#had to take a break and just now getting to all the asks sorry

[sweetcalebb]

hii I love ur work bookie!!

brat tamer caleb nsfw? looks around nervously ..

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a/n: hi bookie!! LOL no need to be nervous 😏 thank u so much!! that seriously means so much to me ‹33 hope this was okay. i can totally see caleb being a brat tamer, but only if u wanted him to be bc that man is DOWN BADD. like otherwise he would totally give in.

as always, DM me, comment, or send another ask if u wanted something else! i won't get butthurt. if anything i just get an excuse to write caleb more

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Everything was completely fine. You were completely fine.

Until Caleb rolled his sleeves to his elbows and leaned back in his chair like he didn't know exactly what that would do to you.

Maybe you were a little desperate, but that wasn't news. You were always desperate for Caleb.

You shifted closer, brushing up against his side like it was just some innocent gesture. "Calebbb."

Caleb grinned, leaning down to hear you over the clinking glass and passing conversations. "Pipsqueaakk."

You pursed your lips and batted your eyelashes. It was an overused look, but one that always won Caleb over—he claimed it was "too pretty to resist."

"Aren't you a little bored?" You trailed your heel up his shin under the table, the touch drawing out a small chuckle. He knew that move. Knew that look.

"Mm.. maybe a little," he admitted. "But it'd be rude to leave a dinner you're supposed to have with your friends."

You frowned, leaning in even closer. Who cared about modesty anymore? Caleb looked too damn good to not be bending you over the table right now.

Alright. Down, girl.

"C'mon." You nudged him lightly. "We can just say a quick goodbye and be done."

But he still wasn't budging. If anything, he was liking this, letting an amused little grin tugging at his lips.

You chewed your cheek. What an ass.

"Please?" You brushed your lips against his ear, the gesture innocent enough to pass off as nothing. "I need you."

Caleb watched as you sat back. Oh, you were going all out.

The thought made him laugh. He loved you like this. Loved how desperate you were to be put you in your place. "You're being naughty tonight."

You sucked your lip between your teeth, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"I'm sorry, Pips," he huffed, shaking his head and taking a small sip of his drink, "but I think you can wait a little."

"Caleb—"

"You really wanna act all needy in front of your friends?" Caleb mused, casting you a sideways glance. Any protests you had left instantly melted away. It was hard to think when Caleb looked at you like that—all smug and sharp like he already had you exactly where he wanted.

"Just sit pretty. You'll get what you want in a little."

You huffed.

Just sit pretty?

No. No, absolutely not. Caleb had never resisted that look. Why the hell was he starting now, when you needed him so badly it hurt?

You crossed your arms and sat back in your seat, your eyes darting over your friends who all looked completely unbothered—laughing, drinking, eating.

God.

They had no idea that Caleb had just denied you.

And that you were going to make him pay.

The rest of the night you teased him.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, flashing him an innocent smile when his eyes darted towards you. Sharp. Suspicious.

You didn't stop though. Instead, you brought your hand higher, stopping dangerously close to his groin. And when he didn't even flinch, you went higher. His hitched little breath was your cue to pull back.

Two could play this game.

You pulled your dress a little too low to expose more skin. You brushed your ankle against his more suggestively. You texted him the filthy things and watched as he read them, then spread his thighs subtly and shifted in his seat.

You were getting to him.

Deny as he might.

But he never broke. No. Caleb was too cool for that. He could give your leg a warning little squeeze and murmur dirty promises in your ear, but he didn't break.

Not even on the car ride home.

You sat there, elbow resting on the window and legs squeezed together.

"Tired?"

You blinked, glancing over at Caleb. He wasn't looking at you. Not then, anyway. But you saw it, heard it—the little upward curl of his lips and mocking lilt in his voice.

You sucked in your cheek. "Mmn. No, I'm feeling great. Actually," you shifted, squeezing your legs together a little tighter, "I think I'll help myself when I get home."

Caleb tensed slightly, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. "Play nice, Pips."

"I am playing nice," you hummed, turning your gaze back out the window.

Caleb let out a disbelieving laugh. You were annoyingly stubborn and he loved that. You gave him the perfect challenge. The perfect chase.

"Maybe I shouldn't."

Caleb's eyes darted toward you again. "What do you mean?"

You met his gaze again, lips soft and sweet, curled into the cute smile that told him you were up to.

"I'm just so—" you sighed, arching your back off the seat. Not too dramatic. Just enough to look real. "I'm so pent up. I don't know if I can wait 'till we get home."

Caleb scoffed. "You wouldn't."

You shouldn't.

You knew what he'd do to you when you got home. How'd he'd put you back in your place and God, if that isn't what you were asking for all night.

"I would," you murmured, eyes glued to him as you pulled your dress up and bunched it around your stomach.

Caleb let out a stuttered breath. But he didn't speak. He couldn't. Because were you seriously about to get off in front of him? In his passenger seat? To taunt him?

The answer was a resounding yes when he heard the first, slick slide of your fingers over your swollen bundle of nerves.

And you just smiled, lazily rolling up into your touch. Caleb's eyes narrowed.

THAT was it.

You finally had him.

You could feel it.

Without warning, he swerved onto a different street, pulling into an empty, dimly lit parking space, and turned the engine off.

"Get in the back." He stared at you, his chest falling and rising just a little too quickly. "Now."

A small part of you wanted to put up more of a fight. Reject him the way he'd so rudely done to you this evening. But the bigger, more needy part of you was already scrambling to the back seat.

You watched with bated breath as Caleb slipped out of the car, only to slip into the back seat with you.

He didn't tease or wait, just grabbed you and pressed you into the window. You gasped, hands grasping for something to hold onto.

Caleb leaned over you, his stomach pressing against your lower back as he murmured into your ear. "You're lucky I love you so much, you know?" He dragged his hand down your leg, then back up to slip it between your legs, and pressed two fingers against the damp fabric of your underwear.

"I could've made you wait 'till we got home, but I'm taking care of you right now."

You whined, helplessly nudging your hips back against his hand. "Thank you."

You didn't care how breathy or pathetic you sounded. You needed Caleb now.

Caleb huffed, nudging your panties to the slide to run his fingers through your drooling cunt. "Don't thank me yet."

But your body was already doing that, fluttering around nothing, begging for him to do something. And when he finally did, you nearly buckled.

You would've collapsed into the window if he hadn't been holding you.

"You're so wet," he awed, rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your puffy clit. "Were you like this the whole dinner?"

"Yes," you moaned out, your body jolting when he teased your entrance. It was barely the tip of his finger, but you were desperate and overeager. Any touch had your mind spinning.

"Naughty girl," he breathed, dipping his finger in your clenching hole for a second before pulling out and going back to rubbing.

You whined, pushing your hips back again.

You thought you had him.

That he was finally giving you what you were begging for all night.

Until he pulled his hand away.

"Uh-uh."

You breathed out a shaky sigh.

No, no, no.

Why was he stopping?

"Caleb—Please."

"Nope."

You fought every cell in your body not to push your hips back again. You knew you'd find nothing, but it was like instinct.

"You don't get to take after tonight. You just get to look pretty while I do this." His fingers found your slick folds again, but he didn't move. Not yet. "Understand?"

You bit your lip.

Caleb nipped at your ear. "C'mon, baby. Understand?"

"I understand," you whimpered.

"There you go." Finally, he started moving again, rubbing you in maddening little circles. He knew just the way you liked it. Knew you liked to be teased just a little.

So he'd slip his finger down and pump a finger in. Slow, steady, then go back to your clit when you thought you'd had enough.

But you weren't getting enough.

"Caleb, this isn't fair," you exhaled, dropping your head against the window like that might ease the ache between your legs.

"No? You don't think so, Pips?" He mused, words a little breathy.

Your skin prickled at the teasing lilt you heard. You knew it was pointless, but you shook your head away, the movement slow and pathetic.

"What isn't fair is you thinking you have the right to anything after you were touching me and sending me those dirty texts all night," Caleb gritted out, plunging his fingers in and curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you.

You gasped, unable to help the way your hips jerked back. "Yes! Oh, God!"

For a second, you had some semblance of relief before he was pulling out again.

"Pipsqueak... I thought I told you to keep still."

"You..." You paused, a whine tearing from your throat when he went back to the same agonizing movements on your achy clit. "You didn't explicitly say to stay still. You just—you just told me to look pr—"

"Don't get smart with me unless you want me to stop completely." His breath fanned over your neck. "And I really don't want to stop."

"Please don't stop!" You sunk your nails into the leather seat. "I'll be still. Promise."

Claeb groaned, moving his fingers slightly faster now. Maybe it was a reward, or maybe he just couldn't help it. You didn't know. Didn't care. He was moving faster and that's all that mattered.

Your breath left in uneven pants as the heat in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter with each pass of his fingers.

You were close.

So close.

Caleb was hitting all the perfect spots, circling the little bud between your thighs like he knew your body better than he knew his own.

You were almost there.

Just a little more.

Your lips parted with a silent gasp.

Then—

He stopped.

Gently eased his hand away and started pumping you, slowly.

You nearly cried. "No, no, no. Caleb—" You bit your lip to keep the pathetic sound from tumbling out. "Ca–Caleb, please! Just—I—"

"Shh, you're okay."

If you hadn't caught the mocking edge in his voice, you would've melted at the sweet words.

"Next time, don't tease me if you can't handle this."

You sighed, the sound breaking off on a whine. Your window was all fogged up, sweat and tears clung to your cheeks. You were a mess, and Caleb was completely fine. Teasing you. Feeling you, like you weren't losing your goddamn mind.

"I won't do it again," you blurted. "Just let me come. I wanna come..!"

Caleb huffed out a quiet laugh. "A brat and a liar." He slid his slick fingers back in your throbbing cunt, giving you just enough to make your toes curl, but not enough to push you over the edge. "Suchh a naughty girl today, huh?"

"'Mmno! I promise!"

Caleb sunk in knuckle deep and started curling his fingers, brushing over the spongy spot that made you see stars.

"Ah-ahh," Caleb murmured. "You know how I feel about broken promises."

"Caleb—P-please! Pro–promise!"

He laughed again, the sound making you clench around him. "You're making this worse for yourself, Pips."

You were close again. He was touching all the right spots, curling and uncurling his fingers in a way that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and your thighs tremble around his hand.

"You're close," he rasped, listening to the obscene squelch that told him you were so worked up it hurt.

You grit your teeth, nodding.

So close again.

He had to give it to you this time. He had to. You earned it, right?

Fucking wrong.

Just when you were about to come, he pulled away. Again. Fingers slick and warm.

Your whole body was screaming for release. He couldn't leave you like this. He wouldn't.

"I'm sorry!" you cried. "I'm sorry I teased you! Please let me come!"

"Yeah?" Caleb brought his fingers back to the mess between your legs and tapped them playfully against your slick flesh. The sound it drew was sinful. "I don't believe you."

"Caleb—!"

"Show me how sorry you are." Slowly, he pushed his fingers back in. "Fuck yourself on me."

Your breath caught in your throat. "I—I can move?"

Caleb's fingers twitched, eager to watch you lose yourself. "Mhmm. You can move."

"I can come?"

"Yep. Move, cum, whatever you want—as long as you do the work. Can you do that, Pips?"

You didn’t even answer—you were already grinding down, fucking yourself on his fingers like you needed it to breathe. You were moaning and panting on every filthy slide of his fingers.

"You look so pretty like this." Caleb gawked, watching every shift and twitch of your hips as you sank on his fingers over and over again. "Using my fingers to get yourself off—Fuck—"

He bit his lip at the little curse slipped out. He wanted to keep up the facade of indifference, but it was impossible when you looked and felt like that.

"Faster. C'mon," he rasped. "Don't you want it?"

"Mm'yes! I want it!" You didn't miss a beat. You moved faster, filling the car with your moans and cries.

The corners of your vision blurred as you chased down your orgasm like a woman possessed. You didn't stop. Didn't hesitate, not even when you felt your arms shake and your head lull forward against the glass.

"Caleb! I'm—Yes! Oh, God!"

"That's it. Right there, right there," Caleb encouraged.

And then you were finally coming.

Your orgasm ripped through you with a guttural cry. Your body twitched, wave after wave of arousal gushing around his slender fingers.

Caleb held you through everything, making sure you didn't collapse against the door when the aftershocks finally washed over you.

"Hey, you okay?"

When you didn't answer, panic flared in his chest. Had he been too mean? Did he hurt you?

Caleb shifted, sitting back and holding you in his lap.

"Hey, Pips."

"Mm."

He sighed.

"Don't do that to me. Are you okay?"

You didn't answer, just lazily curled into his chest and wrapped two shaky arms around his neck.

Caleb instantly melted into you, peppering your head with kisses. "You did so good, pretty."

You gave another quiet hum in response and he chuckled. "Are you sure you're okay?"

You nodded. "I'm.. very okay."

Caleb smiled. "Good." He pressed another kiss to your head. "Wanna stay like this for a bit?"

"Please."

He huffed. "Anything for you."

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[prettydaisygirl]

Us and Them (zombie au): Chapter Thirteen

Rafe Cameron x fem!reader who tells Rafe about JJ ✿ 1.6k words

cw: zombie apocalypse, fem!reader, Rafe is really mean in this one you guys i'm sorry, Rafe has a broken leg, angst with no positive ending this time, please read the last part before this one

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previous part

The barn door creaks open slowly when you push it and your dread worsens. Somehow, even after everything, this upcoming conversation with Rafe might have you feeling more terrified than you ever have. More than when Rafe fell through the roof of a building, more than when you had to go alone out into the city, even more than when you got kidnapped and abandoned in the woods with zombies. 

Your heart pounds, getting louder with each step closer to Rafe. He looks up at you with a pained look. His face is pale and slightly tinted green. You make a point not to look at his leg. 

“You’re back.” He says, tone slightly pained. He doesn’t seem happy to see you, but you don’t blame him. You nod and look down nervously, and he takes your hesitation as a sign of failure.

“You didn’t get shit, huh?” He asks, but it’s not a question. It’s like he knows the answer, like he was expecting it. That somehow makes the pit in your stomach sink further. You didn’t know it could go any further.

“No, I- I did…” You tell him, digging through your bag to grab everything he’d asked for. You dump the contents on the bed and the look of surprise on his face makes you feel small with him in a way you haven’t in a long time. He digs through the bottles and you stand there. You let the bag drop to your side. “I got everything you asked for, and- and because I wasn’t sure on some things I grabbed more.” He hums in acknowledgment of your words but there’s no sign that he actually hears what you’re saying. “Rafe, I have to tell you something…”

“Gimme a fuckin’ second.” His jaw is already tight again and you feel like tapping your foot against the slightly rotted floor of the barn. You don’t, because Rafe would just yell at you for that too, but it feels like every passing second is wasted while his sister and her group are out there looking for the House. You should be out there too, except you were stupid. And now you’re trying to fix it.

“No, listen, it’s important, Rafe-” His face hardens, his grip on the bottles tightening as his eyes turn to you with a sharp glare. He’s practically sneering. You try not to take it personally, you know the pain must be excruciating, but you can’t help it. You know if you tried to kiss him right now, he would shove you away, and that hurts more than anything else. 

“Shut the fuck up! Holy shit!” His words are growled at this point, and you take a step back. He grabs for the water bottle on the nightstand, one of the very few the two of you have left, and downs a handful of pills. More than you think is probably recommended on the bottles. 

He tosses the empty water bottle across the room, where it lands on the floor with a light thunk. He rubs his hands over his face and settles back against his sleeping bag. You let him breathe for a moment before you break the silence again. 

“I’m trying not to be stupid.” You tell him, taking a seat on your own sleeping bag with your knees pulled up to your chest. “That’s why I’m trying to tell you.” 

His face relaxes. Not entirely, but enough that you can release some of the tension from your own shoulders. You really shouldn’t, though, because until you fully explain yourself, he’s going to be mad. Actually, until the painkillers kick in, you think he is going to be angry anyway. 

You watch as he rests his head back, his arm behind it. His adam’s apple bobs as he closes his eyes and takes a heavy breath in. When he speaks, his voice is rough, and part of you feels so guilty you almost chicken out all together. “Let me set my leg first.” He says, sitting up. 

“No, really Rafe, I don’t think it can wait-” He starts moving his leg while you’re speaking and you choke out of your words, turning your gaze away. Your stomach churns, and the words pour out of you uncontrollably like the bile in your throat threatens to.

“I ran into someone while I was out.”

You can hear him freeze, the air in the barn going frigid and completely silent. You slowly turn your head to look at him, his face dark, his eyes staring directly into your soul. 

“What?”

“I- There was a guy at the pharmacy.” Rafe’s expression turns harder at your words, you didn’t even know that was possible. He doesn’t speak, just stares until eventually you find yourself scrambling to explain. “I didn’t hear him come in, he just snuck up behind me while I was looking for your medication. He wasn’t mean and he didn’t hurt me, he helped me find what I needed and actually he was really nice but Rafe-”

“You spoke to him?”

The air leaves your lungs and the words stop coming. Rafe is shaking, anger practically seeming from his pores. You force yourself to continue. 

“W-Well, I would’ve run away if I could have, and technically, he spoke to me first…”

“You are so fucking stupid!” You flinch at Rafe’s outburst, regret and guilt churning in your gut. You’ve seen him upset, angry, you’ve seen him kill people with his bare hands. But you’ve never been on the receiving end of his wrath, not like this. “How many times have I told you about this? He probably fucking followed you back here, and now we’re going to die tonight because I can’t even walk on my own. And, oh yeah, that’s also your fault!” 

“He didn’t follow me back here.” You try to argue, but it comes out weaker than you want. You don’t want to keep letting him scream at you like this, at some point you’re going to break. 

“How the hell can’ya even know that?” 

“Because he walked away first! He didn’t see me leave…” You word start out stronger this time, though the end trails off when Rafe rolls his eyes and shakes his head at you.

“That doesn’t mean anythin’! You’re so fuckin’ naive sometimes, it just makes me so fuckin’-”

“He said he knows you.” You interrupt. You aren’t going to keep letting him spiral and yell at you. You deserve to explain yourself, to tell him what happened. 

“What?” Based on the way Rafe’s entire body goes frigid, every muscle tensing in his body, you might have said the wrong thing. But you can’t stop now, so you start speaking again. Rafe watches with an expression so angry, so upset, you don’t think you have a word for it. But he doesn’t interrupt you again, focused intently on every single word that leaves your mouth.

“He said the reason he followed me into the pharmacy was because he was going to corner me and ask me some questions about… the area, I guess. He said he and his friends are here looking for a house, and he specifically said it was the house that used to belong to the family of a girl in his group, so… so I asked who the girl was, and he said her name is Sarah Cameron.”

Rafe still doesn’t say anything, but when you look into his eyes it’s like he’s a completely different person. Not your boyfriend, not the man you fell in love with, who loves you, who has protected you all this time. A stranger. 

“He said his name was JJ.” You add, and that’s the straw that breaks the camel’s back. 

“Get out.” Rafe’s voice is low, like a growl, like the voice of a predator and it makes your skin crawl for more than one reason.

“What?” Your whole body goes cold, like you were dunked in an ice bath. He wouldn’t do this, right? He said he’d never leave you, he’d never abandon you now especially after everything, he said-

“Get the fuck out!” He throws something at you, you don’t see what it is, you just duck. You stand back up, face completely tense with hurt and betrayal.

“Rafe, you said you’d never-”

“If you wanna fuck around with Pogues, go be with the fuckin’ Pogues!” His words are sharp and barked, and you find yourself struggling to breathe. “Get out. And leave my fuckin’ gun.”

You watch him for a long moment, your world tilting on its axis and everything falling apart. It’s like nothing you ever do is good enough for him. Even now, after everything the two of you have been through together, he’s willing to just throw you away. You’d spent so much time in the early days of the End thinking he was going to leave you, and now that it’s actually happening, you thought you were safe with him. Your hand finds the gun in its holster, your fingers shaking, and you purposely set it just out of his reach.

“Fuck you, Rafe.” Your voice cracks but you don’t care. “Fuck you. Have fun with your broken leg, asshole.” You want to say more but you can’t. 

You turn and walk out of the barn, muttering under your breath. Fury and betrayal course through your veins and you head into the countryside despite the setting sun.

And you don’t look back. 

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[m4mmonthebest]

oooo i need a fic where the reader is slobbering on Chance’s dick and he’s a moaning mess. ALSO MUTUAL MASTURBATION WITH CHANCE OMG

All very valid and spicy options.

You'd be playing with Chance, a common occurrence by now, usually dealing with a lot of flirting during your playtime. You decide to be very bold when he says if you roll the dice over 18 you can do anything you want.

You roll a nat 20. You aren't sure if that was your luck or if Chance had something to do with it. Either way he seemed happy enough, congratulating you with a slight blush coating his face.

"Anything I want?" You ask.

"Anything you want! You roll the dice, all is fair game..."

"I want to blow you."

He stays in the same spot for one minute. You begin to worry until he gives you the biggest grin, glasses shining with determination.

"W-well! Who am I to deny your well earned action! .... Uh.... Guess I should... T-take my pants off haha..."

He tries to look as if he isn't being affected. After all he was the one that brought the whole thing up. He is usually very bold with his advances, but one thing is saying stuff and another thing is committing to it.

He slides his pants off rather clumsily. You thought he should've been wearing underwear although thinking about it you don't see the reason why.

You kneel in front of him, hands resting over his big thighs. Seems like all the flirting up to this point was working, as he is already half hard.

"Excited?" You say with a sultry voice.

"Yes!!! Um- I mean- yes. Yes I am."

You begin to tease his inner thighs, licking and biting softly into the sensitive skin. He can't help but to give small grunts. You go further up and up leaving a trail of kisses which just makes him get increasingly more worked up.

You're now face to face with his dick. Not long but rather chubby, although you know with your drive it will get a bit longer. You lick a stripe down his cock and he whimpers, though he quickly covers his mouth.

Masterful licks make his semi hard dick into a full erect one. It's glistening with your saliva, which now clumps at your hand as you stroke him slowly. You put the tip to your mouth and suck and lick. You can feel his muscles tense under your hand resting on his thigh. He lets out small moans, cute ones which just make you want to see him break even more.

You pick up the pace, your head bobbing into the length as your hand massages his balls. He becomes increasingly louder, calling out your name in the process, he begins to pant, reminding you of an excited puppy.

"Hm! Ah-ngh...."

Looking into his eyes you can see his dilated pupils looking straight at you, his face is entirely red, and covered in sweat. He places his hand on top of your hair, not daring to pull on it.

You command him to keep his hands to his sides, which he quickly does apologizing.

You take him deeper and deeper, each time eliciting deeper and whinier moans. He bucks his hips on accident and the look you gave him made him shiver.

"S-sorry... I'm sorry..."

You decide to let it go this instance, but you are determined to overstimulate him now. As a little punishment of course.

You begin to concentrate on the head of his cock, which makes him twitch and jump on his seat, his hands forming fists on each side of his thighs.

"Ah-! P-please-That's-too much!!"

You keep abusing his head, stroking the rest of his cock faster and faster. You can feel it pulsating, ready to burst at any moment, you are also able to hear it, as his moans are louder than ever.

"I-I'm gonna c-"

You stop every single movement.

He looks like a kicked puppy, which is cute to you.

"Beg me to let you cum." You begin to stroke him slowly, painfully so.

"P-please..."

"Please what?"

"Please let me cum! I'll be good!! P-please? Please! I won't m-make ah! Make you angry ah! Again!"

You can see tears forming on his eyes as he bites his lip.

You decide to spare him, for now, and begin to work your magic again. It's not difficult to bring him to the brink again, quite easy actually.

He cums inside your mouth, which you don't swallow as you have a better idea. You caress his face and kiss him deeply, your tongue playing with his, sharing his own seed with it. He moans deeply into the kiss, liking the degrading bit of it all.

"Good boy Chance. Good boy."

(Not sure if I will be making the other one you asked, but I'll think about it! Please enjoy)

[layaispunk]

chapter three: i'll break his jaw, darling

from my darling series

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wc: 1.8k

chapter warnings: unprotected p in v smut, MINORS DNI, fingering, dirty talking, praise, age gap, mentions of alcohol and marijuana, overprotective joel, brandon being a literal dick, joel is lovey dovey

it was sunday afternoon, and you were really regretting saying yes to your friends. 

the town’s summer festical was packed. kids screaming, couples holding hands, teenagers taking selfies. the music thumped faintly from the stage nearby. 

you were floating somewhere between tipsy and stoned. not enough to be out of it, but enough to feel that dizzy humming in your chest. 

brandon had been talking for what felt like 2 hours straight. 

“…. anyway, i was thinking of texting that tattoo artist guy again,” he said, his arm lazily slung over the back of the bench. “y’ know, the one from the bar downtown? he said he’d give me a discount if i let him film it, for his insta reels.”

you nodded vaguely, eyes scanning the crowd and not really listening. your drink was almost gone and you were feeling restless.

“are you even hearing me?” he said sudddenly, with a laugh that did not reach his eyes.

you blinked. “sorry. you were saying.. a discount?”

he rolled his eyes. “forget it, dude. you’ve been acting weird all fuckin’ night.”

“i’m not acting weird,” you said, feeling instantly on edge. “i’m just not drunk enough to laugh at your dumb stories.”

the friend group around you snorted.

brandon narrowed his eyes. “what the hell’s wrong with you lately, huh?”

you stared at him. 

“i mean, you’re barely even trying anymore,” he scoffed. “you dress like that, you act like you’re too good for everyone, and you just sit there like you’re bored out of your mind. is this, like… some attention thing?

you felt your chest tighten, the words slicing through your buzz like a cold splash to the face.

“i’m not here to entertain you,” you said, voice sharp. “and despite what you think, you’re not all that interesting.”

his smirk dropped. you could see his ego falling down. 

“jesus, you used to be fun,” he muttered. “now you just act like a total bitch.”

that did it. you didn’t hesitate, you grabbed your mostly-full cup of vodka cranberry and threw it in his face. 

the plastic cup hit his chest and bounced on the grass, he flinched, red liquid dripping down his shirt. the group gasped and broke into chaotic laughter.

you instantly got up and walked away, not looking back, heart pounding in your chest. as you turned the corner behind the food trucks, trying to catch your breath and trying not to cry, you bumped right into someone.

solid chest, big hands on your arms, steadying you.

joel motherfucking miller.

your stomach flipped.

he had sunglasses pushed back into his hair, expression concerned as he looked down at your embarassed frame. 

“are you alright?” he asked softly. 

you just blinked at him, feeling dazed and a little dizzy, and you nodded. barely. didn’t convince him. 

"come on,” he whispered. “let’s get you outta here.”

he guided you with a hand on the small of your back through the whole parking lot.

when you reached his truck, you got in, shut the door with a thud, and exhaled. your hands were shaking in your lap, fingers clenched around the hem of your white skirt. joel was quiet beside you, one hand gripping the steering wheel. 

you tried to breathe. it caught in your throat. brandon had been annoying you for months now. he thinks that you’re playing hard to get, but really you just couldn’t be more repulsed by him and his attitude. 

joel glanced over you, eyes soft. “you okay, sweetheart?”

you swallowed, lips trembling. “where the hell did you even come from, joel?”

his brows furrowed, smiling a bit. “tommy dragged me here. i was just getting a taco and i .... saw you walking really fast. felt like something was up.”

you let out a breathy laugh. “great timing, mister fantastic.”

he smiled at that. you stared ahead for a second, then spoke again, being reminded of brandon. “he is such a fucking asshole.”

“mister fantastic?”

you laughed. “no.” 

he liked seeing you smile like that. he didn’t say anything, just waited for you to feel comfortable talking about what happened.

“brandon.”

he froze. his whole body shifted, and his eyes darkened. his hands flew to the door handle, ready to go beat him up. “i swear to fucking god–“

“joel,” you said sharply, grabbing his arm. “no. stop.”

he looked at you. “what’d he do? huh? did he touch you? i’ll break his jaw right now, darlin’. tell me.”

“stop. no. i don’t want you to fight him.” your voice cracked a little. “i just need you, okay?” you didn’t know why, but tears started to spill over on your cheeks. 

the tension drained out of his shoulders slowly, and he turned towards you completely now, his eyes searching yours. 

“jesus,” he muttered, reaching out. his hand found your jaw, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth. “you’re breakin’ my damn heart, baby.”

you didn’t mean to cry harder at that, but it was like something inside you cracked open. 

he pulled you into his arms without another word, you buried your face in his chest. he held you tight and warm, his palm stroking up and down your back. “i’m here, baby. ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

the hot chocolate mug was warm between your hands, its warmth bleeding into your fingers, grounding you. you brought it to your lips and took a sip. creamy and rich. exactly how he always made it at your parents’ christmas party. 

your stomach had settled by now, your anxiety attack long gone. the hot chocolate helped, so did the donut joel had stopped to get you on the way here, from that bakery in on south street. weed always made you hungry. you didn’t even ask, he just came out with a bag, and handed it to you like it was the most normal thing in the world. 

you took a big bite, stoned and starving, and nearly moaned from how good it was. you were curled up at his kitchen table in one of his big t shirts, legs tucked beneath you. 

you looked down onto your mug, thumb tracing along the rim. then, you looked up at him with a soft voice, nearly whispering . “thank you.”

he walked over slowly without saying anything, his footsteps quiet on the kitchen tile. he stood infront of you, his hands reached out gently, big and warm and rough with callouses, and cradled your face. he leaned in and kissed you. 

you leaned into the kiss, your hands gripping his forearms, kissing him deeper. he tasted like chocolate and cinnamon and cigarettes. 

you pulled back just a little, forehead touching his. “i don’t want to go home just yet.”

he raised an eyebrow. “are you sure?”

"yeah," you nodded. “dad thinks im at the festival anyway.”

he kissed you harder. his hands dropped from your face to your waist, tugging you closer as you stood between his legs. with one strong grip, he lifted you effortlessly and set you down on the counter. his mouth found yours again, and your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively.he kissed you deeply, like he was memorizing you. your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently when his mouth trailed soft kisses down your neck. 

without a word, joel carried you upstairs. he kicked the door to his bedroom open with his foot, and set you down gently on the edge of the bed. his lips found yours again instantly. you felt his fingers slip under the hem of his t-shirt you were wearing, and trail slowly down to your hips. his hands pused there, knuckles grazing the soft cotton of your panties, drawing circles. you whimpered into his mouth. 

“mm,” he hummed, smug. “that feel good, honey?”

“joel,” you gasped. 

he pressed the heel of his hand against you, right on top of the soaked fabric, and smirked when your hips jerked. then, he finally slid his hand underneath. his finger slipped between your slick folds, groaning when he felt just how wet you’ve gotten for him. “you’re drippin’, sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing your jaw as his fingers moved lazily. “so needy, aren’t you?”

you whimpered when he dipped one finger inside you, then another, curling them just right. he kissed you through your moans. before you could come, he pulled his hand away and tugged his shirt over his head. 

you stripped for him too, breath ragged. he slid your panties down your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. when he pushed his jeans down and you saw him so ready for you, it made your mouth go completely dry. he kissed you and got on top of you, pressing you down against the mattress. 

your gasp turned into a moan as he lined up right where you needed him the most and filled you slowly, every inch dragging against your walls. your back arched instinctively, hands scrambling to scratch his back. 

joel groaned low. “takin’ me so good, baby. just like that.”

you whined, “faster, joel. please.”

he obeyed, hips snapping faster, pace steady and deep, every thrust knocking the air out of your lungs and driving you to climax. 

“look at you,” he rasped, eyes fixed on yours. “so fuckin’ pretty.”

the sound of skin against skin filled the room, your legs tightened around his waist as he drove deeper, rougher, and relentless. you felt the heat tighter with every thrust. 

“joel, oh my god,” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

“uh-uh. eyes on me, baby,” he panted.

your climax hit hard at that, all-consuming, your body locking up around him and your nails dragging down his back as you cried out. he fucked you through it, hips stuttering but steady, watching you come completely undone for him. 

joel groaned, voice thick with grit. “fuck, sweetheart.”

he held on for a few more thrusts, hips stuttering and jaw tight with restraint. then he pulled out fast, and wrapped a hand around himself. you watched, still dazed and pulsing from your orgasm as he stroked himself quickly, eyes on you. he came hard across your stomach, grunting your name as his body tensed. 

joel looked over at you, eyes soft. “you alright, princess?”

you nodded, blushing. “yeah. are you?”

a soft chuckle left his lips. “i ain’t been this good in years.”

you smiled, eyes fluttering shut for a second. you felt his hand on your leg, warm and careful, rubbing slow circles into your thigh.

you curled into him without thinking, your hand resting on his chest, your leg sliding over his. joel let out a soft breath and wrapped an arm around you, holding you close.

“you still taste like hot chocolate,” you mumbled, a little bit sleepy. 

joel huffed a soft laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “yeah, well. you taste like trouble.”

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Storming the Castle

Yandere!Block Tales x Monster?Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, violence, MC gets no breaks from being reminded of how they ain't human

Notes: Lol part 1 did horrible. Oh well, I don't care. Who knows? Maybe this part will do well.

--☆☆☆☆☆--

Never have you been more grateful that you're constantly producing heat as the caves are much colder than the warmth of the meadows. It's not enough to make you shiver, but cool enough to notice.

The first floor of the cave is easy to maneuver through, and you climb up to find- oh! It's Terry (you think, he never told you his name)!

He's staring at some sort of card on a ledge, and you approach, standing over him as you chirp out a greeting. He's not the nicest, but... everyone needs a friend, right? Maybe he'd be nicer if you were his friend!

He flinches and spins around, screeching, "I'LL KILL YOU!!!" as he raises his flippers.

...okay, maybe the idea of trying to become his friend is a mistake.

"Oh... I thought you were another ANT ARMY. I HATE those things." Terry tell you, immediately calming down. "...you move too quietly, bruh. You're gonna give someone a heart attack like this."

"Ack- sorry, sorry!!" You squeak out, "It's just how I move-"

"Why are you even apologizing?? You act like everything is your fault." He just scoffs and looks back at the card, calling you "weird" under his breath.

"...uh... what'cha doin'?" You ask, trying to change the topic from sorta being called out..? You don't know, he's a confusing little penguin.

"Bruh." Terry says, giving you a deadpan look, "See that card over there? It's almost as if I can't reach the stupid thing."

"I can grab it for you." You offer.

"Really?" He asks you, skeptical.

"Yeah! Just lemme-" You quickly hop across the gap, neatly balancing on the edge of the platform (praise your strong ass legs) and grab the card, quickly hopping back over and handing it to Terry.

"Pretty impressive, not gonna lie." Terry mutters, before looking over the card, "Duuuude... I already had that oneeeee... multiple copies, actually. Whatever man, you can keep it?"

"Really?" You ask, startled, "Wow- thank you!"

"Yeah yeah." Terry says, waving you off.

"Bye Terry!" You tell him, quickly walking away to continue your quest for Shedletsky. On your way to the Ice Dagger you go!

Terry pauses for a moment. "How did they know my name?"

--☆☆☆--

You've never liked caves, not gonna lie. Just too dark for your liking. And you've never liked the cold.

Y'know what sounds nice right now? Snuggling up on a nice, smooth rock under the sun like a lizard. Just taking an hour long nap, forgetting all your pains and worries...

That'd be your heaven.

...just your luck. This next room of the cave is twice as cold and covered in ice.

You just groan there for half a minute before continuing, already annoyed knowing that the Ice Dagger is gonna be in some cold place and you're gonna get chilly despite the fact you emit enough heat to constantly attract cats to you (plus how just being around you can charge people's phones).

Thankfully, you can keep going. Even if it just keeps getting colder...

The claws on your feet dig into the ice, leaving little marks in the ground as you go, as you've long since decided to just not wear the damn shoes (too slippery). The chill gnaws at your scales and skin, trying to eat through your heat and freeze you to your very bone.

You persist. You always persist.

"Who is that?" A collection of shrill voices ask as you reach the top of this room of the cave, "Your Majesty... we have a guest..."

"Quiet..." A singular voice says, "Quiet.... QUIET!!!!"

You freeze up at the yelling, the more animalistic parts of your mind screaming at you to defend yourself, to get into an adequate position, to run, to hide. You resist them, trying to listen to the rational parts of you that tell you that you'll be fine.

"I MUST MAKE MY ROYAL ENTRANCE!!!" The voice declares, and the collection of voices quietly apologize.

You approach the entrance to the next room as a giant, humanoid blue ant crawls from the ground, piercing through the ice with ease as dozens of smaller ants surround her.

"HUZZAH!!!" The Supreme Ant declares, "IT IS I!!! YOUR ROYAL MAJESTY!!! I SEE YOU HAVE TAKEN A WRONG TURN AND VENTURED INTO MY TERRITORY!!!"

"I did? Oh- I'm so sorry. I didn't realize." You said, apologetic.

"FEAR NOT, DEAR SUBJECT, I SHALL EXCUSE THIS INEXCUSABLE BEHAVIOR AS YOU BOW TO MY GLORIOUS STATURE!! GO ON, I'M WAITING!!"

You don't want a fight, so you bow. All hands clasped together, you bow deep enough the ears on your hood brush against the icy ground.

The Supreme Ant is pleased. "AH YES, ALL IS NOW WELL, DEAR SUBJECT. WHERE MAY YOU BE HEADING?"

"Blackrock Castle, your Majesty." You explain, "I am sent there on a quest. I- I didn't mean to walk through your territory. It's just this is the only open route I know of..."

The Supreme Ant hums at your words. "YOUR EXCUSE SEEMS TO COME OF GOOD HEART. VERY WELL, YOU MAY CONTINUE ALONG."

"Thank you again!" You say, bowing once more before scurrying out of there.

The Supreme Ant hums, pleased. "SUCH A POLITE PERSON. IF ONLY THERE WERE MORE SUCH AS THEM IN THIS WORLD."

--☆☆☆--

You walk out into this picturesque snow-covered town in a valley in the mountains. Someone notices you and walks over.

"Oh, hey there! You look... new!" They note, "Welcome to Roadtown! The sunniest part of the crossroads... or well, at least it was. Things have been getting rather chilly recently... there's been baseless rumors all over the place..."

"Like what?" You ask, tilting your head.

"The snowclouds came from BLACKROCK CASTLE on the hill." They tell you, "I've even heard a rumor that the ICE DAGGER was even stolen! Isn't that wild? Who would do something like that???"

...oh no, you need to hurry.

"I mean... it kinda was..?" You say, knowing the Ice Dagger is at risk, "Someone is trying to steal it. Dunno if it has been stolen yet. I'm trying to make sure it'll be safe and sound."

"Wait... for real???" They ask you, "That's wild, man! I'm glad to hear you're on the case, though!"

"Yeah, heh..." You say, "Just need to get to the Castle."

"MAYOR MONTY can help you get to BLACKROCK!" They tell you, "Town Hall's the light-colored cabin. Go hit him up sometime! Good luck, I'm rooting for you!"

You nod and head out as they say one last thing. "By the way, your talon-feet-things are COOL!!"

You flinch, hesitate, and mumble a thank you, earnestly surprised. Usually, people are creeped out. Being complimented for something like this is... nice. It's really nice.

You just keep going, heading to the yellow cabin and sheepishly walking past the guards by the door. They don't bother to stop you. Just smile at you as you head in.

"Eh? Who's that? I don't know you... why are you in my office?" An older, bearded man asks you as you walk in, and you only assume that's Mayor Monty. "C'mere so I can see your face a bit better."

You head over.

"Take off those silly glasses and that mask. I can't see your face otherwise."

You hesitate for a minute, but comply in the end. His eyes widen at your face, but he merely says, "Ah, I see," and moves on.

"Mhm, yup... I can guess what you're here for," He says, "You want one of rhose ADVENTURER I.D.s, don'tcha? No one visits unless they want something nowadays..."

"Yes please," You say, hiding your face again, a little embarrassed, "I really need to get to Blackrock."

"Ah, heading there?" He asks as he starts rummaging around the desk, "You know, I was an adventurer too!"

"Oh, really?" You ask, intrigued. Hell yeah, old man stories!

"Of course, then I had'ta to breakin' my leg that one time..." Monty continues, "Even broke mah funny bone on th' way down!"

"Wow." You murmur as he hands you the I.D.

"The BLACKROCK MOUNTAINS are quite dangerous, critter," He says, "And I saw plenty danger in my time, that's for sure! My wife loathed all the late trips I'd come home from... she used to travel too! Even got eaten by a dragon... twice! Or was it thrice? This old fart can't keep track since Jim..."

He pauses. "...actually, I'll make you a deal, critter. Our-" He yawns- "lovely accountant JIM has gone-" longer yawn this time- "missing and-" yet another long yawn... "and..."

...Mayor Monty then falls asleep in front of you. You reach over and lightly shake him awake, and he startles.

"WHuzzu?!" He coughs, "Oh... this old nut dozed off again, huh?"

"Don't worry about it." You reply, a little confused.

"That's just what happens nowadays!" He laughs and continues, "Anyhoo, where was I, young critter?"

"Jim went missing..?" You say, confused.

"Ah, yes!" He nods, "Right. Jim... he's overseeing a mining operation neaby... but he hasn't come home in a few days... I'm starting to get worried about the young lad... he's not the type to put himself in trouble's way..."

"Do you want me to find him? I'm willing." You say.

"That's just what I was gonna ask ya." He says, "Thanks, young one. You take care now, okay? Please find JIM soon for me..."

"I will." You promise, "He'll be home soon!"

And with a wave, you're off again, passing through the toll booth and into the mountains.

This shouldn't be too hard.

--☆☆☆--

You wish your modified clothes were warmer. At least the other penguins you met here were nice. And a guy you met who was accepted into the penguin community. Honestly, how lovely for him. Glad he's happy.

Wish you had a community that accepted you like that, but oh well.

You even beat up a Banished Knight and told him to find his own place and happiness in life instead of trying to regain the favor of the king because he'd be happier forging his own path.

You don't know if he took your words to heart, though.

At the very least, you found Jim buried under some rubble and saved him by using dynamite that he allowed you to keep and take with you. Even had to cross some ice that you've never been so glad to have claws for as you just easily walked across.

You even saw Terry when you were saving Jim. Thankfully, that accountant is okay and gleefully thanked you before going home.

Using the dynamite, you managed to sneak into the basement of the castle. And god, there were a ton of guards you had to fight off. Though you took great caution not to hurt anyone too severely.

You managed to get around and into the palace after a little while, though. Though everyone's loyalty to the king stunned you.

Then again, you've never had many you could call a friend. Sure, you had some... but still.

Hell, even a living statue was loyal to this man. You had to meet him and see what all the fuss was about.

And when you got into the palace itself (by breaking and entering through a window)? You were a little bemused by how the knights in there didn't fight you. Just set up a barricade you just zoomed around and deeper into the palace using your speed ability.

You were just glad you didn't have to fight anyone. You weren't a violent soul, not by any means. Though... everyone sure did like to look at you like you were... it was annoying.

But somehow, you snuck into the kitchen, just... very lost.

"Are you the assistant mage I ordered? I've been waiting..." The... Kitchen Wizard..? Says as you walk in, barely glancing up at you. "Goodness, I knew RentAnAssitant(tm) was slow, but jeez..."

"W- wait- sir- you got the wrong-" You start, panicking.

"No more fooling around! We've got knights to feed!!" You flinch at how loud he got there, and he continues while barely looking up at you, "While I prepare the stove with my MAGIC, I need..." He checks a recipe, "...One bottle of rose-colored liquid. Yes, one will do just fine for now."

You try to leave the room but he orders you to stay in. "S- sir-! I'm not your assistant! I'm here because-"

"Hush, just get the rose-colored liquid!" He tells you, visibly annoyed.

You don't like how your heart seems to contract in your chest as he yells, reminding you too much of him.

No... he can't hurt you here. Just get the liquid and leave.

You approach the red bottles, grimacing when they all look the same.

"...sir?" You call over, immediately being told to quiet down and get the bottle. You fidget with your claws, internally panicking as you grab one of the bottles and hand it over while praying, immediately backing away and trying to hide yourself despite there being nothing to hide behind.

"Aha! Here we go..." He says, not looking over, "You're an incompetent little thing, don't you know? Oh well. Let me just drip a few drops into this here container and..."

He flinches as it turns yellow. "Huh... that's... odd."

You back away into a corner, shaking slightly in terror. Please don't yell at you, you don't ever take that well...

"Wait a minute-"

Then, the concoction explodes.

You wince as the kitchen is a mess, with a giant pile of everything stacking up in the center. You cower in the corner, not noticing your hood, glasses, and mask had blown off.

"YOU IDIOT! THAT'S THE WRONG BOTTLE!!!" The Kitchen Wizard roars at you, absolutely pissed off, "THATS A SCARLET BOTTLE! I needed the rose... THE ROSE!"

Anything else he says turns to static, and he freezes when he finally looks over at you. You see his mouth moving, visible confusion on his face, but before either of you know it, you're at the top of the pile cowering, almost curled into a ball.

You wheeze a bit, hiss-like sounds escaping from your mouth as you desperately try to force the memories of him out of your head and as far away as possible.

You don't even notice the scream about the penguin.

...

"Yo whatup." You nearly fall off the pile at Terry's voice. You look over at him, your pupils mere slits as your spikes are sticking bolt upright.

"I didn't like how that punk down there talked to you. Had to teach him a lesson. Got this cool hat out of it... I don't think he'll mind."

"Wh- what did you do?" You ask the penguin, panicking as your words are almost slurred and growl-like.

"Doesn't matter."

...

Terry then explained to you how the Shrinking ability you found up here worked. You just used it to sneak into the treasury, after getting someone to get the limp body of Kitchen Wizard to somewhere that had medical attention of course, and getting a key to the main room where you'll soon be able to go against the King.

...

...

...

You had a bad feeling that getting the Ice Dagger wouldn't just be a simple conversation.

--☆☆☆--

...you didn't like how they stared at you. Simply stepping out of your way as you crept up the stairs, before taking a deep breath to steady yourself and striding into the throne room.

Light streamed through the windows, reducing your cat-like pupils to mere slits if not for your glasses. You paused in the entryway, quickly readjusting your outfit in a desperate bid to hide any more monstrous parts.

Perhaps if you looked more human, there wouldn't be any fighting. Perhaps if you were a human, you wouldn't even be here. You'd be safely at home.

But no, you don't get that blessing.

You just approach the king, not liking how the room gets colder and colder the closer you grow to him. How ice covers the floor near his throne like a sheet. How your claws dig into it, desperate to keep you upright.

The King sits on a throne coated in ice, spikes of it surrounding him as he stares down at you. He only has one eye, his right eye being entirely covered by what you can only describe as a crystal of ice. His visible eye glows a neon blue, and even without pupils, you can sense it burn into you. His skin is blue and near dead, as if the cold consumed him, and yet he refuses to die.

On his head is a crown, and he wears a thick and furred cloak. Even sitting there silently, staring at you with more malice than friendliness, he looks as if he was a force of nature given human form. Simply radiating a regalness and power you've never bore witness to before.

"...hi." Is all you can manage to choke out, already feeling on edge from both the cold and his stare.

...

You think you hear whispers coming from him.

"So..." He says, his voice unsurprisingly deep, "This is who I've heard so much about..."

You try not to shuffle nervously, trying to think of what to possibly say in response.

He doesn't let you respond.

"You. Breaking in... dismantling my guards..." He scowls at you, "Is this what you wanted?"

"No-!" You blurt out, "No- no- I don't want to hurt anyone!"

"And yet you do." He notes, the grip on his scepter tightening. "You think you're the hero of this story... but deep down, you're as filthy as anyone else."

"Your Majesty, I-"

"Silence." He says, and the words die on your tongue. The words you desperately wish to say, to explain, to diffuse. He doesn't let you as he speaks. "I've heard of the future. I know what's to come."

"I've been..." You stay still as he hesitates momentarily, "'tainted'... by a tormenting voice. By the knowledge that Blackrock Kingdom will cease to exist in your future."

...but it... doesn't...?

"How do you think I feel? Witholding that knowledge from my people?" He asks you, standing up as his scepter hits the ice with a dull thud. "That their happiness... their home... will all be gone in only a few years. Do I give into the prophesied future I've been told will unfold?"

"No..." You say, standing your ground, "Because it doesn't happen!"

"You..." He says, and you hear the whispers now, your sensitive ears picking up parts...

Liar.

They lie.

They fill your head will false hopes.

Strike them down...

STRIKE THEM!

"LIAR!" He roars out, and you flinch as he charges.

No...

Summoning your claymore is easy, but the force he puts behind each blow makes your very body shake. Your talons deepen their hold on the floor, piercing through the ice and leaving small scratches on the floor itself.

Not like this...

Every animalistic part of you screams for you to fight back. Stab him, kill him, don't let him harm you.

...

You refuse.

Why aren't they fighting back?

Why do they only defend?

He intensifies his attacks, even pulling out a sword made of ice (the Ice Dagger, you figure, and understand that is where the whispers come from) and trying to stab you.

You manage to deflect. Barely.

But he's not letting up. He manages to bypass your defenses and strike you with his scepter, and god it hurts.

He struck you hard enough you're sent into a wall, your claymore clattering next to you as you feel lightheaded. You cough as he grabs you by the ears of your hood and lifts you up, preparing to strike again.

He pauses as all four of your arms come out to block his scepter mid-swing.

You squirm out of his hold, your hood coming off in the process.

Your head rings as you pull off your glasses and mask to toss them aside, your other pair of arms quicky undoing your fake tail, before you grab your claymore and resume a defensive stance.

"..." He stares at you, his gaze colder than before. "Fight back."

You glare at him, blocking his next attack.

"Fight back!" He orders you, growing more and more enraged. "FI-"

"NO!" Your roar cuts through the room like a blast of heat, and the King stops in his tracks, "You act like this is something I want! I don't want to fight you! I- I just want the damn sword! I just want to go home!"

He stares at you, his face blank as you feel your tail lash. "I'm tired, your majesty. I'm really fucking tired. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want my quest to be over with so I can go home."

You don't like how the grip on your blade falters. "I'm no hero. Look at me, I'm a monster. But I'm just a monster who wants to go back to something I'm familar with. I know none of my wishes will come true. I know I'll never be accepted by everyone or looked at as a sentient being by strangers. I know if I don't hide myself I'll be essentially alone. But if I don't have to fight you for this sword, I'm happy."

You lower your blade, hating how hazy it all seems. Especially your vision. "I'm not going to fight you."

The King stands still, before striding closer to your weakened form.

They're weak.

Kill them.

Kill them now.

You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for your death.

It wouldn't be the first time you've nearly been executed, anyways. You just hope it won't hurt.

You hear his scepter thud against the floor with each step. His footsteps nearly making the ground shake. He's a very, very tall man.

"...what happens to my kindgom?"

Your eyes slowly open at his words, and you hesitantly look up.

"Huh?"

"You say the future I've been told is a lie." He says, and you see the Ice Dagger in his hands. "What happens to it?"

Your mouth is clammy, but you manage to speak. "I- I've never been, but I heard the weather returns to normal around a year after it became winter year round. The kingdom is thriving, though the King is rarely seen. I- I heard it's really nice, though I've never managed to go..."

You trail off, as the King stares down intently at you.

"...your words radiate honestly, little... creature." He says, "...you come from the future, do you not?"

"I do." You admit with a nod.

"...who sent you upon this quest?"

You hear the whispers are angry, ordering him to kill you and questioning why he doesn't. But you do hear a quiet voice talking about how you seem trustworthy and honest.

Is he listening to that..?

"Shedletsky did." You say, "S- someone is after the Swords. He sent me to gather them and save Builderman."

"Elaborate."

"Builderman's been kidnapped," You explain, "And Shedletsky was attacked. Last I saw, he was on his way to the hospital. I need the Ice Dagger for Shedletsky, nothing more..."

The King stares at you, his expression cold and... almost cruel. But also contemplative, as if he's considering what you say.

"..." He grabs you by one of your horns and drags you up to standing, glaring at you. "You will stay at my castle for one night. I will consider what you said. Tomorrow morning, I will decide your fate."

"My fate..?" You echo, confused.

"If I gift you the Ice Dagger," He explains, "Or if I kill you."

--☆☆☆--

Being suddenly treated like a guest astounded many of the people within the castle. However, they didn't fight back against the King's orders.

You were more astounded with how he refused to allow you to disguise yourself again. Like, he literally pulled the mask and glasses out of your hands when you tried to put them on and told you to stop hiding yourself.

You agreed, not wanting an argument, although you tried not to bring any attention to yourself. However, having the King standing around you didn't help...

It was... awkward between you and the King, to put it lightly. He didn't really talk directly to you beyond the occasional question about the future, though you often felt his gaze borrowing into you or heard the whispers of the Ice Dagger.

Though you didn't like how his gaze seemed to intensify when you learned that Terry killed the Kitchen Wizard... though, he did quietly murmur to you he was thankful you tried to save the Kitchen Wizard. Though, it lasted only a moment.

...

...

...

The King strode through the hallways, the very air around him chilling. His scepter gently thudded against the ground with each step he took.

Weak. You're weak for letting them stay.

The moonlight shone through the windows of the castle, illuminating the hallways. They were empty outside of him, not one guard standing at the ready. Not one witness for what he would do.

They're defenseless. Get rid of them. They're a problem that needs to be dealt with.

The louder voices urged him to kill you while you slept. And he was more than ready to do it.

But there were quieter ones.

They're kind. They don't want to fight. They tried to save the Kitchen Wizard when that penguin attacked him. They tried to spare your guards. They're a kind being who wishes to be accepted.

Treat them with the same love they treat everyone else.

The King felt as if he was trapped between a rock and a hard place. You spoke believable words of the future, genuine promises that his people would be okay. Yet they clashed with the voices that promised him salvation.

...

He paused in front of the room you were staying in, before he slowly opened the door. It wasn't locked.

Stepping in, he was stunned to see the bed untouched. Though he noticed you seemed to make yourself comfortable on the large chair in the room. His gaze turned to where you sat, staring out of the window. But your ears were perked up and swiveled in his direction, and you looked over.

He hesitated, not wanting to kill you while you were awake.

"Oh- uh..." You hesitate, "Hi."

He merely grunts and nods, and you shuffle slightly, your tail twitching.

"Are you here to... talk?" You ask him, taking a breath, "I- I didn't want the Kitchen Wizard to..."

"I know." He responds, understanding your desire for peace and horror at the Kitchen Wizard's death. "I understand. It's not your fault."

You look away, radiating discomfort as he closes the door behind him and approaches.

"Why are you still awake?" He asks.

"I could ask you the same thing," You reply, and hesitate before saying some more things, "But- uh- I'm a really light sleeper. My ears and eyes and stuff are really sensitive- mostly my ears- and I wake up from sounds easily. Usually I got these soundproof headphones on and earplugs in but... uh... don't have any of those here..."

You shrug. "I don't expect to sleep much here."

"...I see." He responds, as the voices tell him to do all sorts of things. He stands beside you, as you look out the window.

"...Blackrock is beautiful," You mention, attracting his gaze, "I wish I could've seen it back in my time..."

He stares at you, considering your words. "Why were you unable to travel to my kingdom?"

"..." You hesitate, "I've never had much money... it was really, really hard to get a job since I'm..." You hold up your hands, all four of them, "This. Most people are spooked by me."

You cross you arms and lean against the windowsill. "Everyone looks at me in one of three ways. In pity, in fear, or in anger."

You think for a moment. "...occasionally, kids look at me in awe. Not that often, though. So I guess four looks. But... no one ever looks at me like I'm normal. Like I'm a human. Like I'm a living, sentient being that deserves to exist. Never at first."

You grimace. "...it's why I don't want to fight. Because I'm no longer allowed to act in anger, to lash out. I'm not allowed to fight back against my assailants. I'm not allowed to yell or argue or scream."

"..." The King listens to your words, "Are you not angry?"

"...all the time." You admit, "I'm angry I have to struggle to do things anyone else can with ease. I'm angry I can't be looked at as normal and have to hide myself. I'm angry I'm not home. I'm really angry."

"Yet you do not express that." He notes, "Not in your expression nor your body."

"...only humans are allowed to be angry," You admit, "Once you're no longer one, acting in anger means you need to be put down like a rabid dog."

You rub your shoulder, avoiding looking at the King.

"..." He takes a breath, "I see..."

A silence falls between you two, but he never looks away from you.

"Why do you not sleep on the bed?" He asks you.

"Oh- I'm more used to couches." You admit, "Also, it just feels... weird sleeping in a bed. I've spent years on a couch. I don't know if I'm really allowed..."

You frown, "What if my horns scratch the headboard? Or I break something on the bed? It's harder to cuddle up against a corner and get comfortable too..."

"I see." The King muses, feeling a smile creep onto his face. He isn't sure why. "You worry a lot."

"Yeah... I do..." You admit.

"How do you feel about the quest you've been sent on?" He asks you.

"...is it wrong that I kinda... like it?" You ask, "I mean- I feel human being sent out to do something important, like I can matter and help people. And I like doing that."

"...you are truly good at heart." The King notes, "Loving despite all your struggles and hardships. Truly an admirable thing."

"R- really?" You ask, your face flushing, "Oh... thank you."

You glance away, embarrassed, as your tail wraps around your ankles.

...they're cute.

Actually... yeah, you're right.

I know! He should kiss them!

The King flinches at the voices suddenly changing their tune. No longer do many of them call for your death. Instead, they seem to crave to see more of you being "cute".

Genius!

Kiss the cute little monster!

Kiss! Kiss!

Go on, you know you want to, King!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

The King clears his throat, looking away from you. You glance up at him, and he has a hand over his face to hide his blush.

A silence hovers between you two, but this silence is comfortable.

"...I will see you in the morning," He tells you, "...sleep as well as you can, little bird."

"I will!" You say quickly, and the King leaves.

"...wait, I'm not a bird-"

--☆☆☆--

That morning, two guards escort you to the throne room. The King sits upon the throne, but he stands when you approach him.

He strides down the steps, stopping before you.

"...I've considered your words." He told you, "You are quite unlike any soul I've met in my time. You have come for a noble cause, seeking the Ice Dagger for Shedletsky."

He pauses for a moment, before continuing. "If you ever need anything upon your quest, you are welcome in Blackrock Castle or anywhere in my kingdom. I see greatness in your future, little bird, even if you will fade more trial and hardship. Take this as a token of my gratitude."

He gently hands you a card that reads "Call: Cruel King".

"If you are ever in need of my assistance, I promise to arrive the moment you use this card." He tells you, hesitating. "You don't have to go through this alone. That is something you have shown me."

He takes a breath, before offering you the Ice Dagger.

"Take this and return to Shedletsky." With shaking hands, you take the Ice Dagger, holding it in your hands.

Hi. :3

"Go forth, kind soul, as I will watch over you."

[sylusgworl]

hi!! I just found your blog and I noticed you were asking for requests! I’m not sure if you write for Caleb but if you do, could you please do domestic hcs for Caleb x gn!MC? like them being affectionate around the house, going to the grocery store, hanging out at the animal shelter, paying taxes (lmfao) etc. ty 😄

CHAOTIC? NOPE, JUST CALEB ft. caleb

content: domestic fluff, gn!reader, adorable caleb because i refuse to believe he'd ever be harsh and manipulative with reader, it starts normal but gets progressively more chaotic, teeny bit suggestive (mentions of love bites, kisses, but nothing specific).

a/n: THANK YOU for requesting, i had lots of fun writing this one!! i rarely write for caleb (hopefully he's not too ooc, i have the lowest affinity w/ him unfortunately *pouts*) since i never seem to have ideas that 'fit' him, but this was a breath of fresh air tbh, i hope it's to your liking. wc: 1k . rbs are very appreciated <3

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If someone were to ask you how it is, living together with a certain Caleb Xia, you’d have one word to describe it: chaotic.

Not because you didn’t enjoy it or something, but let’s just say you never went through a boring moment while living with him.

Starting from your daily life at home, Caleb is just the best man you could ever ask for.

He cooks for you every time he’s not away for work, doesn’t let you carry heavy objects—why would you, with him here?  And, he just never stays away from you for longer than half an hour.

Yes, call him clingy, but Caleb just wishes to shower you with his affection every second of the day. 

When the two of you wake up in the morning, as you try to get up from the bed, you have his arm draped around your waist, anchoring you down, as he groans, half asleep, not wanting to be separated from you. You try to wiggle out of his hold for long minutes, before sleep takes him away and his tight grasp loosens, although not much.

“I’ll get you to stay next time,” he mumbles, and you don’t understand if he’s dreaming or if it’s the last sliver of his consciousness talking. You giggle and slip out of the bedroom door with an idiotic smile.

In the afternoons or evenings, when the two of you sit on the sofa, sometimes he takes your feet and rests them in his lap, at times tickling you if you ever dare to ignore him, too engrossed in your movie. Other times his head is the one resting in your lap, as you gently brush his soft brown locks, hearing hums of pleasure coming from him.

And, not to forget, at night, it becomes impossible for you to sleep for obvious reasons.

Caleb, knowing your schedule well, knows how to take advantage of the situation. So, when the two aren’t working the next day, he’s all over your lips, his hands slipping under your shirt, touching, loving you—he keeps you awake for hours.

“Caleb Xia!” you yell at him, first thing in the morning, feeling your legs shaky and throat aching. You throw a pillow at him, missing his face completely as he simply chuckles, bed hair springing up from his head. He makes a run for it, getting inside of the bathroom before more pillows can reach him. 

You just sigh heavily and look at the damage on your body, love bites painting your skin, cheeks flushed and hair sticking out.

After showering, the two of you eat breakfast in silence.

He’d like to break the ice but… you just ignore him, pouting, still mad at him for what happened (although you were equally at fault).

“Pipsqueak I... I’m sorry,” he mutters, stabbing his fork into his pancakes, like a child does with vegetables he doesn’t like.

He looks so adorable, you even imagine puppy ears appearing, so you just chuckle and smear some cream on his cheek.

“There, we’re even now,” you say, and get back to eating, ignoring the boyish grin spread on his lips.

Later that day, Caleb decides you’re running out of groceries, so the two of you head out to the store.

The supermarket is swarming with people and chilly, different from the outside, with its warm and sticky weather. It's as if everyone was taking shelter from the high temperature, a funny sight.

He pushes the cart, you tagging beside him, while his eyes wander over the aisles, thinking of what is necessary to buy. 

Fruits and veggies, dairy and meat taken, he goes for the most essential thing: snacks.

As he has no self-control when it comes to them, you have to stop him multiple times from getting too many, but in the end he manages to sneak in some more—choosing the ones you like first and foremost, although you tried to tell him you wanted to eat healthier.

You are not allowed to pay, not with him right there. So, the fight being already lost in the beginning, you simply scoff and put the food in the cart while he whips out the card from his wallet with a grin.

—

Usually on your free days, the two of you like to volunteer at the animal shelter.

It’s not something everybody knows, but it’s kind of the continuation of a promise you’d made as children, when a stray kitten followed you home and the two of you took care of its needs, before grandma called the animal shelter a couple of days later.

You’d felt betrayed, back then. But as you grew up, you’d understood that you couldn’t have taken care of it back then, too young to even fend for yourselves.

But now, you have the opportunity to do so.

At the shelter, most animals loved Caleb. It came to the point of him being surrounded by kittens and puppies, with no way out as they all jumped at him in unison.

Except for one black cat, older than the rest, who for some reason stayed away from the chaos and instead, insisted on resting in your lap, purring as you streak his head gently.

“Aw come here, kitty,” says Caleb, nudging it lightly, but only gets a hiss in response, as it closes its eyes and goes back to rest.

He’s bummed, a small pout holding his lips hostage. You find him too adorable, and  even giggle a bit at his antics. 

It’s needless to say, the two of you get home exhausted. 

You wash up and head straight for bed, a long day of work awaiting you the next morning.

You are in your pajamas, comfortable, his strong arms pulling you to him, and ready to drift off to sleep—when catastrophe strikes.

“‘leb?”

“Yes, pips?”

“When did you say those tax return documents were overdue?”

He springs up, sitting upright and switching on the light. “Shit,” he lets out, as desperation paints his features while he wipes his face with one hand, sighing loudly.

So, that night none of you get an ounce of sleep, papers and documents sprawled on the floor as you try to make out anything of the situation, and fail miserably. It always ended up that way, no matter how many memos you put.

So let’s just say life with Caleb was chaotic: eventful, but never boring.

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[ninetailedruby]

Hi hi! I had a request for headcannons?

The thunderbolts reacting to a veteran reader like John but a different branch(maybe Air Force or Navy) and she gets a PSTD attack from her time as EOD of NFO (bomb tech or what goose was in Top Gun)

Hi hun I am so sorry this took so long I hope you enjoy! :)

Warnings: Google translate Russian, kinda romantic in Yelena's part with use of a nickname but otherwise can be read as platonic, depictions of PTSD and panic attacks.

Translation: "Moya lyubov" = "My love"

Yelena

The second she saw a flash of lightning she knew what was about to happen but there was nothing she could do before a loud crack of thunder shakes the entire tower. She's on her feet and on her way to your room immediately. When she gets there she doesn't bother knocking before entering and when she sees you slumped up against the wall with your hands covering your ears her heart breaks.

"Oh moya lyubov"

She walks over to kneel in front of you, her own hands reaching out to wipe away your tears and cradle your face. She spends the rest of the night with you, speaking softly and reminding you that everything is okay, telling you that you're safe now and that it's just the thunder.

Bob

In hindsight using party poppers for your birthday was probably a bad idea but he thought it would be fun, turns out he was very wrong. When the confetti sprung out and sprinkled onto the floor he expected to see a smile on your face so when he looked up to see your face blank, he panicked. When he asks what's wrong and you try to say nothing he doesn't let it slide, he knows you better than that.

"Is it the mess? I'll clean it up don't worry"

When you tell him no and explain that it's the sound that bothered you it takes him a second before it clicks for him. He apologies profusely after the fact and promises he didn't mean to upset you and that he'll be more careful in the future.

Ava

She felt absolutely horrible about scaring you so badly. She wasn't trying to scare you, well, she was but not to the point of you now having a panic attack. You were getting a late night snack in the kitchen and she thought it would be funny to phase and sneak up behind you but in hindsight she now knows that was a bad idea.

"What can I do?"

She isn't good at being soft or warm but she's trying her best; asking you if you need to talk about it or be left alone. She'll offer to distract or give you a hug. She isn't crazy about the latter but if that's what it takes to make you feel better she's sure going to try. When you ask for a hug she's stiff at first and the hard leather of her suit digs into your body a little but it's worth it.

Bucky

He's no stranger to triggers so when the fourth of July rolls around he already knew it would probably be a good idea to find a way for you to avoid having to hear the fireworks all night long. He lets you know that morning during breakfast that he made plans for the two of you to go somewhere you won't have to see or hear the fireworks. Up until this point he had kept it a surprise and was nervous to see your reaction but upon seeing the smile on your face he knows he made the right call.

"Get packed."

The two of you spend the morning and early afternoon driving until you get to a little cabin in the middle of nowhere. When you step out of the car there isn't the usual sounds of the city you're used to. It's silent sans for the occasional coo of birds and you couldn't be more grateful.

John

He was already prepared for when a situation like this inevitably came up since the two of you first bonded over sharing stories of being Veterans and how it affected each of you. The two of you were out doing what should've been a simple recon mission when a car muffler malfunctioned and set off what sounded like a gunshots. Your heart seizes in your chest and your ears ache, straining to listen to every sound around you. Your head feels like it's going to explode.

"Breathe. In and out, with me"

He pulls you towards him, holding your head against his chest and covering your other ear with his hand. It along with the steady beat of his heart help to drown out the sounds of the car. His chest rises and falls in even breaths and you can't help but match his breathing after a few long moments. In that moment you know that no matter what he has your back.

[snowstormarts]

Hi! Can you please write a headcanon for Teddy from date everything with a shy s/o b, like shy s/o doesn't have real friends except for Teddy the teddy bear as her imaginary friend. Please make it a platonic relationship as FRIENDSHIP PLEASE.

As someone who loves plushies (I have like 30+ in my room alone) the second I saw Teddy I knew I had to write for him someday, so now the time has come. Some Platonic Teddy & Reader headcanons coming right up! Sadly I never had an Imaginary friends so sorry if this isn't 100% correct ^^"

Likes & Reblogs are appreciated and my ask box is open for Requests, Promts & Asks

Best Friend Teddy the Teddy Bear

[Platonic!Teddy/Reader]

- You were always a shy kid, you preferred to be alone most of the time but there where times were even you wanted to socialize and make friends. So you would join in their games and talked with them, it all went well you guys had fun and would play during break times but they just never saw you as a friends. They didn't even invite you to their birthdays or grouped up with you, you were always left to the side until a teacher put you into a group who would smile and accept you but there also would always be one kid who was disappointment that you had to join their group

- It got to the point where even your parents noticed and decided to get you a teddy bear, you named him Teddy. He was and to this days still is your best friend who loves hot chocolate, tell stories/listen to story's [you would switch who tells a story that night] and was a master in the arts of fighting off monsters under your bed

- He would accompany you everywhere you went, be it to eat dinner ("don't forget to eat the veggies, I think mom said we can get extra if we do"), going outside on an adventure ("plan find a unicorn or dragon is ready to go my friend!") or even to school a few times. You kept him mostly in your bag during the school trips since you didn't want to get him dirty but after an incident with a boy in your class you decided Teddy was better safe at home ("schools too boring anyway, Teddy")

- Even as you got older you kept his stuffed self around, when you had trouble in school or your emotions were going crazy you would talk to him. He just got you and he was the perfect size to hold while you screamed into his fluffy belly or cried into his cuddly hold.

- During college you would have him sitting at your desk as encouragement, you could practically hear your imaginary friends cheers. After graduating and taking pictures you decided to get some more bows for him, even a few hats but the original bow looked the best still

- When you got the Dateviators you decided to awake Teddy first after Skylar had you run around the house. He was your first, real friend after all and you wanted to know more about him and once you awoke him he looked exactly as you thought he would look like. Big, soft, cuddly and with a smile that could warm even the coldest of hearts

- You two talked about your adventures when you were younger, playfully fighting about how he was the one who encouraged you to steal a cookie and how you were close to finding a Unicorn once, it's just that humans cant see them obviously. He also tells you how proud he is of you making it through college and starting to make new friends, even if it's only in your home right now [he will also tease you gently about crushed if you have any & if you have a partner he will give them the shovel talk, it's his duty as your bestie]

[strange-little-spy]

Bucky and a member of the team. They have been dodging the fact that they like each other and everyone else knows it too. Training exercises have some close calls and contact that almost make them fold. They get stuck in cramped quarters together on a mission and nearly break. It’s not until after a grueling and nearly fatal mission that they give in. A reading scene. Bucky finds her curled in the couch trying to distract herself from the mental strain and stress of it all. She can’t focus on the words, so he takes over and reads to her. Somehow the story echoes them and their feelings. One of them will finally decide to make it come to life. I’ll let you take it from there! Nothing like a little slow burn torture eh? 😊

*ccracks knuckles* ladies and gents. Put your hands at ten and two.

---

Even Bucky admitted it had been a hard week, not only with the storm coming through the city and wreaking havoc at the hospital with broken windows and the shooter downtown, nothing seemed to be going right.

It was jarring compared to the last few weeks, not that missions had gotten any worse but you had come on more missions with him. And suddenly it was if as if his whole world contained you and his overwhelming desire to make sure you were never to come to harm. He nearly killed the man who seriously bruised you during a riot you both had gotten caught up in.

You, on the other hand, well- lets say denial is a real thing. This isn't love, its just platonic work relationship, right? He did this to nearly everyone on the team-- saved their behinds, really protective...RIGHT?

Nope. It was something other than that platonic love you had for everyone on the team. You never felt your heart stop beating when Sam walked into the room.

---

It was late, a while since dinner was finished and everyone had gone to the common room for either a movie or place bets on Peter vs Sam in Super Mario Bros. The stakes went through the roof when Thor played.

But you had remained behind, curled up on the big couch with Legendary, the second book in a mysterious slow burn series you enjoyed. A hoodie covered your top with your bare legs tucked under a thin- but fluffy- blanket. The world didn't exist anymore, you were in the book's world and nothing was wrong anymore, at least for now.

"Oh- snap-"

You jumped a little when Bucky yelped behind you at the doorway. You turned around and saw him grinning even though you knew he was fighting annoyance with himself. "Sorry I didn't know you were in here...'

"Its okay," You offered a chipper smile before returning to your book.

"Hey," Buckyʼs grin vanished as he walked over and rested his mismatched forearms against the back of the couch. "What's wrong? You're usually in there yelling at Sam to stop cheating."

"Long week, you know?" You put a finger to mark your place. "I'm decompressing."

"Use your words, doll."

"I'm ignoring my problems until I have the mental and emotional energy to deal with them. Yeah, I know that sounds irresponsible. "

"No, no, I agree with you." Bucky nodded. "You don't take on the enemy outfit until you know you have reinforcements coming."

"Hey-' you looked up and met his eye. "Is it alright if you could stay here? I kinda want to yap."

"I though you'd never ask," his grin came back like a flash as he carefully sat next to you. He never flopped like Sam or Steve, always careful and gentle with you.

"Hefty book,' he gestured toward your book which was still open. "Whats it about?"

"I'm not really sure, the author does a very good job of blending fantasy with realism."

"Really?" He was looking at you again. Darn it...

"And its just fun to keep up with the love triangles."

"Oh, the drama." He smirked.

"Stop it." You playfully smacked his leg which was curiously close to yours. There was that warmth in your gut again. This was just puppy love-- relax-

"You would like it." You tried to turn your attention back to the book, even through his warmth flooding over to you. He just sat there, looking at you, just nodding here and there as you explained the first plot of the story.

"Can I read it to you?" He asked quietly, still maintaining distance.

"Of course," you smiled and handed him the book. "I was about halfway through but you can restart the chapter."

"I can't read unless something's under my arm." He said with perfect seriousness. Oh for heavens sake-

It didn't take long before you were snuggled up to him with a book between you two and him reading the words to you more than himself. He actually was doing a good job, even adding a touch of personality to the voices. He was absolutely destroying Legend's voice.

He stopped kind of abruptly when the chapter ended on a cliffhanger. "You were right, I do like this." He nodded and looked at you.

"Told ya." You said sleepily, quite comfortable in his arms.

"You got taste, doll."

There was that stare again...-

"You wanna do this again?' You offered, sitting up a little bit that your head rested on his shoulder. "I mean read a chapter or so every night.'

"Why not? I used to do with my little sister."

"Is that how you see me?" You asked, not malicious, simply curious.

"You're more than that, sweetheart." He rumbled, setting the book down.

"Yeah?" You were now grinning.

"Oh yeah."

A knife could have sailed through the tension and neither of you would have noticed.

"You know you make a heck of a distraction from a bad week."

"Huh." He smiled, suddenly at level with you. "Never really thought about that. I can distract some more if you want."

"Please-?"

Bingo.

Before you knew what to think, your lips had met, a slow-- careful-- kiss with no harm intended. He knew what he was doing. You could feel his cold metal hand reach to your jaw, his thumb brushing your hair aside. Even his real hand never traveled past your neck, carefully cradling your head and tunneling through your hair. He definitely knew what he was doing.

---

There was three hickeys on your neck the next morning.

-hope this met the expectations!-

[l0v3-qu4rtz]

Hi. Can you write stories where everyone thought Spencer was a Sub? But it turns out he's a Dom? And everyone else's reactions? What do they think, what are their reactions? About Spencer being a Dom?

Surprise

Summary: After seeing him take down the unsub, you wonder if he can take you down too.

Pairing: BAU!Reader x Spencer Reid

Disclaimers: Talks of a case, murder, victims, reader gets hurt, unsub taken down. SMUT 18+ MDNI. Masturbation (f), organism, dirty thoughts, just masturbation sorry guys😞

A/N: lmao, sorry this took so long but i just went through a massive change in my life so i had to take a break and in turn, took a while to finish this. Anyway MY FIRST REQUEST !! i love you smm💔 i hope i did your request justice 💔 sorry it's not the best 😞💔💔

I feel like after the team finds out the truth about Spencer Reid, they're definitely gonna treat him differently. Before they treated him as if he was fragile, especially all he goes through and all he's been through. He's always been treated like the younger brother, part because he is and part because the team still saw him as the young genius who came in wearing converse and fidgeting with his satchel strap.

And maybe that's also how you kinda saw him, even though you were new to the team, he never really struck you as the dom-pin-you-down-and-pull-your-hair kinda person. Even though you were now the youngest in the team, you always felt more dominant with Spencer. Always teasing him and poking fun at him and him just taking it. That was until, San Diego.

Serial cheater turned murderer, 4 dead women and 1 dead man. These kills seem almost unplanned, like an out of control escalation. They're messy and full of emotion. The unsub is losing control, the kills seem to be executed faster than the last and that's when he made a mistake; left behind an old phone of the victim. At all the other crime scenes, the unsub raided the house of the victims and took everything that may lead back to him. Garcia found old texts about meeting up to have sex behind the husband's back and those texts lead the team to the address of the killer.

The house seemed very upper middle class. It was built in a very nice neighborhood, built with light colored bricks on a yard that seemed taken care of almost everyday. The outside flowers and bird feeders are a stark contrast to the monster living inside. Spencer and you came to the address, not expecting him to be there after he learned the fbi was hot on his trail so that's why it came as a surprise to feel glass into your temple and see Spencer tackle him and pin him down.

Through the pain, you can't help but feel surprised by seeing Spencer take on such a dominant role in the takedown. You're leaning on the wall and Spencer comes up to you after the police take the unsub off his hands.

"hey, you okay ?" He asks softly in a way that makes your heart melt, he was always so caring in the most tense situation. You nod even though your blood soaked hand is enough to say otherwise, he wraps an arm around your waist and guides you outside the house to the medic. The neighbors looked out doors, windows and recorded the take down. Nosy neighbors are always the worst.

The team, who was filled in on what happened, are very surprised. Usually Spencer takes on the negotiating part, trying to talk the unsub to let go of a hostage or to put the gun away from his temple so this is definitely a huge change. Rossi was the first one to speak up with a pat on his shoulder and a small "good work, kid" before going back to the SUVs. While everyone else was impressed, there was something lingering for you as the medics patched the gash in your head. Between winces and "ows", there's a thought that creeps up in your mind that would definitely send HR to their graves.

Back at your hotel, you sit on the closed toilet as the water runs. Your work clothes discarded on the tile floor and your bloodied gauze in the trash. You're zoning out, thinking about earliers take down. You fidget with your fingers, popping them as you think about Spencer's hand pushing down on the unsubs upper back and how he held down his arms. You should probably step in the shower before all the hot water runs out. Sighing, you stand up and rid the rest of your clothes before stepping in. You wince as the water contacts your gash but also relax as the water undoes all the tension in your body.

As you soak your hair in the water, your mind goes back to the scene. How strong he looked in that moment and how unexpected it was from him. Heat was rising or was it from the shower ? That's what you tell yourself before your hand begins moving. Spencer pinning the unsub down, Spencer arms tensing, Spencer's veins popping out of his hands. You lean your head back onto the shower wall, leaning against it as you begin to rub your clit. You bite your lip to try to muffle any sound that may escape but you ultimately decide the water from the showerhead is enough to cover any small moans.

You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, the thickness a contrast with the thin and lightweight water. You really shouldn't be doing this, that's your coworker and friend but he looked so good in that exact moment. You imagine him pinning you down, holding your arms down, you imagine it was his fingers inside of you, thrusting into you and hitting the spots that make you feel like you're in heaven. You're getting faster and closer, his name spilling out of your lips as your other hand travels to your boobs and you grab one of them. You throw your head back and your back arches, your legs shake as you cum. Spencer is still in your thoughts, "that's right, cum all over my fingers". You ride your fingers through your climax, mewling and biting your lip. Did you really just masturbate to your coworker helping you in the field ? Yes, but somehow you're not mad at it.

Spencer noticed a change in the office and how his teammates treated him. Instead of shutting his nerdy ramblings off, they listened and looked at him with a sort of respect. They sent him out to more investigations and combat situations. Instead of brushing him off as the geeky agent, they treated him like a bad ass agent and maybe that was partly because of how Spencer began to carry himself now that he found that confidence. He also noticed another difference between you two.

He noticed the way you become flustered around him, the way you jumped at the opportunity to go on investigations with him. How you were the first to ask him what he thought on a case and how you offered to hang out with him on days off and after work. He wasn't complaining. For someone who wasn't too fond of change, this was a much appreciated change in behavior from everyone. His confidence sky rocketed. He could get used to this.

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Right Where You Left Me- OP81

Previous Part Next Part

Daisy's POV

Lando had texted her back almost immediately, telling her that he was free if she wanted to come over. She could almost hear the flirty tone to his voice as he'd suggested that she go to his place that evening, knew already that he'd read into it something that it wasn't. She should correct him, but she just didn't know how.

"You can do this." Josh told her firmly as she put her shoes on. "And remember, whatever you do, for the love of god do not have sex with that man."

"Thanks for that helpful advice." Daisy sighed, rolling her eyes.

It didn't take her too long to walk to Lando's place, and then she was stood in-front of his door with her stomach twisting nervously, heart hammering in her chest.

The opened the door, shirtless and with a lazy smile. "Hey." He grinned, stepping to one side to let her in. "Come in... do you want a drink?"

She froze in the doorway, eyes wide as she looked at him.

"Lando, I...." She stammered.

The confident smirk on his face faltered, just for a second. A look of realisation dawning on his face as it sunk in that he had perhaps misinterpreted the reason for her visit.

"This is because of what happened in Jeddah, isn't it?" He asked quietly. "I uh... I really am sorry that I left you there. I've never... I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking."

"It is but not... not in the way you think." She said slowly. "I uh... I got my heart broken a long time ago and I thought... I thought I was ready to move on, that we'd have a bit of fun and it was what I needed but... I'm not ready. I'm sorry."

Lando was quiet for a second, then he gave a nod of acknowledgment, running his fingers through his curls. "Well... if you change your mind?" He suggested with a cheeky wink.

She laughed, he was just so unserious, and all the tension melted away.

"Friends? Just... friends?" She offered. "That's all I can do. Friends with no benefits."

"Friends." He nodded. "You know who you should make friends with?"

She gave him a questioning look.

"Oscar. He's been hung up on some mysterious ex the entire time that I've known him, but it seems like he's moved on now... maybe he could teach you a thing or two."

She let out a nervous laugh, fidgeting awkwardly. "I don't... let's not do that."

He was quiet for a moment. "I really am sorry about what happened in Jeddah. It's... it's been a bit of a weird year for me."

"It's alright Lando, really." She reassured him. "It's just... bad timing for both of us."

"For the record, the benefits would've been incredible." He winked.

She laughed, shaking her head at him. "I'm sure they would've been buddy, but..."

Lando gave her a questioning look. "You're really, really hung up on that ex, huh?"

"We're so not having this conversation. We aren't those kind of friends, not yet." She shook her head. "I'm going to go, I'll see you in the paddock on Thursday."

"See you there." He nodded. "You're still my favourite reporter, even if you did break my heart." He clutched his chest dramatically.

"You're ridiculous." She laughed, heading back towards the door. "Bye, Lando."

"So, what does this mean?" Josh asked as the two of them sat on his sofa, glass of wine each in hand.

"I don't know." She admitted. "I know it was the right thing, if anything had happened with me and Lando it would've just been so messy but... I don't know, doesn't mean that me and Oscar are..."

"I know, but what do you want, Daisy?" Josh asked. "If it wasn't all so messy and complicated, if you weren't working with them and all that... what would you want?"

"I don't know." She sighed again. "He's... he's Oscar... Of course I still love him, but... I don't know... I don't want to get my heart broken again."

"Who says you're going to get your heart broken again?" Josh asked quietly. "Clearly there's still something going on between the two of you, or you wouldn't keep tripping and falling into his bed."

She nearly choked on her wine. "Or maybe I just really needed to get laid."

Josh laughed. "Well yeah, there is that as well. But there were a whole load of other options for that, and yet it's his bed you keep ending up in."

"Yeah, but he left me Josh... and I still don't know why."

"Well, I'm going to out on a limb here... really fucking crazy idea... why don't you ask him?" Josh asked sarcastically. "He's the only one that's actually going to be able to answer that question for you."

"What if I don't want to hear the answer?" She asked quietly. "What if he tells me the truth and it's even worse than what I've imagined for all of these years?"

"Or, what if he tells you he's regretted it all this time and it is everything you wished he'd said all those years ago?" Josh suggested. "Either way, I think you need to hear it. Whether it helps you move on, gives you some closure or just stops this whole messy causal sex thing the two of you have got going on... you need to do it."

"I'm scared." She admitted. "I've spent all this time trying to convince myself that I'm over him and I didn't need him in my life at all... and what, now I'm just going to let him back in again?"

"I don't know, I guess that's what you need to decide." Josh told her. "But either way, you need to get some answers from him before you do that."

Oscar's POV

Oscar had assumed he was going to get a quiet evening after all. Lando had texted to say that despite his earlier threat that he was coming back, he'd had a better offer and made other plans.

But as Oscar was sitting there with his feet up, staring at something mind numbing on the tv, the same telltale pounding on the door of his apartment that had interrupted his morning had started again.

"I thought you'd got better plans?" Oscar asked with a sigh, opening the door to let him in. They'd played this game enough times for Oscar to know that he wasn't going to go away.

"My plans fell through." Lando shrugged, kicking off his shoes and walking over to sit on Oscar's sofa. "She uh... I fucked up."

"What?" Oscar asked, returning to his original seat.

"Daisy... she uh... she texted and said she wanted to come over." Lando told him.

Oscar's hands tensed a little at Lando's mention of her name. He hadn't realised the two of them were still talking. "Oh?" He tried to sound interested, like he wanted to hear this.

"It's gotta be me leaving her in the club in Jeddah, hasn't it? That's why she doesn't want to talk to me anymore?" Lando asked. "Because she was so into it before."

Oscar looked at Lando, wondering how it was even a question that his teammate was asking.

"Yeah, mate." Oscar sighed. "Just in case you hadn't figured that part out, girls don't love it when you take them out for the night, forget you were with them and then leave them stranded."

"Wow, thanks for that mate." Lando rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Never would've figured that one out on my own."

"Well, you were stupid enough to do it so I wasn't sure." Oscar pointed out.

"I'm a fucking idiot." Lando agreed. "I really liked her, I do really like her... I bet the sex would've been really hot."

Oscar almost choked on air. Now there was something he absolutely never wanted to think about. Although the way that Lando had said it stuck in his memory.

"Wait... you mean you didn't sleep with her?" Oscar asked, in surprise.

Lando shook his head with a groan.

"But I saw her coming out of your hotel room that morning?" Oscar asked still confused.

"Yeah." Lando sighed miserably. "So close but yet so, so far...."

"You really are losing your touch." Oscar joked, the weight that had been sitting on his chest feeling like it had lifted at the confirmation that nothing had happened between Daisy and Lando.

"Speaking of which..." Lando turned to look at Oscar with a smirk. "Who is she?"

"Who's who?" Oscar asked, deciding to just plead ignorance. He knew from the look on Lando's face what his teammate was getting at.

"Oh come on, don't try and tell me you've had enough girls around here that you can't remember what I'm talking about." Lando rolled his eyes. "This morning when I interrupted you!"

"Oh, yeah... that..." Oscar shifted uncomfortably.

"So, who is she?" Lando demanded.

"No one you know." Oscar said quickly. "It's not... it's not a serious thing."

"Oh." Lando smirked. "You've got your own friends with benefits thing going on. Nicely done, Osc."

Lando reached out like he was going to high five him, Oscar just staring at his teammates outstretched hand until Lando let it fall back in his lap.

"You're really not going to tell me who she is?" Lando asked curiously.

"No, you're right I'm not." Oscar told him.

"You're no fun." Lando rolled his eyes.

"Well, feel free to go and find someone more fun to spend your evening with." Oscar suggested. "I'm quite happy here on my own."

"Cheers, mate." Lando huffed. "She's coming over again isn't she? That's why you want me gone."

"No." Oscar shook his head. "I want you gone because you're annoying."

"Nah, you love me. Best teammate you've ever had." Lando laughed.

"You're the only teammate I've ever had."

Oscar pointed out. "It's hardly an incredible endorsement."

"Well, as your favourite teammate I think you should tell me who she is." Lando tried again. "You've been hung up on that ex of yours forever, she must've done something pretty special if you're now moving on."

"How many times do I need to tell you it's not like that, it's not... just no." Oscar shook his head.

Lando looked at him for a second, then laughed. "I can't believe you've got a secret fuck buddy... you really don't seem the type. It's always the quiet ones, eh?"

"Jesus Christ." Oscar muttered, shaking his head. "Why do you think I never tell you anything?"

"You were honestly never going to tell me?" Lando asked curiously.

"No, I really wasn't." Oscar admitted. "If you didn't keep showing up uninvited like this then you never would've known."

"And where would be the fun in that?" Lando laughed. "Seriously though, I'm happy you're finally getting over what's her name."

"Thanks." Oscar mumbled awkwardly.

"Told Daisy she should ask your advice, that you'd finally moved on." Lando joked. "She reckons she's still too hung up on her ex to have fun with me so... maybe you can give her some tips."

"You told her... you told her I was still hung up on my ex?" Oscar asked in disbelief.

"Yeah." Lando shrugged. "Don't try and deny it c you've been hung up on her literally the entire time that I have known you."

"I..." Oscar protested weakly. "I cannot believe you've gone and told her that. For fucks sake, Lando."

Lando laughed quietly. "What's the big deal? It's the truth."

"Yeah, but..." he trailed off, his mind spinning as she realised Lando had basically just told Daisy he was still in love with her before Oscar had the chance himself. "Fucking hell."

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[mostly-imagines]

Careless Accidents

jason todd x fem!reader

aka you get hurt and jason’s pissed

warnings: reader’s wrist is accidentally sprained from being grabbed too hard

You could hear scuttling from somewhere else in the garden, an estate more than sizable enough than the game afoot.

You were under the distinct impression though that the bats and birds are playing with you similar to how they would a child. Slower, weaker, and less experienced than the big kids. You weren't complaining though. Because, frankly, it was stressful. They tend to operate more like they’re in a warzone than a game, you felt like you were about to be sniped out at any second.

Rightfully so, apparently, seeing how silently Stephanie had crept up on you.

“Hey,” Stephanie hissed, ignoring the way you jumped. “We’re doing alright for ourselves,” she said smugly. 

“Yeah,” you’d nodded, like you agreed with her more than you probably did. 

“Okay listen, I think the flag—” what flag? “—is by the fountain so, I think because there’s three of us and two of them, we should bait-and-switch.”

“We’re on teams?” you asked, no longer completely sure you know what you’re playing. 

“We are now!” she smiled, starting to run. “I’ll bait!”

She stopped briefly in her tracks and turned back to you hissing, “Don’t trust Cass,” before scurrying away.

Rather than sit around and wait there for…something?...to happen, you jumped up darting in the opposite direction with little to no indication whether this is a good move.

What you didn’t see is Cass rapidly approaching from your rear. 

What you also didn’t see was Dick crouched down in a row of shrubbery, which gave him the perfect opportunity to snatch your arm up and yank you down with him. You’d mewled a bit as your wrist made contact harshly with the grass, immediately buckling under you.

Cass was keen to your pain immediately, slowing her sprint to a stroll as she observed you.

“Are you okay?” she signs.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” 

The response was instinctual and you didn’t actually have time to register whether or not you were okay by the time you gave it. 

You pushed up on your elbows, trying to figure out whether Dick is even on your team, but the way the others approached had you halting consideration. They’re savvy to the situation at a speed in which you can only attribute to their vigilantism, looking at you with concern. 

“You good?” Tim asked, approaching languidly.

“That looked like it hurt,” Cass commented, crouching down next to you to see your wrist better.

Dick shook his head, “No, she’s okay.” He turned to you, prodding, “You’re okay.”

“Yeah, I’m, um…” you winced, looking at your wrist. “It hurts a little.”

Cass examined it closely, tilting it gently to the side. “It might be sprained.”

Dick paled. 

“No.”

Tim pointed a thumb back towards the manor, “We can get it wrapped upstairs.”

“No.”

You were only then able to clock the barely contained grin on Stephanie’s face, begging to break.  

“Ooooh. He’s gonna kill you.”

Cass had then kindly offered to take you inside and wrap it up for you, which you accepted, unexpecting of the plus-one of Dick trailing behind you like a guilty puppy all the while.

“You know I didn’t mean to grab you that hard right? I—” 

Cass laughs quietly as she wraps the bandage around your wrist, amused by Dick’s now-third explanation/apology for the incident. 

“I know, Dick,” you say, trying to appease him. 

“I’m sorry,” he tells you genuinely, but you can tell there’s more there that he isn’t verbalizing.

You nod, “I know, Dick. It’s okay. It was just an accident.”

Cass pins the wrapping in place securely and with a smile, signs to you that she’s all done. 

You rotate your arm a bit, testing your movement under the wrap. As Cass leaves with the first aid kit, Dick remains sat at your side, leg thumping up and down.

He takes a deep breath, “What if…what if you avoid him until it heals?”

“Dick.”

He takes your uninjured hand in his with urgency in his eyes, 

He looks down at your jointed hands before loosening his already mild grip significantly.

“Are you going to tell him?” he asks, looking like he’s bracing for bad news.

You shake your head sympathetically, “No. I can’t guarantee you that he won’t find out, but I won’t tell him.”

Dick takes a deep breath, looking at the ground with intense focus. “Okay. Okay.” He stands, “I need to go.”

You watch in amused bewilderment as he staggers out the door, looking around frantically. 

Within the next few minutes, he creates and enacts his plan A. He walks into the living room, sitting down next to a very disinterested Tim, eyes forward and serious.

“I’ll give you two grand right now if you tell him it was you.”

Tim barks out, “Absolutely not.” He looks at his brother, still laughing. “No fucking way.”

Dick breaks the serious facade immediately, looking at him. “Five.”

A deadpan from Tim. 

“You don’t have five thousand dollars.”

Dick throws his head back, back thudding against the couch. “Dude, please! He’ll kill me!”

Tim scoffs, “He’d kill me!”

Dick huffs, “No, it’s different for me! Do you have any idea how many times he told me not to do that?” 

“Well then it sounds like you fucked up,” Tim sneers.

“Oh my God.”

He takes off again, combing through different rooms in the house with hope of finding a quick but effective hiding place for, say, the next twenty years?

He bursts through the study, unwittingly interrupting Bruce and Alfred having a discussion over tea.

The latter sits up with a tense brow, “Master Dick?”

The former turns around in his seat, “What’s the matter?”

Dick struggles for a second before confessing, “I accidentally sprained someone's wrist.” 

Bruce scans his face slowly, nodding. “Alright…you’ll have to take responsibility for their patrol duties—”

Dick cuts him off with a sharp breath, “Said person doesn’t have any patrol duties to be affected...”

Bruce processes for a moment before shaking his head.

“I can’t help you.”

Dick’s panic takes over again, prompting him to continue his scurry through the room, towards the other door.

Alfred interrupts his process with a very logical argument, “You don’t think running away will make this worse, Master Dick?”

“I—I don’t know!” Dick whines, stopping in his tracks. “I don’t know what to do!”

Bruce purses his lips, gesturing, “Dick, when you make a mistake…you have to submit to the consequences, you know that.”

Dick gapes, “This is not a normal consequence!”

Meanwhile, you’ve busied yourself with fiddling with the knick knacks and mementos lining the shelves of Jason’s childhood bedroom. 

You’re admiring a picture of him and Alfred from when he was young as the door creaks open behind you. 

“Sweetheart?” Your boyfriend calls out, head barely poked in through the crack.

“Hey, Jay,” you smile, setting the picture frame back on the shelf.

He enters fully, covered in motor oil and grease, and smiles his sweet, easy smile when he sees you. 

Moving onto the next trinket on the shelf, you pick up a stuffed animal placed intentionally at the front. Your gaze finds the mirror, watching his reflection as he pulls the stained shirt off his back. 

You smile to yourself, noticing the way his back muscles flex as he adjusts. “How’s the bike?”

“Better than it was this morning,” he sighs. “Where’ve you been?”

He turns around to look at you, taking easy steps towards you. 

You return the toy elephant to its place, moving to face him. “Uh, we were outside, playing…at least three separate games at once.”

The second you’re in proximity, your hands join like it’s second nature. 

He nods, all too familiar with the family’s unique methods of gamefair.

“Did th—” He looks down at your intertwined hands, brow furrowing as soon as he spots the bandage wrapped around your wrist. “What happened?”

You glance down, shrugging. “Overexerted myself playing tag.”

He looks at you skeptically, but says nothing about it.

He turns your hand over gently, asking, “Is it sprained?”

You nod, relaxed. “Yeah. Cass said it’s mild.”

“Does it still hurt?”

“No,” you say, sweeping his hair back with your other hand. “Barely hurt then.”

He nods, but he doesn’t look satisfied with the conversation.

Regardless, he turns away again, shuffling through a drawer for a clean shirt. 

“You, uh, you wanna stay for dinner tonight?” he asks, pulling his arms through, his head following. 

“Yeah,” you say gaily. “Alfred said he’s making his ‘special spaghetti’, apparently it’s a household favorite?”

He wavers, halfway to between decisions. “Yeah…”

He huffs quietly, turning back to face you fully. “Can I see it?”

You nod, happy to ease his mind. 

You start to unwrap the bandaging, him doing half the work for you. The work is done silently until your wrist is exposed, revealing your bruised skin.

You both see it at the same time—the hand-shaped bruise wrapped around your wrist.

You’re both quiet for a second—him putting pieces together and you waiting for the shoe to drop.

He takes off suddenly, clearly having come to a likely very accurate conclusion about what had happened.

“Fucking idiot—”

You try for his hand but he’s out of reach before you can grab it.

“I’ll be right back,” he grumbles behind him.

“Jason—” you sigh, “At least help me wrap it back up first.”

He hesitates, halfway to the door, ultimately returning to you in defeat. He takes your forearm gently, scanning it over again before beginning to wrap it.

You watch his face closely, noting the clear vexation. “It was just an accident,” you tell him. 

He scoffs, “It better have been.”

You drop your shoulders and lull your head to the side. “Jason. I’m not made of glass, you can’t expect other people to act like it.”

“I don’t. I expect him to mind his own strength, and if he can’t do that, he needs to keep his fucking hands to himself.”

You sigh, “Just don’t do anything harsh. Please. I think he’s worried you’re gonna punch him.”

“He should be,” he says shortly. He finishes off the wrapping, pinning it in place firmly. 

You grab onto his forearm before he can pull away, “You’re not going to. Right?”

He doesn’t answer so you try to make his gaze meet yours, “Right?”

His eyes roll, “Yeah, fine.”

You smile, holding his face. “I love you.”

He huffs as though he’s inconvenienced, but confesses the obvious truth nonetheless. “I love you.”

He looks you in the eye, face serious. “You promise me it doesn’t hurt?”

“I promise,” you nod, brushing your fingers against his palm.

“Dick!”

The angry voice bellows through the tall halls of the manor, heavy footsteps thudding.

He stomps into the living room, Tim, Cass, and Stephanie watching the entryway with wide eyes. 

“Where is he?”

Unwitting shoulders shrug and heads shake. Truthfully, at that. Dick, smartly, did not tell anyone where he was hiding. 

Jason scans the trios faces, looking for any sign of apprehension.

He clocks the grin shamelessly plastered across his sister's face quickly. “Stephanie?”

“I don’t know,” she says honestly. “But let me know when you find him, I wanna see—”

But Jason’s moving onto the next room before she can get the last words out.

He enters the dining room, looking right to left before finding his target, halfway to stuffing himself behind the fine china cabinet in the corner.

There’s a brief, tense moment in between where the pair realize what they’re seeing and when Dick sets off in a sprint towards the kitchen, Jason quick on his tail. 

“Really? Really?” Jason shouts. 

“It was an accident! It was a fucking—” 

He narrowly dodges a swipe from Jason, then ducking before a ladle could make contact with his head.

“Are you stupid? Are you the dumbest motherf—”

Dick rounds the kitchen island as fast as possible, Jason testing him on the other side.

Dick takes a breath, “Dude, it’s fine now, it’s not that big of a—”

Jason recoils, “‘It’s not a big deal’? Come here. Let me sprain your wrist, asshole!”

He circles the counter quicker than the elder boy can think to move away and lunges at him. 

Dick throws his hands up in front of him, “Wait, wait, wait! Truce! Truce! Truce?”

Jason drops his shoulders, leveling his older brother with a look. “You can’t call a truce if you’re the only one who did anything wrong.”

“I…” It doesn’t take him long to piece together that his defense makes no sense, so he resorts to his last option. 

“Please?” Dick asks, nothing short of imploring. 

Jason relents—slightly—upon hearing his brother's tone, but still finds it in him to shove him, though not nearly as hard as he’d been planning to. 

“I told you a hundred fucking times not to grab her so hard—” 

Dick nods heavily, waving a hand. “I know, I know—”

“Clearly you fucking don’t!” Jason shouts. He huffs, running a hand over his face. “You sprained her wrist. You’ve been doing this vigilante shit for fifteen years, how do you still not fucking know how to control your own strength?”

Dick grimaces, “I do! I do, I just screwed up, I’m sorry!”

“Don’t—” Jason narrowly holds back a scowl, “Did you apologize to her?”

 “Yeah, of course I did!”

For a split second, Jason looks ready to keep arguing before purposefully dropping the anger from his body. 

The resulting relief almost drowns Dick.

It only lasts a moment though, before Jason looks at him again, sneering, “Idiot,” before pushing him once more. 

“Jason.”

Your voice has Jason dropping all turbulence in an instant. He and Dick both whip their heads towards the door, equally unexpecting of the interruption. 

You tilt your head at your boyfriend with a knowing but disappointed stare.

He looks back at you like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, lips parted.

“I didn’t hit him.”

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(previous part)

it's been a week since you've spoken to arranged!gojo, and he feels like he's about to start going crazy.

you don't speak during your meals, not even when he addresses you in a question. sometimes you spare him a glance, but he'd still rather see your icy glare than see nothing at all.

and he knows he fucked up. he knows that you seeing him alone with anya was perhaps the worst possible place you could��ve caught him, but he's been almost begging you to listen to him, to hear his side. but every time he goes to explain you leave abruptly, leaving him alone, feeling the looks of pity from those around the two of you.

and you know you're being petty. after all, the two of you are only bound by words, nothing else. if anything, the two of you were just becoming friends, so this shouldn't hurt you as much as it does.

but you hear the whispers of the ladies, hear of their secret proposals of how gojo would surely bed them if they just asked. how miserable he must be trapped with you, how this marriage is ruining his life. and you know anya, know about her history with him. before you were his wife you were the higher echelon wallflower, listening to all the gossip, observing from afar.

you've gathered some ideas in your head as to why he might want to speak with you. perhaps he wants to gently break the news that he's found a mistress, one that he actually loves. or that maybe he's already had one and now you know why he's been so secretive.

so the more he tries to talk to you, the more you pull away. you don't know why he cares so much, why this even matters to him. if anything, you feel like he should be content with your silence.

but he's not, and gojo grows more restless by the hour.

he decides he can't live like this anymore. tonight he's going to make you listen to him, even if you want nothing to do with him.

you're holed up in your room, talking with alina as she dabs lavender oil on your neck before you go to sleep. you know she knows about your silence with gojo, but ever friend, she does nothing to bring it up.

well, she wouldn't have to if he didn't come knocking feverishly at your door.

you watch in your mirror as she peeks her head out, her gasp of surprise causing a sinking pit to form in your stomach. you can hear how she scrambles with the titles of my lord, how she explains that you're nearly about to go to sleep.

it's late, the only light is the flickering of the candles on your nightstand. he should be asleep by now.

gods, you wonder for the millionth time this week, why does he care so much?

alina finishes up, closing the door slightly as she turns to you, her eyes finding yours in the mirror.

"i'm sorry my lady," she bows her head almost apologetically, "but my lord wants to talk to you. he's requested me to leave...if you'll excuse me," she bows, quickly leaving, not giving you any time to actually excuse her. you know she can't stay any longer, but you do wish she put up more of a fight. you watch her skirt bustle away, the door being left slightly ajar.

you try to act nonchalant, continuing to dab the oil onto your wrists as you look down, even when you hear the door click shut, even when you can feel his presence several feet behind you.

you sigh through your nose, heat rising to your cheeks.

"what?" you bite out, your own voice shocking you. you want to get this over with, not too desperate to hear about how he's ready to take on a mistress and shun you away.

you can hear him take in a deep breath, your eyes briefly looking up in the mirror to catch his, the same ones that make your knees weak, and avert your gaze.

"you haven't spoken to me in over a week," he says after a beat of silence.

you shrug indifferently, despite the fact that he could probably ask you the specific amount of hours it's been since the two of you had talked and you'd give an accurate number.

"i've been busy," you murmur, taking your earrings off as you place them gently in the little glass bowl to the side.

he doesn't say anything about your blatant lie, just nods slowly, as if he understands.

"i missed hearing you talk," gojo tells you quietly, almost as if his voice had been stuck in his throat, and you wonder if any man before him had ever tried to sweet talk his wife before he told her about his new mistress.

you don't say anything, still refusing to look at him as you stand up from your seat, turning off one of the candles near you as you smooth out some of the wrinkles of your nightgown.

"is this what you really want to tell me gojo?" you say bluntly, looking to the side momentarily, getting a longer look at his bulky figure, how he tries to make himself seem smaller, "that you miss my stupid jokes and dull stories?"

"they're not stupid," he quickly cuts in, his voice a little stronger, brows furrowed, "and i like your stories."

you roll your eyes, moving around the bed, to the side where he's not, and fluff your pillows. you've never found this useful, but it gives you something to do with your hands other than fidgeting with them.

truth be told, you're reflecting. you're scared of what it is he has to say, and so you try to appear stronger, and less caring, despite the fact that it's tearing you apart.

you try not to feel self-conscious of the fact that this is his first time ever seeing your room, or the fact that it's so bland. you didn't come to this estate with many things, and so you've tried to spruce up the space as much as you can, but aside from the few flowers and paintings on the wall, you fear it looks bland compared to everything else he's seen.

"and no," gojo adds, running a hand through his already tousled white hair as his arms crossed over his chest, and you finally allow yourself to stare at him, "that's not all i wanted to say."

he paused for a second.

"i don't know why i followed her out, or why i even stayed to hear her speak, but she kept saying these things about..." he trails off, gnawing on his lips as your eyes narrow slightly.

"me?" you finish for him, and his eyes dart to yours.

gojo nods a little bit, arms bulging a little bit as if remembering what she had said.

"i'm used to people staring at me, i lived with it my entire life. but with you, people..." he struggles to find words, "people stare longer. and i don't know why."

you raise a brow.

"do you want me to explain?" you say and he looks at you briefly, almost in a brazen way.

he shakes his head as if he had steered off track.

"that's beside the point. what i wanted to tell you is that she...she was saying some nonsense and i was about to leave until she offered for me to stay at the hostelry she was at." his blue eyes are wavering, his finger itching to get closer to you. this stupid bed is in the middle of you two and he wishes it were gone.

your breathing hitches a little bit, and you hope he doesn't see the sad tilt on your lips.

"so i banished her. or, well, i guess you saw her and then i banished her, but i would've done it regardless," he explains hurriedly, "look, i'm sorry...really sorry. if you want me to-"

"you banished her?" you cut him off, voice raised slightly in confusion.

his mouth gapes open for a second, and then blinks slowly, nodding.

"of...course," he tilts his head, his gorgeous head, slightly "you know that i am married, right? to you? she was offering to-"

"i thought you were going to tell me that you slept with her. o-or i don't know! that you were going to make her your mistress or something!" you spew out, your voice raised as you pace around the floor, moving a little bit closer to him as his eyes widen.

"why would you ever think that?" gojo says in a panicked tone, nothing like the man who commanded the northern army, but more like somebody who was watching his world burn in front of him.

"why?" you exclaim, shocked, "why? are you daft? every single woman wants to sleep with you! every single time we host those dinners, o-or we go to those parties, they look at you and they look at me and they pity you. i hear the whispers of the ladies, how they wouldn't mind being the other woman."

gojo hears the way your voice wavers, how your lips tremble, and the way you try not to let your bottom lip quiver. he sees the way you try to stay strong, to keep your image unbridled, but right now he feels like he's watching you break and he doesn't know what to do.

"so? what makes you think i'd do anything with them?" gojo argues, his voice raised a little bit, not in shouting, but in genuine disbelief.

you take a moment to step back and observe his behavior, and a nagging voice in your head tells you that he's telling you the truth. that he's concerned and worried, that maybe all he came to tell you tonight was an apology.

but that can't be correct.

so you sigh, your arms crossed over your chest protectively.

"i...i don't know," you murmur, "you sleep in another wing, you're always away. i thought...maybe..." you can't meet his eyes, fidgeting with the ring on your finger.

gojo takes a step forward, lips parted, cheeks rosy and flushed.

the two of you don't say anything for a minute, his chest heaving up and down. you feel like there's a weight both removed and added onto your shoulder.

"why didn't you say anything?" he whispers, "did you think...did you think i was...?" he can't finish the sentence, the words themselves too gruesome.

he doesn't say anything as he takes another tentative step closer.

you watch him, your eyes mirroring one another.

"i made a vow to you," his voice is heavy, traveling across the spanning stone walls, going deep into your bones, "and even if you prefer me to be your friend, i'll keep to that vow till the day i die."

your eyes gloss over, lips trembling.

you don't say anything, taking a couple steps forward as you smash against his chest, face crumpling against the stone wall of his torso as you hug him tightly, hoping that he can't feel the tears that seep through his nightshirt.

never in your life has somebody made a promise to you. and never in your life has somebody kept to that promise.

"thank you," you murmur, your voice muffled as his arms wrap around your body, steady and strong.

"and anyways, i'd prefer to be married to you than those miserable women any day," he mumbles into your hair and you laugh wetly, squeezing your arms tighter.

"really?" you say, tears blurring your vision.

"really," he hums, not able to say anything because he fears what you'd say if he told you that he'd rather be your husband and your friend. but he'd keep that inside, respecting your wishes.

if only he knew you wished the same.

[chuluoyi]

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

- sylus x reader

you and your lover are hailed and feared, but who would have guessed that behind closed doors, both of you are just that — lovers?

genre/warnings: very suggestive, making out, fluff, comfort, period cramps, assassin!reader (not l&ds mc), loosely based on sylus' secret times: midnight warmth & exclusive care!

note: very self-indulgent bye pls don't look at me :') this fic is a companion to assassin!reader series (strictly (un)professional and jealousy incarnate)

“Who’s ther— lord! Missus! What happened to you!?”

On a rainy night, you staggered into the base, drenched and covered with dirt. Your steps were unsteady as you made your way through the front door, and the first person to see you, Luke, was so shocked by the sight that he rushed to your side.

“Kieran! Call Boss!” he shouted to his twin, who immediately sprinted off to find him, steadying you. “Are you injured?”

“No,” you hissed, wincing as you clutched your abdomen. “Let go, I’m fine—” But before you could finish, you missed a step and—

—fell into Luke's arms.

In that very instant, Luke genuinely feared for his life. He squeaked and stammered, incoherent sounds escaping him, because oh lord— if Boss sees me ever touching his woman—

“What are you doing?”

And there came his nightmare. Sylus’ deep voice cut through like a blade, marking the arrival of doomsday itself.

“B-Boss! It isn’t what it looks like!” Luke quivered, desperately trying to explain himself.

However, Sylus paid him no mind and exhaled sharply, immediately moving over to pull you out of Luke’s grasp. “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted, pulling away from him while staggering. “I’m not wounded or anything. Just... I just need a bath, please.”

Sylus eyed you from top to bottom. You had just been out for a reconnaissance, and yet you looked as though you had been through a tornado and back. Disheveled, your dress was smeared with mud and dirt, and even grime clung to your hair.

“Did you fall into a sewer or something?” he questioned, and he knew he had hit a nerve when you shot him a glare.

But you spared him no answer, walking away with labored breaths and a hand pressed against your lower belly. It was clear you were in pain, and the sight tugged at him as he followed you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern growing. “What hurts?”

“You don’t have to fuss over me—” your breath hitched, feeling exhausted, and ashamed all at once. “Just my period, nothing much,” you murmured in a quieter voice so the twins wouldn’t hear.

As you reached the stairs to the second floor, you felt like collapsing. Did you really have to climb these stairs, too?

As if reading your mind, Sylus let out a sigh, but you nearly squealed when he lifted you into his arms.

“You’ll get dirty!” you rebuked, even as he took large strides up the stairs. “Sylus!”

“Just hold onto me.” He shot you a pointed look. “You can’t even walk without gasping for air, and you still want to climb the stairs? You’ll end up rolling and breaking your back.”

Despite your protests, your lover immediately brought you to his bathroom and sat you down on the sink. He turned the hot water on and then faced you.

“So? What did you get yourself into?” he asked, his red eyes narrowing in dissatisfaction. “You were fine, and you didn’t face anyone.”

You pressed your eyes shut, leaning against the wall, resigned to explain. “Fell into mud. Totally idiotic, I know, but my cramps started right before, so…”

“I don’t recall you experiencing this before. What brought this on?”

You met his gaze indignantly, retorting, “Well, a certain someone banged me so hard last night, and I got my period right after.”

It was quite unexpected, but still answered his concern. So, to that, Sylus snorted and tousled your hair, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “Ah, sorry, I guess?”

You pursed your lips, aware of how unapologetic he was. He smirked and added, “Now that I’m dirty too... I suppose we’ll have to take a bath together.”

“Are you mad? Do you want to get covered in my blood?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “Why not—”

“No,” you retorted firmly, clearly irked. “You take the bath after me, and that’s final.”

. . .

“Put your arm around my neck,” Sylus commanded when you both emerged from the bath and already dressed in silk bathrobes. You complied, and he swiftly lifted you into a princess carry, bringing you to the bed.

Despite yourself, your heart fluttered at his action. He set you down gently, and the moment your back met the soft surface, you relished it and let out an involuntary moan. “Ahh...”

Your voice was soft and sultry, though tinged with a hint of pain. Sylus placed his hand gently on your face. “Your cheeks are warm,” he noted. “And you still look pale.”

"Mmm," you mumbled, suddenly the total fatigue catching up to you as you leaned into his touch. Seeing you so pliant like this seemed to flip a switch inside him, and he immediately settled next to you and placed his huge hand on your lower belly, pressing down on it.

“What are you doing?” you frowned.

“I’m giving you a massage,” he replied. “Stop squirming. I’m trying to pamper you here.”

“You don’t have to…”

“My woman is in enough pain that she doesn’t talk back to me. It’s feels off.”

“...actually, you suck. You’re too rough.”

Taking your whine into account, he adjusted his touch, softening his pressure. "How is it? Better?"

You didn’t immediately reply, indulging in the warm sensation, letting out a sigh as you squeezed your eyes shut. “Mm... Yeah, it feels good now. Don’t stop…”

There was something quietly erotic about watching you, usually so defiant, surrender to his touch like this. Sylus felt a deep, protective satisfaction as he continued his gentle ministrations—

But after a while...

Before he could stop himself, he leaned in, pulling you closer as he buried his face in your shoulder, inhaling deeply, savoring the scent of the bath foam you had just shared. “Mmm…”

You were caught off-guard and shivered at his breath tickling your skin, eyes fluttering open. “Sylus…” you murmured, a mix of protest and surprise in your voice.

But he didn’t pull away, his lips lingering against your skin, his gaze fixed on your bare neck, whispering, “Just relax. I’ve got you.”

Then, when he suddenly nibbled on your neck, you jolted awake. The gentle bite on your sensitive skin sent another shiver down your spine, stirring a mix of warmth that made your pulse race.

But he didn't stop there, as Sylus trailed your neck with a series of kisses and wet sucks, his breath hot against your skin. Soon, the only sounds filling the room were his quiet sighs and the soft noises of his lips as he continued to bite and pepper kisses on your skin, over and over.

“Ngh…” Each touch left you almost breathless, and the heat between you growing with every passing moment, making your toes curl and you moan softly by his ear.

“Hold me,” he gruffly whispered, and as if bewitched, you clung to his shoulders. He let out a husky chuckle. “Not too hard, or you won't be able to sleep later.”

“And whose fault would that be?” you quipped, entangling your legs with his, savoring the warmth of his body against yours.

“I’ve spoiled you rotten, haven’t I... sweetie?” he murmured amidst kisses, his tone laced with intrigue and his burgundy eyes flashing with a glint. “Just let me have my fill for a while.”

If you had a mirror, you’d see the hickeys forming on your neck, but instead of fighting him, you pulled him closer, letting out breathy moans freely and massaging his scalp as if urging him to go further.

“Naughty vixen—you are,” Sylus rasped deliciously in your ear, thick with desire and restraint as his grip on you tightened. “Tempting me, knowing full well I can’t do anything to you…”

A low giggle slipped from your lips. “Unfortunately… I learn from the best.”

Hard to get, snarky, taunting... You were the bane of his existence, and yet Sylus wouldn't have it another way. Your defiance and teasing only deepened his affection, making every challenge you presented feel like an irresistible part of what drew him to you.

He knew when his patience was on the verge of snapping, so to end it, he sucked hard on your shoulder one last time, making sure to leave another mark there. The squelching sound reverberated through both of you, before he pulled away and planted a firm kiss on your forehead, a gesture of both dominance and fondness for you.

“Now sleep,” he grounded out. “Your body has been through enough.”

“Mngh...” you whined, curling into him in contentment, your head nestled against his toned chest where you could feel his strong, steady heartbeat. “Really unfair...”

“You're going to feel better soon...” he sighed, one hand soothing your back and the other resting on your waist. “And as soon as you do...”

A wicked grin curved his lips.

“I'll pick up where I left off.”