#and it makes me a devilish level of feral

[ballpitwitch]

Keanu Reeves The ARCH Origin Story

[wholoveseggs]

HIYA GORGEOUS!! I absolutely adore all that you write and here I am once again to request something (tbh I’ll always be here to request things 🤭). So I’d like to request…

y/n (aka me) is Elijah's best friend but she's never met Klaus, only heard about him. one day she surprises Eli for his birthday so she walks in the compound, not knowing that Klaus is there too. she and Elijah exchange hellos then talk for a bit and before they can leave (Elijah is subtly trying to rush her out), Klaus hears her voice and comes downstairs. I'll leave the details to you but she and Klaus instantly hit it off so much so that it makes Elijah jealous (he's always had a thing for y/n but never said anything be he's afraid of losing their friendship). again, leaving the details to you. can we make it a 2-parter? 1 is jealousy/angst w/ implied smut between y/n and Klaus & 2 is Elijah confessing to y/n his feelings which lead to their first time sex and possible future relationship.

Sorry love if this is too much, it's okay if you're not up for it though! Thanks for even indulging me! 🤍

Mine

THIS SCENE MAKES ME GO FERAL

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Part One

A drunken hookup with Klaus complicates your friendship with Elijah, leading to an awkward morning after.

♡♡ Thanks for the request sweet Aurora!! This one was a blast to write. But implied smut with Klaus??? Nahhh. No half-measures here. This is for all my Klaus girlies. You can't fix him, but you sure can fuck him. ♡♡

5k words - Warnings: smutttt {with Klaus}, rough sex, mild choking, Klaus being the drama, Elijah hiding his feelings & Rebekah judging you.

{Part Two}

You came rushing through the gates of the compound, carrying so many shopping bags that you could barely see. Your arms felt on fire, but a little strain was worth it all when you remembered who you were doing this for.

Tonight was Elijah's big birthday bash, put together by you and Rebekah, and you wanted everything to be perfect. Elijah had become one of your closest friends, and this celebration was your chance to show him how much he meant to you.

"Eli, I have so much stuff for the party. Where should I put it all?" you ask once you got far enough into the house.

Elijah emerged from the grand living room and came into the foyer to help you. He had an odd look on his face, but you couldn't really pinpoint it exactly. He took the bags from your arms and carried them himself.

"Don't look in them! I want it to be a surprise!" You said, putting your hands over his eyes and guiding him towards the table.

Elijah chuckled, "Fine, Fine. Are you sure all of this is necessary?"

"Absolutely." you said, uncovering his eyes. "You only turn 1040 once," you joked, causing the pair of you to laugh.

It was over-the-top as shit, but a girl had to take any opportunity to give a Mikaelson a birthday they would remember, and then some.

Elijah's smile faltered a bit as he looked around the courtyard nervously. "Will you be returning home to get ready for tonight?" He asked, trying not to sound hopeful.

"I'm actually getting ready here with Bekah, why? Have a hot date you are hiding from me?" You teased, unaware of the way Elijah's body stilled at your words.

"Oh no darling, no date, just a brother he wants to hide," said an accented voice from the second level balcony.

Elijah let out a rough sigh as you turned to see Klaus stepping down the stairs towards you both.

You had heard of the legendary hybrid of course, but since you met Elijah you had yet to run into him. In fact, this was the first time you had seen Klaus in person and were unaware of the true look of him. Which made you almost go weak in the knees.

He was hot, like 'fuck me right now hot' and it took everything in you not to drool. It didn't surprise you, all the other Mikaelsons were extremely attractive, so it only stood to reason their infamous hybrid brother would be also.

You could tell by the look on his face he found you just as attractive, and with a devilish smirk, he seemed to say ‘I will fuck you right now if that's what you wish’

"Hello love, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he drawled before bringing your hand up and kissing it softly.

You wanted to hate him. Klaus had been notorious for so long for his tantrums and viciousness. But one look and just a touch from his lips and you knew you were doomed.

"T-Thanks," you said, pulling your hand back.

Klaus tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and ran a thumb across your cheek.

"Are you blushing for me? Can't say I blame you, love," he said cockily.

Elijah rolled his eyes at his younger brother's antics, but as Klaus lingered on your skin he felt a stir of possessiveness settle in his bones. He cleared his throat, shooting his brother a glare,

"I would love some help setting up the party for your brother," you asked Klaus, hoping to spend more time with him, his charm quite intriguing.

"It's alright, I can help you," Elijah insisted, not wanting Klaus to interact with you for a multitude of reasons.

"It's supposed to be a surprise for you Eli,” you pouted, which caused Elijah to soften at your cuteness.

"I've got it handled, Eli," Klaus teased, emphasizing the nickname you used for him.

Elijah looked between the two of you, clearly wanting to decline your request and keep you both apart. But alas, for some reason, he couldn't come up with a legitimate reason.

Klaus grabbed your bags and walked off, you began to follow, turning back to give Elijah a wide smile. "See you tonight, birthday boy," you exclaimed happily before hurrying off after the younger Mikaelson.

You spent all afternoon decorating with Klaus, who insisted you call him Nik. He was somewhat sweet but full of himself. Yet, you enjoyed his company, he had a good eye for décor and matched your vision effortlessly.

"Have I accomplished my mission?" he asked. He brought a champagne bottle up, pouring two glasses and giving you one.

You leaned against the pillar with him and clinked your drinks together. "I'd say so, yes. Thank you so much for helping me."

"It was no trouble at all," Klaus said, then smirked at you over his glass. "You are quite stunning, love."

You grinned at his comment, "you should see me after I get all dressed up for tonight," you flirted, even though it sounded more like a challenge to him.

Klaus downed his drink then placed it on the table. Without warning, he pinned you to the pillar and trapped you against him. "Oh I plan on doing more than looking tonight," he said as his hungry eyes traveled over your body.

"I see you two have finally met, how wonderful," Rebekah commented, disrupting the moment.

You laughed nervously, glad for the interruption, gently pushing Klaus off of you. As much as you wanted to jump Klaus then and there, something held you back. And you knew what, or rather, who was keeping you from acting on your desires...

"We were just having some champagne," you tell her, taking another drink.

"I see that, the decorations look amazing by the way," she complimented as she poured herself a glass as well. "Catering has arrived, they are setting everything up downstairs," she informed you, letting you know you should probably get ready.

"I'll go get dressed then. Thank you again, Nik." You smiled at him again, and he grinned in response.

"I think I'm owed a dance for my hard work," he told you as you walked away with Rebekah.

You looked over your shoulder at him and gave him a wink, excited for the party to begin.

Once you were upstairs and away from Klaus, Rebekah spoke quietly to you. "Be careful with him, he's not like Elijah," she warned you.

"No one is like Elijah," you chuckled a bit, ignoring the pang of sadness you felt at the realization you would probably never be with the older Mikaelson.

The two of you spent your time getting ready, sipping on champagne and discussing the numerous guests who would be arriving. You got a little too buzzed, but you were excited and also needed some courage to face an unknown quantity of vampires.

Rebekah always had impeccable taste, helping you pick out a skin tight dress that came a few inches above your knees and accentuated every curve on your body. Adding even more with the tall black heels you slipped on, showing off your legs.

"I'm afraid I might have gone too far," Rebekah chuckled as she applied your makeup, making you look smolderingly hot.

"You think?" You asked sarcastically.

"You look like vampire bait and I'm sure it's going to drive him mad," she snorted, taking another drink.

"Who?" You looked at yourself in the mirror and fixed a smudge of lipstick.

Rebekah gave you a knowing look, but stayed quiet and you just smiled back at her innocently.

When everything was ready and all the guests started arriving, you and Rebekah made a grand entrance into the main parlor. Elijah was talking with someone when his eyes caught you across the room, you wandered over to him and gave him a big hug.

"Happy birthday," you whispered in his ear, as his arms pulled you tighter to him.

"Thank you so much," he said, pulling back just enough to smile at you, his face growing even brighter when he really looked at you.

You noticed the way his eyes traced your figure, taking you all in. The way they darkened a bit with pure desire, making you instantly become hot all over. But it was probably just your imagination, brought on by all the champagne you've been drinking.

You almost made a move right then, but the person he was conversing with interrupted and you found yourself drawn away by Bekah and her friends. Leaving Elijah to watch you from afar as you conversed with them, laughing and drinking.

Hours later, you were still in the middle of the large group of people, even dancing to the music that was blaring through the place. You saw Elijah dancing with a beautiful woman and you wanted to be happy for him, but then the woman whispered in his ear and touched his chest, and your mood immediately soured.

You went to the bar to get a drink, deciding more alcohol might be what you needed to wash away all your confused feelings.

"Thirsty, love?" Asked a familiar voice in your ear as your body was pulled back to collide with a strong chest. You could smell the scent of Klaus's cologne and instantly felt turned on.

"Very," you said, downing your entire shot.

He spun you around to look into your eyes, both of his hands on your waist, drinking in your appearance.

"You didn't have to do all this for me," Klaus teased, his eyes on your chest as he licked his lips. "I'm a sure thing, darling, you know that,"

You couldn't help but laugh. He may have been a lot of things, but he was definitely entertaining. You shook your head, but smiled all the same.

"I only ever dress up for myself, Nik," you sassed back to him, looking up through your lashes.

A slow smirk came to Klaus's face as he leaned in and captured your lips in his. He hummed into the kiss and his grip tightened on you. He pulled away, your lipstick was still on his lips.

You giggled and wiped it off, as he ordered you another drink. Not that you really wanted one but damn, he was good at persuading people.

"I recall that you owe me a dance," he reminded you, taking a sip of his own beverage.

"Oh?" You said innocently, fiddling with the many necklaces he was wearing. "I don't remember agreeing to anything," you flirted.

"Well, perhaps a private dance then," he teased, giving you a mischievous smile.

"Maybe I'll surprise you later," you whispered, leaning in and sucking his bottom lip into your mouth and playfully biting it, loving the look of surprise and arousal on his face.

Then you turned and sauntered away, leaving him standing there at the bar to watch you. You were definitely going to end up in his bed tonight, but you wanted to make him squirm a little. Or rather, a lot.

You moved through the crowd to see Elijah and the woman dancing close, whispering things to each other. Well, actually, only she was talking. He seemed like he wasn't paying too much attention to the conversation she was having with him.

You gave him a wave and a smile, pointing at the woman and giving him an encouraging thumbs up. You don't know why you did it. Your chest did funny things seeing him with someone else though.

He returned your smile but didn't do much else before she spoke in his ear again and he allowed her to lead him out of the crowd.

You guessed Elijah was tired of his own party and went off to have some fun, and you were determined to have the same.

Klaus found you sitting on the couch, a cocktail and a plate of various snacks in front of you. You were thoroughly bored as you couldn't find him again.

He came from behind and crashed beside you, taking the glass out of your hand and finishing it, then set it aside.

"Hey! That was mine," you scolded playfully.

Klaus put his arm around you and kissed your neck. "How about you stop pretending you're enjoying yourself and come upstairs with me?" He suggested.

You laughed, and then he abruptly pulled you up and practically carried you through the door leading upstairs, pinning you to the wall at the top of the steps.

"Nik," you tried to say while laughing. "You can't just haul me off and have your way with me," you protested as his lips got closer to yours.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he taunted, bringing his lips to yours in a rough kiss.

You felt like you couldn't breathe, everything moving so fast. Klaus didn't even give you a chance to respond, lifting you so your legs wrapped around him.

He walked into a room and shut the door, setting you down on his desk. You realized that you were in his infamous art studio, looking around as Klaus hovered over you. You felt his lips on your neck, kissing every inch until you moaned.

Then he found the tiny zipper of your dress and slid it down, exposing your breasts. He smirked, reaching to tweak your nipple as he took you in. "Well then, love. Now I truly see why my brother has hidden you from me," he said huskily.

You giggled at his compliment but then you couldn't form words as he yanked the rest of your dress off you. You sat on the desk naked, save for your heels and nothing else.

"Dear lord, you are gorgeous," Klaus muttered, touching you everywhere.

You pulled him close by his shirt collar and locked lips. You bit his bottom lip harshly and he growled, his eyes flashing gold. The way his eyes changed on you was the hottest thing you've seen.

You pulled his shirt off him, tossing it to the floor before unbuckling his belt, wanting him as naked as you were. Once you had him bare, you raked your nails down his chest and he chuckled.

"You want to play rough, don’t you love?" He whispered as he nipped at your neck.

"Maybe," you teased, "what are you going to do about it?" You questioned, leaning back on the desk a little and spreading your legs for him, getting wet at the promise of a wild night.

Klaus's breath hitched when you touched yourself for him, his eyes completely transfixed on you. He was definitely intrigued by how confident you were.

"Well then," he growled before he roughly pinned your legs open, his hands squeezing your thighs harshly. He brought your body to the edge of the desk, kneeling in front of you as he ran a thumb over your dripping wet center.

He hummed at your scent as he pulled you forward a bit more to devour you, making you yelp in surprise, your hands tugging on his curls.

He was good, really good, and your toes curled at the pleasure you were receiving. It only got better when you saw his golden eyes as he gazed at you with a possessive glint, the vibrations from his own groans of enjoyment hitting you just right.

But before you could climax he pulled back and stood up, making you whimper and sit up on the desk, wanting him to continue.

Klaus chuckled at your impatience, pulling you into another searing kiss as you moaned. He broke it and gave you a smug smile, before wrapping his hand around your throat.

You were panting with need, your hand moving down to his cock and he hissed at your touch. He moved forward so he was resting between your thighs again as you stroked him slowly.

You both stayed this way for a moment, staring at each other. Until finally Klaus couldn't stand it any longer and roughly turned you around to face the desk. He pushed on your back until you were bent over on the wood, making you giggle with anticipation.

He smacked your ass hard, turning your giggle into a gasp as you looked back at him. He did it again and again until it was stinging. You wanted him so badly, it was unbearable.

You reached back for him and he lined up his cock to your entrance, sliding it up and down a few times until you were nearly shaking. He finally gave in and pushed into you, his hand tugging your hair until you arched into him, and he sank into the hilt.

He hissed at the sensation and you were about to tell him to move but he started fucking you without you needing to, hard and rough and perfect. He had you moaning with each thrust as you grabbed onto the desk, holding on tight as his body collided with yours, skin slapping as you got closer to climaxing.

It was hot and a little dirty, just what you had needed. Your moans only spurred him on as his hands explored your body while he took you from behind. The force of his thrusts causing items on his desk to clatter to the floor, but you both were far too gone to care.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you back into him, making you stand so his other hand could roam your front. He moved up to massage your breast while pinching and tugging on your nipple until you moaned. He was clearly determined to make you come first and was going to enjoy doing it.

"Nik!" you whined his name when he pinched you a bit too harshly. You felt his lips on your neck, his fangs grazing the skin as he left hickeys.

You tilted your head for him and he smirked, licking your pulse point and gently nibbling. His thrusting becoming erratic as his hand slipped to your clit to rub fast circles until your legs started trembling and you let out a scream as your orgasm crashed into you.

He hummed in approval and thrust into you a few more times before you felt him filling you up with his cum, and you giggled from the sensation. He released you from his grasp and you leaned back down on the desk, turning around to face him.

You both were sweaty and exhausted but extremely satisfied. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, placing soft kisses all over your face as you giggled again, trying to move away from him.

He grabbed your dress and handed it to you before slipping on his pants, leaving his shirt off. He gave you a soft kiss on the lips and then turned away, starting to pick up the fallen objects from his desk and placing them in their correct places.

You watched him in a daze, your body tingling as you pulled your dress back on.

"So, love, my room is right next door, if you care to continue our celebration?" He said with a smug smirk, giving you a wink.

You giggled again and nodded, knowing it was probably the alcohol giving you your confidence, but you were going to ride the wave (and him) until the end. 

Klaus woke to find you peacefully asleep in his bed. He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on your forehead as you stirred slightly.

It was quite a night.

He took his time to admire your body and then your beautiful face. The way your eyelashes brushed your cheekbones as you slept, and your lips were parted slightly.

He got out of bed and got dressed, heading downstairs to find some blood and coffee. Elijah was in the kitchen reading his morning paper and looking every bit as dignified as always.

Klaus poured himself some coffee and started drinking it. He glanced around and saw there was no one else there but his brother, and he was smirking before he even opened his mouth.

"How was your night, Elijah?" He asked teasingly.

Elijah took his time to respond. He folded his paper up, placing it beside him as he eyed his younger brother suspiciously, he always had an innate sense to when Klaus was up to something.

"Quite fine. Why do you ask?"

Klaus's smirk grew bigger. He didn't say anything else and went about making himself something to eat. He felt Elijah's eyes boring into him the whole time, knowing that he wanted an answer but Klaus wouldn't give it to him just yet. He just loved torturing his big brother, even after a thousand years it was still highly entertaining.

"Your friend is an excellent host," Klaus started off with, his back turned as he chopped some fruit to put into a smoothie. He could almost hear the wheels turning in Elijah's mind as he tried to figure out where Klaus was going with this. "You really should have introduced me to her sooner."

Elijah sighed heavily. Klaus glanced behind him, and he had an annoyed expression on his face. He wasn't getting anything from Elijah so he turned to face him, his smirk returning.

"I showed her how much I appreciated her hard work last night. Several times actually, in my studio, a few times in my bed and then in the shower," he added as his smirk got wider and his tone became suggestive. "I dare say I've never been ridden so spectacularly before in all my years,"

Elijah abruptly stood, opening his mouth to say something, but that's when Klaus turned on the blender. Looking at Elijah apologetically and holding a finger to his ear and shrugging his shoulders.

"What's the matter brother?" he shouted over the blender. "You look a bit upset. You know it's not very healthy to bottle up all of your feelings,"

He stopped the blender and poured himself a glass, then another for Elijah as he handed it to him. Elijah just glared at him and poured the smoothie down the drain, setting the glass in the sink.

"That's rather rude, Elijah," he scolded teasingly. "I made that just for you,"

"Have you no shame, Niklaus?" He asked harshly, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Noooo, shame is for boring people," he taunted. "Why are you so upset? Aren't you happy for your friend? I can assure you that she enjoyed herself immensely,”

Elijah snapped. He couldn't take anymore. He walked over and grabbed Klaus by the shirt collar, and shoved him against the wall roughly, holding him in place.

"You know how I feel about her and yet you slept with her anyway," Elijah seethed.

Klaus raised his eyebrow. "If you want her, then you should of taken her yourself," he snapped, his eyes flashing gold in challenge. "It's your loss anyway," he added, shoving him back and adjusting his collar, then smoothing out his shirt.

Elijah was livid. He knew it was just Klaus's way of being obnoxious, but that didn't make it any easier to handle.

"I can't get the vision of her tits bouncing in my face out of my mind, Elijah," Klaus taunted him again. "Perhaps if you're lucky, you'll get to experience it for yourself," he said, brushing past his brother and walking away with a laugh.

You woke in Klaus' bed with a terrible hangover and an empty spot beside you. You sat up, your head spinning a bit as the memories of the night before came flooding back.

Oh God, you slept with Elijah's brother.

You covered your face in embarrassment. You got drunk, got laid and it was with the worst person you possibly could of picked.

Elijah was going to kill you. He's been protecting you from his brother and here you go, having sex with him in his bed. You could imagine how disappointed he was in you right now.

You quickly got dressed and made your way downstairs, needing some coffee and possibly a few pain pills to try and take the edge off your headache.

Klaus was walking away from the kitchen, a devious smirk on his face. When he saw you, his grin got even bigger, but he said nothing, just gave you a wink.

You turned red in embarrassment and dashed into the kitchen, finding Elijah sipping his morning coffee while reading his paper. He looked up when he saw you enter and then he folded the paper and placed it on the island.

"Morning," he started off in a professional tone. You hated how he sounded.

You grabbed a mug and poured the liquid into it. Elijah was silent as he waited for you to face him, and once you had taken a few sips, he was standing in front of you.

He pushed your hair off your neck and a flash of Klaus' mouth sucking and nibbling on you last night, appeared in your mind. You were definitely covered in marks and hickeys.

"I see you had fun," Elijah muttered, and you saw him look over your appearance, the slight smudged make-up, messy hair and rumpled dress from last night.

He wasn't usually one to judge someone else's life choices, but this was his brother and you. It seemed more personal.

You blushed and pushed your hair back over your shoulder, so his eyes would stop staring at your neck. You needed a cold shower or something, the entire night was still feeling extremely vivid.

"Look Elijah, I'm so sorry, he just caught me at the right moment and I got a little drunk and..." you trailed off, taking a drink of coffee to calm your nerves. You really didn't have any good excuse to give him.

"It's alright, you can be with whoever you choose," Elijah stated in a collected tone.

You frowned and saw him adjusting his cuff-links. A sure sign he was upset. He always did that when he was angry or hiding what he was truly feeling.

"It was just a one time thing," you added, but you felt like he wasn't listening to you anymore.

Elijah was acting strange. Sure he could be an enigma sometimes, but this was different. He looked determined but a little annoyed, and you weren't quite sure how to read the situation. You decided to steer the conversation away from Klaus and what had happened between you two.

"How was your night?" You finally thought to ask. "I saw you leave with a woman, you looked like you were having fun," you said it teasingly, hoping it would lighten up the mood.

But now it was his turn to blush.

"Fine, really. It was fine," he muttered, fixing the already perfect knot in his tie. Now that was definitely something. Elijah rarely ever got tongue tied. "We kissed and I walked her home," he added, his lips pressing together in a firm line.

"That's all? You didn't...well, you know?" You questioned hesitantly.

"One night stands aren't my forte," he replied, giving you a soft smile. "When I take a woman to bed, I make her mine," his words were possessive and he hadn't taken his eyes off you.

The two of you weren't the kind of friends who discussed your sex life with each other. So when he said this, your cheeks turned hot and your imagination went wild. The idea of him holding you down and having his wicked way with you was something you were definitely interested in.

You both were staring at each other, the tension growing by the second. Then you looked away, you couldn't possibly fuck another Mikaelson in the same twelve hour period. Besides, Elijah meant far more to you than Klaus ever could. Sex with him would probably lead you somewhere complicated, and you didn't want to ruin what you had right now.

The situation was way too weird.

"Do you want to hang out tomorrow?" You decided to ask, breaking the silence and steering the conversation away from sex. You just wanted to spend some time with him. "Maybe come up to my place? I don't work the next two days," you added, hopeful he would agree to spend time with you, even though he always did, but this time you felt more nervous about it.

It would help things get back to normal, as normal as they could be after what happened with Klaus.

"Sure, Klaus and Rebekah won't be home tomorrow if you would like to come over here instead?" He suggested, your eyes meeting his again.

He had such an intense way of staring into your eyes, that it almost felt like he was looking into your soul.

"Well, it's your birthday so whatever you would like to do," you stated, giving him a sweet smile.

Your phone buzzed, breaking the moment. You grabbed it from your purse and opened the new text from Klaus: 

- I'm available if you ever need something to ride again.

You quickly put down your phone, forgetting you had given him your number. You decided you were going to ignore it. There was no way you were going there again.

Elijah looked curious but didn't press.

"I better go home," you said, finishing your coffee and putting it in the sink.

"See you tomorrow," he replied, stepping closer and giving you gentle kiss on the cheek.

You said bye to him and walked out of the kitchen to the courtyard where Rebekah and Klaus were arguing. They both looked over at you, their argument stopping when they noticed you.

"Hello darling," Klaus greeted, his eyes raking over you. Flashes of your evening together running through your mind, and you quickly looked away from him.

Rebekah looked between the two of you and you could see her trying to figure it out, her eyes widening as she stared at you. You quickly hurried out of the compound before either of them could say another word.

{Part Two}

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[hannibalruinedme]

Okay, so, Mads Mikkelsen.

Things I love about him, a list. (Not in order)

-His cheekbones

-His teeth. His front two bunny teeth and his FANGS OFC.

-His. eyes. The depth of his eyes has mesmerised me in a spiritual level. Only Mads could pull of the Hannibal stare. There's a reason why he's the best Hannibal Lecter. He is. To me. I don't make the rules.

-His delicious delicious lips. Work of art that needs to be studied.

-His innocent innocent smile and the way his skin wrinkles up around his eyes when he smiles :"")

-His wrinkles in general. The beautiful way he aged.

-His devilish smirk. The smirk that makes me go feral.

-The way he bites his bottom lip and how it makes me wanna eat cement.

-His hands. His veins and his thick fingers. (Yk what I'm thinking. Yes. Slut)

-His hairy tits

-His entire being

-His legendary head tilt with a slight smirk. I call it hannibal lecter signature head tilt. It makes me want to bang my head against a wall

-The way he loves his wife

-HIS SILLY GOOFY PERSONALITY

-His husky voice

-The way he talks

-His whole vibe

-The way he drinks anything. That shit gets me all worked up.

-His. Fucking. Jawline.

-His monster 🍆

-His nose scrunch awww

-HIS MICRO EXPRESSIONS AND HOW INSANELY TALENTED HE IS.

-HIS BODY.

-His legs that goes on for miles

-His booty ofc.

-The way he ENJOYS the fact that women are SO FERAL about him. He knows and he's entertained by it

-The way he was SO about to kiss the fuck out of Hugh Dancy. He's just like us.

-His skin

-His soft SOFT hair. His longish hairstyle

-Foxy Mads

-Kitty Mads

-BABYGIRL MADS

-Most importantly, DADDY Mads.

-His age.

Bottom line: (first tag)

[divinegrey]

ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄᴇ ᴊᴏᴄᴋᴇʏ / ᴊɪɴx x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

this is my first time writing anything spicy for jinx so just a reminder she's nineteen in arcane according to the timeline and the writers!!

prompt: Can you do a Jinx x reader where Silco walks in to them doing some not so innocent things? Thanks!

words: 1400

warnings: explicit 18+ content, minors dni

“There you are!” Jinx’s arms wrap around your shoulders. You immediately raise your hands to touch her, glancing over your shoulder to find your girlfriend looking at you with nothing but pure mischief twinkling in her powder blue eyes. You spin around on the bar chair, lazily draping your arm around her waist. 

“Hi, sweets,” you say. “Why do you look like you just got your hands on dangerous bombs?” 

“I didn’t! Butttttt—” Jinx drags out the end of the word, grabbing your hand as she starts to slink away. While tugging you off the chair, Jinx continues, “I’ve got plans! Come on!” 

You sprint up with her up the stairs to the secondary level of the Last Drop. Your feet thunder along the floorboards, following the waving blue braids decorated with the classic brassy bands. You don’t realize it until you arrive, but Jinx pulls through the door to Silco’s office. 

“Jinx, what are you—?” The words die in your throat as Jinx closes the door. She pulls the lock down on it, and the devilish grin on her face doesn’t go unnoticed. She comes over to you once more, dragging you along to behind Silco’s desk. After plopping into his heavy, velvet lined chair, Jinx all but pulls you into her lap. It happens so fast you have to put your hands on her shoulders to prevent slamming your face into the wood. You peer down. “What is this?” 

“What, don’t tell me it’s suddenly illegal to have my girlfriend in my lap?” Jinx teases her nails over your shirt, biting down on her bottom lip as she shifts closer to your face. 

Brushing her bang to the side, you cup her face. “This is your father’s office.” 

“And?” With a sudden burst of strength, Jinx lifts you off the chair and puts you on the desk, moving her hands down your legs until they’re locked around her hips. “He’s got some stupid meetings at the Chem-baron Tower, he’ll be gone all day, toots. C’mon, don’t you wanna have some fun?”

You can’t say you’re not tempted by the idea. But shit, this is Silco’s Office. You get caught making out with Jinx in here, you’re as good as dead. Sure, Silco tolerates you because you’re Jinx’s girlfriend, but you’re disposable. But you know Jinx, she wouldn’t lie to you about this if she was serious. 

Fuck it. It’s been a while since you’ve had a good makeout session. 

Pulling Jinx by her braids, you slide your mouth onto hers. Jinx reciprocates, sliding her hands up your shirt to coast over the skin of your back. She tastes so very much like the sweetmilk she has every single morning, and the sugary sweet flavor sends you into a sugar rush. Or, realistically, that’s your body responding to the exhilarating presence of your girlfriend. Likely that. 

You grin into Jinx’s mouth when she pulls your hips to the edge of the desk, her hands working your belt off with ease. 

“You’re in a mood,” you mutter against Jinx’s mouth, sliding your hand around her neck and rocking your hips against her. 

“Can you blame me?” Jinx is all feral and smiling, biting down on your lip. “Having a girlfriend as hot as you, looking so damn nice all the time. Makes me wanna eat you alive, toots.” 

“So why don’t you?” You reply, cocksure in your words despite your hesitance just moments ago. What can you say? Jinx has the ability to change your mind quite easily, and you place your hand on her head, slowly pushing her down. Jinx drops back down into the chair, rolling it closer to the desk. 

“Don’t mind if I do then, sweetheart,” Jinx says, yanking your pants down your legs. You can hardly get a word out before Jinx is licking her tongue over your underwear, looking like she’s got the devil in her eyes. 

“Oh, fuck,” you hiss, and Jinx laughs against you. She looks pleased at the sight of the wet spot in your underwear, looping her fingers to pull it aside. The cold air causes your breath to rush out of your lungs, your core slick and sticky. With your hand still tangled in Jinx’s hair, you push her where you need her the most. 

The moan that comes from your mouth is broken and whiny, and you feel Jinx smile against you. You shut her up by smushing her closer, getting more of that mind-bending pleasure she seems to be so damn good at. Jinx is good with her hands, that much is true, but she’s a goddamn god with her mouth. 

“Ji— fuck, baby, that feels so good—” You can’t hold back the various whimpers and groans that slip past your mouth. You’re struggling to hold yourself up to begin with, keeping one hand firmly locked on Jinx’s head and the other behind you, supporting your weight against the wood. When Jinx runs her tongue up your folds, you keen forward, holding her head with both of your hands, pressing her as tight as you can to your body. 

You don’t give a fuck if she needs air. If she needs to tap out that badly, she will. 

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me come,” you hiss when Jinx runs her tongue particularly roughly over your clit. She knows how to make you fall apart in all the best ways, using her abundance of energy to focus all in on you. Jinx repeats the same motion, curling her tongue against you until you’re all but forced to start grinding against her face. The chair creaks and she plants her boots onto the wood. 

The desk shifts, and you swear you hear something fall off, but you’re too far gone in your pleasure to care. Jinx with her tongue on you is all you could ever ask for at this current moment in time, so really, who gives a fucking shit about anything else?

“Close, aren’t ya, toots?” Jinx murmurs, the vibrations of her voice causing your hips to twitch uncontrollably. Jinx hooks her hands around your thighs, forcing you to stay still against the wood. “Don’t you go doing that, darlin, or else I won’t be able to get you off.” 

“You’re so hot,” you murmur, taking a sharp inhale to fill your lungs. Jinx purrs into your leg, biting your thigh before returning her tongue to your core, licking and suckling ravenously.  The peak crests, your orgasm within reach. Your legs are quivering around Jinx’s ears and she flexes her arms, forcing your thighs tighter around her head to get exactly what she wants. 

Who doesn’t like being a little smothered?

“Right there, right there— oh, fuck!” 

You fall back against the desk, spine going flat against the wood. One hand shoots up to your mouth to muffle the all-too-loud moans slips from your lips. Jinx works you through the orgasm, pleasure bursting behind your eyes like white fireworks. It spreads from your stomach to your chest, to your feet and to your hands in tingles. 

Jinx devours every bit of you that spills out onto her tongue, looking beyond delirious, like she just took a pull of Shimmer Smoke and it’s just now hit her bloodstream. A full body shudder goes down your spine and you grip helplessly at the edge of the desk behind you, needing something to hold onto while one of the best orgasms of your life hits you with aftershocks. 

Click. 

“Procure the Shimmer required to complete the shipment, I want it done—” 

You shoot up immediately, looking over your shoulder with wide eyes, holding onto Jinx. She pulls you off the desk, tugging your pants up in one smooth move. 

At the door, Silco stands. 

“Jinx,” he says slowly, as if trying to wrap his head around the sight of Jinx’s disheveled hair and the red flush across your face. Behind him, Sevika lets out a groan, rolling her eyes but nonetheless looking away. “You have five seconds to get your little girlfriend out of my office.” 

You’re dead. You’re so, so dead. You fix a glare onto her, and she gives you a sheepish grin. 

Jinx shrugs her shoulders. “Oops?” 

~~~~~ A/N: F in the chat for reader she's totally dead

[elromoro]

Streamer AU!

Featuring: Childe and Itto

Description: a collection of moments with you and your closest gaming companion. Some of them detailing hidden feelings.

Warnings: a whole bunch of fluff.

Author note: my ask box is open!

Childe:

Tartaglia has a variety of games that he usually plays on stream, although most of them are first person shooters, he still plays the classics like Minecraft and super smash bro’s and many more.

One thing that everyone knows, is that Childe usually plays alongside his closest “comrade”, (at least that’s what he calls you on stream) most if not all the time. There are only a handful of streams where Childe hasn’t played with you, every time that happens, he never fails to mention you at least once every 10 minutes. This spiked a meme challenge of “taking a shot every time Childe talks about (username)”. Which no one should partake in if they want to keep their brain functioning correctly.

His fans love to bash him in chat when he gets flustered by you. There is one clip in specific that gets passed around a lot, one where Tuecer had accidentally crashed his stream. He’d opened the door to Childes room, and in his innocence asked “are you still playing with your girlfriend?” Childe suddenly regretted turning on his face cam that stream. He had turned beat red, as he stammered out a nervous and flustered “shes- shes not my girlfriend Tuecer”. Your devilish cackling in the background only made him more embarrassed. The disappointed “oh.” That Tuecer let out, either from the fact that he wasn��t done streaming, or that you were in fact not his girlfriend, he didn’t know. His chat was going absolutely feral over the new Childe x (username) content.

One thing that Childe loves to do, is watch your solo streams. He often gets caught by his fans whenever he pops in briefly, either to make a donation, or to simply watch you. There’s video compilations of Childe getting caught watching your streams while he himself is streaming, or simply because he has free time. His fans can usually tell when he’s checking into your streams because he lets out the most whipped sigh to ever exist. There are a few clips of him with his face cam on when he checks in to one of your streams, people have made the screenshots that they took a meme along the lines of “get you a man that looks at you the way Childe looks at (Username).” It’s a shot of Childe with the softest look on his face, one that’s obviously filled with admiration and love. A shot that gets completely bashed by his fans when they donate to him. Whenever they use the picture, the always say something like; “simp level 10000”, Childe always says a monotone “thank you for the dono (random_username)”.

Although it seems that watching each other’s streams is something you both enjoy, as you have been known to also pop into his streams as well. Except, your much more public about it. Childe had been streaming for About an hour, when a donation popped up on his screen. It read, “how are you doing today pretty boy?” And right underneath it was your username. The shy love sick smile that stretched its way across his face was adorable, but nothing is sacred to his chat, as that quickly became another imagine that was memed.

Something that you can always use to melt Childe when you stream with him, is to use his irl name. There are a multitude of times that you used this to your advantage to get materials from him. Trust me, one simple “Ajax please-“ and he’s putty in your hands. There are some clips that float around of him completely losing it when you use his name. His reaction is either muting himself and abusing his table, or covering his face with one of his hands. Or both. There’s an actual hashtag that’s just #stopChildesdeskabuse.

Childe often try’s his best to flirt with you in small ways, either by putting his Minecraft bed next to yours or straight up using a cheesy pick up line. Childe is definitely the kind of guy to use the “are you from Tennessee? Cause your the only ten I see” line. His fans often make fun of him for his lousy flirting skills. They have nicknamed him “the king of cheese” and “cheese head”.

All in all, Ajax is completely whipped for you. Please just give him a chance before his chat starts writing more fanfics.

Itto:

Itto definitely plays Minecraft, genshin impact and first person shooters. He says that he’s “the best around” when it comes to games like these, but you end up carrying him to the point that it’s laughable.

Itto has a larger group of friends, although it’s very noticeable that his favorite “streaming buddy” as he calls it, is you. You never fail to be in almost every single stream or video that he’s made. His fans have done massive amounts of digging into his channel and have only found 5 videos that you weren’t in. five only. Whenever his fans watch these videos, they can’t help but feel bad for the Oni, as itto is clearly bummed that you weren’t playing alongside him. it was odd to see the usually boisterous Arataki Itto reduced to such a lonely state. You know how Childe mentions you a lot? Itto is 100000x worse than him. His fans find it so sad whenever your not on stream with him.

At some point in one of Itto’s streams, a person had donated asking, “Are you and (Username) dating?” Itto completely froze up, his eyebrows knitting together lightly. His fans had never seen him so reluctant to answer a donation before. “No. We aren’t.” The way he said it sounded almost as if he was mad that he had to admit the fact that you weren’t dating. The rest of the stream he was noticeably off. The scene was later clipped and added to the “Arataki_ittoTheGreat x (Username)” pile. The amount of edits there are to that clip are insane.

Itto is often bashed by his chat for the amount of “platonic” pet names he calls you. This includes “babe, baby, honey, (shortened version of your name) and pretty thing.” It’s gotten to the point that his fans rarely hear your actual name or username. Sooo many clips of Itto calling you pet names.

He cannot take it if you call him one back though. There are several clips where you say “okay baby” or “okay love” while Itto is talking to you, and he just...stops. Like his brain just short circuited. He is very clearly flustered as his mouth opens and closes multiple times to try and continue what he was saying, but fails. Soon he just stops, with a very defeated and flustered “give me a minute please” as he covers his face with his hand. People find it hilarious that your able to silence Itto, someone who talks almost constantly with a simple “okay love”. Over time people started making compilations of Itto losing it when you call him pet names. 

Itto can ramble on and on about you for hours and hours. There’s so many video compilations of him talking about you while you two weren’t streaming together. One of them goes on for almost thirty minutes. It’s surprising how much he talked about you in the 5 videos that he has where he isn’t streaming with you. The only reason that he didn’t continue his tangent was because his take out arrived. The way that he looked while he talked about you was so obviously love sick that his chat could’ve gotten cavity’s. The small curve of his lips and the way that he let out a breathy laugh when he recalled something that you and him did together? Half his chat was fawning over him so hard and the other half was spamming simp.

Something that is also very common with Itto is jealousy. Once while you both where streaming valorant, you had decided to do a stack. After saying a simple “hello” someone on your team began immediately thirsting after you, hardcore flirting. Itto was visibly upset whenever the team member opened their mouth. After it going on for several minutes, Itto said “hey come here BABE” making sure to enunciate the babe part. You didn’t think much of it as you raced over to his character. That sure shut up your teammate for the rest of the match. Even though you might not have caught it, his chat definitely knew that he was jealous, dating or not.

Itto is very obvious when he watches your streams while he’s streaming or when he watches while he has free time. In his streams, he usually wears glasses that are advertised to protect his eyes from the light of his screen. Due to this, he’s often caught by his fans whenever he pops in to watch you while on stream. Most of the time he has a separate monitor to watch your stream while you to play together. This often results in Itto getting distracted, usually costing you two the game. He makes up some half assed excuse, completely forgetting that his fans can see the reflection of your face in his glasses. Whenever he watches your streams when he isn’t streaming himself, he usually donates to announce his presence. “Hi babe, how you doin?” Pops up on your screen frequently. You always respond excitedly, with something along the lines of “hi itto! I’m doin good, how bout you handsome?” boy is he glad that you can’t see him right now, cause he’s beat red. So you think he’s handsome?

Itto accidentally flirts with you most of the time. While playing Minecraft with him, he seemed very distracted, looking to the side to see you streaming on his other monitor. He was so distracted in fact that he didn’t notice that he was being malled by several zombies. To engrossed by your face, he ended up dying. His chat was spamming him to fight back, but he didn’t pay any attention. “Uh Itto, you died?” You asked with a small chuckle. Itto suddenly snapped his head back to his screen, being met with the option to quit or respon. “What the?! I had full diamond armorrrr” he whined. You laughed at him “what was distracting you?” You asked quirking a brow as you continued to build your shared house. Itto didn’t think his answer through before he replied “your so pretty.” He answered. His eyes quickly widen as he realized what he had said. “Well uh- I don’t think- well it’s not that you aren’t- but I don’t- you are pretty but- I’m- uh- well-“ he spiraled into an endless cycle, trying his hardest to come up with something that could get him out of the predicament he’d put himself in. “Thanks love” you said with a sweet smile. The mumbling came to a deafening stop as his face burned a bright red. He curses the day he decided to turn on his face cam that day. He couldn’t talk for good while after that. Definitely was bashed by his chat after that one.

Has definitely been called out for fallowing several (username) fan accounts. It ranges from editors to funny clips of your streams. Gets flustered and makes up a stupid excuse for it. His chat absolutely drags him for it.

His fans are begging you give him a chance. Sure he burnt water once while on stream, but he’s a good guy, they promise. Just, please.

[mochegato]

Capturing a Dream

Chapter 11 – That Keeps Out the Danger

Chapter 1     Chapter 10

“How are we supposed to eat?  We’re going to starve.  You’re leaving us to starve.  To wither away into nothingness.”  Wally collapsed dramatically onto the kitchen island.

“Oh my God, drama queen.  You don’t even live here.  Go home and eat.”  Chimera threw a kitchen towel in his face.  He grabbed the towel as it hit him and fell back off of the barstool in an exaggerated drop, crying out as he fell.

“Yeah, Wally.  You don’t even go here,” Robin grinned reaching to grab the cupcake left unguarded on his plate.  He grumbled when Wally was able to get back up, get onto the barstool, and swipe it back again before he could take a bite.  Chimera giggled at the reference until Robin turned his mischievous grin on her.  Her giggles quickly quieted and her expression turned apprehensive.  “And we don’t want to interrupt Chi’s date.”

Chimera rolled her eyes.  Robin and Wally had been teasing her relentlessly since they found out she was going to be out of the Cave for the weekend and wouldn’t give them any details.  They made the completely logical leap to claiming it was a date with Roy.  She honestly wasn’t sure if it was intended to annoy her or Conner more, or more likely both.  She was positive Robin’s ultimate goal in life was to antagonize every member of the Team and the Justice League with one comment, like the annoying, teenage menace he was.  Honestly, she liked seeing it; a glimpse of normalcy in his life.  But, that didn’t mean she appreciated it when it was turned on her.

“Yeah, you sure you won’t tell us where you two are going?” Wally teased, his words obscured by the bite of cupcake still in his mouth. “Roy won’t tell us anything.”

Chimera gave him a flat look.  “Roy’s in India this week.”

“Ah, so that’s where you’re going.  Guess portals have their advantages,” Wally snickered, waggling his eyebrows at her.

“Funny how she knew exactly what his plans were for this weekend, don’t you think, Conner,” Robin commented in exaggerated innocence, laying his arm on Conner’s shoulder.

Chimera’s mouth dropped, scandalized by the accusation. “You’re the one that told me.”

“I have no recollection of that conversation…” he answered seriously.  He looked at the floor and shook his head, his hand stroking his chin in thought. “Actually, I do.”  The grin he shot her was nothing short of terrifying. He leaned across the island to get in her face.  “You asked me where Roy was going to be.  You were very insistent,” he grinned, pushing into her face.

“I hate you.  And if I had to ask you, that means I didn’t ask him, dork,” she pointed out, shoving Robin’s head away.  

“Hey!” He cried out.  “My hair!”  He automatically reached up to fix his hair.

Chimera raised an eyebrow at him, a feral grin spreading across her face.  “Oh no. No, no, no.  Chi…” he warned, moving off the chair and backing slowly away from her. Once he got to the door, he took off running at full speed.  Conner and Wally watched as Robin jumped the railing to drop down to the floor below. Chimera raced after him, jumping the railing with just as much grace as Robin.  They could just hear their footsteps as they ran and accidentally collided with different objects.  

“Really hope they don’t accidentally destroy anything,” Conner observed casually, swiping his own cupcake and taking a bite, “…again.”  He smiled at the sound of Chimera and Robin’s laughter echoing off the walls.

“If they do, it won’t be accidental,” Wally noted as he stuffed his fourth cupcake in his mouth, glaring at Conner for taking one of the cupcakes Chimera had made for everyone.  He turned sharply back toward where the two had run off to when they heard a loud yelp and even louder cackle.  He shook his head and leaned back, waiting for Robin’s walk of shame back into the kitchen.  He never outraced Chimera.  She always caught him.  He wasn’t sure why Robin even tried instead of just accepting his fate.

It only took a minute for Robin to slope back into the room and slouch back into his chair, pouting the entire way.  He tried to subtly fix his now extremely ruffled hair. Chimera was only a few steps behind him, trying incredibly unsuccessfully to hold in her giggles.  

“I hope your date sucks,” Robin grumbled into the floor.

“Not a date,” she singsonged and booped him on the nose.

“Hope Roy feels that way too,” Wally smirked, but his eyes were on Conner with an amused gleam at his scowl.  Conner took a deep cleansing breath.  He knew they were just teasing, but he really didn’t appreciate the joke.  

Chimera pulled at Robin’s hoodie pocket, looking in it with a furrowed brow.  “What are you doing?” Robin demanded, slapping her hands away.

“I’m looking for the brain call you two share. Someone has to have it,” she shrugged. “I figured it was your turn with it today.”  

“I have it today, thank you very much!” Wally objected around the mouthful of his fifth cupcake.

Chimera stared at him blankly for a few seconds. Robin rolled his eyes and slumped against the island.  “Idiot.”

Chimera shook her head.  “I can’t believe they’re letting you guys go out unchaperoned,” she muttered

Robin scoffed.  “I’m from Gotham.  And I do this,” he motioned around them.  “I can take care of myself.”

“I’m from Gotham,” Chimera mocked him in a poor imitation of his voice.  “Being from Gotham doesn’t automatically give you better judgement than people from other places.”

Robin glowered at her, but before he could retort she continued in a softer tone.  “I know you can take care of yourself and you’re responsible… on missions.  But this isn’t a mission and you’re a kid. You should get to be one, which means making stupid decisions that adults try to talk you out of and they,” she motioned toward Wally and Conner, “don’t count.  They’re more childish than you.”

“Hey,” Wally objected again.  He narrowed his eyes at her.  “Roy’s never going to kiss you if you keep being so mean.”

Chimera rolled her eyes.  “I’m meeting my best friends.”

“Wow, already introducing him to the family. You and Roy are really moving quickly,” Robin quipped.

Chimera groaned and looked to the ceiling for patience. “You are such a little dick.”

Robin froze momentarily.  Conner looked down to hide his grin, but there was no hiding his chuckles.  Wally, however, was laughing so hard he was bent over holding his stomach, his body shaking with laughter so violently, he almost fell off his chair.  Chimera gave him a concerned look, but Robin glared at him. After a few minutes of unbroken laughter, he finally tamed his laughter enough to pat Robin on the head and gasp out, “You really are… such a little Dick.”  Robin lunged for him but he sped out of his reach before he could make contact.

Conner shook his head and focused back on Chimera.  “Can you say where you guys are going?  Or will that compromise your identity?”

Chimera cocked her head to the side in thought before quickly shaking her head.  “I don’t think so.  We’re going to Metropolis.  My best friend wants a tour of the Daily Planet… and to try to meet Clark Kent or Lois Lane.”

Wally perked up.  “You don’t say.”

Chimera grimaced.  “Yeah.  She’s a huge fan of them.  She desperately wants to meet them.”

The boys started laughing at her.  Robin finally spoke up with a devilish grin. “You know, you could make that happen.”

Chimera threw her arms out in defeat.  “I know!  But not without compromising my identity.  And even if I could, how would that even work?  Hey Supes, totally unrelated to me or my identity in any way, could you meet with this person I absolutely do not know on a very personal level for many years? Ugh.  This is going to be awkward as hell.  I’m going to be on his home turf… where he works… his territory.  I’m going to have to pretend I don’t know him and didn’t go all Electro on him.”

Conner smiled at her catastrophizing.  “He likes you.  You remember that, right?  And at the time, he was the bad guy so, if anything, you went all Storm on him.”  He chuckled at the deadpan look she gave him. “If it makes you feel better, he’s off-world today and tomorrow.”

Chimera perked up with a hopeful grin. “Really?”  Conner nodded.  She bounced on her toes in excitement.  

The action was so adorable on her Conner couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up.  “Yes,” he reassured her.

Her smile suddenly turned into a wary look. “Are you sure?  How do you know?”

Conner moved closer and rested his hands on her shoulders.  “I talked to him.  We’re trying to make time to hang out so we can get closer.  So incredibly awkward but… anyway.  He said he couldn’t do anything this weekend because he’ll be off-world.”

She gave him a sympathetic smile and moved under his arms to give him a hug.  She lessened the pressure and rested her head on his chest, keeping her arms around him. He returned the gesture, wrapping his arms around her as well.  “I’m glad to hear that.  Not the he’s not here part, the he’s trying part… well, actually, both parts.  I’m not going to lie.  I’m really happy he won’t be there when I am.  But I’m sad you guys can’t hang out this weekend.”

Conner smiled into her hair.  “It’s okay.  There’ll be other weekends.  At least I know he isn’t trying to avoid me this time.  It just means we get to have a boy’s weekend instead.”  His expression turned concerned and he pulled back just enough to try to look her in the eyes.  “Are you sure you’re going to be okay though?  Last time you hung out with your friends it… you didn’t exactly come home happy.”

She smiled up at him.  “Yeah.  I’ll be fine. I’m excited.  It’s going to be a lot of fun.”  She gave him an extra squeeze before starting to pull away.  “I won’t be in P… home,” she quickly corrected herself, “this time, so it should be good.”

Conner pulled her back into a tight hug.  “Okay, well… if you need us, I’m only one call away… or you know just show up wherever we are,” he whispered.

She craned her neck so she could rest her chin on his chest and look at him with a smile.  “Portals have their advantages.”  

“You two are disgusting!  Get a room,” Wally groaned dramatically.  He threw the towel Chimera had thrown at him earlier back at her. Chimera squeaked and jumped away from Conner, while Conner caught it before it could reach her.  “You’re going to make Roy jealous if you keep it up.”  Conner sent Wally a vicious glare that Wally completely ignored.

“Right.  On that note…”  She reached down for her bag but rolled her eyes at Robin when she saw he’d already grabbed it.  “I’m stronger than you.  You know that, right?”

“Yeah, don’t care,” Robin shrugged.  “Wouldn’t want to disappoint Agent A with bad manners.”

She snorted and shook her head.  “Sounds incredibly sexist, but whatever.  Unless you’re planning on doing the same for them,” she motioned to Conner and Wally.  Robin furrowed his brow at her, but kept his grip on her bag.  “Then it isn’t manners, it’s sexism.”

He narrowed his eyes at her.  “I’m going to tell A you said that.”

“Go ahead, I’ll own it,” she shrugged.  “And he’ll agree with me.”  She turned toward Wally and Conner with a small wave.  “Okay, you guys have fun.  Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

Conner scoffed.  “That doesn’t narrow it down much.”  He grinned at her when she let out an offended scoff.

“Don’t worry, we won’t accidentally destroy anything. Can you say the same?” Wally grinned.

“I don’t destroy everything I touch,” she groused, “just almost everything,” she muttered the last bit to the floor with a frown.  She quickly recovered and looked back up at him with an exaggerated smile.  “But, with the three of you going out unsupervised, I highly doubt something isn’t going to end up destroyed intentionally.”  She narrowed her eyes challengingly at Wally.  “In fact, I bet my trip is less destructive than yours.”  

Wally sat up and grinned back at her.  “Oh, you’re on.  Two dozen cupcakes every day for a week if I win.  My choice of flavors.”  

“And no eating any food I make for a week if I win,” she smirked back at him.

“You know, there’s more than just you two in on this bet,” Conner reminded them.

“Oh?  And what is it you want from Chimera when we win?” Robin asked with a devious smirk.

Conner glared darkly at him, but his cheeks turned a bright red.  “I get to choose what we watch for a week.”

Chimera groaned and dropped her head.  “Nooooo.”

“Backing out?” he grinned, raising a challenging eyebrow and moving closer to tower over her.

“Never,” she scoffed.  “Just trying to imagine a full week of exclusively Conner-chosen programming.”  She pretended to shudder.  “The horror.”

He grinned down at her and took a step closer again until he was almost chest to chest with her.  “Better not lose then.”

Chimera matched his grin and straightened up. “Oh I don’t intend to.  There’s no way you guys will be able to stop yourselves from getting involved in any and every drama you walk in on.  By the way, getting into a fight counts, even if you don’t destroy any property.”

The moment was broken when Robin spoke up. “I want chocolate macarons.”

Chimera shook her head and gave a sweet smile to Conner as she made her way to the door.  She bumped Robin’s shoulder as she passed him.  “Dream on, Bird Boy.”

Wally watched her leave the room with Robin and turned to Conner.  “Whatever happens this weekend, we absolutely cannot allow anything to get destroyed because of us.  Agreed?”

Conner nodded.  “Agreed.”

Robin watched Chimera closely as they walked. She was quieter than usual. Normally she’d still be trash talking with him about the bet.  She was extremely competitive and her personality flourished when there was a challenge.  But now, she had a carefully crafted neutral expression on her face that he would have absolutely bought if he didn’t know her better.  “You sure you’re okay?” he asked.

She smiled at him.  A fake smile that he didn’t buy for a second.  “Of course.  You just heard me tell Conner, it’ll be fine.”  She looked back forward quickly.

“Are you upset about us teasing you about Roy?”

She huffed out a laugh.  “No.  It’s fine. Honestly, less teasing than my friends back home would do.  I’m tough. I can take it.”

Robin looked back toward the kitchen.  “I don’t know that Conner feels the same way,” he said carefully.

Chimera eyed him suspiciously.  “Robin…”  She pursed her lips and took a breath.  “Then maybe you should stop doing it around him.”

“Maybe you should put him out of his misery, and yours,” Robin snapped back a bit harsher than he meant.

“Robin, you know I can’t,” she shook her head and looked down.

“I just want to… you two just seem so… are you sure?” he tried again.

“Robin…” she repeated, but her voice was considerably sadder this time.  She pursed her lips and looked back forlornly toward where Conner and Wally were waiting for Robin.  She let out a deep sigh that became a boom sound and expanded her fingers out, miming an explosion.  “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Does it really matter if you’re officially together or not when things like that,” he motioned toward the kitchen, “happen so often?  You guys are… you’re perfect for each other.  You make each other happy.  I can’t believe you’re not meant to be together.”

“Yes, it does,” she answered sharply.  “It matters.  That’s what I’ve learned.  That’s what the universe taught me.”

He took a deep breath to prepare himself for this. He’d been working on what to say for a few weeks.  Just the right way to phrase it so it hit right, so she thought it was a matter of helping him, not herself.  Because that was her weakness, if you could call it that; protecting the people she loved, whatever the cost to her.  “I just… the result of being a hero can’t be to be miserable.  I need to believe that you can still be happy, that I can be happy, but between you and Batman...”

“Of course you can be happy,” she jumped in instantly, just as Robin had been hoping she would.  “You and Zatanna are happy now.  And even if that doesn’t last, you know you still can be.  And Batman…” she grimaced unsure how to sell a happy Batman.  “Wally! He and Artemis are adorable.”

“Oh come on.  Wally’s going to mess that up, you know him,” Robin scoffed.

Chimera rolled her eyes.  “And Artemis will knock him back into shape.  You know her. No, I think they’re in it for the long haul.  ‘Til death do them part.”

Robin shook his head.  He needed to focus it back to her and him.  “I need to know that someone like you gets to be happy too, or what’s the point?  We’re constantly in terrible situations.  We constantly see miserable things.  That’s a part of our lives… but we can still be happy… right?”  He was laying it on thick.  He knew he was laying it on thick and he knew that if anyone else was doing this other than him, Chimera would have picked up on it all of two seconds into the conversation.  But he needed to get to her, to make her stop and think.  And if that meant manipulating her into it, he’d do it… again.  But she was like a sister to him. She was family.  And when it’s family, it isn’t manipulating, it’s meddling.  And meddling is okay.  Meddling is the way family show they love each other.  

“Being in terrible situations doesn’t mean your personal life has to be too.  But, it’s different for me, Robin.  Things… things get destroyed when I fall in love; buildings, monuments, countries, moons, planets…  The universe made sure I understood my lesson well.  But you!”  She gave him a bright smile and set her hands on his shoulders.  “You have a heart so big.  It could....”

Robin gaped at her.  “You know he was just teasing right?” he interrupted before she could finish her sentence.  “About you destroying stuff everywhere you go.  Chi, you… you don’t… Chi, that isn’t anywhere near the truth.  Terrible things happened, but that isn’t your fault. That’s the situations you were forced into.  It isn’t you!”

Chimera nodded at him and gave him an utterly unconvincing smile.  “Yeah. I know.”  She gave him a quick hug and pulled away almost as quickly.  “You guys have fun, okay?  And if you need anything, just give me a call, okay?” She ruffled his hair again before punching her destination into the Zeta tube interface.  “I’ll get notified even if I’m not transformed.”

“Chi,” Robin started again, but she was already standing in the Zeta tube platform.  There wasn’t enough time to finish that conversation, so instead he answered with, “yeah, okay.  I will.” He continued to stare at the Zeta tube for a few seconds before making his way back to the kitchen.

“Did you tell her?” Conner asked as soon as Robin made it back to the kitchen.

Robin shook his head, still looking back toward the Zeta tube.  Conner nodded at his response.  “That’s probably for the best.  She'd freak out if she knew.  She’d be looking over her shoulder the entire time.”

“Yeah, what are the odds we'd run into them anyway?” Wally grinned.  “Now come on! We need to get going too.  We just need to make sure we go to the Metropolis entrance she didn’t use.”

“Right,” Conner nodded and started walking to the Zeta tubes.  “You got our bags, right Robin?”

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“And just twenty minutes ago, I was so happy Superman isn’t in town this weekend,” Marinette sighed and banged her head against the wall she was leaning against.

“He’s what!” Alya whisper yelled.  Adrien and Nino shushed her while Chloe scoffed at her. “Go ahead and announce our presence, why don’t you?”  Nino put his hand on Alya’s shoulder to keep her from pouncing on Chloe.

Marinette tried to tune them out as she assessed the scene in front of her.  There were at least three figures on their floor, but there had been at least four more that had taken any people they saw back down to the toy store’s main floor with the rest of the hostages and she spotted a different three coming up as the others were going down.  That was ten, but they had no way to know how many were in the store.  The marionette looking villains were holding everyone they caught in an area that was out of their line of sight.  

“Don’t know if the Bat is covering for him, but he is off-world.  We are likely on our own,” Marinette whispered distractedly.  “Trixx, can you peek at the main area and see how many captors you see and estimate how many victims there are.”  Trixx nodded in understanding and phased through the floor.

“Oh well that’s just brilliant, isn’t it,” Chloe groused.  “This was your idea, Agreste.  I wanted to go to a spa, but noooo.  We had to visit the giant toy store.  ‘It’ll be such a fun end to the visit,’” she groused in a poor imitation of his voice.  “And now we’re in the middle of yet another attack, without magic protection.  And there’s no miracle cure for this.  If anything happens, just know, I blame you.”

“You’re welcome to hide, you know,” Adrien pointed out quietly.

“No, I’m going to help.  I’m just going to complain the entire time,” Chloe groused again.

“So, no different than usual,” Nino nodded, keeping his eyes on the situation in front of him.

Chloe glared at him, but before she could retort Trixx popped back up.  “I counted nine doll-looking guys downstairs, Guardian.  And at least twenty-five people being held by them,” Trixx reported quietly.  

Marinette nodded, silently processing all the information she had.  “Got a plan?” Adrien asked barely above a whisper, keeping his eyes on the main aisle.

Marinette ignored him, running scenarios through her head.  “They’re moving strangely.  Their movements are stunted.  Either they’re not human or someone else is controlling them.”

“Or both,” Adrien added quietly.

“Or both,” Marinette agreed.  “What do you think the odds are that they are… like robotic marionettes?”

Nino nodded along with her train of thought. “I’d say high.  They all walk too oddly to be human and there’s too many to each be remote controlled, so robot seems most likely.”

Marinette gave a single nod.  Her face morphed into a determined look, ready to go into battle. “We can use that against them.”

“Suit up?” Alya asked.  

Marinette’s body tensed at the thought.  Finally after a few seconds, she took a deep breath and let it out.  “Not unless necessary.  There’s an awful lot of cameras around here and I don’t have extra miraculous for you guys. We’re going to have to figure out a way to lure some away from the main group without the others noticing anything. Chloe, think you can work something out?”  She stared at the stairway as she spoke.  

“Can I get someone’s complete attention and manipulate them into doing what I want?  Are you seriously asking me that?” she scoffed.

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Well then get on it.  It would help if we could find something to fight with.”

Alya cleared her throat lightly.  “Anyone feel like channeling Harley Quinn?” she asked with a smirk, twirling a bat in her hands.  

“Yes!” Adrien whisper yelled.  

“Fine, but I’m not dying my hair though or doing the pigtails,” Chloe grunted.

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Marinette had always had an appreciation for stuffed cats.  She’d had one on her bed for years before she became Ladybug and after she did, she had an affinity for Chat Noir themed stuffies.  She still had one on her bed in the Cave.  But she can honestly say she has never been as thankful for them as she was right now.

She rolled off the large stuffed cat she had landed on when she tackled the marionette doll, causing both of them to fall over the railing.  Her smartest move?  No. But it was trying to drag an unconscious Chloe away.  She had to stop it and maybe she had some anger issues lately resulting from violently repressing any slightly negative emotions for years, a fact which she was not willing to admit to anyone else currently.

“I’m counting that for me as a save,” Adrien whisper yelled down to her.

“It’s pink,” she called back.  She raised her hand as she spoke, narrowing her eyes toward Adrien.  She grabbed the bat Nino threw to her in one seeming effortless motion without taking her eyes off of Adrien.  She used the momentum from the catch to smoothly swing the bat back up, connecting to the marionette robot’s head.  She didn’t knock it completely off, but she managed to sever enough wires and connections in the neck to make it collapse on the floor. “… that makes it count as mine,” she finished.

“Bullshit,” Adrien pouted.

Marinette smirked at him quickly before her face turned serious.  “How many are left?”

“I think they’re all gone, at least the ones in here,” a voice answered.

Marinette’s head snapped to the familiar voice. “Con… can I assume you took care of a few of them as well?” she winced internally at the extremely awkward transition to cover her gap.

“We got four of them,” Robin confirmed, coming up next to Conner.  Conner kept his focus on Marinette.  There was something incredibly familiar in her eyes, but he couldn’t place it, but whatever it was, he was having a hard time looking away.

Marinette nodded.  “We got six, I think.”  She turned up toward the second level.  “That sound right?”

Nino nodded.  “We each got one and that one makes two for you.”

Marinette nodded in understanding and started reviewing what she knew.  “That’s ten. There were at least twelve.  Are you sure…”

“That’s only five,” Wally interrupted her looking from her friends to her.

Marinette looked back up to her friends and realized the confusion.  “No, we have another friend.  She got knocked out.”

“Where?” Adrien asked.

Marinette gave him a confused look.  “There?”

“What?” Nino asked, coming up next to him.

“There.  It knocked her out right before I tackled it.  That’s why I did it.  She was right next to where I went over,” Marinette explained slowly.

“She’s not up here, M,” Alya said.

“Son of a…” Adrien growled, taking off to look for her. The rest followed suit, running down different aisles to find Chloe.  Marinette ran up the stairs two at a time to help look.  

“Who are we looking for?”  Wally asked.  “I mean what does she look like?”

“Blonde, blue eyes, yellow shirt, pissed off scowl,” Marinette answered over her shoulders, feeling completely confident he would use his powers to search for her.  Her suspicion was confirmed when she felt two rushes of air at her side. She strained her ears and was just barely able to hear him tell Robin that he didn’t find anyone like that. She mentally cursed and started trying to figure out a plan before she even reached the top of the stairs.  

“I didn’t find her,” Adrien announced, walking back toward them.  

“Me either,” Alya and Nino chorused coming from their sections of the store.

“Damn it.  Are you sure there aren’t any more of those robot things in here?” Marinette asked the Team.

Wally nodded.  “We’re positive.”

Marinette nodded and started moving toward the far wall. “Did any of you see an exit up here?”

“Yeah, over there,” Wally motioned toward a back corner.

“You think she was taken?” Conner asked.

Marinette nodded moving quickly toward the exit. “She got knocked out.  Even if she’d woken up, she’d be too weak to leave on her own, especially without notifying one of us.  She knows the protocols.”

“You guys have protocols for going after villains?” Robin asked skeptically.

Alya scoffed at him.  “You don’t?”

Robin blinked at her a few times.  “I’m from Gotham, of course I have protocols for it.”

“You guys should stay and talk to the police. We’ll look for your friend,” Wally promised, giving the other Team members a look of understanding.  Conner and Robin nodded in agreement.

“We’ll go with you,” Marinette stated with finality.

“No, we got it,” Conner stated in the same tone.

She cocked an eyebrow at him.  “Okay, we’ll go separate.”  She shrugged at him.  She turned back to Nino and Alya.  “Can you listen to the police gossip and do some research, see if you can figure out who might be behind it and let us know along with anything else you find.”

“Will do, L… Dudette,” Nino stuttered.  He grimaced internally at the almost slip up.  “We’ll talk to the police while you go get our girl.”

With her attention on Nino, she missed the Team slipping out the door, though Adrien watched them with a curious look. Marinette turned to Adrien.  “You don’t have to come with us… if you’d rather stay with Alya and Nino.”

Adrien shook his head and gave her a supportive smile. “I’m with you, ‘til the end of the line.”

Marinette gave him a flat look.  “You realize the guy that said that almost died, got his mind wiped and turned into a super assassin, killed Tony Stark’s parents, and tried to kill the person he said it to.  Maybe not the bar to go for.”

Adrien shrugged and let out a noncommittal grunt. “Worked out in the end.  I have complete faith in you.  I always have.”  He gave her a meaningful look.  She gave him a guilty look that he couldn’t allow to continue.  “You want to tell me about…” he motioned to the door where the Team had escaped through, changing the focus of the conversation away from their past and onto her present.

Marinette held her finger up for him to wait and typed out a text she didn’t send.  ‘I’m not allowed to say.’  His eyes widened and he motioned toward the door with his head.  He mouthed ‘really?’  She nodded in confirmation.

“What the hell… Are you sure this is a good idea?” Adrien gave her a dubious look.

She smiled at him.  “I’m not sure, but I’m not going to not get Chloe.  Can you imagine the fallout from that?  Leaving her rescue to someone else?”

Adrien grimaced.  “Valid.”

“And I really want to.  I mean I’m,” she motioned to herself, “and they’re,” she motioned toward the door they had gone through.  “I’ve never gotten to… they’ve never… I don’t know if this will happen again.”

Adrien nodded and gave her an understanding look. “Yeah, I get that.  Okay.  Let’s do this.”

She gave him a wide excited grin, and started bouncing on her toes.  “Yay!” She focused back on her phone and started tapping rapidly.

“You got her?” he asked coming up next to her to look at her screen.

“Just a second.”  She tapped her screen a few more times.  “Got her,” she said tilting her phone to show Adrien.  

Adrien nodded and pulled his phone out.  He pulled up his messaging app and followed her example, typing a text he didn’t send.  ‘You let Batman know?’

Marinette smiled and nodded as she typed a response. ‘Already sent him her phone’s info and who’s looking for her… as civilians.  Wish was a video call.  Know he would have smirked.’

They pushed through the exit, almost running into the Team, who were talking in hushed tones.  Robin tucked his phone in his back pocket.

“I told you before, we got this,” Conner insisted. “The way you took care of that robot before was impressive, but this is likely to get a lot more dangerous.  We can handle it.”

Marinette cocked her head to the side, opening her eyes wide in exaggerated innocence.  “Thank you, but… then it’s dangerous for you too, isn’t it?”  She looked at Robin and Wally and back to him. “I mean we’re all in the same boat here, right?  Experience wise?”  She ignored the coughing fit Adrien faked to cover up his laughter.

Robin spoke up, “I’m from Gotham.  We’re used to villains kidnapping people.  We know how to handle it.”

Adrien raised an eyebrow and shared a look with Marinette.  “And we’re from Paris,” he intoned.  “It was a lifestyle for a few years there.”

Marinette quirked her lip to the side in an amused smirk at the boys’ confused stares.  “Look, it’s our friend who got kidnapped and it’s our drama you’ve walked in on. We’re going.  If you guys are so insistent on getting involved with our drama, we won’t stop you.”  Robin opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get it out, Marinette continued.  “So Gotham, try to keep up, because we’re able to track her,” she held up her phone which showed a map with a dot moving on it.  “…so unless you have a bloodhound in that hoodie pocket, we’re leading the way.” She ruffled his hair as she passed him to get to the stairs.  Was she being a terrible older sister?  No. She was being an amazing older sister, pushing all his buttons.  Isn’t that how all families showed love?  And the best part was he didn’t know to get her back for it.  Free harassment.  What kind of sister would she be if she passed that up?

Robin glared at her and Conner didn’t look much happier, likely upset because it meant they wouldn’t get to use their superpowers, but still followed her down the stairs.  She was right.  They had no way to track their friend without their help.  They would just have to hold off on the superpowers until they got closer and hope they could break off to where the two couldn’t see them rescuing their friend.  Wally however, was grimacing as he brought up the end of the line behind Adrien on the stairs, thinking about the cupcakes he was about to lose.  Maybe if they didn’t cause too much more damage, they could still win.  

“This isn’t the first time we’ve had to rescue Chloe from a villain’s hench… thing.  I swear if I had a nickel for every time she’s gotten kidnapped… I’d only have like fifteen or twenty nickels but still it’s strange that it’s happened that many times.”  Marinette looked back over her shoulder with a smirk, like she was in on a private joke.

Adrien set his mouth and pursed his lips.  He refused to laugh at her comment, no matter how badly he wanted to.  He looked between the guy behind him and the two ahead of him with an overly bright smile. “Hi, I’m Adrien.  If we’re working together, we should probably know each other’s names.”

“Wally,” Wally offered with a chuckle.  Unlike Adrien, he had no issue laughing at her comment.

“Robin,” Robin stated diplomatically, still trying to figure out if her comment was correct.  He’d been the victim of kidnapping attempts multiple times both as Dick and Robin, but he didn’t know why her friend would have been so often.

Conner continued to stare at Marinette mutely, trying to figure her out better.  If he stared long enough, maybe he could place where he’d seen her beautiful eyes before.  Marinette gave him a bright, warm smile.  “Oh,” Marinette paused and turned to look back at them as they all got onto the ground with a bright, warm smile, “Marinette.  My name is Marinette.”

Conner looked away.  Marinette thought she saw his cheeks darken slightly when their eyes met, but that could have easily been the taillights from the car that just parked near them.  “Conner,” he grumbled.

Marinette nodded at him, giving him a sweet smile. “It is really nice to meet you,” she said earnestly, looking at the other Team members, “all of you.”  She took a beat to look at them without a mask and nodded.  “Okay, let’s get going then, before Chloe breaks a nail and we have to hear about it for the next six months,”

“Or you know, someone dies,” Conner argued, following her down the road.

Adrien shook his head behind him.  “I don’t think we have to worry about that.  She won’t kill anyone.”

“Probably… unless they mess with her hair,” Marinette added.

“Most likely,” Adrien agreed with a nod.

Robin gave Wally a confused, questioning look as they followed behind.  Wally returned the look.  Who the hell were these people?

Chapter 12

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What the JJK Characters You Simp For Says About You (A Heavily Biased Joke)

Gojo

A little basic, everyone simps for this man, rightfully so but STILL

You definitely have a power imbalance kink

You’re a sucker for a pretty face and a devilish smile

You like people that can make you laugh

As well as really kinky people. God, you’re so horny at the thought of how kinky Gojo probably is

Unfortunately, you’re more likely to meet fuck bois who think they’re one of those things.

They’re none of the above, they can only fucking wish they could be near Gojo’s level via his MASSIVE cock in their mou

Nanami

You’re very tired of capitalism

You have a strong daddy kink and you wanna be pampered

You have healthy and reasonable expectations for an SO (Someone who’s responsible, presentable, considerate, the perfect guy to take home to your parents)

Oh and business suits do things to you, don’t lie to me.

Don’t lie to yourself

Yuuji

You just want to give this ray of sunshine a hug

You watch a lot of cottagecore tiktoks

Your tastes are sweet and wholesome.

You’re drawn to bubbly, outgoing people with high energy

You probably have a second Instagram and/or Twitter dedicated entirely to posts about cute animals

Also you don’t know it yet but you love himbos

Megumi

This is the Sasuke for the people who found og Sasuke annoying

You’re a slut for angsty backstories

You look at feral character moments/generally feral characters and tell yourself “I just think they’re neat”

You aren’t picky about other people’s hairstyles

Don’t @ me

Like don’t

But like

If you watched Voltron

You were a probably a Keith stan

Y’know, before his character went to shit just like the rEST OF THAT FUCKING SHOW GOOD FUCKING GOOOOO

Nobara

You’re probably gay and projecting onto her. I can respect that

Shopping is a respectable hobby in your book

ESPECIALLY if it’s with someone else’s credit card

Strong female characters are your kink

As they should be

Maki

You are a bottom

You watch a lot of cottagecore tiktoks

You’re probably gay and projecting onto Nobara. I can respect that

Strong female characters are your kink

As they should be

Oh and you also have a glasses kink

And you definitely want Maki to beat you up

Inumaki

You wanna know what else that mouth do

Panda

You know what I just

I just genuinely don’t know why you would simp for him

That’s not to be mean to you or to Panda he’s a really cool character after all

I just don’t see him as the type to be simped for

It’s not like he’s the Panda from Beastars, now that guy can get it

On second thought if it’s like that I can kinda understand you guys

Yes I’m a furry

Mai

You are a submissive WLW that either wants to be a baddie or wants to be with a baddie, y’know?

You might also be an apologist

Todo

You like himbos

Toji

You have daddy issues and you project them onto your romantic/sexual relationships to further hurt you in a way that’s familiar

That or you just really

Really

Really

Really really

Love FAT JUICY mommy milkers

Sukuna

You don’t love yourself

You don’t even like yourself all that much

You would let Sukuna destroy you if the opportunity arose

Sexually speaking and literally speaking

Him: Ganbare, ganbare~

You: I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

(It stirred something in me that’s for damn sure)

“Two of EVERYTHING you say???”

Also you’re a villain fucker in general

Geto

You’re a villain fucker in general

But especially for the ones with creepy smiles like Gin from Bleach

Mahito

OH SO Y’ALL DON’T CARE IF YOU GET CHLAMYDIA OR NOT, HUH

YOU’RE REALLY GONNA TOUCH THIS THING?

YOU’RE REALLY GONNA LET IT TOUCH YOU?

THIS HERPES HAVING BITCH DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SOAP IS

HE LITERALLY LIVED IN THE SEWER

THE SEWER

The Rest of The Cursed Spirits

Sis are you okay???

Are you getting enough sleep??

Drinking enough water?

Please

Take a break from everything

From people

From social media

And take a nap

You’ll feel better and have better judgement if you do

I’d tell you to touch some grass but I’m worried you might try to fuck it

Brought to you by me, myself, and @gayshipsarelifeyo

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Here to Misbehave (Pt. 12 | S.R.)

Series Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Finale |

Summary: A week later, Reader tries to reconnect with Spencer.  Couple: Spencer/Fem!Reader 
 Category: Smut (NSFW) 
 Content Warning: Adults w/ Age Gap (10yrs), penetrative sex, degradation, Daddy kink, unprotected sex, BDSM, choking Word Count: 8.3k

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You might think that dating Spencer Reid would make doing your homework way easier, but you would be wrong. Turns out that dating a genius includes him lecturing you on the importance of learning things yourself.

That’s why I had been sitting at his kitchen table with him for at least two hours, struggling to finish the last five problems on my assignment while he casually read a book in a language I couldn’t even place.

“Speenceeerrr.” I called from across the table, reaching in his direction with the saddest pout I could form.

“Don’t whine,” he answered without even looking up. Jerk.

“I’m bored,” I continued to whine without any shame, “Can I come sit on your lap?”

“No.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I realized he was in one of his stubborn moods. But that was fine.  I could deal with stubborn.

“Please?” I asked, only to receive another immediate “No.”

This time I put both of my hands in front of me, pressing my breasts together while I leaned over the table as I asked, “… Pretty please?”

That was enough to get him to finally lower his book, peeking across the table to see me staring at him with wide doe eyes and a coy smile.

“You’re very cute,” he said with an extremely brief smile, returning back to his book when he concluded, “Still no.”

“Come on!” I cried with a groan, “I promise I’ll behave.”

He laughed at that, idly flipping a page before speaking. “Oh, you do? You promise?”

“Yes!”

“Fine. Bring your homework,” he instructed, gesturing to me to come over without ever putting down his book.

I scrambled to collect everything, happily padding over to him and dumping my book, notepad, and pencils in front of him. Once I was there, though, he suddenly raised his hand to stop me.

“Take off your pants.”

With a raised eyebrow, I shifted my hip to the side to inspect his suspiciously calm, vague demeanor.

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

Considering that response was completely unhelpful but also incredibly hot, I listened. I tried to make a little bit of a show out of it, but his eyes were glued to the page in front of him until my pants finally hit the ground.

“Take off the rest.”

It was then that he started to look at me. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, licking his lips as he began undoing his own pants.

The sound of his buckle coming undone was enough to spark butterflies in my stomach, and I began removing my underwear with a renewed vigor.

“Don’t look so excited, little girl,” he warned in that low register that usually accompanied his more dominant persona. I considered arguing back, but ultimately just let out a playful giggle.

After he had finally removed his bottoms enough to reveal himself, I bounced on my toes as I waited for the command I knew was coming.

“Sit down.”

There it was. Allowing him to guide my hips to turn me around so that I was facing the table, I swung my leg over him to straddle his lap, lowering down onto him slowly.

And slow was the only word for it. He didn’t allow me to move more than an inch every few seconds, his breath hitching each time until I was fully seated on him.

I could feel the blood rushing to my face, my mouth hung open with hungry breaths. When I tried to begin moving my hips, however, he halted me with a firm grip on my hips.

He clicked his tongue in my ear, digging his fingers into my sides as he held me there. “I don’t think so. You’re going to sit here and stay very still until I tell you to move.”

“But—“ I barely got a word in edgewise before he countered.

“You promised to behave. Now do your homework. I want to finish what I’m reading.”

I huffed, struggling to move one more time and ultimately failing. “You can’t be serious.”

“Do your work and be patient and maybe I’ll fuck you, or get up and get nothing. Those are your options.”

I was certain that if I could see him, he would have that clever, devilish smirk he always wore when he was fucking with me. But I forced myself to keep my eyes straight ahead, leaning forward to grab my pencil from the table to hopefully finish my work quickly. If he wasn’t going to check it, I could just bullshit it.

Of course, as soon as my pencil hit the page he shifted underneath me in a very purposeful way, forcing himself even deeper into me.

“Fuck!” I gasped, gripping my pencil tighter as I arched my back.  

“Language.”

With a deep breath, I forced a smile as I issued an extremely sarcastic apology.

“Sorry, daddy.”

After that he was much kinder, allowing me to work without any more rude interruptions. Granted, my maximum capacity to function was still very low, and it took me at least ten minutes to finish three of the five questions.

It was hard enough having him inside of me, the warm throbbing of his cock like an extension of myself at this point, but once he finished the book, it was a completely different level of impossible. Because no sooner did the book hit the table than were both of his hands on me.

One hand remained rooted on my hip, halting any attempts at movement while the other crept up to fondle my chest. I took the new ministrations to be permission to move, but he quickly cut off that train of thought as he leaned his chest against my back.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.”

“Daddy—“ I desperately whined, my hips moving with a mind of their own even as he tried to hold me down. Spencer was still dedicated to making it worse, moving my hair to one side and latching his mouth onto my neck.

“Keep going,” he mumbled into the skin.  

So I tried. I cannot stress enough how hard I tried, my mind functioning much like a toddler being told to focus on math while sitting in front of a fucking funfetti birthday cake.

“Wrong.” Spencer whispered in my ear, his eyes apparently watching my botched attempts at my homework. With a general sound of displeasure, I erased my previous answer and changed it.

“Still wrong.”

Breaking the scene for just a second, I hoarsely begged, “Please, Spencer.”

He must have sensed my mounting frustration, because soon he was palming my breast much harder, his hand finally letting my hips begin to rock.

“Tell me, is it just because my dick is in you, or are you always this clueless?”

The breath left my lungs in short bursts, his words both hurtful and hot against my ear. I didn’t let it faze me, still scribbling some answer on the sheet while I spoke. “I-I told you before I can’t... I can’t focus when you’re inside me.”

He lowered his hands, running them down my bare thighs before dragging them back up, leaving angry red marks in his wake.

“You should’ve thought about that before you asked to sit on my lap.”

This time, he lightly nibbled on my ear once he stopped talking, laughing at the way a shiver ran through my body.

“I didn’t think you would do... this,” I quietly confessed.

“So you just wanted to tease me? And now you’re mad I beat you at your own game?”

Rocking back and forth, I groaned, “It wasn’t a game, I just wanted to sit on your lap!”

“And now you are sitting on my lap and you’re still whining.” He retorted, his hands returning to their heavy petting wherever they could reach.

“Because I want you to fuck me!”

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

If I had been sexually frustrated before, now I was essentially feral. The harder I tried to move, the more he tried to stop me until I got fed up, forcing out a few hostile words.

“Fuck you.”

His hand flew up to my face, grabbing my cheeks roughly and forcing my lips to pucker.

“Watch your mouth.”

“Why would I listen to you if you aren’t going to fuck me?” I muttered through my contorted face, now struggling to lift off his lap.

He wasn’t having that, though, and roughly tugged me back down onto him while he thrusted up into me.

“Because I said so,” he ever so kindly reminded.  

“Fuck!” I cried out at the rough intrusion, continuing with an even angrier exclamation, “Fuck you!”

“Fine.”

I’m not sure what it was about his voice when he uttered that one syllable, but dread coursed through my veins. I couldn’t tell exactly what was coming, but I knew he was going to have fun doing it.

“If you want me to fuck you, I will.”

Before I could protest, he had swept the items on the table onto the ground and lifted me off of him. He dropped me harshly against the table, standing so he could have the upper ground.

“After all, you have quite a bit of naughty behavior to answer for. And right now, I’m more than happy to administer the punishment.”

I rolled my eyes at the way he always managed to drag these things out. We both knew I was going to be a brat, so why waste our time with threats I clearly wanted him to follow through on?

“Just shut up and fuck me already.”

Spencer bitterly laughed, staring down at me with far too much amusement as his fingers brushed over my lips.

“How badly do you want it, little girl?” He said as he continued the trend of sudden, rough movements by shoving his fingers down my throat. “I should’ve warned you not to do anything to me you don’t expect me to do to you in return.”

Gagging lightly on his fingers pressing down against my tongue, I only felt my need for him to fuck me skyrocket. Through the lustful haze, I managed to remember what he had done to me in this situation… and how I had responded.

I bit down on his fingers just hard enough to leave a small indentation on them, and he jerked his hand back the same way I had.

His slap across my face was just as hard, too. The sound filled the room, and I had to bite back a moan at the way my cheek stung where his hand had hit.

When I turned my face back to him, I bit my lip before smiling.

“Do it again,” I giggled.

But he didn’t listen, because of course he didn’t. Instead, he grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my stomach on the table, my face pressed against the wood.

“I don’t take orders from you, bitch.”

Another shiver ran down my spine at his words paired with the sound of his belt slowly being removed from the loops of his pants.

“And honestly? I’m tired of hearing your voice.” He finished, his hand reaching around to open my mouth. He worked the belt between my teeth like a bit for a horse, tugging back on the material. With my head craned back, I began to rub my legs together, already missing the way it felt to be filled by him.

I tried to groan in disapproval, but it just came out as garbled noise. Spencer didn’t seem to mind.

“It’s been so long that you’ve forgotten I’m not as nice as you. That I’ve been taming brats a lot longer than you.”

For a moment I was left there just like that, laid out on his kitchen table for his consumption. I could tell from the silence that he was enjoying watching me squirm, taking in the brief image of me submitting to him without a fight.

But then the moment ended with one swift thrust into me. The force was enough to rattle the table and I grunted from the impact.

“If you’ve got a problem, don’t bother trying to tell me, because I don’t fucking care.” As he spoke, he gave a thrust after each clause, somehow becoming progressively more aggressive.

I’d felt him like this once before, although under different circumstances. This time he wasn’t just using me to get through pain. This was something else.

The freedom I could feel flowing between us was intoxicating, and for once in my life I didn’t want to fight him. I didn’t have to. He was already doing everything I could have ever asked of him.

At least, that’s what I thought until he started talking again.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he muttered under his breath, rolling his hips slowly to make sure he was fully entering me with each thrust. “You really love keeping your daddy’s cock warm, don’t you, little girl?”

It was always strange, to feel the duality of Spencer. The way that his words could sound so much like praise while littered with downright filthy words. Or how he used one hand to gag me with his belt and the other tenderly caressed my sides.

“You’re so good at being a pretty little slut for me. Letting me use you.”

His voice was so smooth, with a confidence I was unaccustomed to hearing from him. My fingernails scraped at the table, trying to fight against the way my entire body slid against the wood.

I could feel my muscles desperately clenching around him, my feet trying to remain on the floor. The light struggle didn’t go unnoticed, with a dark laugh coming from Spencer as he leaned over top of me, pressing me down with the weight of his body.  

“I don’t understand how a slut like you has such a tight little cunt.”

A loud moan escaped from the little space between my teeth and the leather, and I could feel the saliva dripping down my chin. Tears had already started forming in my eyes, my cheekbone still raw from his hand now burning against the table.

“What’s it going to take to break you, huh? Or have I already?” He whispered as his fingers gripped my hips with bruising force.

“No fight left in you, little girl? You gonna give up? You gonna cry?” He mocked, earning my first attempt at a response. The gag got in my way, though, and it just came out as a wrecked sob as he entered me with another rough thrust.

“Speak up.”

The next noise out of my mouth was a guttural groan, my back arching enough to lift my face from the table and loosen the belt against my lips.

“Here, I’ll make it easier for you.” He said before using his hand to wrench the accessory from my teeth, tossing it in front of me on the table. I could see my teeth marks against the leather.

“S-Spe…” I tried, but couldn’t even finish his name. My mind seemed somewhere else, some place to which only he could take me. Nothing else mattered here; nothing except pleasing him.

Which is what made his nails against my skin so exciting. But still, it wasn’t nearly as exciting as the way he continued to laugh at the mess he made of me.

“How pathetic. You can’t even say my name? Doesn’t matter anyway.” He stood back up, providing him the leverage to drive further into me once more, pulling my hips back against him with both hands now.

“A useful cunt doesn’t talk. So don’t even think about bothering with your little safe word now. I’m not stopping until I’m finished taking what’s mine.”

I’m not sure if it was from the way my lips caught on the wood, how hard I was biting down on my lip, or a mark from the belt, but I could taste blood somewhere on my lips.  

“Don’t stop.” My voice was weak and hoarse from disuse, but the words were audible, and that’s all I cared about.

I was a little surprised, though, when Spencer immediately withdrew. Then I realized that I had inadvertently given him another order, and he didn’t seem too happy about the fact it was one he wanted to follow.

With much more strength than needed, he lifted me by my arm and flipped me onto my back. My joints had given up even when the rest of me hadn’t, leaving me lolling like a rag doll under his will.

I could only imagine what he saw, my cheek only slightly less red than the blood tainted spit covering my chin as I held my body open to him.

The smirk on his face was positively feral, like a predator admiring his catch before going in for the kill.

“You’re so fucking filthy. You actually like this, don’t you?”

When I didn’t immediately answer, he brought his hand against my cheek much lighter this time. Although I knew it wasn’t a smart response, I couldn’t help but giggle at the way it caused goosebumps to ripple over my skin.

His hips snapped forward, entering me completely all at once. Spencer couldn’t stop himself from moaning, belying his stoic nature in scenes like this. He was enjoying himself so much that he couldn’t hide it anymore, and the thought just made my heart beat harder.

“Fuck me harder, daddy!” I suddenly begged, rocking my hips forward in time with his thrusts.

“God, you’re such a dirty bitch,” he responded, doing exactly what I’d asked by driving into me as the table screeched against the floor. It didn’t last long, with his hand coming up to my throat and clenching my airway within seconds. There was no warning this time.

“You’re nothing but a little toy that likes being fucked like a cheap whore.”

I would have screamed out in agreement, but I could barely manage to breathe under his unrelenting grip. Instead, my eyes began to roll to the back of my head, my mouth open in an attempt to take in any air.

“Go ahead, go to sleep, little girl. I don’t need you to be awake for this part.”

The butterflies in my stomach had migrated to my chest, filling every inch of space that used to be filled with air. The burning in my face was even hotter now, and I honestly felt I might collapse in on myself if he didn’t finish soon.

Luckily, his hips began to falter the longer he watched me scraping at his hand on my throat. With one more thrust, he threw his head back with closed eyes.

The sweat on his brow showed just how much of himself he gave to this moment, and I couldn’t have been more grateful. Seeing him come undone inside of me was one of my favorite past times.

“Fuck!” He growled through clenched teeth. His fingers twitched harder against my neck as I felt him spill his release deep inside of me, his hips still trying to push further into me. Once he opened his eyes, it’s like he suddenly remembered that I still hadn’t taken a breath, my face draining of color before he quickly lifted his hand.

I gasped, my lungs both burning and finally relaxing as they filled with air. My energy nearly drained, I hoped to god that he wasn’t planning on making me move anytime soon. For once, I was actually grateful that he hadn’t tried to get me off, too. I’m not sure I could take it.

I closed my eyes and laughed to myself about the irony of me not protesting him staying inside me now. Soon enough, he had pulled out of me, muttering another string of curse words as he tried to find the ability to walk the few feet over to the counter.

The sound of running water felt so far away and so serene. I smiled, knowing what was coming before it happened.

Sure enough, his hands were on me once more, cleaning away the evidence he’d left behind with a warm paper towel.

My face was last, with him taking extra care to be gentle. My eyes fluttered open, looking at the way he seemed to look straight into my soul, seeking any validation he could find that I was going to be alright.

“How are you, little girl?” He asked anyway, and I just sucked my bottom lip into my mouth as I smiled.

“Dirty.”

I had meant it as a joke, but I could see a flash of guilt in his eyes. Grabbing his forearm, I started to try to sit up against my body’s wishes. Something told me he needed me to be closer to him. He needed me to be okay.

“Can you stand up?” He asked, supporting my body weight with both hands on my back.

“Yeah, I think so,” I laughed.

Once I was upright, I realized that while he was still fully dressed, my legs were fucking freezing. Spencer noticed, too, and already had a plan in place for this situation.

“Let me clean you up.”

“You already did,” I responded with a nervous glance when his fingers ran through a piece of my hair hanging in my face. He just gave me that judgmental, deadpan expression that told me he knew I was trying to get out of something.

“Come on,” he said with a light pat on my ass before guiding me towards the bathroom. “We need to warm you up, anyway.”

I couldn’t argue with that; honestly, the idea of a shower sounded delightful. Still, some part of me felt strangely awkward about something so intimate. I clearly wasn’t nervous about him seeing me naked.

The thought of him taking care of me, delicately cleaning away any remaining evidence of sin, just got me much too excited. It didn’t take me long to realize that my apprehension wasn’t going to stop him.

He kept his hand wrapped around mine the whole time, even as he turned on the shower and checked the water. I didn’t mind, enjoying the glimpse into domestic life with Spencer Reid.

Although I was perfectly capable of doing it myself, I let him take off my remaining clothes before helping him remove his.

Steam filled the room that was remarkably calm. The usual suffocating sexual tension felt worlds away as Spencer helped me into the shower. My muscles immediately responded to the hot water, and I let out a happy sigh as I heard him enter behind me.

His hands were back on me, gently caressing every curve of my body under the water. Still, his touch was not sexual in the traditional sense. He pulled me closer, letting the water fall over both of us until there was nothing dry left.

Normally it would uncomfortable, for one of us to have to remain outside of the water, but Spencer didn’t seem to mind. It was like all of the focus he had in that supercharged brain could only be placed on me. Keeping me happy, safe, and warm.

And I was.

I couldn’t tell if he knew that. It felt like he didn’t.

With my back still to him, I heard him rustling with the travel-sized bottles I’d started to leave behind. I wondered to myself if I should just start leaving regular items now.

I was distracted from the thought by his fingers diligently working through my hair and on my scalp, massaging the product into a lather. For a touch I claimed to be nonsexual, I felt it all over my body.

Tilting my head further back, I nearly fell over onto him in the pleasurable haze he’d created. He just gave a small chuckle, nudging me back up so he could continue.

Before he finished, I gave a soft sigh and a mewl. When he turned me around to begin helping me wash it out, I saw the goofy smile on his face.

“I love you.” He said it like it needed to be said at all. As if he weren’t tenderly caring for me in that very moment.

A selfish part of me hated when he said it, because I still wasn’t sure when I could say it back. It seemed like there was never a right time. Before, he had been worried it would be about the suspected pregnancy, and then it had been the drugs. Now, I feared it would be swallowed into that post-coital dysphoria he always brought up.

Thankfully, he didn’t make me say anything.

“Close your eyes.” He said, tilting my chin back and maneuvering his fingers through my hair to rid it of the shampoo.

It had been a long time since I’d felt cared for like this. I didn’t know how to react. My heart was overwhelmed.

He repeated the process with the conditioner, and I remained silent once again. But Spencer didn’t seem like he missed our usual snarky repartee. I began to worry something deeper was wrong... again.

That thought was an unfortunate one to have, because it caused me to turn around. I took his hands in mine, stretching out his arms to see the remnants of bruises still peppered over his skin.

“Don’t think like that, little girl.”

His voice was harsh and crackling, filled to the brim with self loathing that I always hated to hear.

“They’re fading away, and I’m still here. There...” he paused, swallowing and trying to keep himself steady before continuing, “there won’t be any more.”

But there was still a struggle in his words. I wasn’t looking to chastise him, and it hurt to see he expected it. Which is why I began to slowly shift so that he was under the water, a weird mix of a smile masquerading as a pout.

Once he was under the water, he made a face at the way it hit him differently at his height. I ignored it, grabbing his soap from the side of the tub and pouring it into my hand.

He didn’t say anything when I started to run my hands over his chest and back. He just watched me with a quiet reverence, his eyes occasionally closing with a sigh of relief.

They stayed shut when I moved to his arms, wishing I could just wash away what was left of his scars.

“I’m not worried.” I finally spoke as I took his hands in mine, smiling at the way my fingers could be so much smaller than his and still fit so perfectly in his hands. Using the positive inertia, I wrapped my arms around him and let the water wash over both of us like a third member of our embrace.

His hands stroked my back so delicately that I barely noticed them at all. As much as I enjoyed the dramatic change of pace from our earlier activities, there was something undoubtedly off with the way he was holding me now.

I let it go for a minute longer, just so we could make out way back out of the tub. With a speed that I would never expect from someone who had exerted as much energy as he had, Spencer had wrapped me in a towel and left to fetch me his clothes for me to wear in an instant. We both knew that I’d brought my own change of clothes, but neither of us spoke about it. It was much preferable, we had each privately decided, for me to be swamped in the fabrics he loved.

Not a moment too soon we were laying in his bed, curled into a messy pile of limbs trying to convince the other that our bodies really couldn’t exist without the other. I’m not sure if it was the way his fingers still dusted over me like they would shatter me or that look in his eyes, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling any longer.

“Babe,” I cautiously began, taking his hand and pressing it fully against the cheek he so clearly wanted to touch, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” It was curt and unconvincing, so I continued.

“Are you sure? You know how I feel about you lying to me.”

He sighed, rolling onto his back and away from me. His arm covered his face, but I could still see the way his eyebrows furrowed beneath it.

“No. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

At this point I was just so grateful that we’d finally made it far enough into our relationship that he didn’t feel the need to lie to me more than once. Still, I was terrified by what he could possibly say next. What was he going to tell me next? That he had a secret child? A wife?

“I just… Sometimes after we have sex I feel…”

He peeked at me, probably noting the confusion and anxiety clear in my features.

“… Like I’m the worst person in the world.”

Those previous emotions were quickly replaced with an exasperated and false gasp as I pulled myself over to him.

“Well, that does wonders for my self-esteem, Dr. Reid.” I laughed, looking up at him from where my head rested against his chest. His heart even sounded troubled somehow.

“No, it’s not that. God, no. You’re amazing.”

“I know, right?” I continued to joke, hoping that it would make his vulnerability at least a little bit easier. It seemed to work, and his arms found their home around me once again.

“I spend almost all of my time, every day, trying to find and stop murderers and rapists. The worst possible people on this earth; people that everyone agrees are evil incarnate, and then I come home and…”

He trailed off, but it was obvious what he was going to say. It was hard to hear him compare himself to the men he hunted. He didn’t talk often about work, but he’d said enough for my chest to hurt at the implication.

“Spencer…”

“How can I feel like I’m a good person when I get off on hurting something as beautiful and innocent as you?”

“I am not innocent,” I scoffed, pushing at his chest to prop myself up again. Positioning myself to hang above him, I smiled when his nose twitched from the way my hair tickled his face. His eyes flickered back and forth, seeing something I’m not sure I would ever understand.

“Yes, you are. It’s one of the many things I love most about you.”

His hand on the back of my head convinced me to close the gap between us. I planted a soft yet meaningful kiss on his lips, but it wasn’t enough to stop the racing thoughts.

“Spencer, you aren’t anything like those guys.” I assured him, running my hand through his damp hair that had just started to curl.

“I’m not always so sure.” His eyes had finally met mine, unsure and petrified all at once.

“Well, I am.” I didn’t know how to explain it to him. He was always the one who had the words to explain things. All I had were quotes from people much smarter than myself.

“Look me in my eyes right now and tell me that you would still enjoy it if you honestly knew I wasn’t having fun.”

“I don’t know.”

I could recognize that he didn’t mean it. Those endorphins he was always talking about were screwing with his head. I’d seen his reactions when I was in pain. He did not like it.

“Spencer. You’re just going to have to believe me when I say that you are a good man. One of the best I’ve ever known.”

His tongue swept over his lips before he bit down on it, trying to swallow his doubts before he could give them any more life.

“I love playing with you, and I trust you with my life because I know you would never do anything to risk it. Okay?”

Spencer looked like he was finally starting to get it. Either that or he had just realized I wasn’t going to change my mind. Regardless, he gave a small pout as he said, “Okay.”

Shimmying further onto him, I swung my leg over his hip so I was practically sprawled over him like a blanket.

“Now tell me you love me,” I teased, settling onto him while he groaned at the sudden weight.

“I do love you.” He laughed when he said it, which was my goal in the first place.

With feigned bashfulness I cooed, “Awww, thanks.”

“You’re such a dork.”

The insult was such a ridiculous notion to me that I was convinced I had heard him wrong.

“Wow, I’m going to pretend like the man with 3 PhDs didn’t just call me a dork.”

I nestled my face to his neck, feeling the way his heartbeat was fluctuating as we began to settle into the calmness of a simple night together.

“It takes a dork to love a dork,” he opined in the dorkiest manner possible. But considering how those words in his voice brought so much joy to my heart, I chose to accept his hypothesis.

“Pffft. Go to sleep, old man.” I muttered, reaching up to loosely cover his mouth with my hand. The feel of his mouth curling into a smile before kissing my palm was all I needed to feel safe enough to sleep.

“Thank you, (y/n).”

“Anytime.”

—————————————————

The next morning felt a lot like the way the previous night had ended. I swear, it was almost like Spencer and I hadn’t moved an inch throughout the night. Maybe we really had been that tired.

Either way, I wasn’t tired anymore. I knew that if I stayed splayed out on top of Spencer while I was this restless, I would wake him up anyway. So I slowly inched off, hoping not to disturb him too much.

To my surprise, he barely stirred. Don’t get me wrong; his arms followed my body and required all of my strength to peel them off of me.

“Babe, I have to get up. I’ll be right back.” I mumbled, practically crawling out of his grip while he grumbled nonsense into the pillow.

He was so adorable that I almost felt bad about leaving him there alone. Almost.

See, Spencer had done so much for me in our relationship up to this point that it was starting to feel lopsided. I didn’t like that. There is something about owing people anything that doesn’t sit right with me.

That’s why, after sleepily brushing my teeth and trying to control the disaster of a bird’s nest on my head that resulted from sleeping on wet hair, I set out to do some good old fashioned chores.

It wasn’t hard to figure out where Spencer kept things - one of the perks of having a boyfriend with such a hatred of germs, I guess.

I don’t honestly know how long I spent topping off the cleaning around his apartment, but it couldn’t have been that long. The place was basically already spotless. Once I was satisfied, I picked up the thing I had been avoiding: my homework.

And that’s when Spencer conveniently awoke, ready to distract me from finishing the last few problems once more.

“I never thought I’d see you willingly doing your homework.”

I turned around from the couch, smiling at the state of my sleepy boyfriend still wrapped in a blanket. Adorable.

“Well, someone distracted me last night.”

“Oh, did they?” He joked as he came over to plant a kiss on the top of my head before making his normal beeline to make his morning cup of coffee. 
But after I heard the familiar clinking of mugs, I paused my work with a smile.

“... Did you... did you do the dishes?”

“Yeah, why?” I called back, hearing the loud grinding of the gears moving in his mind.

“And made coffee.”

“Yes.”

I remained looking forward because somehow it made his confusion all the better. His hand was sliding against the counter top before moving to the stovetop, where I heard him moving the grates.

“... Did you clean my entire kitchen?”

“You’re very perceptive, Dr. Reid.”

He laughed, walking back over to me from the other direction with a pleasant, if not goofy, grin. He was going to say something else, but stopped when he noticed the basket filled with clean laundry on the floor next to the couch.

“You did my laundry? How long have you been awake? How did I sleep through this?”

Although he bent over to pick up the basket and turned to carry it off to the bedroom, he kept his eyes on me, waiting for my answer.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, “A couple hours? You must have been tired.”

His eyes narrowed in an attempt to see through me, to learn the secrets of how I had managed to out-Spencer Reid him with my particularity.

“What? It’s not a very big place, Spencer. And most of your clothes are dry cleaned.”

As he walked away, I heard him groan. Like he should be embarrassed by the state of his apartment. Honestly, his starting point was cleaner than even the best deep clean would do for my apartment. If anyone was embarrassed, it was me.

“You should’ve woken me up,” he called from the hallway.

“You looked too cute!” I shouted back when he disappeared around the corner. “I didn’t want to ruin it. You don’t get enough sleep.”

Upon his return, he stood above me with a sarcastic scrutiny. I put my pencil down, looking up at him from my cross legged position on his couch.

“Is this what domestic life with you is like?” He asked, unable to hide his admiration any longer.

“Only when you’re nice to me.” I teased, reaching forward to grab the blanket still hanging over his shoulders to pull him closer to me.

“I’m always nice to you.”

“Then I guess that’s your answer.”

Losing his balance just a bit, he awkwardly stumbled onto the couch, plopping down next to me with the total lack of grace I’d come to expect from him.

“Well, thank you. You didn’t have to do any of that.”

“I wanted to.” I admitted, brushing his unruly curls out of his face. “Because now you have nothing to distract you from paying attention to me.”

He groaned, craning his neck away from me at the words, “Should’ve known there was a catch.”

“Oh yes,” I continued, climbing onto his lap with no resistance on his part. “I was thinking you and I could go to the park and…”

“Don’t say it,” he warned, raising a finger to my lips.

I didn’t care, and shouted past the digit, anyway.

“Please, Spencer! Take me for a picnic! Just once!”

“You know how I feel about picnics.”

Now it was my turn to whine, grabbing his hand between mine and lowering it, leaning forward in the hopes it would distract him.

“You can eat before and just feed me fruit. Spoil me rotten.”

My distractions didn’t work, and he didn’t even bother trying to kiss me back. He just spoke hurriedly into my lips.

“It’s not even just the food I’m worried about! Did you see the numbers of Lyme infections in the county?”

My eyebrows popped up, and I stuck my tongue out for a second in my excitement.

“Ooh, Doctor, you can check me for ticks,” I cooed.

Closing the space between us, I gave him a light, chaste kiss. Despite returning it, he also gave back a pout.

“Please don’t make me do this.”

Conveniently, he had forgotten that I was much more experienced at pouting. What I did next wasn’t really a pout, though, it was more like puppy dog eyes and a childish grin meant to evoke the strongest sense of guilt.

He dropped his head back, closing his eyes like he didn’t have an eidetic memory that would burn my cute nonsense into his brain.

“Why does the begging only work one way?”

“Is that a yes?” The excitement was clear in my voice, which must have sealed the deal.

Because he just sighed, running his hands up and down my waist.

“Fine. But I’m going to check you for ticks after and I promise you will not like it.”

This time when his hands made their way down my body, I rocked my hips against his. I could feel his erection already straining under his pants.

And he was acting like he was actually disappointed.

“You always say that and I always like it.” I pointed out, reorienting my heat over his erection and continuing my motions back and forth against him.

“Oh, really?” He tried to act calm, but I felt the way his fingers got tighter, his hips bucking up every couple of seconds.

“Yes,” I breathily whispered into his mouth before melting into a sloppy, frenzied kiss.

It didn’t last long, with his hand threading through my hair and pulling lightly to expose my neck to him.

“Tell me what you like, little girl.”

When he uttered the words, I noticed he was placing small kisses against the same pattern of his hand that had been wrapped around my neck. The thought alone consumed me, and I dug my fingers into his shoulders, gasping at the sensation of his tongue swirling patterns over my pulse.

“You,” was the only syllable I could express.

The light chuckle he gave sent shivers down my spine, his bottom lip dragging over my skin while he savored the newly forming memories.

“I never got to spoil you last night,” he reminded, bringing a hand down to stroke my thigh.

“Oh, I wasn’t disappointed at all.” I was going to continue, telling him that he didn’t have to get me off every time. Then again, I knew that he wasn’t going to accept that answer, anyway. Regardless, he spoke quickly and with confidence when he said, “I’m still going to make up for it. Take off your pants.”

I wasted no time springing up from my position with a cheeky little taunt. “This sounds familiar.”

“But this time you were a good girl.”

The distinction was not lost on me, and I had to admit hearing him call me a good girl in this context turned me on more than I had thought it would. Apparently, I was wrong for thinking I was entirely a brat, because right now I just wanted to hear him praise me.

“Maybe I should do that more often,” I happily hummed as I began to straddle him once more, pausing for a moment for him to lay languid, open-mouthed kisses against my breasts.  

He paused just for a second to growl, “Don’t you dare.”

I didn’t bother saying ‘I told you so’ because he was already pulling my hips down so that I could sink onto his length. Biting my lip to try and stifle the full moan, my fingers returned to their place embedded in his skin.

“Fuck,” he spoke under his breath and through a clenched jaw, “I don’t think you understand what you do to me.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. I could only guess the effect I had on him by just how stupid the bona fide genius got when I was around.

When I could look into his eyes again I pushed his hair back with both hands, trying to express my feelings with each roll of my hips.

“Tell me about it,” I purred, my mouth hanging open as he started to thrust up in slow, synchronized movements.

Through the heavy panting and strained motions of his muscles, he spoke with a clarity that demonstrated how long he’d thought about his words.

“I just… I’ve never been able to picture a future until the day I met you.”

My heart stopped for a moment before continuing its strong, hard rhythm against the inside of my rib cage. I wanted to see the look on his face, but he had buried his head into my neck and hair. Each inhale seemed so purposeful, reminding me that I smelled of his soap.

I smiled at the way his hands felt just like they had last night, holding themselves back from claiming me with the rough, greedy nature they so often did.

“I can recall any minor detail from any point in the past. I relive them so often, but the future? That was always this terrifying, suffocating concoction of unknowns until that night.”

It almost felt like I was there again, feeling the bass shaking the chair I was sitting in when I kissed him for the very first time. I thought about the compassion in his eyes when he learned the truth about our situation.

Although it had only a few months since then, it felt like a lifetime ago. I couldn’t and didn’t want to remember a life before Spencer Reid.

Once again reading my mind, he stopped laying kisses against my shoulders to hold my face in his hand, stroking my cheek while our bodies continued in their need.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

When he thrust up this time, his eyes shut and his mouth hung open as he pulled our foreheads together. I continued to watch him, watching how his eyebrows furrowed and he tried to focus on remembering this moment more than usual.

“A future with you, huh?” I whispered, my features softening as he struggled to look at me through his own infatuated haze. “It sounds nice.”

He smiled, and I continued before he could take my lips with his own.

“A white picket fence. Two little bratty genius babies.” My attempts to excite him were absolutely working, because with each idea I provided, the urgency with which he pulled me down increased.

“Just a normal, domestic life,” I laughed, my legs beginning to shake as he held me against him with each movement, “with Dr. and Mrs. Reid.”

“Fuck,” he muttered without providing any other answer before pressing his thumb against my puckered lips.

I took it into my mouth quickly, lavishing it with my tongue as much as I could before he removed it. His hand then shot down to where our bodies were joined, beginning to rub my clit in rough, circular strokes.

The trembling that was once contained to my legs spread throughout my entire body, the moans spilling out of my mouth without a care in the world for who might hear. As long as Spencer was enjoying my responses, that’s all that mattered to me.

I wanted him to see the things I could never say. The way I felt whenever I was with him.

“Don’t tempt me, little girl. Keeping talking like that and I’ll steal you away from whatever plans you had.” He spoke in my ear with that low register, his voice barely above a whisper.

I could hardly breathe, and I spent all my energy trying to follow his words.

“Take me.” I urged, feeling the tension in my muscles approaching their breaking point. “Take me, Spencer. Please.”

It was with those words that I felt my body give into him, my muscles gripping him and begging him to join me in my release. But he waited, giving a few more rough, deep thrusts into me.

“Just like a true daddy’s girl.” He chuckled, watching as I came undone, my body eventually going half limp in his arms. “You’re already spoiled rotten.”

My skin was sticky with sweat, and the sounds of our bodies colliding together in the dim morning light continued to overwhelm my senses. He seemed to enjoy the way he could clean me just to dirty me all over again, and I almost made a comment about it, but I couldn’t find the words in time.

Instead, I just whined, “I want more. I want it.”

He didn’t respond with words because he didn’t have to, his broken, shaky thrusts spoke for him. Using both hands to slam my body down against him one last time, he gave a guttural moan against the side of my face.

“It’s all for you, little girl.” He said between breaths. I cried out at the sensation of him filling me, my muscles clutching onto him like a vice, begging him to stay with me until he was completely spent.

He took the offer, pulling my body against his and leaning us back while we caught our breath. Eventually, I was the one to speak, my words suddenly sleepy and disoriented from the emotional toll of our encounter.

“Thank you.”

His chest still rose and fell with his deep breaths, trying to stabilize his heart before he spoke.

“For what?”

“Loving me.”

That look on his face was back; the one that begged me not to say the words back to him. I hated it. I wanted to tell him the truth, and now felt like such a perfect moment. But at the same time, I understood why he didn’t want it associated with sex.

‘Right now you just think that because your body is coursing with endorphins and adrenaline,’ I could hear him saying, ‘Once that goes away, you might find you feel differently about me.’

But it wasn’t true. I would feel this way about him forever. I already knew that with every fiber of my being. Then again, there was no point in arguing with him.

I would just continue to show him however I could, through loads of laundry and sleepy kisses. My ‘I love you’s would be subtly explaining who got what side of the bed and whether our children would look more like me or him.

At least for now. Until he decided he was ready, or until I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

I really hoped it would be the former.

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| Part 13 |

[samanthadalton]

Slowly falling (part 1)

Pairings: Kamilah x Amy 

This was an idea that came to me a couple of months ago but I’m glad that I finally get to start writing it now. It’s basically a rewrite of chapter 10 of book 1 with the castle attack but I’m putting my own little spin on the story and letting the slow burn unfold more. Hope you guys enjoy ❤️❤️❤️ (also im writing star crossed lovers its just gonna take a few days dw it’s coming) 

tw: mentions of blood and violence so reader discretion is advised 

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wordcount: 3.4k (its long i know im sorry i was excited) 

Screams fill the room as the first feral crashes through the door, letting out a blood-curdling screech to signal to the rest of the ferals to follow. Within seconds blood sprays all over the walls and floor as the ferals ravenously tear through the sea of vampires, letting their primal instincts out to play. In response, vampires begin running and fighting in all directions, while the humans run to safety, burrowing themselves into the smaller rooms, hoping to not end up as the gory decorations that besiege the room. Amidst all the chaos, the council leaders prepare themselves for battle, Adrian rolls up his sleeves, while Kamilah unsheathes her daggers from her dress. The Baron grabs a huge craving knife from the walls, as Vega stomps on a broken chair using two of its legs as deadly weapons, while Priya seizes a lit torch and begins to intimate the ferals near her,  Lester hisses and bares his fangs as the council members join the fray. Their eyes burn with anger, the redness mirroring the blood spilled as the blur of their bodies move with such elegance and precision slashing through the crowd of ferals. 

Amy watches, paralysed with fear before Lilly pulls her out of her reverie, dragging her away from the confrontation as the roars of both vampires and ferals echo through the hall, the reality of the deadly situation settling into her. Another assembly of ferals breaches through the halls and as Amy and Lily make their way towards the gardens, they lose sight of each other, as the crowds move in all directions, chaos only elevating. 

“Lily! Lily!” Amy frantically looks around the garden, her voice panicked while her breaths come heavy, unable to stop the terror taking over her body. She suddenly stops in her tracks, she slightly narrows her eyes towards the woods to see a lingering figure just standing at the edge before moving into the shadows of the trees and without any hesitation she follows after the figure. Her gaze darts around as she runs through the woods, a dubious feeling in the pit of her stomach but she subsides her doubts and pushes through. It isn’t until she hears a snarl she stops in her tracks, her heart practically leaping out of her chest. 

She slowly turns and sees a feral with blood dripping down its face as it hisses at the girl and leaps towards her. Amy lets out a yelp and leaps to the side, barely dodging its attack. “Oh my god!” The feral advances towards Amy ready to attack again, it manages to shove her to the floor, its slender fingers tightening around her arms, as blood slowly trickles down her arms. Amy lets out a sob as the feral bares its fangs, leaning closer to the girl’s face, ready to tear her to pieces. Drawing on all her strength, Amy attempts to push the feral away, her eyes scanning the environment looking for a weapon to help her. A small branch sits out of reach to her, and after a moment's deliberation, she uses one hand to reach out to the branch, her strength diminishing as she uses her other hand to hold the feral back. She grunts as she stretches her fingers, the feral digs its nails into Amy more and she screams in pain. Motivated by what she thinks are her last few moments, Amy lets out a primal cry and uses the last of her strength to grab onto the branch before plunging it through the feral's chest. The black blood splatters all over her face as she watches the feral turn into dust, the last few embers of it floating in the air as the wind blows it away. She takes a few moments to catch her breath before a resounding series of slow claps cuts through the silent atmosphere. 

“Damn, I was rooting for the feral.” 

The familiar voice brings shivers down Amy’s spine as she lifts her fatigued body off the ground, her voice a low gruff, “you.” 

“Yes, me.” Nicole stands before the girl, a sated smirk on her face as she steps closer to the girl, as she does, the moonlight shines down on her, specifically on the crossbow in her hands as she dangles it by her side. 

“You’re the one behind the feral attack.” Amy’s nostrils flare as she carefully watches Nicole’s grip on the crossbow tightening, slowly biding her time before she makes a move for it. 

“Wow looks and brains, I can see why Adrian chose you as his little pet.” She takes one step closer, all amusement wiped from her face as her gaze intensently burns into Amy’s. “Before I kill you, tell me something. How’d you know it was me?” 

Amy lip quivers slightly before she bites down on it, Nicole finds her display of fear amusing letting out a small chuckle, but she cocks her head to the side, curiosity glistening in her eyes. “Well?”

“You told us you wouldn’t be here tonight. And even though you were in the woods too, the feral only came for me.” 

“Mmm, two and two. I didn’t think you had it in you.” Nicole takes one more step towards Amy and levels up the crossbow to her forehead, “I guess Adrian needs to look for another assistant now.” 

“Why? Why are you doing this?” Amy cries out, she grits her teeth together in an endeavour to stop the tears in her eyes from falling. The corners of Nicole’s lips slightly quirk upwards as her finger hovers over trigger, “this goes far beyond you Amy. You’re just collateral.” 

“Who are you working for because I know Adrian would never want this.” 

“That old prude, please.” Nicole lets out an exasperated huff, “Adrian’s always been such a good boy following the rules, but he played me. Strung me along and made me do everything for him without giving me what I wanted most.” 

“You wanted to turn.”

“And he knew that, and he kept letting me get my hopes up until your idiotic friend had to get herself hurt and took my rightful place in his clan.” The glare in Nicole’s eyes turn to pure hatred, as her hands shake in fury, “but at least tonight I get my revenge.” Just as she’s about to pull the trigger, Amy tackles Nicole to the ground and the two women begin brawling with each other, trying to grab the crossbow. 

Amy wildly swings her arms and knocks the crossbow out of Nicole’s arms as Nicole delivers a sharp blow to Amy’s gut, knocking the wind out of her. The VP begins to crawl towards the crossbow and just as she reaches out to grab it, Amy jumps on her back and pulls her arm away. 

“Why...don’t...you...just….die?” Nicole rolls over, pushing Amy to the ground before wrapping her hands around the girl’s throat. “Guess we’ll do this the old fashioned way.” Amy begins hitting at Nicole’s sides, as her gaze slowly starts to become hazy. She feels the air leaving her burning lungs, as Nicole’s grip only tightens, a malicious smile on her face, contentedly watching as she drains the life out of the girl. A flood of adrenaline rushes through Amy’s body just as her life begins slipping away from her, and she uses the opportunity to gouge out Nicole’s eyes with her thumbs. In retort, Nicole hisses and loosens her grip arounds Amy’s neck. Amy lets out a huge gasp, letting the crisp air infiltrate her lungs and shoves Nicole off her body, reaching out for the crossbow and clamps her hands on it as soon as her hands touch it. Nicole freezes as she’s on her knees, expression startled, she lifts her hands up defenselessly and begins pleading. 

“Please..don’t do this.” 

Amy tightens her hold on the crossbow, trying to stop her shaking hands as she stares down Nicole, “why should I? You almost killed me.” 

Nicole shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes, “please, please.” 

“Stop! Just stop!” Amy keeps the crossbow aimed at Nicole but she doesn’t make a move to do anything. All of a sudden Nicole’s pleading stops as she smugly looks at the girl, a glimmer of gratification in her eyes. 

“You can’t do it.” The smile on Nicole’s face only broadens, she lets out a small devilish laugh as she slowly begins to stand, her hands still held up as she does. 

“Stop! Just stay there.” Amy apprehensively squeaks out, the crossbow still pointing at the VP. 

“You won’t do it. You’re not a killer.” Nicole degradingly pouts, her voice painfully demeaning, “you’re Adrian’s little pet. Too innocent for a world filled with killers.” 

“You don’t know anything about me,” Amy counters. 

“But I know enough. Why did you even agree to stay? You could’ve walked away, you could’ve had a clean conscience, no blood on your hands.” 

“I’ve never killed anyone!” 

“Really?” Nicole raises an inquisitive eyebrow as she slowly steps towards Amy, “tell that to the feral you just killed.” Nicole lunges forwards, trying to grab the weapon from Amy’s hand but the trigger jams and suddenly Nicole lets out a huff before dropping down to the floor, her hands clutching her chest as her clothes begin to soaked in a crimson liquid. Amy gasps, throwing the crossbow to the side as her hand uselessly hovers over the spike in Nicole’s chest before using her hands as a compress to stop the blood flow. 

“No. No. No. No. No.” Nicole’s blood permeates onto Amy’s hands, as she wipes her hands on her clothes before putting her hands back into the same position. “Please,” she whispers pleadingly as Nicole’s breaths come out in short intervals, blood sprouting from her mouth and oozing down her cheeks. When Amy meets Nicole’s eyes she doesn’t see any fear...just acceptance. Nicole laughs derisively, small flecks of blood falling on chin as she does. 

“You..have...no...idea...what’s..coming...next.” 

Amy momentarily freezes as Nicole’s words sink in, she realises she has still yet to learn who Nicole is working with but realises it’s too late when Nicole’s body is motionless, her eyes lifelessly hanging open. Amy lets out a choked sob, hands trembling as she glares at Nicole’s body, reality settling in. Her breaths become panicked, as she shuffles herself away from the body, she shields her eyes and uncontrollably breaks down. 

“Amy?” A soft voice calls out to her, and Amy lifts her head to see a worried Kamilah standing in front of her, her own face and hands painted in blood. Kamilah carefully turns her head to look at Nicole’s body before shifting her gaze back to the human, “did you?” she trails off as Amy frantically nods her head, her body still filled with tremors. “Hey.” Kamilah squats in front of the girl and carefully puts two fingers under her chin lifting her head until their eyes are trained on one another. “Take a deep breath in and then a deep breath out.” Amy attempts to follow Kamilah’s advice, inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly until she finally has control over her own breath. She nods in appreciation to the vampire. “Are you going to tell me what happened here?” 

“Kamilah I-” Amy murmurs, her voice laced with pain, “she’s the one behind the feral attack.” 

“What?” 

“She tried attacking me but the crossbow, it jammed and then-” Amy cuts herself off as tears begin brimming in her eyes. “I didn’t mean to” she violently shakes her head, as her body begins to tremble again. 

“Listen to me. You did her a favor.” Amy inquisitively gazes at Kamilah, confusion written on her face. 

“What are you talking about? I should’ve brought her back to her council, you guys should have dealt with it.” Kamilah tuts in response as she turns her head towards Nicole, fury burning in her eyes. 

“The council would have made her suffer for being behind the attack, you did an act of mercy.” 

“I don’t feel like I did,” Amy pulls her knees to her chest, hugging them tightly. Kamilah for the first time inspects the human’s, she assesses the mixed colours of black and red on her face and the scratches and blood all over her dress and arms. Kamilah stands and moves towards Nicole’s body and just as she’s about to lift her body Amy shouts out, “no! Please, no one can know about this.” 

“Amy…” 

“Please Kamilah,” Amy says pleadingly, “Adrian, Lily, they can’t find out, please.” 

Kamilah sighs, before she begins to rub her temples, “okay, wait here.” She wordlessly leaves and a few moments later returns with a shovel in her hands and begins digging in the ground next to Nicole’s body. When she’s created a hole deep enough, she carefully lifts Nicole’s body and lays into the newly dug hole and begins to fill it up again. Amy silently watches the soil hit Nicole’s body as the grave begins filling up until Nicole’s body is completely concealed. Kamilah lets out a huff before looking over to Amy who hasn’t moved from her spot in the last hour. “Amy?” Amy noncommitedly hums in response, her gaze never leaving Nicole’s grave. “Come on,” Kamilah reaches out her hand awaiting for Amy to take it and as Amy’s hands slide into hers, Kamilah effortlessly pulls Amy up, before pulling her hand away. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Kamilah walks out of the woods with Amy trailing behind her and the women catch the train, silence filling up the atmosphere as they wordlessly trudge up to Amy’s apartment. A breath of relief escapes Amy when she comes home to an empty apartment, glad that Lily isn’t here to question the state she’s in. Kamilah promptly stalks towards the bathroom and Amy closely follows behind. Kamilah grabs a towel from the cabinet and begins running the water, dabbling the towel under the water. “Come,” she commands as Amy obediently stands in front of the vampire as Kamilah lifts the wet towel and delicately begins dabbing away at the blood. Amy watches as Kamilah’s brows furrow ever so slightly, a hint of concern in her features as she softly wipes away at the blood. 

Without thinking, Amy lifts her hands to cup Kamilah’s face, Kamilah’s breath slightly hitches as she freezes while the human’s thumbs gently stroke the vampire’s cheeks, surveying the dried blood on her face. “There’s so much blood,” she quietly speaks out. 

Kamilah keepsher focus on wiping away the blood on Amy’s face, unable to look into her eyes, as she responds, “nothing that hasn’t happened before.” Kamilah freezes, her face scrunched up before her hand trails down Amy’s arm. “Take off your dress.” 

“What?” 

Kamilah stares at the human, her gaze serious. “Take. Off. The. Dress.” Amy turns and pulls the zipper down and as she does Kamilah gasps. 

“How did I not pick up on this before?” 

Her fingertip ghosts down Amy’s back as Amy looks over her shoulder, “picked up on what?” 

“You’re- you’re hurt.” Kamilah touches the large gash on Amy’s back and Amy’s recoils in pain. 

“Ow!” 

“Here, let me heal you.” Kamilah’s fangs descend as she lightly pricks her finger with her tooth and presses the blood onto Amy’s back. “There, it should heal soon.” 

“Thanks.” 

“This is taking too long, you should take a shower and clean off the rest of the blood.” Kamilah turns to leave but Amy grips her wrist slightly pulling the vampire back. 

“Please stay, I don’t want to be alone right now.” 

Kamilah contemplates but as she takes in Amy’s distraught demeanour, her gaze softens and she sighs, “okay.” Amy pushes off her dress, but keeps her bra and panties on as she steps into the shower and begins running the water. A few moments later, Kmailah follows suit, letting her dress join Amy’s on the floor as she steps into the shower half naked. 

Wordlessly Kamilah cups Amy’s face and lets the water begin to wash away the blood, her thumbs tenderly stroking the human’s jaw as she does. Amy, although slightly taken back by the vampire’s sudden benevolence, allows Kamilah to gently caress her face. In return Amy squirts some shower gel into her hands, letting the suds bubble up in her hands before cleaning away the blood on Kamilah’s face. Kamilah tenses, realising her abrupt hesitation, Amy stops but keeps her hands on Kamilah’s face, her eyes searching the vampire’s. When Kamilah doesn’t pull away, she continues rinsing off the blood as the two women soundlessly help each other to clean up, the intensity of the atmosphere being more intimate than any moment shared between them before.

Kamilah senses Amy’s mind drifting and speaks out, “it gets easier.” 

Amy looks up at the vampire, solemnly, “which part, the killing or the guilt?” 

They continue washing off the blood in silence until Kamilah replies, “both.”

Once they are cleaned up, Amy offers Kamilah some of her newer clothes to try on. Kamilah hesitantly but without complaint puts them on before moving towards the front door, when she turns back to look at Amy, Amy can already sense Kamilah’s walls being built back up as her usual cold demeanour takes over. 

“Right, I should be getting back to the council, Vega’s called an emergency meeting.” 

“Do you know what it’s for?” 

Kamilah shakes her head, her voice devastatingly monotone, “most likely to figure out how to spin this story and clean up the mess back at the mansion. According to Vega, amidst the..” she clears her throat and carefully chooses her words, “events of tonight, Marcel was killed by the ferals.” 

Amy gasps, sadness overcoming her senses, “oh my god.”

“Well, for now you need to lay low.” 

“What about Lily? Where is she?” 

“I’m not sure,” Amy sharply draws in her breath but Kamilah lays a hand on her shoulder, “Adrian told me she’s okay.” Amy exhales elatedly. “You need to find her and lay somewhere safe for now. Something tells me that someone was using Nicole as a puppet and your apartment might not be safe for you right now.” At the sound of Nicole’s name Amy tenses, fear creeping up on her. 

“Are you going to tell them?” 

“I promised you I wouldn’t. I’ll….figure it out but for now lay low okay?” 

Amy nods and Kamilah removes her hand from the girl’s shoulder before giving her a curt nod, leaving the human in the apartment. Amy takes out her phone and texts Lily, a few seconds later Lily responds and Amy pin drops a location for Lily to meet her at. 

Eventually she meets with Lily and Jax and Jax gives the girls a tour of the shadowden where the girls meet members of the clanless and seek refuge in the shadowden for a few hours. Eventually a commotion of voices interrupt the tour as they step out to see Kamilah being held by two clanless as the crowd begin cheering and screaming at her presence. When Amy looks at Kamilah she feels a pang of disappointment in her chest as she sees Kamilah has changed back into her regular suit. After some convincing Jax lets the women go and they all go to Kamilah’s office for some privacy after Kamilah explains there has been a development in the recent attack. 

“Well? What’s going on?” Lily blurts out. Kamilah stalks towards her drinks tray pouring out half a glass of bourbon before downing it in one gulp. “Hello?” 

Kamilah shoots daggers at Lily and the young vampire immediately clamps her mouth shut. “It seems we have an issue.” 

“What’s wrong?” Amy asks and for the first time since Kamilah left Amy’s apartment, she stares directly into the human’s eyes, an unfamiliar glint in her eye. 

“They’re saying it’s Adrian.” Kamilah grits her teeth, her nostrils slightly flaring. 

“What is?” Lily raises an speculative eyebrow at the older vampire. 

“They’re saying he’s behind the attack at the castle.” 

“What? Who the hell is saying that?” Amy speaks out, the anger on her face almost matching the level of Kamilah’s. 

“The council. They’re giving him a trial in a week, to determine if he’s innocent or guilty.” 

“What happens if they think he’s guilty?” 

Kamilah squeezes the glass in her hand, crushing it into pieces as Amy and Lily share a worried glance, “he dies.” 

[honey-and-strawberry]

Demons (A Glimpse)

An OT7 MX Vampire x Spellcaster AU

Warning (for this piece): smut, swearing, jealousy, blood, marking, semi public, oral (male receiving), rough sex (but protected 👍🏼)

Named OC (May) paired with Wonho (written as Hoseok)

Word count: 1.5k

It’s been five days since my first interaction with these men and I never felt so powerful. I know this vitality ritual was supposed to be intense, but I didn’t expect to feel so...unstoppable.

Stocking the shelves with spellbooks, I skim through titles, hoping to find something on patrons. There’s a book on communicating with devils, no. A book on gifting through the law of nature, no. Come on, there has to be a book. It’s not like I can research this on the internet! My coworker, Derek, notices me distracted and taps on the shelf to get my attention, making me jump.

“Got some demons with you, May?” he casually laughs, unaware of my situation. Don’t get me started. I roll my eyes at the question.

“I wouldn’t say demons, but there are definitely some energies at my place” I mumble, continue stocking.

“Need a cleansing spell? A protection spell?” Derek offers. It’s not that I want to get rid of these...energies. I just need to see if there are resources for patron bonds. I got marked and I need to see how these relationships work.

“No, it’s not that, I want to see what the sacred texts have to say about patron bonds” I sigh.

“I’d be careful with those, once you’re bound, it could be impossible to break it” he warns. Thanks for being five days too late with that information, Derek. I try to reach for the top shelf to restock the spellbooks on conjuring. Derek lifts me by my waist to give me a couple of more inches of height, letting me slip the book between the others. He puts me down and I immediately step away from him. We may be work friends, but I’m not ok with contact like that without asking. The mark in the nape of my neck stings. I’m used to a pinch, but now it’s a sting? What’s different? Wait, where are they? It’s daylight, how could they be out? I’ll go find them and tell them to leave, I’m at work! I look over my shoulder, hoping they’re not right behind me, posing as a customer.

“Could you help me with the crystals, if you have a second?” Derek asks.

“Yes, but first, I’m going to see if there are some books in the back” I nod. I keep my eyes peeled as I go to the back room. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to come to my work. Would they?

I go to the back room, nothing out of the ordinary. This must be a fluke.

The second I’m clear inside the room, the door slams shut and locks simultaneously. The light shuts off, leaving me blind. A hand grabs my wrist and pulls me further into the room. I’m dragged to sit down on a chest that I assume holds charms. Out of fear, I breathe a spell of telekinesis to flick the lights back on. It’s Hoseok?! He’s alone? And he looks...pissed. He stands before me, arms crossed, huffing. I never saw him mad before, but I’d be a liar if I said this didn’t make him look ten times more attractive. His pecks are looking extra perky today. There’s a little pout in his mouth. His eyes say disappointed, but his lips say whiny.

“What are you doing here?” I bark for answers, crossing my legs.

“I came here to see you” Hoseok rolls his eyes. “And it seems like you already have someone grabbing your attention”. Oh my goodness, is he jealous of Derek? Gross.

“You mean my coworker?” I scoff. He tightens the grip around his waist. Ew, he is jealous.

“It’s cute that you’re jealous, but I’m at work” I giggle. He gasps.

“I’m not jealous” he exclaims. Oh? You’re not jealous? Let’s see about that.

“You didn’t like how he lifted me, did you?” I tease. Hoseok deeply inhales. I stand up, putting my hands on his strong shoulders covered by a loose t-shirt. One touch and I’m already shivering for more. The last time I put my hands on his shoulders like this, he’s railing me in the shower. He doesn’t even have to touch me and I’m weak for him.

“You didn’t like that he touched me?” I baby talk, pouting my lip for emphasis. He licks the tip of his fangs, keeping full eye contact. I take my finger and outline his plump lips. He’s cold to the touch, but it cools my boiling hot skin. Standing on my tippy-toes, I try to get closer to eye level with him.

“You know I’m yours” I whisper. I kiss his cheek as I purposely prick my finger on a fang. A drop of blood falls onto his bottom lip. The pupils of his eyes slowly dilate. He’s almost as easy as I am.

“Fuck” he murmurs.

“Take what’s yours” I whisper in his ear. He came here for me, right? Why would I disappoint him? A devilish thought springs in my head. I know how to make his visit worthwhile.

“Sit down” I seductively breathe. I guide him to the chest. He looks up at me in awe, amused by me taking control.

I get on my knees, pulling his tight jeans to his knees. His cock is already hard, suffocating in his boxer briefs. A condom falls from his jeans pocket. I look up at him, a single eyebrow arched.

“You must have been really hungry if you thought coming to my work was a smart idea” I chuckle.

“I-I” Hoseok attempts an explanation. I free his cock from his underwear, pumping a couple of times, some precum already dripping. He’s already moaning. I squeeze my finger that got pricked to bleed.

“Suck my finger” I direct, rubbing some blood on his tongue. The second his lips wrap around my finger, I bob down to take his tip into my mouth. Teasing with my tongue, I lightly kiss his tip. His thighs flex from the contact, his eyes shut closed, hands grabbing the corners of the chest. I take my hand off his shaft and rub his thigh to relax. He sucks generously as I glide my tongue along his length. He’s holding back, I know he can do more. Now that I lubed his cock with my tongue, I take all of him. He’s definitely one of the girthiest of the group, next to Jooheon. He bites down on my finger when my lips touch the base. There he is. My tongue rubs the underside of his cock as I lift my head, till his tip is at my lips. I get a rhythm bobbing my head, the faster I go, the harder he sucks my finger. The wetter my mouth, the more he moans. His breathing is getting heavier and heavier. I can’t have him cum yet, I want him to stay hard! I pull away from his cock, unleashing a whiny Hoseok I never seen before.

“Fuck me” I growl, grabbing the condom from the floor. Taking my finger back is going to be impossible. He pulls me up and strips me out of my jeans and panties, I kick the clothing aside. Taking the condom from me, he wraps himself so the finger could stay in his mouth. Hugging me in his arms, he does a swift smack on my ass, making me pleasantly yelp. I mount his lap, positioning myself over him. He hums something indescribable. Hands holding my ass, he lifts me and takes us to the door. The first thrust makes me feel the rush of adrenaline I was waiting for. I let out a moan deep from my diaphragm. Spitting out my finger, Hoseok latches onto my neck, no warning before biting. He’s feeling the adrenaline too. With each powerful thrust, I can feel my muscles get stronger. The sounds of wet skin slapping and mouth slurping fills the room, I don’t even care if my coworkers could hear it. He’s getting sloppy in drinking, I can feel a streak going down underneath my shirt. His hands shift to my hips, digging his nails, nearly puncturing skin. He slams me down as he thrusts upward, hitting me harder than I’m used to. I love it, but I need to be careful in case he goes feral. No one is here to save me if he does.

“Fuck, Hoseok” I scream. I’m close and he knows it, I usually cum pretty quick with him. His pace quickens, but keeps the same intensity.

“Please let me cum” I whine to myself. His chuckling tickles my neck. One of his hands reaches over to my clit and rubs vigorous circles with his thumb. I come undone, letting out a whale of a moan. My skin tingles, feeling like glitter sparkles. He’s not done, no no. I stopped him from cumming before, he’s going to make me regret it. He hammers into me, making me ache from the slam. That man is not going to let me walk, is he. One more mighty thrust and he holds me still. A little mewl escapes his mouth before he unlatches from my neck.

“Y-you” he pants. I softly shush him so he can catch his breath, his head nuzzling my chest. From his mouth to all the way down his neck is covered in my blood. It’s a little worrisome knowing he drank so much, he wasn’t so gluttonous before.

“I’m sorry I was jealous, baby” Hoseok breaths. “I didn’t want some guy to have a taste”.

(Edit courtesy of @uh0paque)

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Conquest (Nobunaga x Reader)

Finally! Something new and lovely! With the threat of Mitsuhide’s route release (major SQUEE action over here ‘cause I do love me some snek), the smut gears are churning again.  With any luck it won’t take as long next time to post something new. So…here you go. Enjoy!

Title: Conquest Pairing: Nobunaga x Female Rating: M (again, very NSFW) Length: 4100 words Description: AU game of Go, now with smut action!

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The soft clack of wooden soles filled the empty hallway, a stark counterpoint to the knocking of my heart as I made my way to the tenshu. My hands shook against one another inside the sleeves of my kimono. My belly quivered. So much rode on my winning just one game of Go. If I had any hope of returning to my time—of returning home—I needed to withstand Nobunaga’s advances. He was determined, a man possessed if I were honest in my description, and I stood no chance. Even with regular tutelage in both gameplay and battle strategy from Mitsunari, I was fooling myself to believe I was any contest for that terrible and beautiful tactician’s mind.

Having reached the door to Nobunaga’s room, I hesitated. I always hesitated. My heart was his long before he pressed his hand to my chest and claimed it for his own. It had taken nearly dying for me to accept that truth. Yet now that we were back in Azuchi, back in this familiar space with nothing to stop us save my own inhibitions… my body quaked with a mix of anticipation and fear.

What would he choose to claim tonight? How would I react? Did I want to let myself be claimed if I couldn’t prove his love for me?

I didn’t know. I wanted him as much as I wanted the air I breathed and I was even willing to take on all the awful things that came with him—ruthlessness, cruelty for the greater good, death—so long as I knew I would be more than a temporary plaything. For him, for his love, I could choose to stay…

I pushed the thought away and tapped my fingers against the door, sealing my fate.

“Nobunaga, I’m here.”

“Enter.”

And so I did, sliding the door to the side and slipping in. The sight of him robbed me of breath. Nobunaga lounged against his armrest from behind the goban with a thin smile on his lips, a predator even in repose. He stalked me with his gaze as I crossed the room on unsteady legs and took my seat on the vacant cushion. His gaze was appreciative and hungry. Haughty, as if my losing was already a foregone conclusion.

I wouldn’t let myself dwell on the fact that I had no chance of beating him as I picked up my first stone and followed his opening volley with one of my own. We were silent as we placed our pieces, the soft clack of the stones the only sound in the room. This game was…different than the last. Nobunaga was focused yet not, his gaze traveling upward to my face more and more often as we claimed and lost territory. Despite my own distraction, I managed to hold my own until the very end. In a series of quick, incursive moves he wiped out the narrow lead I’d held for most of the game, crushing my territory in a solid and decisive victory.

“I win.”

…a phrase that haunted me. I stared at the goban in frustration. My losing was inevitable, yes, but no less annoying. Biting the inside of my cheek to keep from scowling, I leveled Nobunaga with a cold stare.

“So you did.”

He blinked in surprise. “No smart remarks from you?”

“What good would it do? You’ve already set the terms of our wager.”

“This is quite unlike you,” he responded. “Are you unwell, Y/N?”

“No.”

An arrogant smirk lifted one corner of his mouth. “Are you so desperate for my touch that you are willing to give in then?”

Yes. “No.”

“Then why not put up a fight?”

“Because you won.” He looked…disappointed almost, as if he’d expected a long battle. “Do you want me to fight?”

“I’ve come to expect it from you.”

“Well I’m just full of surprises, aren’t I?”

I found myself in his arms in the next breath, the sound of stones scattering across the tatami a distant echo behind the hammering of my heart as the spicy scents of cinnamon and incense surrounded me. My hands landed on his arms just above the elbows, my brain noting wildly in the moment that my hands didn’t even go half-way around.

“As am I,” he answered.

My skin prickled with awareness everywhere we touched. His ragged breath slipped over the skin of my throat, igniting the flame low in my belly as he leaned close and captured my earlobe between his teeth. I shivered, a tiny moan escaping my lips.

“Such sweet cries from one who shows no affect,” he murmured, his deep, sonorous voice rumbling through me and setting my nerve endings on fire. The tip of his nose moved down the line of my throat with the lightest of feathery touches then back up again. His fingers flexed against my hips, the warmth radiating from his body seeping into my skin through the layers of my kimono. “I would almost believe you enjoy yourself when I touch you.”

And there’s the trap, I thought.

Rather than implicate myself, I remained quiet, my fingers flexed against his arms to keep them from shaking while his lips slid over my skin to the split at the throat of my kimono. My head fell back and I bit my lip to keep from making another sound. He knew full well what he did to me. There was no need to stroke that massive ego of his further.

“What shall I claim tonight?” he asked, his lips moving against my skin. His fingers dropped to my leg where my kimono had bunched around my knees, sliding beneath the layers of fabric to tickle over my outer thigh. “I own so many parts of you, yet my lands are not connected. Your leg, your lap, your ear, your forehead, your hand…”

“You speak as if you’ve forgotten basic battle tactics,” I said. I was goading him and I knew it, but his touch did such wicked, wonderful things to me. “You may be a master at Go, but even I know that to win at Risk, you have to keep your territory intact.”

“What?” Nobunaga pulled back and looked down at me, curiosity burning in those beautiful, cinder-red eyes.

“A strategy game from my time. You start with a map of the world and use your armies to conquer the continents piece by piece.”

“It sounds delightful,” he said, a smile softening his sharp gaze. I knew I had his attention now. His curiosity was almost as insatiable as his hunger. “You will teach me this game.”

“Is that what you want for winning?” I question, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “Me to teach you a game?”

“Absolutely not,” he answered without hesitation, his fingers digging into my sides to remind me exactly where I was. “I will claim my prize and learn everything you know of this game.” He leaned in again, nibbling along the cuff of my ear and winning another moan for his trouble. “And then I will use that knowledge to destroy you again and again.”

“That’s not fair!”

Nobunaga groaned despite the smile on his face when he pulled back. “Will you give me no peace, woman?” he asked, his devilish expression turning predatory.

“Probably not,” I replied.

His hands threaded through my hair, his long fingers massaging my scalp in the process. I shivered as those calloused fingertips traced my ear and slid down my throat. His touch was more intoxicating than any sake, more addictive than any drug. The tiny voice of reason in my mind told me I should put a stop to this, but my heart and body craved him.

“I continue to claim you bit by bit, yet those lips of yours protest. Your body responds…” His fingers drifted over my shoulder and down my arm, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in their wake. “…and it tells me you want this.” My hand rose in response to his touch and our fingers threaded together. “Then you deny me.” His other hand slid to the back of my head, closing around my hair. “Perhaps you will be willing to relinquish control of those beautiful lips now.”

“You are a warrior, yes?” I asked.

“Yes…”

“Then how can you possibly enjoy the conquest if I don’t resist?”

Nobunaga’s gaze darkened and his smirk grew into a feral, hungry grin. “So you want to be hunted…to be claimed.”

In a breath I was on my back on the tatami, his large, muscular frame over me and filling my vision. Gone was the cold façade of the conqueror, replaced with a fiery new passion I’d never seen before. That look in his eyes, beautiful and desperate, it burned.

“If being claimed is what you desire…”

“You only get to claim one thing,” I reminded him at the same time I pushed against him. He did not move even an inch.

“But the choice is still mine,” he responded and began to map with his lips the parts of me he’d already taken—my hand, my ear, my forehead, my leg, his palm over my heart…

“Make your selection, Devil King.”

The flames in his carnelian eyes burned hotter and his smile twisted into something almost cruel.

“The Devil King is not interested in petty acquisitions,” he said, leaning in to drag the tip of his nose along my throat. “No…I want complete submission. Tonight you will give everything to me.”

“All is fair in love and war, Nobunaga. I will not submit.” I pushed harder against him and slipped away, rising on shaky legs to put some distance between the two of us. I couldn’t think with him so close, taking up all my attention.

Nobunaga tracked me with his gaze as I moved to the other side of the room and slid open the balcony door. He was enjoying this. Truth be told, so was I. My safety was never once in question; if I asked him to stop, he would. OF that one thing I was certain.

“Do you still intend to return to your time?” he asked, his rich, deep voice hinting at uncertainty.

“I…” I had thought so much about it but had yet to come to a conclusion. These games, his driving need for me to look only at him, the way I felt in his arms… Sasuke told me not to get attached, but I’d gone and done it without realizing it. I wanted Nobunaga and everything he was willing to give me. I could tell myself that now because to do otherwise would be unfair to either of us. Yet the thought that he could so callously take lives in the name of his ambition, though…

“My fireball is without retort.” He rose to his feet, fluid and graceful despite his considerable size. “How interesting.”

“I am not a toy, Nobunaga.”

“No…” he replied, eating up the distance between us with long strides. “My toys do not talk back to me.” Those long, lean fingers closed around my jaw. His thumb grazed my bottom lip. His eyes burned with that cold fire.

“If I claim these tonight,” he did it again, “will you try to stop me?”

I stared up at him, mouth open, breath coming in small gasps. Would I ask him to stop? Did I have the strength to push him away again?

“You’ve taken my heart,” I said, my voice thin and raspy against his fingertips, “what could be more important than that?”

“Is that…surrender I hear?” he questioned, closing the distance between us while his thumb continued to toy with my lips.

“Not even close,” I responded, catching his thumb between my teeth and biting harder than necessary. Nobunaga grunted in response, his gaze darkening as it focused on the spot where I, for once, held him captive.

“You are brave,” he said, pushing his thumb deeper into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around the callused digit, I reveled in the salty-sweet taste of his skin. I closed my lips around his knuckle, suckling gently and drawing a gasp from his throat. “Naughty girl,” he added, ripping his thump from my mouth as he closed the distance and claimed my lips.

Oh… Oooohhhh…..

He held me by the throat and the back of my head, plunging his tongue between my open lips and drawing me into a delicious new battle. His cinnamon-and-incense scent was infused into his lips, and I couldn’t stop the moan from rising as I twined my own tongue with his, enjoying this new kind of warfare.

My back hit the wall and Nobunaga’s strong arms caged me in. This man now owned me, body and soul. I only hoped I could live up to whatever expectations he’d built in his mind.

Nobunaga broke away from my mouth, his lips leaving a fiery trail along my jaw to my ear, then down my throat. Before I realized what was happening he had my kimono open, kissing and licking his way over my collarbone toward my breasts. My fingers carded through his soft, thick hair and my head fell back against the wall with a soft thump. I never wanted this feeling to end, but my competitive spirit flared to life under his touch.

“Nobunaga…” I gasped as his lips closed on the aching peak of my left breast. His hand rested above it and my heart hammered against his touch, urging him onward as he licked and suckled at my sensitive flesh. “That’s—mmm—that’s not…not your t-t-terri—ngghh—territory…”

“It’s too late for revolt,” he answered through his teeth, without letting go of my nipple.

“It isn’t revolt if you never had control of the territory in the first place.”

He let go of me with a wet pop and laughed. The jerk actually laughed at me. “So you’ve declared war against me, have you?” A smile slid onto his lips but a shiver overtook him as I moved my fingers against his scalp, dangerously close to the back of his neck. He tensed as if waiting for me to launch an attack.

“I did nothing of the sort. You declared war against me the moment you placed the goban between us.”

“Then you should save yourself the heartache and surrender to me.”

“There is no honor in surrender.”

His mouth fell open in a flash of surprise. Then Nobunaga raised one eyebrow and his smile widened further. The look in his eyes was one of pure heat. He was enjoying this as much as I was. “You do remember who I am, yes?”

“Of course.”

“Then who am I?” he asked, his fingers tickling along the length of my leg and causing me to shiver. My kimono hung open to the floor. He could have taken advantage at any moment, but he remained in his territory, his gaze locked firmly on mine.

“You,” I started, pulling my fingers from his hair. I placed my hand against his cheek, allowing his warmth to seep into my skin, “are the Oda Nobunaga, one of Japan’s great unifiers.” I allowed my smile to widen and my eyes to narrow. “and you are on your knees in front of me.” I captured his jaw in my other hand as his eyes widened, holding him tightly as I leaned close—so close that I could feel his ragged breath against my lips. “It would appear, my Lord, that you have submitted to me.”

“Have I?”

His gaze darkened and his fingers ceased their teasing torment along my skin. Something flashed in his eyes—something dangerous—and for a moment I wondered if I’d taken this game too far.

Too late now.

“A man who goes to his knees willingly is one who submits, is he not?”

Nobunaga laughed. The sound rumbled through me, spreading more of that delicious, tingling heat in its wake. “First rule of warfare, little one,” he said, and before I could draw my next breath, my back was against the cover of the futon, “when you have a man on his knees, you should always bind his hands so he cannot attack.” My kimono lay open on either side, the evening air cool against my overheated skin. Nobunaga held himself above me, his lower half nestled between my parted thighs. Everywhere he touched burned.

He captured my earlobe between his teeth, worrying it until I moaned with a mix of pleasure and pain. “A cornered man on the verge of surrender is often a desperate man.” He turned his attention to my neck, leaving small, stinging bites on my skin. “And a desperate man will stop at nothing to win.”

Nobunaga returned to my lips, drawing me into another rough, battling kiss, and when he released his hold on my mouth, my hands were bound above my head with my own obi cord.

“Do you know what I do to those who demand my submission?” he asked, teeth raking over my neck again. I stared up into his gaze and shook my head slowly. “I crush them beneath me.” Nobunaga flexed his hips against my core, unquestionable proof that he now had complete control over me. He stilled, dropping his mouth to my ear, and took a deep breath. “If you do not want this, Y/N, tell me now because I have no intention of stopping.”

His words excited me. Despite his complete domination of me, he was still concerned about my well-being. That alone urged me onward as I reached up with my bound wrists and took his face in my hands, drawing his mouth back to mine. He kissed me like a man possessed, with all the passion and fury locked inside his ice-bound heart.

“I will not submit,” I said, my voice small and shaking when we parted, and his eyes darkened further as if he waited for the perfect moment to deliver the death blow, “not without a fight.” Surprise filtered into his features and I thrust my hips upward, knocking him off balance just enough to be able to hook my leg over his and flip him onto his back. His surprise turned to shock and amusement as he found himself on his back, his wrists in my tied hands against the floor. I leaned over his big body, my unbound breasts pressing against his chest as I dropped my mouth close to his ear. “I can also demand submission,” I said, my lips grazing the cuff of his ear and causing him to shiver. A growl rumbled out of his throat and his hands flexed under mine, reminding me that he only allowed me the appearance of control.

“Demand what you like,” Nobunaga replied, a smile splitting his beautiful face, “it appears you and I seek the same goal.” He punctuated his words with an upward thrust of his hips. His arousal became apparent as his cock slid against my core, halted only by the fabric of his night robes.

Then I was on my back again, Nobunaga’s embrace gentle and his kiss punishing. He tore away the remainder of his clothing with one hand and settled his hips between my thighs. Those long, calloused fingers moved over my thigh to my hip, then between our bodies to seek out my wet heat. He dipped one finger inside and I answered with a moan.

“I see my little conqueror enjoys losing,” he said, laughing against my lips as a second finger joined in, pushing deep and stretching, preparing me. “It was an impressive battle,” he continued, curling his fingers up and finding that secret, sensitive place that caused my hips to rise of their own accord, chasing that bright point of pleasure, “and now I shall claim my reward.”

“Nobunaga…” I gasped as his fingers vanished, his name sliding into a long, low moan as he pushed inside, filling me almost to the point of pain. An answering rumble issued from his throat as we came together. Only when he was fully seated inside me did the sound die away.

“Mine…” he growled, catching my ear between his teeth once more as he began to move. My hips rose to meet his deep, hard thrusts, my body begging for more under his fast, steady rhythm. I looped my bound arms around his neck and clung to him desperately, my lips seeking purchase along his shoulder, at the base of his throat; anywhere I could touch became my territory as he drove me higher and higher into the most intense, sublime pleasure of my life. “Mine…” he groaned again, repeating the word like a prayer punctuated with tiny, stinging bites over my skin and long, delicious kisses. My belly quivered in anticipation as that knot of pleasure curled tighter and tighter, urged on by the draw and drag of his heavy member moving inside me. Nobunaga shifted his position, deepening his reach and bringing his hips down against me with each thrust. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, my head thrown back in ecstasy, and I shattered.

My channel tightened, drawing him deeper still as wave after wave of the most exquisite pleasure crashed over me. Still he rode me through it, his rhythm increasing and pushing me higher until he seated his hips fully against me and came with a loud, desperate moan.

Nobunaga collapsed against me, breathing hard, and I held him to me as we came down from the pleasure high, his hips still gently rocking and my own rising to meet his movements. Tiny aftershocks of pleasure jolted my core as the realization of what I’d done tried to take control. I’d given him everything he wanted without securing my own requirements. But the way he’d looked at me…

I pushed the thoughts away, leaning up to kiss the top of his head. His soft, feathery hair tickled my face and I felt his cheek tighten against my chest as he smiled. Nobunaga pulled my arms from around his neck and rolled, pulling me to lay atop his body yet retaining our intimate connection. He released my wrists, kissing the angry, red lines where the silk had burned my skin. His fingers combed through my hair and slid down my back, holding me to him.

“You are a truly amazing creature, Y/N.” He laughed, the sound rumbling all the way through me and rekindling that fire burning in my core. I looked up, suddenly bashful as he stared down his nose at me with a new intensity to his gaze.

“How so?”

“You bring out both the best and worst in me.” He punctuated the statement with an upward thrust of his hips that told me he was nowhere near finished. He was still inside me, and his cock was already stiffening again. The action drew a low, weak moan out of me. “You allow me to play out the most lurid of fantasies. You give me exactly what I need.”

“A-and what is…is that?” I asked, fighting to stay focused on his words as his movements under me became more pronounced.

“A beautiful, entertaining bedmate of which I may never tire,” he answered, sitting up and capturing my mouth as he brought my hips down hard against his. He held me in his lap, my legs bent on either side of him, and thrust upward again, urging me to move. Those big, broad arms closed around me, placing me exactly where he wanted me as he continued his slow, languid kiss.

This second round was less desperate; slower, more intimate. We kissed long and deep, his tongue twining around mine and expressing the affection he couldn’t vocalize. My hips rocked against his slow thrusts, tilting so that each time we came together, the brush of his hips stimulated me further. Though we were less frantic, every sensation seemed heightened. It was less about chasing the climax than enjoying the moment, and enjoy it we certainly did.

Nobunaga held me tight, his fingers dancing over my skin as we moved together, our bodies instinctually finding a rhythm together and stoking those low-burning flames until we came together in a strangled series of whispers and moans.

We collapsed together into the bed, exhausted and delirious with pleasure. I dozed against his shoulder. He slept with his head against my breast, never allowing me farther away than his arms could reach. Throughout the night we sought the warmth and pleasure of each other’s bodies time and time again until the sun began to rise.

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Hyunjin "Play With Fire (Feat. Yacht Money)" (원곡 : Sam Tinnesz) | [Stray Kids : SKZ-PLAYER]     ~A Love Letter~

I talk about why I love this video so much and deliver an excruciatingly detailed play by play of it, but why read a two thousand word, five page essay on a three minute video when you can just go watch the aforementioned three minute video? Forget me spending hours writing this, why are you here, seriously, it would take you significantly less time to watch the actual video. Regardless, enjoy my attempt to refrain from saying the same three things, “he's so cool”, “I love him”, and “this is so good”, in exchange for a  more, hopefully, academically professional sound.

Watching him perform never fails to put me in a trance, it’s incredibly captivating how precise and sharp while simultaneously lively and energy-filled his movements are. This video feels reminiscent of enjoying a movie I’ve seen countless times, memorized every line of dialogue from, and genuinely think of every part as the best it has to offer. I greatly missed seeing him dance and having this as his grand welcome back into the spotlight is nothing less of a gift. Every second leaves my heart pounding and as excited as the last, as he continuously tops himself the longer I watch. I feel that revisiting the video is the least I can do, for giving it only one view doesn’t feel morally acceptable if I intend to truly appreciate it for that art that it is. Dramatic of me? Perhaps, but I can’t help but perceive it as more than just this one video that was uploaded onto their YouTube channel. It isn’t just about all of the work he and others put into the making of this particular video, his choreography for the song was a result of years upon years of practice and learning different techniques. A performance this good doesn’t only involve technical skill though, but also skill in regards to one’s inner mind. To have confidence in one’s self, to hit every move powerfully, to know what you’re doing and be unapologetic about it, that is skill. Sure, the performer is at the focus of any performance, but don’t forget that it’s also about the audience, it is after all for the enjoyment of the viewer. If the audience senses your doubt and insecurity and uncertainty, it will make your stage that much less enjoyable. Whatever you feel, they can feel too. When I watch him, I don’t feel any of that. In fact, I feel the exact opposite, I feel inspired, motivated, confident, excited to advance in my own endeavors. The emotion that this video evokes from me goes beyond anything Stray Kids or K-Pop or even dance itself, it makes me want to be a better person, be kinder to myself and work harder. That might sound like a lot for one video to do for someone, but it’s the truth. All of the details, even down to the individual frames, it all works together to create the most gratifying viewing experience. At the time of writing this, the video has just hit five million views and has over one million likes, only a mere three days after its initial upload.

The first shot of his footsteps alone,  as he goes to stand in front of the mirror, I already feel this sense of importance coming from him, delicate, yet powerful. The setting, cold and empty, yet inviting, it makes room for him and gives him just enough light to be seen, for he doesn’t need all that much help to surely shine. The credits that pop up use a dark shade of pink-red for it’s background color and white text that acknowledges the same deep red imagery and text associated with the material of the original work. His outfit is neat and pristine with some sparkle, resembling one a prince would seem fit. He stares at his reflection, holding a sheer white ribbon in his mouth, gathers a section of hair behind his head and proceeds to tie it with said ribbon. The music starts as he finishes tying and lets his arms fall down at his sides. The over the shoulder shot looking into the mirror, shows that his expression is neutral, almost calm. This can most certainly be described as “the calm before the storm”, except the storm itself is antonymous to a tragedy, because when the singing starts, it’s as if his performance persona was turned on by a switch, a charismatic possession that took place in a matter of seconds that sends chills down your spine in the best way. His previously neutral, calm-like expression and gently resting arms are quickly replaced by the sudden placement of his right hand around his neck and a look that resembles more of  a vengeful, hesitant, and somehow playful one. Similar to what I’d imagine a villain would look like right before being bested during an epic fight sequence at the climax of a film. It’s satisfying to see him popping to the beat’s rhythm, his arms, wrists, and head smoothly illustrating the flow of the words, his focus and the secure angles he’s able to form before even fully utilizing his lower body. On the line “Got secrets I can’t tell”, he delicately places his pointer finger in between his teeth, as he turns back to meet the camera with his eyes, the shot now semi-closely focusing on both Hyunjin and his reflection as opposed to just one or the other. He extends his right arm, his hand forming a fist, and the camera movement making it as if I’ve been punched and sent flying. He stumbles to the middle of the room, does an opening gesture with his arms, like a proud baker showing off their completed wedding cake, along with a dramatic spin incorporating his thin, white, flowy cape. Reaching the pre-chorus, we get to see the room more clearly, like the stone pillars and the contrast of the small, warm lights on the walls to the grand grayness radiating from the large window that makes him appear as a near silhouette. There’s a certain holiness about him spending a count with his head down and arms out, much like the Crucifixion of Christ, before showcasing more of a demonic energy when he faces the window with his body, but bends backward and looks to the camera upside down. He rips off the cape, tosses it behind him, to his right. This could symbolize a transformation, an abandonment of a particularly purer image of oneself, a liberation. The music picks up, and the manner in which he dances is like a visual representation of one’s inner turmoil combined with an agenda to seduce those watching, wanting to dance for himself while taking us along for the ride. Now that the first minute of the video is out of the way, let’s continue.

The music fades into the background and the video takes on a sudden widescreen and grayscale appearance as he falls back on his right hand, flings his left hand over to his right shoulder, as though he’s been shot, and is being supported by his knees. He leans forward, places his right hand on the ground in front of him, uses his left hand to push his right knee over to achieve ideal balance, setting up his body roll. He extends his right leg back, getting close to the ground, and there’s something quite feral, yet intimate about the way he traces the length of his arm with his face and left hand. It looks like he’s taking out his frustrations through his moves while never sacrificing the detailed quality of the performance as a whole. It reminds me of how it’s more than common for artists to use their pain in their art, whether it be a point of well-intentioned expression with a specific purpose or simply an outlet for them to channel into. Hyunjin is the definition of aggressive elegance. The fullscreen, colorful display and music entirely return when he spins and lands on the ground in a Spider- Man esc pose, the room a lot warmer than even before the stylistic grayscale section. There’s hints of red, acting as a match that’s set to illuminate and ignite the puddle of gasoline that is him and his performance, that replaces the once colder, icy blue that previously enveloped his silhouette. He bounces to the beat showing off his proud, devilish smile that, instead of striking fear, makes me feel proud, as I’m essentially rooting for the villain in the movie. If the transition to the grayscale widescreen was him getting shot, then the transition back to fullscreen color is him emerging from his grave, an awakening. His shirt is no longer neatly tucked into his pants, but rather, hanging very loosely and mostly unbuttoned. He covers his face with his left hand, pulling it down for just a second before revealing his expression that has swiftly reverted to a roughly indifferent one. The inner conflict has greatly subsided, and focuses on the hesitant-free embracing of his newly discovered self, one of immense confidence and sex-appeal. Although, something about the flow of how he averts his gaze, looking to the left and not the lense, while pointing and doing body rolls at the camera, covers his eyes with crossed arms, and then allows for his hair to cover his eyes as well, makes me feel like he doesn’t want the viewer to know he is still at least a little bit shy. He quickly makes you forget though, because the next and final minute exaggerates everything he’s shown us up until this point, taking it to a whole new, spectacular level.

The bridge of the song creates a slower, softer atmosphere, which is beautifully interpreted with how Hyunjin carries himself during this part. Bigger gestures that blend into each other seamlessly, centering on really taking up the space he’s in. He gently and precisely lowers his body to the floor, collecting a white rose between his teeth. As soon as he returns to his upright stature, the setting changes dramatically. His hair now completely down, he’s under a spotlight in an otherwise pitch black and foggy room. There’s blue and red light reflecting off of his white top and his skin as he dances. This part feels more humane compared to the rest, with more of an obvious balance between sharp, impactful moves and tender, compassionate ones. He draws attention to his shoulders, brings his hands and feet close to his body, and showcases his red lit back. I particularly enjoy when he flicks his wrists and twists his ankles to the right in unison on the second syllable of “unstoppable”. For the “legendary animal” part of that line, his arms create a cage-like structure by doing a climbing motion and carrying it over all the way to the left. A cage in which he destroys the walls and breaks out of, shown by him punching downward on beat. From holding the rose in his mouth to holding it in his hand, he brings it over his head to his left shoulder, and raises his heels. He carries the rose down and around his left arm, his left arm momentarily resting at his waist, his right arm extended downward, he raises his heels again. His whole body lowers as a rigid wave starts at his up flicked wrists and subsequently elbows and shoulders. This collection of gestures results in petals falling off of the rose. He then inevitably throws it into the void, out of the reach of the lovely spotlight. I see this spotlight dance as a danse macabre, or dance of death. The white ribbon, white shirt, and white rose all coming together to illustrate this innocent and pure quality to him, that through this dance, he finalizes the renouncement of. He is more than ready to embrace a new and different side of him, but especially to get rid of the older and repetitive side that felt restrictive more than anything. The spotlight dance ends with Hyunjin looking directly into the camera, tracing his right hand down his chest and to his side, and the camera backing away. The last chorus of the song brings us back to the oh so familiar main room, Hyunjin’s hair back to being tied up, the lighting is the same, but there’s something that stands out. His shirt is on the verge of being completely unbuttoned and that allows for something alluringly shiny to be fully in view compared to before. The video comes full circle with Hyunjin’s hand around his neck, he stands in the hallway, and walks away a new man as the screen fades to black. 

As I wrap up this essay on Hyunjin’s “Play With Fire (Feat. Yacht Money)”, original song by Sam Tinnesz, Stray Kids: SKZ-PLAYER, the video has reached six million views, a million more than when I first started writing this, and I feel proud to have spent a day simply pouring my heart and mind out on this wordy display of my appreciation. Don’t be fooled though, for my necessary research, I guess you could call it, for this project may no longer be so necessary, I shall continue to watch and applaud the masterpiece and experience that is this video for my own personal enjoyment, much like how this whole piece was written for my own personal enjoyment. It was an interesting challenge to properly voice not only the contents of the video but also my thoughts and feelings on it. Hyunjin is a highly valued dancer, member of Stray Kids, and person and five pages isn’t ever going to be enough to fully explain the respect and admiration I feel for him and his various projects. I think he’s really cool, I experience all sorts of fiery euphoria watching him dance, his rap and singing alike are addictive as hell, and he’s pretty, haha. I missed him a lot while he was inactive, and I’m so happy to have him back and doing great things as per usual. I’m excited to see what he and the rest of the group have left to show us this year. I advise you to watch the video if you haven’t, but somehow ended up reading an essay on it first, and if you’ve already seen it, watch it again, yeah. I’ll leave you with lovely thoughts and lovely vibes and I hope you too can appreciate the work he’s put into the video, as well as my work on this essay. Thank you for taking the time to read my love letter, essentially, and bye for now ^ ^

[beesandbravery]

can i ask u to talk about pynch and religious parallels,,, im genuinely interested (also i read trc a long time ago and i dont remember them that much 😔✊) if u don’t want to that’s cool!! just delete this and forget about it lol no pressure or anything

anon i am more than happy to do so, but just fair warning that i am writing this off the top of my head. maybe when i read trc again i'll make and actual itemized list of the religious parallels lol

now, the biggest and most obvious parallel is adam. i know i just said it was obvious but ngl it took me until my second or third read through of trc to realize that adam's name is Adam. you know, the guy from the bible. you know, the first man. the guy who doomed humanity forever. yeah that guy. and our adam, adam parrish, was the first and only man that ronan fell in love with. ronan's feelings for adam were what made him eventually come to terms with and accept his sexuality. or "doomed" ronan, if you want to be dramatic. but it works both ways, since ronan is constantly referred to as a snake, or devilish, or something of the sort. and adam is obviously adam. find another otp that is a beautiful mirror of the fall of humanity, i'll wait. also! the first adam was literally made of dirt and adam parrish is described using the words dirt and dust so many times it's ridiculous. that fact is less pynch related but still a parallel.

the other big one is ronan's powers. there is a scene in the dream thieves where ronan is in church, praying on his knees and asking God something along the lines of "why am i like this?". this line in particular makes me go absolutely feral bc as someone who is gay and repressed and dealing with religious guilt while still being religious, this hits home! i've been there buddy! but there's more to it for ronan. maggie stiefvater leaves that line intentionally ambiguous. ronan is talking about his sexuality and his powers. literal magic powers which would no doubt be heavily frowned upon by the church. so not only is ronan gay, he's also a wizard or some shit so that just takes the religious guilt to a whole new level. and on top of that is the essence of his powers. remember in blue lily lily blue, when adam said "maybe there were two gods in this church" after watching ronan do his thing? ronan can literally make something from nothing. he can create perfect (or not so perfect) copies of things, living or non living. or he can make something completely new from scratch! sound familiar? and this is where it ropes back to creation and eden and all that. what is more blasphemous than having the same power that God has? having that power and also being gay! poor ronan, honestly. can't the boy go one day without being compared to God or the devil?

and that's all i've got at the moment. i'm sure there are a bunch of little things that i've over looked but it's been over a year since my last reread. and thank you for giving me an excuse to rant! even if it was messy lol

[ravenalikesdabi]

First fic ever

Hey, this is just a drabble I´’ve been working on, after years of reading intensively I just hope this is not bad at all, if you have any suggestions please feel free to ask me. There are no real warnings here, it may just get angst. Word count: 1081 

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You had no idea where you have been all this time.

One day you were buying new books related to your thesis and the other you were surrounded by strangers, strangers that keep you enslaved, well, that´s the only thing you can perceived under all those drugs.

Pain, many hands touching your body, your own quirk being manipulated without your consciousness. Maybe all this was your fault, you shouldn’t have caught so much attention around yourself, you made so many people mad about exposing the defects of the levels of strengths in quirks, you never mentioned yours though.

You hated your quirk so bad; it was the reason you made all of this from the beginning. It was considered high potential, but you knew it had so many defects that it wasn´t worth the try, you never wanted to become a hero, mother forced you to enter to UA and then you quit. You knew the hero commission was corrupted, your progenitor was the prove of that and still, they thought you will be a great hero just because of your damn quirk. It was so humiliating the times you failed the tests because of your lack of motivation to do so, until you had the opportunity to leave.

Now, years later being a grad student recognized by all your achievements in science and the dropout of UA, your life was comfy, you never spoke to mother again but you really didn´t care at all. Remembering all you had done was a great exercise to test your lucidness in the nightmare you were, no heroes were here to save you again.

But this was not the first time you were in this type of situation.

You didn´t liked villains, thought. You were in their world before, and yet you cannot choose between which is worse, the hero commission or villains. Probably it was just bitterness from before when they didn´t save you. You had to save yourself from the evil when you grew strong enough. And yet nothing changed, you were just a stupid puppet because of your quirk. Shadows are everything you see, memories from before blending with the actual situation around. You´re starting to lose your body, you feel somehow stronger, you weren´t able perceive yourself like that before, may be because of the drugs or the constant torture for your body to endure pain, who knows.

The shadows are actually people, but you see them like that because you´re blindfolded and what you see is the energy of themselves, which ones are stronger and it would take more to overpower them.

One day, you just snapped.

It was like if you were possessed or something. But you were. You just waited until the perfect timing.

Your quirk controlled your body, feral and merciless taking down everything you saw as a threat. You moved like a shadow, seconds, hours until you were the only one standing. Covered in blood, your eyes itching and tears spreading your cheeks, relief maybe. Then you passed out.

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The hero commission was in chaos, they just waited for too long time.

And now the scene was a massacre, and the person that caused all of that looked so fragile in Keigo’s arms, covered in bruises and blood. He thought you looked like the angel of death, sleeping beauty. What now, thought.

The shadows were just members of some kind of organization that lewd to Quirk Empowerment, they were just trying to tease you as a warning, but it got off their hands. You were going to be in trial to see if what you did was an attempt of defending yourself. I mean, obviously.

Your case caught Keigo’s attention from the beginning, he had no idea you will look like this thought. Actually he wasn´t expecting anything but anyways you impressed him, from your archives of UA when you were classified as unstable to be a hero to your great achievements at a very young age, and the other stuff you were related.

On your unconsciousness you felt warm, arms holding you with such tenderness, a comfortable perfume arousing your nose, but then, cold claws locking your hands, the warmth gone as well as the sweet perfume you were surrounded. Abandoned you tried to reach it again, but it just kept getting colder and colder.

When you open your eyes, the flashbacks of what happened suddenly make shock in your brain, your pressure gets high and some sort of machine starts ringing while you start shaking, your hands trembling tinted with the rests of your episode, you know they have blood in them and that’s why you can´t stop staring at them. Your vision turns blurry as well, from tears maybe or just the suffocating feeling that you actually killed someone this time, thanks to that devilish shit called quirk. Hands are around you in a second, before you get really anxious, they shot you with a sedative, and everything is dark again.

Keigo wants to see you, at least from the outside of the hospital to see if you´re doing okay, the commission wouldn’t let him get involved in your case and even if he really wants to talk to you, he doesn´t find a good reason to disobey. Thanks to his wings, he´s able to look up to the entire building in one way, is weird thought but he reassures himself that this would just take five minutes of his precious time. The scene that he witness is kind of funny, you´re completely tied to your bed, there are nurses watching every movement you make and your face has a very cute pout, you look mad and a little devilish but he really finds the entire situation funny.

In matter of seconds you see him, he suddenly stops at the look in your eyes, agony is what he sees and he would be lying to himself if he didn´t find you attractive, even all tied up, with your hair like a mess, and tears in your eyes. Shyly he moves his hands, in a very impulsive move that resembles to a middle school kid, combined with a little smile unusual of him. Slowly you blink twice, you´re fucking daydreaming now? Or why there´s a birdman greeting at you?

You nod once, and his smile is wide now, you look so confused that is even cuter for him now. Maybe he can pass to say hi, like fanservice he thinks.

[little-lily-w]

Little lamb

This is a Michael Langdon x Hannibal Lecter (Mads Mikkelsen) x y/n AU.

Inspired by the event with Freddie Lounds.

Warnings: non-con, smut, drug, criminals, mentions of murder and cannibalism.

Words: 3.1 k

Your fingers fidgeting with the bottom of your spring white dress, scratching the skin of your thighs while the breathing blows directly to your knuckles. The couch is not comfortable anymore and the cushion at your back is unpleasant enough to make you move to the edge.

“Miss Y/N?”, the strong accent forcing you back to the situation.

“Yeah. I think so”, you look carefully up, the meeting of his gaze causing your cheeks to burn red. 

“Hm, that´s quite curious. You don´t seem like the type with narcissistic tendencies”.

“It´s not upon others”, your whisper comes out weak, like you are talking to the shiny tip of his black shoe which is resting on his knee, legs manly crossed.

“I´m afraid I can´t hear you, Miss Y/N.”

“It´s not upon others”, you repeat, your voice louder due to the nervousness. “The power I was dreaming of, it was directed towards me.”

“That suits you better”, he replies with a profound nod, blinking to create an inquiring pause but since he can check your contrasting blush against the light colour of your clothes, he decides to continue. “In that dream you mentioned, was the source of force gentle, ceremonious? Or was it what you would call animalistic, feral?”

“I think it was a mix of both. Like two sources reinforcing each other”, you explain as you watch his lips tensing followed by a slight smirk.

“How long have you been having these dreams?”

“Just once or twice”, you redirect your eyes to the fishbowl on the book shelf past him; the motions of the colorful fishes on the waving crystalline water, a suitable way to avoid the more uncomfortable situation.

“Miss Y/N?”, he tilts his head to the side with narrow eyes. “You know honesty is key between therapist and patient.”

“Two months.”

“That sentence is full of precision. Was there a specific event that triggered the fantasy?”

“I met someone.”

“At the newspaper agency?”

“Yeah”. 

Hannibal´s attention goes to the tapping you start doing with your sandal on the floor.

“You don´t sound very convinced. Let me see: your life is only centered around work so if it wasn´t there, it must have been in a space where you disconnect from your journalist role. Maybe here?”

“Does it matter?”

“It seems to be relevant for you since it has affected your night schedule.”

“It´s a case I´m working on.”

“So you are fantasizing with the villain. In the best case, a sociopath.”

Silence.       

“What case is it about?”

“I want to change the topic”, you reply with a shaky voice, the pit of your stomach tense and legs ready to jump off the couch.

“I´m going to put it in another terms. Are you here for Mr. Langdon?”

Both of you stand up abruptly; you, frozen in place, but him, with dangerous steps towards you.

“ All this time you´ve been very persistent about your meetings, the sudden changes of sessions time matching perfectly with the ones Mr. Langdon would made.”

“I can explain”, you babble.

“I´m afraid I´m more interested in you giving me your bag rather than your explanations.”

Hesitant, you handle your bag at him. Hannibal takes out your mobile phone and before you have time to process what he is doing, he lets it fall inside the fishbowl. All the work you´ve done recording your number one suspect´s sessions vanish in a second.

“You could... you could have just asked me to delete the conversations” at this point you are aware of everything your strategic psychiatrist knows.

“I technically could, Miss Y/N. But I´m not sure exactly if that is the main reason why I took it away from you.”

Hannibal pushes the door handle at your non-understanding expression and it soon changes into a radical fear consuming your bones, turning them into gelatin. The sinister tall frame of the blonde man appears in front of you, his face rigid with widened pupils.

And you look at him and you turn your head at the doctor and you realize about everything.

“Two months ago. Wasn´t then when the murders began? Four beautiful young ladies found with their hearts been ripped off their chests. Such a pitiful scenario”. Michael talks advancing towards you at the same time you make trembling steps backwards. “Wasn´t there a police report somewhere that talked about the possibility of a accomplice due to the magnitude of the crimes?”

A scream so loud that it burns your lungs. You turn around, spot the stairs and start running, tripping multiple times due to your not stable ankles. The two men wait for you to reach the second floor with hunter analysis of your panicked state before Hannibal speaks: “Get her”.

You are walking along a corridor. There must be around three or four rooms at your sides but you don´t stop till your reach the last one that results in Hannibal´s bedroom. A expensive chest of drawers, another book shelf and the only thing that looks like a place to hide: a double-bed with a long vanilla-scented blanket that almost touches the floor. You crawl under it and hold your breath, the heartbeat pounds in your ears like a drum concert.

“Little lamb…”, Michael´s voice echoes across the corridor and makes you sob in horror. “Come out, come out, wherever you are”, he taunts you, not stopping to search into the other rooms, his instinct can tell perfectly where you are. When you see his shade at the door, you know it´s over. Your eyes close tightly trying uselessly to escape reality. He is slow, savoring the time he spends as much as he can, walking to the other side of the bed. There is a slight hope in you which thinks that maybe he would go away but it´s all part of the devilish game: as soon as you take a tiny mouthful of air, a harsh grip on your ankles drags you out of the bedroom and all the way back through the corridor.

Hannibal is downstairs, resting against his desk, smiling at your screaming pleads.

“NO, NO PLEASE, PLEASE LANGDON, PLEASE! LET ME GO!”.

“Let you go? You really are a dreamer”, he chuckles having heard all you said.

“Careful, no contusions to the head. We want her conscious”, Hannibal warns when he reaches the stairs.

“Time to pick the little lamb up”, Michael says and holds you by the waist, your squirms and struggles doing nothing to his strength.  

Once again at the drawing room, Michael stops in front of the doctor who gets closer to you and tilts your chin up to examine your face.  

“We´ve got a fighter”, he celebrates and wipes a tear off your cheek with now black gloved hands.

“Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Well, what did you expect when you´ve been so terribly rude and sneaky? You should not put your nose where you are not invited to sniff, Miss Y/N.” 

“HELP! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!” you yell and struggle again to get free from Michael´s arms.

“Don´t do that. There is no one else in the schedule for today and it´s frankly exasperating.  Also, take your eyes away from the door, Miss Y/N. It´s locked, there´s no escape. Bend her over the desk.”

Michael pushes you to the desk making your torso touch the rough wood while he has both of your wrists caught at your back; Hannibal moves to stand in front of you, your eyes at the same level of his belt.

“Please don´t. Please don’t kill me.”

“For being a reporter this little slut is really lacking of insight talent”, Michael chuckles behind. “Do you really think you were the only spying sessions all this time?”

“We are not going to kill you, Miss Y/N”, the older man says and it sounds surprisingly soothing. “We are going to dig into your subconscious field, twisting it into our benefit.”

“What do you mean?”, you ask, perplexed.

“He means that we are going to take advantage of what you´ve been dreaming, thinking, and fantasizing of us, giving you exactly what you crave to turn you into our little pet. I bet you´ll like it so much, turning your slutty dreams into reality, that you are already wet.”

The abrupt intrusion of his finger causes you to gasp. At first you attempt to struggle again, putting your weight on your tiptoes to get away but Michael´s grip on your wrists turning into a bruising one and the addition of another finger are enough to freeze you in place.

“I was right, Lecter. She is dripping for us”. Michael talking about you as a mere object is not nearly close to the shame you feel when he curls his fingers inside and you let out a pleasured moan. “But don´t you think for a second we are going to be so generous. It´s time to reward your therapist for being so patient with you”. You can´t actually see it but Lecter smirks at those words, letting his hands travel down like a delicate dance to unbuckle his belt.

“This is wrong, this is wrong”, you repeat pathetically when the doctor´s cock is presented before you, the leather of his right hand beginning to do stroking motions. Michael´s fingers releases you and transform into a harsh smack that leaves your butt hand-printed.

“Put it inside your mouth. I won´t bother to warn you again.”

Reluctantly, you let the tip in, salt invading your taste buds. 

“All the way, whore, all the way”, the blonde man continues pushing your head for the thick neat shaft to reach your throat, an uncomfortable gag accompanied by another futile attempt to move your arms. Lecter doesn´t thrust, he is standing straight and composed allowing Michael to push your nape  back and forth. Once you realize there is no other way, you continue on your own and Michael´s fingers return to sink into your pussy pumping in and out like you have no sensitiveness or pain receptors. “You see, Y/N? If you are good, this is what you get”. A sudden growl escapes from Hannibal´s chest, his gloves now hold your hair back from getting in the way

“She is already compliant”, the psychiatrist announces as a sign for Michael to release you once again but this time he replaces his touch for what you can tell is the tip of his cock. As soon as it pushes, you let the member out of your mouth to gasp in resistance but Hannibal pushes your head back into it with a harsh but precise yank to your hair. “Easy”, he warns like you are some type of animal they are taming and orienting its behavior.

Eventually, Michael makes his way between your tender folds and stays still for a second hissing at your tightness. He looks at Lecter whose chest is now heavier and waits for his nod.

“I´m going to free your arms, Y/N. If you try something stupid, we´ll break them. Am I clear? I know you have that filthy mouth full of cock but do your best to answer me.”

After a pitiful choked “yes”, he slowly takes his grip off you and then both of his hands land at your hips with a slapping sound. Once he has you like that, Michael starts thrusting. Unable to talk or complain properly at his harsh speed, your whines are the only thing that come out of your nose every time his pelvis smacks against your butt and you feel his impossible thick cock seated deep inside you, then continue ravaging your flesh all the way in, all the way out.  

“You naughty slut are going to make my fellow friend cum”, Michael jokes after some minutes when he watches Hannibal pull out, silver trails of saliva ending on the desk. “You should take a taste here, Lecter.”

“You know about precautions”, he answers and Michael rolls his eyes before pulling out of you too with no consideration at all and handling him a condom.

The two men change positions. Hannibal enters you with ease at the widen hole Michael has left on you. You think the blonde man is going to use your throat but instead he leans down to meet your gaze, grabbing your chin as soon as Lecter starts pounding to force you to keep looking at him. Your fingers extend in tension and since you don´t dare move your arms to push them away, your nails end buried in the wood.

“Look at me, slut”, Michael demands. “What is he doing?”. The slap he gives you at your shame is enough to make you speak.

“He is fucking me”, you sob, feeling the furniture trembling underneath your body.

“Where?”

“In my pussy.”

“And you know why is that?”

“No.”

“No, what?”, the volume of his voice gets louder as he delivers another slap.

“No, Sir.”

“Because we own you. We are carved deep into that little brain of yours. We can use and abuse your body in whatever way we desire. And you are going to be grateful for the mercy we have on you for not killing you and eat your members as dinner´s main dish. Now I want to hear your gratitude very clear”, he applies more strength to your jaw, your lips not able to be closed anymore at the painful grip.

“Thank you”, you whisper articulating ridiculously. Michael spits into your mouth.

“Again.”

“Thank you.”

And you keep thanking him and thanking him while he continues spiting on your tongue each time you do so until he gets bored and releases your jaw so you swallow it all.

“Good girl, you see? That wasn´t so hard”, he coos while your head rests on the saliva-wet desk again, slapping gently your already aching cheek.

Hannibal knows he can´t continue without coming, the scene of you so submissive really gets his arousal growing to almost reaching the climax point so he pulls out from you and grabs your exhausted body by the back of your neck to move you to the couch. The psychiatrist lies on his back and positions you resting on your stomach on top of him. Then Michael joins you and soon you feel his intrusive fingers once again but this time trying to make their way past your asshole.

“No, I can´t, I can´t”, you attempt to resist. Hannibal then grabs your head delicately, there´s not much strength needed when you are in no conditions to run after what they both have already done to you.

“Yes you can, Miss Y/N. Your body knows exactly how to work and cope with it.”

You sob, surrendering your head onto his shoulder. Michael uses only a mere amount of saliva to finger you, too impatient to fuck you. And it happens: once he has created some room for his dick, he pushes in. The pained scream that escapes your lungs is the delight of one and the care of the other.

“Lubricate it more. We don´t want to harm our princess too badly”, Hannibal advises and does soothing circles along your spine. Michael huffs but finally adds more saliva to his cock and then tries again. “Relax your thighs, Miss Y/N.”

Once you obey the doctor´s indication, the younger man is able to get fully inside. It´s then when Hannibal follows him, entering your swollen cunt again ready to orgasm while Michael starts thrusting in sync with him. Their members are filling you with so much pressure that for a moment you think you are going to burst, your vision gets cloudy as you sob into the crook of Lecter´s neck. The only thing preventing you from passing out are the caresses of Hannibal and Michael´s blonde locks tickling your back while they claim your holes with the same feral intensity.

Finally, the doctor´s cock throbs although you barely feel it cumming due to the condom. Without the “gentle” supervision of a now satisfied and tired Lecter, Michael pulls out and makes a hurtful ponytail on your hair to move you out of the couch, on your knees before him. He jerks at the fastest speed he can and you don´t dare struggle this time, just open your mouth and let his warm cum spill on your tongue, every drop swallowed later with licked lips.

The thought of it being over is clearly wrong when Michael sits on the couch breathing heavily and reaches the fabric of your wrinkled dress to make you fall seated on his lap with legs open. Hannibal then gets up and leaves you two alone for a moment in which Langdon starts rubbing your clit with expert fingers, threatening to slap your inner thighs if you dare close them. Again, you just take the abuse, merely managing to sob or cry out as your wetness travels down to his now soft cock.

“You´ve been so good, so fucking good”, he whispers into your ear making you tremble in pleasure. Soon his fingers masturbate you faster, unmerciful to your sensitive bud. Before to have time to process what is happening, the orgasm reaches you at the same time you feel a needle piercing through the skin of your neck. Your hands grope the armchair but Michael holds you while still rubbing your clit through the dizzy waves of your climax. “Shh… It´s okay. Just go to sleep.”

 --

“Miss Y/N. Miss Y/N, are you here?”, Hannibal´s voice makes your eyes open. You gasp and look everywhere. The couch is all tidy, the desk perfectly in place and the doctor is sitting in front of you, legs crossed with a swinging shoe tip.

“What happened?”

“You were telling me about some dreams you´ve been having. Miss Y/N, are you okay?”, he asks at your silence. “Maybe we should stop our session here. I think you need to get some rest.”

You stand up, not able to properly make focus, and he leads you to the door. The fishbowl is next to you, with colorful fishes swimming like always. You touch your bag and look inside of it.

“My mobile phone.”

“Is there a problem?”, his eyes blink at you, expectant.

“No…, I think I left it at home.”

“Alright then. Have a good night, Miss Y/N. Be careful on your way back. You never know what dangerous people might be out there”, he gives you a paternal smile and opens the door. “Mr. Langdon, please, come in.”

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Crossing Paths - 1687 – Marseilles

Notes: I hereby glare at @ashfae and @rocket-pool, who reminded me of this lovely lady.

1687 – Marseilles

The weather was beautiful and the town-square was thronged with people.

Aziraphale wove between the market stalls, peering about, searching for the woman he had been sent to find. She was certainly meant to be somewhere in the square, but humans were awfully good at wandering off when you least expected it.

Still, to look on the bright side, there were some lovely places to eat in Marseilles with marvellously fresh fish.

He paused when he heard a voice rising over the hawkers and traders. It was beautiful, soaring and ringing out. Trained, certainly, though not to a professional level, which was a tragedy. A voice like that certainly deserved a place on some of the finer stages of the continent.

Well, until his target appeared, no harm in going for a look, was there?

He followed the voice to the far side of the square. The young woman was standing at the centre of a growing circle of people and the moment he saw her, he smiled. There she was, the runaway Madame de Maupin. She was standing proud and confident, sword at her hip, breeches on her legs, and delight all over her face.

He approached, squeezing through the crowds, and listened as raptly as the rest of them.

When the girl swept into an extravagant bow and hopped down from the step she was standing on, coins rained into the cap at her feet.

“That was marvellous, Mademoiselle,” Aziraphale said warmly, as she gathered up the coins.

She gave him a cursory look, then smiled. “You’re a long way from home, Monsieur.”

“I beg your pardon?”

She nodded at his clothing. “More suited to the court, don’t you think?”

Aziraphale groaned inwardly. It wasn’t that peasant clothes were especially bad per se, but the finer ones were just so much nicer to wear. “Family matters,” he said as dismissively as he could. “My dear, I couldn’t help but notice what a wonderful singer you are.”

She laughed, tucking her coins into a purse at her belt. “And yet, you tossed no coin to buy my bread.”

“I can do far better,” he said. “Will you walk with me?”

She put her hand to the pommel of her sword. “I prefer, Monsieur, to do my business in plain sight. I am not one to be bought for… private business.”

Aziraphale blinked at her, then recalled her unfortunate background and the man who had made her into his amusement when barely out of childhood. “Oh! Oh, no!” He flapped his hands urgently. “Oh, Lord, no. Nothing like that. I only have a friend who might be interested in your singing.”

La Maupin raised her eyebrows. “And who might this friend be?”

Aziraphale beamed. “He runs the opera in the city. He is always seeking fresh singers, especially a talented one such as yourself.”

La Maupin blinked foolishly at him. “You think he would give me a position?”

The man would, even if it took a touch of divine encouragement. A voice like that was made to beautify the world. “I’m certain of it,” he said warmly. “Will you come with me to meet him?”

And for a moment, the young woman looked as young and giddy as a child. “Yes.”

  1689 – Avignon

It had been weeks since the secondment and at bleeding last, the end was nigh. Crowley’s target had finally showed up and, thank Satan, wasn’t in the consecrated halls of the convent itself. The place was wearing on Crowley like a nasty rash and she couldn’t wait to be back outside.

Crowley cleared her throat. “Scuse me.”

The young woman peered around the bundle on her shoulder. No fear, Crowley noticed. “Excuse me, Sister,” she snapped, walking on down the narrow corridor.

Crowley tilted her head. “Yeah. No. Not happening.” She trotted alongside the girl. “I mean, I know I’m meant to do a vow of silence of some rubbish, but I can’t help but notice you appear to have the body of the dearly departed Sister Agnes over your shoulder.”

That made her stop, turning to look back at Crowley. Stock-still and not even wobbling under the weight of a nun’s body. “I’m moving some supplies over to the convent, Sister.”

Crowley scratched along the edge of the habit. It itched like mad. “Rubbish,” she said. “S’a nun.” She gave the girl a sunny grin. “Why’s a nice postulant like you sneaking about in the middle of the night with a dead nun on her back?”

The girl dropped her burden and whipped out a knife, advancing on Crowley. “You’d do better to not ask any questions.”

Crowley laughed in delight. “Oh, I like you.” She scratched at her veil again, then yanked it off and pushed her fingers through her hair. “Ugh. I hate religious clothes.” She gave the girl a sunny grin. “So. What are you up to? And can I help?”

The girl stared at her warily. “What?”

“S’a heavy body. I can give you a hand.”

The girl frowned. “Why would you want to do that?”

“Honestly?” Crowley shrugged. “The sooner I cause chaos in this place, the sooner I can leave. It’s so dull and nothing happens and I’ve been waiting for the chance to mess them about.”

The girl’s expression changed, a smile flashing across her face. “Ah. Now, you’re speaking my language.” She jerked her thumb towards the bundle. “We need to get that into the room of one of the other postulants.”

Together, they hoisted the cloth-wrapped body off the floor.

“This your idea of a prank?” Crowley inquired.

She flashed a devilish grin at him. “An escape.”

Crowley glanced down at the bundle, then back at her. “And the nun is…”

“Can’t fake a tragic death in an accidental fire without a body,” she replied, then hissed a profanity under her breath. Further down the hall, there were lights moving, lamps, other nuns on the move and if she was caught–

Crowley snapped her fingers. “Don’t move,” she breathed.

The huddle of nuns and postulants brushed by them, so close they could almost touch. The girl’s face was bone white, but she held her ground, and as soon as the halls were clear again, her breath exploded out in a gust.

“How did you do that?” she demanded.

Crowley made a partial sign of the cross, stopping just before it started to burn. “Divine intervention, you could say.”

“Devilish, more like,” she laughed. “Come on!”

Together, they hauled the bundle down the hall and carried it into one of the small rooms, where they set it down on a low cot beside the wall. Another young girl was waiting for them, pale-cheeked and wide-eyed.

“You did it!” she gasped. “Julie, you did it!”

Julie swept across the room and kissed her warmly. “Of course, ma Cherie. I promised I would.” She glanced back at Crowley. “My thanks, Sister.”

Crowley grinned. “Don’t mention it.” She paused by the door. “I mean that. Don’t mention it.”

Julie inclined her head. “Nor you,” she said with a pointed nod to the shroud-wrapped body.

“Course not,” Crowley said and pulled the door shut behind her. At least, not to anyone except a certain angel.

   1692 – Paris

 The curtain had fallen and Aziraphale clutched at Crowley’s arm. “You see what I mean?”

Crowley nodded. “She’s definitely got a pair of pipes on her, hasn’t she?” He got up, then offered Aziraphale his arm. “Coming, angel?”

Aziraphale nodded, gathering up her skirts as they fell in with the crowd drifting towards the doors of the theatre.

Both of them had been on the continent for business in the preceding weeks and when he had learned that the infamous Mademoiselle de Maupin had elevated herself as far as the opera in Paris and was performing, Aziraphale had absolutely insisted that they meet and attend one of her performances.

“She’s come a long way from singing in town squares for coins,” she said.

Crowley grinned. “Well, she does have a few advantages there, doesn’t she?” he said. “Family connections, foot in the door, handy with a knife, bit eccentric and definitely interesting.” He nudged Aziraphale. “D’you think this lot know about the nun?”

Aziraphale hid a laugh behind her fan. “I wouldn’t be surprised. Scandal sells these days, don’t you know? It’s a part…” She trailed off, frowning. “My dear, would you mind if we slipped around the back? Something feels amiss…”

Crowley shrugged. “Can’t hurt.”

Of course, no one noticed them, not even when they swanned through the side door of the building and into the backstage part of the theatre.

“I will not stand for this anymore!” La Maupin’s voice was raised in fury.

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale murmured. “Do you think–”

Crowley was already striding onwards.

Aziraphale gathered up her skirts, muttering a rude word under her breath as they tangled around her legs, and hurried after him. In the labyrinth of dressing rooms and costume areas, it was such a muddle to find anything.

“Angel!” Crowley yelled from up ahead. “This way!”

They had to force their way through a gaggle of whispering and staring performers to dash into a small room only to stop short along with other members of the company.

A man – middle-aged, balding, and sweating – was curled up on the floor and La Maupin was kicking him in the ribs.

“She is not your plaything, you disgusting old sot,” she snarled. “She’s a member of this company! You will treat her with respect!”

The man on the floor grasped at her leg. “You vicious bitch!”

La Maupin backhanded him viciously. “Don’t even try touching you me.” She went on one knee beside him, grabbing a hank of his shirt in her hand and jerked him up, baring her teeth in a feral snarl. “You will leave our ladies alone or I shall make damned sure you have nothing left to prod at them, do you understand me?”

“Should we…” Aziraphale murmured uncertainly.

Crowley screwed up his face and shook his head. “Nah. Sounds like he had it coming.”

The man, it seemed, was not a quick study and he spat in her face.

Aziraphale saw the way La Maupin pulled back her arm and turned away, but Crowley made a sound of appreciation. “Beautiful right hook.”

“Mademoiselle!” One of the more senior looking humans in the room exclaimed. “You can’t–”

She got back up, wiping her hands on her trousers. “Perhaps you should try telling Monsieur de la Verge what he can’t do instead.” She was curling and uncurling her hand. Her knuckles were gashed open, no doubt from the punch. “If you will excuse me…”

Aziraphale hurried after her as she strode out into the hall. “Mademoiselle de Maupin!”

The young woman turned, hostile and teeth-bared, as if expecting another attack, then her gaze skimmed Aziraphale up and down, and her expression shifted into something altogether more friendly. “I beg your pardon, Madame.”

The angel beamed at her. “Not at all, my dear,” she said, reaching out to clasp the young woman’s hand. “I only wanted to compliment you on your performance.” She held De Maupin’s hand between hers, the whisper of a miracle passing unnoticed as the damage tissue healed. “And now, I find you protecting your lady companions. It’s dreadfully brave of you. Marvellous, even.”

De Maupin’s face broke into a wide grin. “I should have you print that for me, that I may pass it out as a notice to all my detractors.” She gave Aziraphale’s hand a warm squeeze. “Thank you, Madame, for your kind words.” She dipped into a bow, then pressed her lips to Aziraphale’s hand. “Perhaps, I may find you another time, under more… pleasing circumstances.”

Aziraphale pinked happily. “If you ever have the time,” she said, then drew back when Crowley cleared his throat behind her. “But I must let you get on. You must be very busy tonight.”

De Maupin gave her another, warmer smile. “Alas, yes.” She bowed again. “Madame.”

Crowley was by her side as soon as De Maupin vanished up the hall. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you? Slipping a little good deed in there when you thought I wasn’t looking?”

Aziraphale swatted him on the arm with her fan. “It was only a little one. I doubt she even noticed.”

“Well,” Crowley said with a smirk. “She noticed mine.”

Aziraphale glanced at him. “Oh? I didn’t spot yours.”

The demon gave her an amused look, then leaned in and murmured close to her ear, “Our little wildcat likes a lady with a fine shapely bosom.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

Crowley’s eyes drifted pointedly downwards. Aziraphale frowned, looking down at her dress, then gasped in dismay. She grabbed the lace and tried to haul it back up into a more modest, matronly fashion.

“Crowley! That– I can’t believe you would–” The fabric gave, tearing, revealing even more flesh. “Oh, for Heaven’s sake!”

“It was only a little one,” the demon sing-songed, as he sauntered off down the corridor. “I doubt she even noticed.”

Aziraphale threw her fan at his head.