I have to train today."

"I have a mission."

Excuse after excuse.

"Ah right. Have fun." She said with a practiced smile on her face, leaving the boy alone, her eyes glancing to the purple holographic screen next to his head, focusing on one word, annoyance.

Right. What did she expect.

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The girl scoffed as she pushed the memories out of her head, "As if."

She steadied her eyes as she looked at the holographic screen infront of her, “Target spotted.”

A smirk played on her lips,

“Are you ready, Red?”

Here's the very very delayed update yall have been waiting for😃😃 I MAY have been distracted by some other things yeah... Also I hv more exams coming up so... yeah! I'm gonna drop my monthly update and leave lolol (Also this was very short cause I hate writing backstories and this was more flashback-ish) Will start working on chapter 1 immediately🫡🫡 (which will hopefully be longer) And yes I did give up on making the song player thing smaller on laptop. I don't know how to do it yall😭😭

Side note: How are we feeling about a harry potter fanfic👀👀

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[castielscaplan]

No Room For Mistakes (dean w.)

Summary: Dean saves you from a hunt gone wrong and some feelings get involved.

Warnings: feelings, angst, reader almost gets hurt on a hunt, dean's angry and worried. the L word is used.

WC: 531

A/N: shout out to my beta @mermaidxatxheart ilysm <3

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The motel room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the neon sign flickering outside the window as the bedside lamps barely shone through the shades. You stood by the table, hands braced against its surface, your breath uneven as the weight of the night settled over you.

You were scared but you'd never admit it. Not even to Dean, though he's the one that had saved your ass from getting killed tonight.

Dean paced near the door, jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. The hunt had gone sideways. Way sideways. And you had almost—

"You shouldn’t have gone in alone," Dean’s voice cut through the thick silence, rough with anger.

You exhaled sharply, refusing to turn around. "I didn’t have a choice, Dean."

"Bullshit," he snapped.

You spun to face him, anger all over your face to mask the terror that was quickly subsiding. "It was either that or let an innocent family die, Dean!" Your voice wavered, frustration and exhaustion mixing in.

Dean raked a hand through his hair, his breathing uneven. "You almost died."

"You think I don’t know that?" you shot back. "But I don’t have the luxury of making mistakes. Every move I make could get me killed. It’s just the way it is in this hellfire life! You know this, so do I!"

Dean took a step closer, his green eyes burning with something unreadable—anger, fear, something deeper. "That’s not how this works," he said, voice lower now, but no less intense. "We don’t do this alone. You don’t do this alone. You need to tell me when you're going on goddamn suicide missions!"

You swallowed, the fight in you faltering just a little as you looked away from him. "I knew what I was doing."

Dean shook his head. "Yeah? Then tell me—what would I have done if you didn’t come back?" His voice cracked, just slightly, and it hit you harder than any yell ever could. "Do you think I would ever want to live without you?"

You blinked, suddenly aware of just how close he was now. Close enough that you could see the tightness in his jaw, the way his hands twitched like he wanted to reach for you but wasn’t sure if he should.

Your throat went dry. "Dean…"

He exhaled sharply, then ran a hand down his face, trying to steady himself. "Just—just don’t do that again, okay? I can’t…" He trailed off, looking away.

Something in your chest clenched. You knew Dean. Knew how hard it was for him to say things. But this? This was as close to a confession as you were ever going to get.

So instead of answering, you reached out, your fingers grazing his hand. He flinched—just a little—before finally, finally, he let his fingers curl around yours.

"I’m here," you murmured. "I'm alive. I'm alive all because of you and your overprotectiveness. And I will always be grateful for that."

Dean closed his eyes for a moment, like he was trying to commit that to memory. Then, when he looked at you again, some of the tension had drained from his shoulders.

"Don't scare me like that again, please."

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