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kamilah-is-queen · 2 months

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Egypt and It’s Assassin pt. IIII

Chapter I, II, III

Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed x MC (Assassin)

Warning: THE SLOWBURN IS SLOWBURNING (a little smutty at the end, the next episode WILL be smut)

Tags: @ta-sayeed, @kamilahtopme, @nydeiri, @rhonda-sayeed, @helpconfusedpersonhere, @millasayeed, @vonda-be-real, @livvynka, @queenkamilah, @leenasayeed, @skylarkxxyy, @choicesgrp, @ilove-kamilah-sayeed, @justavampirefan, @iamsimpforpoppy, @friendlybuddy

Kamilah stirred sleepily, bright rays of light kissing her tan skin as she rolled over in the sheets. She rubbed the empty space next to her, thinking about the young woman that had occupied her thoughts so frequently, as of recently.

She smiled to herself, gently squeezing the space as if it were a person. She reached further, her hand making contact with an arm in her bed.

Kamilah sprung up, hair disheveled and eyes narrowed before she sighed, realizing the arm belonged to Cleopatra, who was grinning at her.

‘Hi sleepyhead. I hear we have a new prisoner, and she’s HOT!’

Kamilah rubbed her eyes, yawning as she got out of the sheets. ‘She came here last night to kill you. If you find that hot, may the gods protect you.’

Kamilah stifled a laugh as Cleopatra huffed. ‘At least she wants me.’

Somehow, Kamilah felt the rising tide of jealousy grow within her chest, as she quickly dismissed it.

‘Wants you dead, yes.’

‘Whatever, meet me down there!’ Cleopatra yelled, slipping off the to the prison beneath.

It didn’t take Kamilah long to join her cousin in the prison chamber, her glance radiating confidence as she stared down the prisoner in the chains.

‘Well well well, if it isn’t the future Queen and nomarch themselves.’ The prisoner offered a half bow, the chains restricting more movement, but only slightly.

‘You really are a cutie, huh?’ Cleopatra knelt by the cell, grinning far too wide for the prisoner’s liking. ‘Don’t talk to me like I’m a dog.’

‘Oh and she’s feisty too, rawr.’ Cleopatra made a lions paw with her hand, purring, even more to Kamilah’s dismay.

‘The way you fought last night- I’ve never seen a human move the way you did. Tell me, what is your secret.’

The prisoner just smirked, shrugging. ‘I don’t have a secret. Perhaps I’m just well trained.’

Kamilah rolled her eyes as she opened the cell door, grabbing the prisoner by the jaw with a firm grip.

‘I don’t like playing games, soldier. Do not test me.’ Each word she uttered was with an increasingly sharp tone, however, the prisoner just chuckled.

‘And what if I want to?’

She met Kamilah’s eyes, challenging her.

The young woman’s eyes fell to Kamilah’s lips, leaning closer impulsively, their breaths hot against each other’s mouth. The chains rattled against the prisoner’s hands as she brushed her nose against Kamilah’s, obviously leaning into the nomarch’s touch.

Why not have some fun eh?

Kamilah smirked, brushing her lips teasingly over the other’s before pulling away suddenly, her grip remaining on the prisoner’s jaw.

The prisoner just smirked, equally as amused as Kamilah was. ‘Is that what you call a kiss?’

‘Oh darling…’ Kamilah trailed her nail down the taut jawline and neck in front of her, humming in satisfaction as the woman swallowed, ‘you wish you could have a woman like me.’

The prisoner could do nothing but stare in awe at the nomarch. If only her circumstances had been different, she would’ve done everything in her power to charm the Egyptian and call Kamilah her own.

But alas, life wasn’t so generous she thought to herself as the cousin-pair left her in silence. She tried her hardest to plan her escape, but all that could occupy her mind was the nomarch.

Before mid-day settled, Kamilah’s guards rushed to alert her of the prisoner’s escape.

What? How was that possible. The prison was impenetrable, both inside and out.

She sighed, frowning in frustration as she sheathed her daggers around her hips before rushing into the city square in hopes of sighting the escapee.

There was nothing to go off of, it literally was like finding a needle in a haystack. Kamilah, clearly being too occupied in searching that haystack, forgot that the square was bustling with citizens.

The nomarch turned, bumping into the young farmer she encountered no more than a few days prior. Suddenly, she forgot what she was searching for.

‘I’m so sorry your highness!’ Exclaimed the farmer, rushing to pick the fruits up off the sandy ground. Kamilah reached at the same time, their hands grazing as their eyes flickered to each other’s.

‘It’s quite alright.’ Kamilah smiled earnestly, placing the apple back into the woven basket the woman was holding.

They both stood in silence, gazing at each other with eyes that screamed in longing and desire. The tension was so thick between them, yet they didn’t seem to notice.

‘If you aren’t busy, your highness’ the farmer chose her words carefully as she proceeded, ‘I was going to take a dip in the Nile to escape this unbearable heat, if you’d like to join me.’

‘I’d love to.’ Kamilah noticed how her heart began to race, thumping loudly against her ribcage.

It didn’t take the pair long to find the glistening Nile at their feet, soothed at the cool contrast it offered compare to the sun’s heat.

‘By the way, I never asked your name.’ Kamilah turned to face the woman who was undressing to her undergarments, the nomarch’s gaze wandering shamelessly at the specimen before her.

‘Angelina, your highness.’ The woman stood tall, her taut muscles accentuated by her shimmering tan skin. She let the crisp breeze graze her skin before she dived perfectly into the river.

Kamilah shed her own clothes and entered the river beside Angelina, ‘Kamilah. Call me Kamilah.’ She kept afloat beside the woman, watching as she gracefully floated with the water.

‘You must value our relationship if you wish for me to address you without your royal title.’ Angeline grinned, dimples appearing as Kamilah offered her a similar look.

‘You could say that.’

It felt as though it had been hours since they first stepped into the river, though it couldn’t have been more than an hour.

Both women were sitting with their legs in the water, rustling through the basket for the fresh fruit that was purchased before.

Angelina picked a ripe peach, raising it to her lips as she felt Kamilah’s intent gaze on her. After taking a bite, she moaned softly at how succulent the fruit was, purposely making juice drip down her chin and neck.

Kamilah shivered a touch at the sound before leaning over the woman beside her, instinctively running her tongue along path the juice had taken. Her warm tongue snaked its way from Angelina’s neck up to her chin, when their eyes met again.

This time, neither of them would hold back.

‘Kamilah…’ Angelina cupped the nomarch’s cheek ever so delicately, gently guiding the woman closer.

‘Yes, darling?’ Kamilah nestled on Angelina’s lap, her hands meeting strong shoulders. ‘kiss me.’

The nomarch didn’t hesitate, not for a second. Their lips met softly, almost cautiously, as Angelina’s thumbs softly stroked Kamilah’s cheek, encouraging the woman to go on.

Kamilah deepened the kiss, gently sucking on Angelina’s lower lip as her fingers weaved themselves in the woman’s brown locks, tugging them even closer.

Angelina groaned softly at that, shivers traveling down her spine at his good the woman’s touch felt. In turn, she probed Kamilah’s mouth open with her tongue and began to French kiss her.

Then, it was Kamilah’s turn to moan at the touch. Despite how much confidence she carried herself with, she had never been involved with anyone romantically before. Every touch sent goosebumps down her body, fueling the desire that lay at her core.

Angelina broke the kiss with difficulty, Kamilah’s lips being too irresistible, however she let her lips drift down the nomarch’s jaw and neck, leaving warm, gentle kisses in her wake.

‘We should stop, before someone sees us’ Angelina said between kisses, her intention never to stop the moment they were sharing.

‘Let them watch.’ Kamilah gently tugged Angelina’s hair, forcing the woman’s head back up as she was met with a cheeky smirk.

‘You may regret saying that.’ Angelina muttered before their lips tangled in a passionate dance once more, this time, they fought for dominance.

I wonder who would win…

#kamilah sayeed #bloodbound #kamilah sayeed fic #kamilah sayeed series #kamilah sayeed x mc #mc x kamilah sayeed #mc x kamilah #I know not many Kamilah stans are still active anymore but I hope this new content reaches those that are #let me know your thoughts on this series guys!

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midnight-scribble · 1 year

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Actual story

So some backstory for this smut (yes this smut have backstory) I could just like not mention this at all but also I feel compel to tell the backstory so have fun with my info dump.

First of all Alastor is canonically asexual and it’s still true in this smut. The things is there’s generally 2 kind of asexual one where the person is completely disgusted by sex and the other kind where the person just don’t care. As in they don’t have sexual desire but also will do it if necessary. (This is a very rough explanation take this with a sack of salt) I personally head canon Alastor as the latter which is where this story come in.

Alastor know reader back when they were alive and has been obsessed with them since they have known each other. The thing is reader to some extent can’t feel a lot of emotion (this is only background info not really necessary for the story you can totally ignore it when putting yourself in the story) to them everyone is the same and Alastor is at most just a good friend. But Alastor doesn’t want that, Alastor want more then that. But he also know that it will never happen since reader is incapable of feeling love, and if he can’t have them no one can have them. So during a bet and after some planning he slit reader throat and ate them. That way reader will always be with him and he will be the only one that ever truly have them.

Reader on the other hand doesn’t actually hate Alastor actually in their eye they’re still on pretty good term. Sure Alastor killed and ate them, but hey they’re still technically alive. They always know Alastor was crazy and that he eats and kill people, so the fact that Alastor ate them, they really wasn’t that angry. It was more like they feel wronged by what Alastor done seeing as they were friend and a little annoyed that he fell for Alastor’s trick and died. Which was also why they will agree to the bet despite everything.

When Alastor saw reader again in hell he realize this time he can finally have reader with like magic and stuff. So he set up the bet to set in motion his plan of having reader.

Reader isn’t stupid and if he straight up said yo I want to bind you to me, reader will never agree so he instead said if he win he can do anything to reader, making it sound like he want to fuck reader. To reader this isn’t a big deal (they are in hell after all) so they agreed to it.

Alastor never wanted to fuck reader for lust, he was using sex as a way to get the reader into a position where he can inscribe the binding magic into them. To him sex wasn’t for lust but a way to achieve his goal. He doesn’t care about sex but if it’s needed to achieve his goal he doesn’t mind using it to his advantage.

In the end I don’t think Alastor actually love reader. At least not fully. A lot of his actions is a mix of obsession and possessiveness very little part of it is actually out of love. To him reader is like a ray of light he doesn’t need it but he want to keep it all to himself and if he can’t have it he will destroy it. But at the same time Alastor cares about nobody else, his feeling to reader will be the closet thing to love Alastor will have (in this story at least)

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the-hanged-lover · 1 year

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rules

basically just who i write for and general rules when requesting. who i write for is subject to change as time goes on. you can find my masterlist here.

please do

i will write oneshots, drabbles, and headcanons; feel free to request for any.

be detailed.

request as much as you like. i don’t mind. i love getting requests. :D

i will write about potentially upsetting topics. trigger warnings will always be present. these topics include s/h, violence, things related to suicide, abuse (never by the person i’m writing for), and profanity.

i typically write for female readers in mind, but i will do gender neutral readers or male readers if requested. i will also gladly do other pronouns besides she/her.

please do not

do not—and i cannot stress this enough—request anything smut related. ever. i will never write it.

do not badger me about requests. i’ll just delete it and move on.

i will not write about the reader cheating/being cheated on by the character you request; they can be cheated on by a different character. i will also not write anything related to a specific weight. do not request anything related to miscarriages.

tua

luther hargreeves. diego hargreeves. allison hargreeves. klaus hargreeves. ben hargreeves (original and sparrow timeline). viktor hargreeves. sloane hargreeves.

marvel

frank castle. yelena belova. matt murdock. elektra natchios. wanda maximoff. bucky barnes. sam wilson. jessica jones. steven grant. marc spector. jake lockley. stephen strange. thor. loki.

horror

jason voorhees. amanda young. lawrence gordon. mark hoffman. pinhead. hannibal lecter (both movie and tv versions). will graham. patrick bateman. charles lee ray. tiffany valentine. candyman.

the boys

billy butcher. hughie campbell. frenchie. m.m. kimiko miyashiro. annie january. queen maeve. cherie. homelander. soldier boy.

gen v

marie moreau. emma meyer. jordan li. cate dunlap. sam riordan.

mortal kombat

mileena. kitana. tanya. hanzo hasashi. kuai liang. kung lao. raiden/dark raiden. kenshi. johnny cage. bi-han/noob saibot. smoke. li mei. jade. shang tsung. kabal. kano. ashrah. rain. syzoth. sindel (midway/mk1 version). skarlet. cassie cage. sareena. erron black. fujin.

killing eve

eve polastri. villanelle.

#the umbrella academy #tua x reader #marvel x reader #marvel x you #the boys x you #the boys x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #slashers x reader #slashers x you #killing eve x reader #tua #the boys #marvel #slashers

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runn0ft · 4 years

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TELL ME ABOUT SECRETS OF A GAY MARINE PORN STAR - biggaybrad

LET’S FUCKING GO, DUDE.

So, this was spawned from a discussion on discord when I was doing research for an idea for another fic (that I can’t even remember at this point) and stumbled across the memoir “Secrets of a Gay Marine Porn Star” by LGBT activist, adult film actor, writer, and attorney, Rich Merritt. This of course made me think “Haha, what if Ray did porn after he didn’t re-up after OIF?” followed shortly after by “Oh, that is a thought.”

So one night, Brad is absentmindedly perusing porn (like you do) and stumbles on a video that’s basically described as “twink rides it like he stole it” and it’s as ridiculous and over the top as it sounds (literally because this guy is so fucking noisy) and Brad is like “This is so unrealistic. Lame.” but PS, the twink in question is his dear pal Ray Ray, and a lot of wires get crossed and after many many viewings of this and other videos starring our boy, Brad realizes they’ve been flirting this whole time and he’s actually super in love with his former RTO. They have a big emotional (awkward) come to Jesus, and then they kiss.

Yaaaaaay!

#this is my longest standing wip because it’s really really hard to write good smut and i’m very insecure about it #fic wips #generation kill fic #bradray #ray person #brad colbert

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babybluebex · 2 years

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃. | 𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | you fell in love with a timekeeper, and he regularly shows up on your doorstep with the promise of a few hours in exchange for your love. but does he really love you back, or does he just like seeing the big numbers on your arm? 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | raymond leon (in time, 2011) x fem!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | smut (MDNI!), not using a condom (please god wear one), ray is a two-pump chump, mentions or prostitution 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | listen does this movie suck? yes. does cillian look AMAZING in this movie? also yes. // taglist blog: @cremebruhleewrites

Technically, prostituiton was illegal. Trading sex for time was not only barred, but being known as someone who did it was shameful. Everyone could tell that you were a whore, too; at least, that’s how you felt. Even though Dayton was a rough place, it felt especially hostile towards you. Your apartment was small and dark, your electricity and heat often being turned off because of your inability to pay the bills. People didn’t care whether you lived or timed out. That was your greatest fear. Your father had timed out when you were young, too young to even really understand what timing out meant, and the sight stuck with you. His whole body froze, then collapsed, like a switch had been flipped. It was so sudden and jarring. His eyes were still open.

Since turning 25, you had done everything in your power to not even get close to timing out. You worked two jobs during the day, with your secret prostitution at night. You haggled every purchase, and you didn’t squander a single second. Still, you were only a person, and your arm never said more than three days at a time. Around Dayton, though, people would kill for even three minutes. You always wore long sleeves to hide your countdown, the only exception being around… Him.

You certainly didn’t intend to become the Timekeeper’s favorite whore. You didn’t even know he was a Timekeeper when you approached him that first night. All you saw was a man with slick black hair, wearing a long leather duster, all alone at the bar. He was exactly the type of man you lusted over, and it was only after he had put his cock in you that he decided to tell you. “You know,” he had said from behind you, grabbing a handful of your hair. “I could arrest you for this.”

“What’re you, a cop?” you laughed breathlessly, and he had smacked your ass and shoved himself deeper inside you, so deep that it took your breath away.

“Worse,” he hissed. “A Timekeeper.”

By the end of the night, you had begged and batted your eyes enough for Timekeeper Raymond Leon to give up the ghost and deny that he would arrest you. His only stipulation, though, was that the exchange was a secret. “People can’t know that a Timekeeper went around the ghetto and fucked a prostitute,” Raymond explained. His hand grabbed your arm almost forcefully, his palm touching the smooth inside of your arm, and you reciprocated the gesture. You were shocked to see how little time was on Raymond’s arm, less than a day, and he gave you six hours. It felt generous, especially considering how low on time he was, but he was insistent. “To keep you quiet,” he said. “Hush time, y’know?”

From that night on, you kept seeing Raymond around Dayton. You’d spot him kneeling over somebody’s timed-out corpse or sitting in his cruiser, and he always spotted you back. He would give you this smile, cheeky and knowing, and you could expect that he would drop around your place after the sunset. He always followed through, too. For the first few months, it was just the sex. He was 75 years old, with no wife or girlfriend, and he led a stressful life with a stressful job. He needed a release and, since he paid decently and was ridiculously handsome, you let him into your apartment whenever he arrived. Most times, all he would do was fuck you, then stay long enough to smoke a cigarette before dressing and leaving. But he always told you to “be good” before he left, as if he would come back and check in on you. You never doubted that the cold Timekeeper kept tabs on you, but eventually, you started to want more. He was fucking with your head; you would see his icy blue eyes in your sleep, you would imagine his touch during the long hours at the textile factory, you even thought of the way his hair smelled during quiet moments. Whether you were in love with him or not, you had no idea, but there was certainly some kind of infatuation with him.

When the knock hit at your door, you had no doubt about who it was. It was later than he usually visited, but you knew that he had a good excuse. You straightened up your place as you passed to the door, and you took a deep breath as you grasped the door knob. Your heart was beating fiercely at the excitement of seeing Raymond, and you threw open the door before you could even begin to contemplate why. And there he was, an absolute vision in black leather, his face stoic and serious. “Have you been good?” he asked, raising a dark eyebrow, and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, Leon,” you muttered, and he chuckled as he stepped by you into your apartment. “I had to pay bills today, let’s hurry this up.”

“Woah,” Raymond turned quickly to you, and he snapped his gum as he tilted his head. “Hostile today, honey. Let’s just take a second, hmm? How’re you doing?”

“How am I doing?” you repeated. “What’re we, some old married couple? Stop wasting my time, are you gonna fuck me or not?”

Raymond clenched his jaw and put his hand out to you, and you sighed and gave him your wrist. He pushed up the sleeve of your sweater to see the blinking green numbers on your arm, and he frowned at the mere one hour and 46 minutes you had left. “Letting yourself get dangerously low,” Raymond said, shaking his head.

“I knew you were coming tonight,” you explained. “I had a little time to spare.”

“How did you know?” Raymond asked. “If I hadn’t shown up, you’d be timed out before anyone could even think to look for you.”

“Then, I would have gone and found someone who could give me some time,” you said. “I’m a whore, Leon, finding some time on the fly isn’t new to me.”

“I hate that, though,” he told you, smoothing his hand back against his hair. “You shouldn’t have to be that desperate.” Before you could stop him, he had pressed his right wrist to your inner arm, and he watched intently as his clock ticked down on his left arm. He finally pulled away after he had given you six hours, but you stopped him before he could step away fully. You grabbed his arm, saw the hair-dusted and freckled top of his arm, and your heart dropped. He had one hour— or, at least, he did 2 seconds ago.

“Jesus, Leon,” you huffed. “You’re gonna time yourself out.” You started to touch your wrist to his arm, to give him back even the smallest amount that he gave to you, but Raymond shook his head and stepped away from you.

“It’s worth it,” Raymond said. “It better suits you than it’ll ever suit me.”

“What does that mean?” you asked, and Raymond took off his heavy leather duster.

“It means that you’ll use that time for a better purpose than I ever will,” he told you. “You’ll do more meaningful shit with your time, I… I just waste it every day until I can see you.”

You swallowed thickly. He wasted his time when he wasn’t with you. “Do you think your time only matters when you’re here?” you asked.

“Here, sure,” Raymond shrugged. His jacket underneath his coat was zipped all the way to his silky throat, and you stepped toward him. Your hands fell flat on his chest and you watched him for a moment before you took down the zipper. “At a hotel. At my house. Wherever I’m with you. You make my time worth it.”

“Shut up,” you scoffed. “That makes it sound like you’re in love with me or some shit.”

“I don’t know,” Raymond said softly. You looked back up to his face and found him soft, his eyes gentler than you had seen him in a long time. “I’ve never been in love before. I don’t know what that feels like.”

Your heart thumped in your chest as you helped Raymond take off his dark jacket, and his hands went to your waist and he tugged you flush against his body. “I have,” you said slowly, trying to control your shaking hands. “Does your… Does your heart race whenever you think about me?”

“Every time,” Raymond said softly. You could smell his cinnamon gum, and your fingers lightly played with the buttons on his shirt as you tried to ponder your next question.

“Do you miss me when I’m not around?” you added.

“So much that it hurts,” Raymond whispered. “Is love supposed to hurt?”

“I think so,” you told him. Slowly, the two of you made your way to the bedroom, but you were surprised when Raymond didn’t push you down to the bed immediately. Instead, he held you close, his big hands grasping your hips as if you’d fly away. “Otherwise, how would you know when love ends?”

“You make me…” Raymond began softly, and he sighed. “You make me wanna take my time.”

“How so?” you asked.

Raymond gave you the smallest smile, and he nudged his nose against yours. “It’s like I said. Time feels worthless when I’m not with you.”

“I think that’s the biggest tell of all,” you said. “You wouldn’t mind timing out if you were with me.”

“You could take every second I have,” Raymond told you. His fingers played with the hem of your shirt, threatening to dip under and feel your skin, and you reached down and grabbed his wrist, and you placed his hand on your bare side. “And I would let you.”

“Fuck…” you whispered, and you smiled. “Raymond Leon… I think you fell in love with me.”

“I think so too,” Raymond said. He blinked slowly, admiring you, and he whispered, “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“Ray,” you muttered. You nearly told him that you felt the same way, but the thought terrified you. Even if he loved you, you were still a prostitute and he was still a Timekeeper. It couldn’t work. It shouldn’t work. It would be better if you just didn’t try. You slowly worked to undress him, but he stopped you once his shirt was unbuttoned.

“Tell me,” Raymond said, his eyes sparkling. “You wanna tell me something, I can see it.” He pressed his palm to your cheek and angled your face up to him, and his eyes flicked to your lips. “Tell your man.”

“You’re my man?” you asked. You wanted to laugh at him, like you always did when he said cheesy shit, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. The air felt charged with electricity, and your body shivered against your will.

“Yes, honey,” Raymond whispered. His lips were just so far away from yours, and you suddenly were overcome with the feeling of loneliness. You hated how lonely you were. “The same way you’re my woman. Right?”

Your fingers crawled up to Raymond’s hair, and you lightly brushed the black tresses off of his forehead. Your fingers then skimmed along the soft skin of his temple and down to his cheek, where a small, white scar sat on top of his right cheekbone. “Ray,” you breathed. You wanted to feel silly for your request, but the way that Raymond was looking at you made you feel like he would agree to whatever you asked of him. He would give you the sun and the moon, if you asked. He would give you every second in the world. “Make love to me, Ray.”

Raymond finally pressed his lips to yours, and his fingers dug into your flesh as he willed you closer and closer. His mouth was warm, his tongue soft and wet as he parted your lips, and gasped as he dug his nails into your ass. His hands were greedy as he massaged your skin, and his wet kiss trailed from your mouth down to your neck. You couldn’t help but take fistfuls of that beautifully soft, dark hair, and you fell back with him onto the bed. Raymond took no time in caging you between his legs, and he rushed to take off your shirt. He was breathing heavily into your neck, and you took his firm jaw in your palm. “Ray, my love,” you whispered, and his blue eyes grew wide at you. “Slow down. We have time.”

“Not as much as I wish,” Raymond told you. “I wish we had all the time in the world.”

“Me too,” you whispered to him. “But let’s not waste what we have.” You took his arm and turned it to see his countdown, and you were reminded of how much time he had given you. “Especially you.”

“I already said it,” Raymond chuckled. He brushed a stray strand of hair from your face and laid a gentle kiss on your forehead, and he said, “I wouldn’t mind too much if I timed out here and now.”

“But I would care,” you told him. You quickly shucked off his unbuttoned shirt and smoothed your hands down the dark curls on his chest, and Raymond worked your own shirt above your head. He leaned down and kissed at your tits, gently massaging the one he wasn’t kissing, and you heard a soft moan rumble from his mouth. “God, I’d care so much if you timed out. Ray, you… You’re the only thing I’ve got. I look forward to seeing you every day and getting to see you, to hear you talk, to fuck you. I don’t have anyone else.”

Raymond looked up at you with those wide, icy blue eyes, and he tucked his pink bottom lip between his teeth. “God, I need to be inside you,” he whispered, and you laughed at his transparency. “Shut up, you know you want me just as badly as I want you.”

You nodded, because there was no use refuting it, and you rid yourself of your jeans and started to work on Raymond’s pants. Every brush of your hand had the poor man gasping, and you returned the favor in kind when his own hand went to push into your panties. You writhed as he touched you, feeling your warm, wet folds, and you tugged on that dark hair of his when he pushed his fingers inside you. “God, you really want me, huh?” Raymond laughed softly, and you nodded as your walls tightened around his fingers. “That’s okay, love, I want you too.”

Quickly, he withdrew his fingers from you, and you helped each other finish undressing. His skin was so warm, and the weight of him between your legs felt so perfect, and you moaned softly into his ear when you felt his hard cock press against your thigh. “Ray,” you whimpered. “We don’t have a lot of time.”

“I know,” Raymond whispered, and he spit a mouthful of saliva down onto your waiting cunt. One of his hands went to his cock and he began to gently stroke himself, and the other hand went back to your cunt, spreading his spit around your puffy lips. You squirmed a little at the feeling of his thumb ghosting over your clit, and Raymond laughed. “Oh, good girl. Taking all my teasing, huh?”

You didn’t have time to respond before he was pressing the spongy, uncut head of his cock to your soaking pussy. “Oh, fuck,” he hissed. His stomach was tight, his chest heaving as he breathed, and you reached up to push his hair aside from his face to see his reddened cheeks. “Everytime I fuck you, you feel brand new.”

“Would it be bad if I wasn’t?” you asked, and Raymond chuckled.

“No at all,” Raymond said, and he pushed himself into you, slowly, inch by inch. “I love that you’re a nasty little whore.”

Your hands grasped his shoulders as he sank himself fully into you, and you gasped when he was entirely sheathed inside you. “Ray,” you whispered. “Fuck…”

“I love you,” Raymond whispered back, drawing his hips back and pushing back, fucking you slowly. It didn’t feel like fucking, though; his forehead was pressed against yours, kissing your mouth and greedily swallowing your moans, his arms holding you tight and close. He was doing what you had asked him to: he was making love to you.

“I love you,” you whispered into his mouth, and he kissed you hard, trying to take all of your words away. It worked, too, and, as his work became faster, you could only tilt your head back and moan softly. His hands, strong and hard, grabbed at your thighs and spread you open for him, and he gave little delicious grunts into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, biting your bottom lip, and he shifted himself up to look at you. His light eyes were blown out and dark with love and lust, and you sighed as you stroked his hair back. “I love hearing you say that, baby.”

“I’ll say it as much as you want,” you told him as your thighs shook around his hips. His fingernails dug into your flesh as he fucked you harder, and you could tell by his throbbing cock that he was close. He was quick to the draw that night, but you only tugged him down and kissed his soft lips. “I love you, Ray, I love you, I love you…”

“Fuck,” Ray whispered again. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Already?” you teased. “What happened to my big, strong Raymond?”

“Big, strong Raymond is in love,” he told you. “I’m fucking the girl I love, I think it’s okay that I’m a little easy tonight.”

“Oh, it’s more than okay,” you told him. The sound of flesh smacking together grew louder as he fucked you harder, and he took handfuls of your tits as he fucked into hard and fast. Each thrust made you moan and dig your fingernails into his back, and his breath came in quick gasps against your ear. The quick drag of his cock inside you hit that soft spot every few strokes, and your hips jolted each time. “Fuck, Ray, I’m gonna cum too!”

“Good girl,” Ray whispered, and he sucked at your neck greedily. Your fingers grabbed at his hips and back, urging him harder and faster, and he held you close, close, close as his hips moved faster and faster. “Come, baby, want you to come before I do.”

“I-I might,” you stuttered. Your legs were shaking hard, and Ray’s warm hands grabbed your legs and roughly pushed them over his shoulders. His hand came down on your ass quickly, making you jolt and laugh, and veins stood out in Ray’s arms as he grabbed you and dragged you into a messy kiss. You could feel the pressure building in your belly, and Ray’s deft hand fell down between your bodies and he rubbed at your clit in fast, harsh circles. Your skin was on fire, and every moan you gave was highlighted by Ray’s grunts or moans. You loved how vocal he was, and your fingernails ran down his broad back as you whimpered. “Ray! Raymond, fuck, I’m gonna—”

Raymond swallowed your moan with his kiss, and the sound of his fucking became louder and sloppier as you came hard around his cock. Your back arched into him, and his arms went around you and held you as he panted into your neck. His cock throbbed inside you with each new thrust, and the slight pain of it seeped into the edges of your body. Finally, Ray’s hip stuttered and his cock throbbed inside you once more before you felt him empty himself inside you. You listened to his delicious moans as he came, his eyes squeezing shut and his hair falling onto his flushed forehead, and you put your hand gently on his cheek and pulled him into a kiss. You both panted, exhausted by not only the actions, but the emotions of your time together. He loved you. “So…” you started, tracing lazy patterns on his flexed upper arm. “What does this mean… For us now?”

Ray removed himself from you for just long enough to retrieve his pants, and he tugged out a crushed carton of cigarettes and an old flick-type lighter, and he laid down next to you as he lit up. He offered his arm to you, and you took it and saw how little time he had left: hardly 5 minutes. “You can decide,” Ray told you.

“Jesus, you’re gonna time out before I can think!” you huffed.

“So, say the first thing you think of,” Ray said. “No thoughts, no hesitation. What does this mean for us?”

“I wanna be with you,” you told him, your eyes connecting with his. “I don’t want to have to worry that you won’t show up. I wanna fuck you and not expect payment. I want… I want to be yours. I want us.”

“I want us too,” Raymond told you, taking a drag on his cigarette. “I have another shift in the morning, and I’ll get my per diem in the car. I’ll take you to dinner, how does that sound? Our… First date, or whatever you would like to call it. I’d like to call it our… What, twentieth date? Does that sound right?”

“Twenty?” you considered. “Maybe. Who’s counting?”

Ray laughed, and he sat up and pulled at his cigarette again. “Come here,” he chuckled, and he took your hand in his and pulled you close to him, laying a warm, smoky kiss on your mouth. Quickly, before he could stop you, you grabbed his arm and touched his wrist to yours, and you transferred time to him quicker than you could even comprehend. It took him a moment to realize what you were doing, and he tugged his arm away quickly. You had given him all of your time, and left yourself eight hours— just the time of his shift. “You’d better come home quick,” you told him. “I’ll be waiting for you to give that back.”

#raymond leon #raymond leon x reader #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy #in time #this is an awful movie that makes no sense but cillian chews gum obnoxiously and wears a leather duster so how bad can it be #raymond leon x y/n #cillian murphy x y/n

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lovingunderratedcharacters · 7 years

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First Time With the Men of the 1st Recon Marines

Anon: Could I ask for the First Time with the Generation Kill guys pls?

Brad “Iceman” Colbert: He’s very rough and dirty, and he doesn’t like foreplay, either. He just wants to get to it but depending on how he feels about you, he might actually take his time. For the first time, he takes you up against a wall so he can thrust roughly into you.

Josh Ray Person: He’s all for pleasuring you and will take his time with foreplay. He does like it when you reciprocate, though. So he’ll go down on you, but he’s expecting you to go down on him, too. His go to position is deep stick because he can get really deep and it’s enjoyable for both of you.

Harold “James” Trombley: He’s a bit shaky when it comes to sex, so you have to be much more dominant than you originally thought you would be. It’s really kind of endearing how he lets you take the reigns. He lets you do whatever position you feel most comfortable with, but he loves reverse cowgirl.

Evan “Scribe” Wright: He’s very experienced with sex, and knows exactly how to make you happy. He’ll finger you and tease you as much as possible before finally giving you what you want. For the first time, he’s probably just going for missionary because he loves watching your face when you cum.

Tony “Poke” Espera: He loves to make you beg, and that doesn’t change for your first time. He will do whatever he can to get you to beg because it turns him on so damn much. After that, he goes for doggy style because it gives him just the right angle.

Walt Hasser: He’s so gentle and sweet with sex. Like, there’s no real dominant person between the two of you. You share the power and will switch from him being on top to you riding him. First time will probably switch between missionary and cowgirl so you both get a chance to be in control.

Rudy “Fruity Rudy” Reyes: Endurance. That’s the name of the game with him. You better be ready for marathon sex that keeps you up all night long. He doesn’t really have a rough or slow type of style, he just goes for it. The first time will probably involve any position either of you like.

Larry Shawn “Pappy” Patrick: Classic man, sex with him is kind of like that feeling when you finally come home after a long vacation. You’re just relaxed and comfortable and happy. For the first time, it’ll be missionary because he’s damn good at what he does and you both love the closeness it gives you.

Anthony “Manimal” Jacks: Rough, dirty, spontaneous, and pleasure-filled. Your first time is going to be very spontaneous, like, you’re driving back from a date and he just pulls the truck over into a semi-hidden area and fucks you like there’s no tomorrow. He loves to bend you over some kind of surface and grab your hair to have more control.

Mike “Gunny” Wynn: He’s really nice to have sex with. I could imagine that he’s amazing at comfort sex. If you’re feeling bad, he’s going to make you forget whatever’s upsetting you. For the first time, he’ll want to be spooning you because he loves holding you up against his chest.

Nate Fick: He’s very caring when it comes to sex, so he’ll check with you when he’s doing something to make sure you’re okay with it. He loves pleasuring you and feels kind of bad when you go down on him and he doesn’t go down on you as well. For the first time, he loves to pull you to the edge of the bed and fuck you while he’s standing up because he get’s a full view.

John Christeson: He’s a bit too eager with sex, but in a really cute way. Like, he cums pretty fast, but he’ll get quietly embarrassed about it and end up fingering you or going down on you to make sure you’re happy. He knows missionary fairly well, so he goes with that for the first time.

Evan “Q-Tip” Stafford: He likes to romance you a little bit before sex, and it’s just as cheesy as you’d imagine. He will literally rap for you to get you in the mood, some of it being sexier than others. He’s slightly rough but he won’t get too rough because he doesn’t want to hurt you. For the first time, he does tight squeeze because he loves how he can whisper in your ear and kiss your neck.

Timothy “Doc” Bryan: He’s rough and loves to tie you up while fucking you. He’s also really into giving you hickies and waking up to find out that you’ve scratched up his back. He just loves markings from sex. First time position is you bent over the bed with your arms tied behind your back so he can grab onto you and thrust roughly.

(Once again, not all too comfortable with writing out Encino Man, Captain America, or Godfather. I just can’t get them right for stuff like this. Sorry, guys. :/)

#generation kill #gen kill #brad colbert #ray person #james trombley #evan wright #poke espera #walt hasser #rudy reyes #pappy patrick #manimal jacks #gunny wynn #nate fick #john christeson #evan stafford #Doc Bryan #generation kill preferences #generation kill headcannons #Smut

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hitman-two · 2 years

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Am I really posting smutty HCs as a way to celebrate Happy New Year? Wow. It's no wonder I dont have friends XD Upcoming smutty HCs. Block the tag 'Combat Jack Spice Rack' if you don't wish to see it. What to expect: Brad Smut HCs Ray Person Smut HCs Dislcaimer: ▸ It's okay if you don't like them. Everyone's perspective is different. I hold no judgement whatsoever, as there are plenty of other blogs that has content which will cater to your tastes. ▸ All HCs are thought of from my own brain when I should've been working. Any HCs that seem like they're duplicated - is pure coincidence. These two posts are not regarding the smutty-like requests I've received. I intend to write one-shots and give something better quality than HCs. Rest assured.

#Brad colbert smut #brad colbert x reader #ray person smut #ray person x reader #generation kill smut #generation kill x reader #combat jack spice rack

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kirieshhhka003 · 3 years

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If you don’t mind, can I ask NSFW alphabet with Ghiaccio? 🧊

Note: in all NSFW alphabets I describe how this character acts during sex with different partners, NOT with someone they love

Warnings: NSFW

Ghiaccio NSFW alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Ghiaccio mostly uses services of high-end prostitutes so he never actually frets over aftercare. Mafioso pays his partners money for sex, why would he care for partner’s well-being after the deed?

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On partner is plump soft lips, so pretty and perfect to wrap around Ghiaccio’s dick while sucking him off neatly. Blue-haired doesn’t really has a body part he’d love on himself, due to his stand’s ability his whole body is worked-out and it’s definitely something to be proud of

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ghiaccio likes to show his dominance over partner in any possible way, he thinks that cumming on their face is a great way of doing so. Making partner swallow all his sperm down after fucking their throat raw really strokes blue-haired’s ego, he may even stroke their head idly if they did a good job

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Once he had tipsy sex with Melone after one especially hard and stressful mission. They two spent three days haunting their target and planning the killing itself, so at the end, when all work was done, Melone and Ghiaccio went to the nearest bar, hoping to get rid of the stress. And they succeeded. Both of them acted like nothing happened afterwards, just dressed up, fixed their hair and said “See ya soon”, coming home nonchalantly

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

I think that Ghiaccio is about 25, so it’s obvious that he’s pretty experienced (look at this man, he can’t be a virgin). Blue-haired has tried almost everything, so he definitely knows what he’s doing

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His personal favorites are missionary and all related (so he can choke partner), doggystyle and the one where he fucks partner form behind while laying on the side

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

The only sounds blue-haired wants to hear from his partner during sex are moans, whimpers and pleadings, every other thing will be treated like misbehaving and then punished harshly

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ghiaccio’s pubes are very curly, but he always keeps himself clean-shaved and he prefers the same on partners, or maybe some fancy trim like heart-shaped carpet

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Blue-haired only expects to receive some pleasure and a few orgasms from his partners, so he definitely won’t treat them like a fragile little doll. Ghiaccio is fairly harsh on himself, so being soft and caring is not about him

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

For Ghiaccio sex is one of the ways to get rid of all the rage he has bubbling within his body, this is why he jacks off often. It almost never lasts for more than 5 mins because man literally wrings orgasm out of himself with a tight fist stroking his dick on the speed of light

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ooooof, a huge fan of impact play, so facefucking, slapping, hair tugging, degrading and bondage is always on the list. Blue-haired also has a thing for his partner calling him a master or signore, it really just blows his brains out and Ghiaccio turns into monster in bed, fucking his partner mercilessly. Also, dry humping and clothed sex, due to his short temper mafioso sometimes doesn’t have enough patience for undressing, so he just does the deed without getting off his garments

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He usually fucks at the hotel room he’s booked a day before, so wherever inside of apartments is fine. And, we all remember his red sport car, right? Sex there always feels special for man, so this is definitely one of his favorite places to get some quality time

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Ghiaccio’s tantrums are the best motivation ever. Mafioso had a shitty day - he will fuck then to get rid of the stress. It’s pretty hard to make mafioso going if he’s not in the right mood, no matter how hard partner try

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Water sports and all related. Just no. Ghiaccio is up to try everything, but this is his big no-no

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

One of his main kinks is facefucking so Ghia is all for a good blowjob. But when it comes to going down on someone… well, he’s not a fan. Especially when man has sex with prostitutes, he won’t ever go down on sex worker. It’s not like he’s disgusted of them or anything, it just doesn’t feel right for him (but not with someone Ghiaccio has feelings for, he’d gladly spend hours settled between beloved’s legs)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Ghiaccio is kinda selfish in bed, doing whatever he wants, not caring much about partner’s feelings or preferences. Mafioso is always fast and rough, all his movements are harsh, his words are pure filth, but if partner are on some kinky stuff - Ghiaccio is a perfect option

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A HUGE FAN OF THEM! Ghiaccio loves sex, and even a 10 min session rises his mood for a little and helps to calm down, it may be penetration, oral or dry humping. The only bad thing about quickies is if he picks the last option, blue-haired is supposed to spend the rest of the day with his pants full of cum

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Mafioso enjoys having car sex, and it definitely means something. It’s not about public places like park or crowded beach, but semi-public places as club restroom or dressing room are always on the list

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ghiaccio may last for a lot of rounds, 5 or 10, it all depends on his mood, but every round doesn’t last for long - 5-8 mins in general. But he also can go for 2-3 make out sessions during a day, each of them may consist of 5 rounds

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ghiaccio prefers doing everything with his own hands (especially fingers hehehe), so his collection of toys starts and ends with two different-sized gags

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s really into orgasm denial, but only on his partners. If they try to tease him, well, it definitely won’t end up well for them

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Ghiaccio has really dirty mouth, so he won’t shut up, degrading and insulting his partner to no end, calling them a whore and filthy slut, so greedy for his cock inside of them. Blue-haired also lets out quiet groans and swearings, but he never moans, thinking that it’s definitely not cool and manly

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ghiaccio is terrified of the thought of accidentally making a baby, so at the age of 23 he got his vasectomy surgery. But he still uses condoms, mafioso cares for his health and perspective of getting HIV is definitely not that appealing

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Blue-haired is 5,5 inches when fully hard, slightly curved, head is a little bit pinker than the shaft, more on the thinner side. Totally smooth, a single vein pokes at the bottom part of the shaft, closer to the base

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

On the calm days Ghiaccio’s sex drive is normal, low you could say, he’s just living his best life, enjoying random simple things. But on hard days (which happened to be almost every day), mafioso tries his best to suppress his urge to kill everyone, so his yearning is really high

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Blue-haired feels a little bit sleepy after cumming, but Ghiaccio is not the one for sleeping after sex. He just zips his pants back up and continues doing whatever he was, just like nothing happened

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yanderelovebites · 4 years

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Warning: hinted DDLG, not too explicit but reader does show signs of a Little.

*This is part of a thirst book that is both Fluff and Smut. This is a fluff one with a soulmate reader from the tattoo AU. Some future ones will be connected to this.

It was a long power struggle but the villains came on top. Many heroes and heroes-in-training lost a chip. The chips were made so they could avoid their soulmate in the event their soulmate was a villain or any other type of criminal. Most heroes were executed if they didn't match up to a villain. Some that were in training were given a choice redemption based on their year and if they interacted at all with villains before. Then, there was the rest of the classes.

These children gathered were found to have been forced to, while in the school, have a temporary working chip as well. They took it out and yet again the villains checked. You were in the last class they checked. You were young so you knew if by chance you were one... they would be older than you. You trembled at the thought of some much older woman or man potentially having right over you... you were raised to believe if someone is a villain, they can't love and they will mistreat their match.

That's terrifying.

To be honest... you hope you bleed out, but it's been slow. It'll close only to reopen if people are too rough. And it was a sloppy job. You see, you were stabbed because you were the forced 'volunteer' of what would happen if any of you resisted. They said for being a such a 'good girl and helping' they'd bandage the stab wound.

You hear the door open and you and your classmates are picked up. You didn't fight it. You were only a general class so judgement wouldn't be too harsh after they realize none matched a villain. You all were put in a line alphabetically. You were no. 14. You shiver as you see them scan the soulmate tattoo on the class rep. They pulled her away to the right... she would be okay right? The left is where the... soulmates have been pulled. Over there are nurses forced to be there. It's terrifying... this whole situation. You can't really describe it...

As each person went ahead, not single before you went to the left nor were they moved forward to die by the leader in all this....

Tomura Shigaraki.

You trembled a bit as the last person before you was moved. You trembled partly in fear and partly in pain. It still hurt. The men picked you up like the last and put you on the scan. Unlike the last thirteen people, there was green flash once it scanned the back of your neck... your tattoo was a hand with spider lilies growing from the palm. You were picked up but... brought to the left..?

The left...!

You didn't see who it was. They only said the match would appear on top of the machine, but those being scanned can't see that. A nurse takes you and says she's just going to check you over because the villains were definitely rough with the others. You could only nod.

She takes your clothes off and gasps a little "W-Were you the 'example' dear?" You nod again and she tells you to lay back as she fixes this and phones the doctor. Things got hazy from there and at some point, you passed out sometime after the doctor came.

You woke again in cozy bedroom. You were on a soft, but firm, mattress with purple sheets and a black bed cover. Under it was a fluffy blanket and even more at the foot of the bed. You had pillows around you and a couple stuffies. The nurse was at your side and smiled "Nice to see you're awake dearie. Please don't move, we don't want you to reopen the wound or undo the stitches. I was checking on your monitor. I will get someone to bring in food, alright?"

You replied hoarsely "A-Alright, ma'am..." She scurried off so you can better look around, but only on your back. There's an empty cork board, a simple desk with what you can assume are notebooks and pencils. There's a stain-glass window that cant be open and you can somewhat see has bars on the other side.

The walls were a dark shade of purple and the curtains were also black like the bed cover. There were color changing lights around the ceiling and in the center of the ceiling appeared to be the main room light. There was a TV hooked to the wall with - Blue Ray and an Xbox set up. The TV was on a clothes dresser.

You waited a few more minutes and a young girl came in with eggs, toast and some juice. The helped you sit up so you wouldn't open the wound and they supervise the meal.

You get sleepy after and they help you go back to sleep. You unconsciously hugged one of the many stuffies. You loved stuffies... back with your horrible mom who only cared that you be in a dumb hero school, you had many on your bed.

You held it close and let your dreams take you. This happened repeatedly that you asked the nurse if they put stuff in your food. She said "Yes, h-he asked us to. It's to make sure you don't reopen the wound... I assure you it's just until your fully healed, then you won't need that anymore!" She nervously chuckled it off. You latched onto her sleeve.

"Ma'am, I never saw who was flashed on the machine as to who my... mate is. Do you know?" You asked her. She looks at you sadly... "Miss L/n, it's the very man responsible for our nation's hell. Tomura Shigaraki is your match," she said as you let go. She scurried away once again.

Tomura Shigaraki.

The man who broke Izuku Midoriya. (He's alive babies)

The man who disabled your mom's sperm donor... (daddy issues :3)

A man who can leave you literally in dust is your soulmate?

Someone who has killed thousands?

The man who did the executions?

The man who you felt stare at you and your peers like you're insignificant ants?

You could only hold the stuffies, now frightened once again of your unfortunate situation. The second nurse comes again and you eat swiftly again. Would you feel safe knowing the stuffies and Blankies and the pillows you hugged so close were his doing?

Heh.

The man from the security screen room wouldn't know yet. He always kept watch of you there since that day. It was maybe two weeks ago. You're his, you had no choice. He never had the choice either. He's yet to explicitly interact, afraid one slight action from either of you would destroy your fragile body. On one hand, he could get a quirk disabling room-they had one available-and force you to share with him, but that could lead to safety issues.

It would be best left as a room used when you both are ready for it.

He knew you'd enjoy the stuffies, they questioned your mother through threats. She's expected to release some of your materialistic treasures. Anything significant. He, quite amused, enjoyed watching you ask finally who you were stuck with, although didn't like the nurse's tone. You seemed scared, but Tomura knew it would be that way. It's why he spoils you. He's bound to be shitty so you might as well get something good, right?

He really didn't want to admit he liked the idea of being able to care about someone. To be able to love them without any other reason than it's what he craves.

He hopes he won't have to discipline you too much once you're fully healed...

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Eventually, it comes to the nearing point of your healing process, but also the fact you've grown an immunity. The drug only left you unable to move now. It was quiet. No sound and unable to open your eyes... it's like a horror film. At least you know no one would harm you... but it still scared you.

After a good while, you hear a door creak open. You hear unfamiliar footsteps. These ones are more... stealthy. The nurse's were hard and left a tapping sound once it met the floor. This seemed quiet, as if he didn't want anyone to know he or she is there. You feel the bed sink in and wish you could open your eyes.

They stroke your head with only two fingers. It felt... calming. Your body accepted his touch like second nature. You hear a rough voice say "So innocent..." They gently move hair away from your face. "I wonder how you're fairing inside that little head of yours, being confined to a bed, no freedom besides what little conversation that nurse has with you... I'd imagine its boring," the voice said to your immobile body. After some thought... the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

He strokes your head again with two fingers. "You like these don't you... the stuffed animals. You cling to them like a small child, it adorable. I'm glad you like them so much... means I didn't waste time picking a few for you after that long day of going through your entire school," the voice said. His last sentence was all you needed to know who this was without any doubt. Tomura.

"You're mine regardless," he said, twirling a piece of your hair with his index finger, you assume anyway. "When you heal, I'll make sure you understand what that means," he mutters, almost too low for you to catch. It was creepy, but comforting, knowing he's talking to you while unconscious-or at least he thinks you are.

It becomes quiet, the only thing you hear is the clock, your breathing, his too, and the fabric static from your pillow. Yet, the warmth of his fingers never stops moving. They pet you almost robotically until you hear a beep from a watch. He sighs. "I'll be back tomorrow, awake or not..." he said. You blushed in your sleep as you felt chapped lips kiss your forehead, but then they leave along with your soulmate. He's gone with a simple thud of the door closing...

All while you long for his warmth again.

#yandere #yandere bnha #yandere x reader #yandere bnha x reader #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #yandere shigararaki x reader #yandere tomura x reader #yandere tomura shigaraki #yandere shigaraki #yandere tomura #tomura shigaraki #Tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #shigaraki x reader #fluff

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yuexuan · 2 years

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[review]人魚陷落

Title: 人魚陷落 The Fallen Merman

Author: 麟潛

Length: 274 chapters

Rating: E

Tags: sci-fi, fantasy, action, a/b/o, enemies-to-lovers

Summary [taken from novel updates]:

I had to take him home and raise him. There was no bathtub or a large basin at home, so I had to put him in the washing machine for the time being.

It was an hour later before I remembered it again, by which he had been washed extremely clean.

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The synopsis is sort of misleading because this is not a fluffy nor comedic story. The story is set in a world where humans have six genders and developed supernatural abilities linked to their non-human characteristics. These supernatural abilities are further divided into increasing levels of rarity based on their evolution: J1 (first evolution), M2 (second evolution), A3 (third evolution), and S4 (4th evolution). With each evolution, new abilities are attained.

Enter our two protagonists: two experiment subjects who are developed as bio-weapons. The omega - Lan Bo - is a manta ray mermaid with the ability to generate electricity and purify the ocean. He was originally the king of his people prior to his capture and turning into an experimental subject. Suffice to say, Lan Bo has little affection towards humans. The alpha - Bai Chunian - is a white lion hybrid who has been raised as an experiment subject. He managed to leave the research facility after Lan Bo injured him severely and he was deemed of no value to the researchers. Later Bai Chunian was adopted by Yan Yi, President of the Omega Union, and his husband. As a result, he has developed some affinity towards humans.

The plot is a series of interlinked cases where Bai Chunian and Lan Bo engaged in different cases related to escaped experimental subjects. Bai Chunian’s job is to train the special task force and hunt down subjects who are causing a problem, while helping those who want to adapt to human society. Lan Bo, on the other hand, largely tags along for Bai Chunian’s sake.

Highlights

The abilities and design of each character are very diverse and interesting. For example, Bai Chunian’s M2 ability is to turn others into glass marbles - so long as he knows their name. If the glass marble breaks, everyone around him will lose their memory of the person, effectively wiping the person’s existence off from the world. This comes in as a plot device when he endangers others with his abilities and when he has to make the difficult decision to erase the existence of his student.

Lan Bo’s abilities are also interesting - since he is a mermaid, he has to travel by using electrical charges to stick himself to metal surfaces lol His design has a semi-transparent tail, so it creates some very *ahem*exciting*ahem* smut scenes.

Talking about smut, did I mention that the story has quite a bit of smut? :D

In this story, the omegas in the special task force are as skilled as the alphas since they possess their own non-human abilities. On that note, non-human characteristics are not limited to animals. There’s a pegasus alpha who has the ability to heal and nullify the enemies’ attacks. There’s also a cursed doll-experiment subject who creates bad luck for his enemies. The side characters and pairings have their own unique quirks and I love the dynamic between Bai Chunian and his students. The students are afraid of the former because of his strictness, but they also really respect him and try to perform up to his standards.

Side notes

The MC and ML are not your friendly/morally pure characters. Bai Chunian is nice to the people he knows, but will not hesitate to kill humans that have wronged him and at one point, even let innocent bystanders be killed. Lan Bo barely tolerates humans, even his allies. The dynamic between the two is also far from fluffy - in fact, a large part of the novel is just them beating each other up and trying to kill each other. Part of the conflict comes from their different background - In the mermaid society, omegas are at the top of the hierarchy, whereas in human society, alphas are the dominant one. Cue the two protagonists constantly fighting over their dominance.

There is also a lot of noncon/dubcon and dark content. E.g. In the research facility, Bai Chunian and Lan Bo are placed together in the breeding tank and forced to breed. Their child died because the researchers weren’t aware of mermaid biology before forcefully attempting to change Lan Bo’s tail into legs. Be prepared for content like these if you want to give the novel a read!

#danmei #人魚陷落 #the fallen merman #麟潛 #review

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jenomark · 4 years

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A-Z Analysis of Jungwoo

💚 Smut

💚 18+

💚 This is only fantasy

A ⇥ Aftercare

The minute he nuts, he’s done with sex. He’s ready to put his clothes back on and eat some good food. He’s the type to enjoy a nice conversation afterwards. He wants to know that you feel the same way he does. Being with you outside of the bedroom is his way of processing his emotions. If he spends too much time in the place where you fucked, he’ll start overthinking things. For him, life goes on.

B ⇥ Body Part

On him, his favorite body part is his cock. He would never ever say that to anyone else but you. He knows what he has. He also thinks his body line is handsome. On you, he’s definitely into titties of all sizes. There is something about large breasts that make him feel shy and excited.

C ⇥ Cum

He takes awhile to come. He can last a long time. You’d think he would spill easily, but he’s used to denying himself pleasure. His cum can shoot really far when he’s too pent up. He has no comments about your cum, but he thinks it’s super hot if your panties are soaked. He’ll check, too.

D ⇥ Dirty Secret

His dirtiest secret is that he loves feet. It’s not always sexual, but he definitely wouldn’t mind a foot job here and there. He just wants to pamper you, and he thinks about kissing your toes more often than he wants to.

E ⇥ Experience

He’s had no sexual experience. He has experience with women because they’re drawn to him, but no one has been more than a friend. For him, sex can wait until he’s ready. There is no rush, and he realizes that not having sex doesn’t define you.

F ⇥ Favorite position

His favorite position is being flat on his back. He likes when you ride his big body, aggressively. If you're on top of him and he’s inside of you, support yourself with your arms, bring your legs out and put your feet in his face, and he might make an exception and come quickly.

G⇥ Goofy

He laughs when he’s nervous. He’ll laugh if you switch positions, but it takes zero effort for him to get back into the zone. He’s always happy and smiling, rarely serious. He can get a little daydream-y.

H ⇥ Hair

He trims his body hair as much as he can. For the first time he’s having sex with someone, he’ll do it. The only way he won’t is if you bring up what you prefer. On you, he doesn’t have much of a preference. He loves a smooth leg, though.

I ⇥ Intimacy

He’s not that romantic. His sentimental words are the most romantic aspect about him. He always cares. “Do you like this?” “Am I good?” “I really like you.” There are moments when he’s having sex that he’ll have to speak to break the silence.

J ⇥ Jack Off

He denies himself pleasure a lot. He can go a long time without masturbating. It kills him to wait, but he also really enjoys the release. Is the type to get horny if someone so much as brushes against his crotch area. He enjoys fingering you and playing with your clit. The clit fascinates him. He’s so weird that he might actually start talking to it.

K ⇥ Kink

His biggest kink really is foot jobs. If you lube up your foot and jerk him off with both feet, he’s in heaven. Tie his hands so he can’t touch you and he’s a goner. He also dreams of fucking your tits, small or big.

L ⇥ Location

He prefers having sex in the comfort of his own home. Yours makes him feel weird, so his bed is the best place. Is down for fucking on the couch after eating dinner, both of you barely able to make it before you’re ripping off each other’s clothes.

M ⇥ Motivation

It doesn’t take much to turn him on. He’s very visual. He loves the swell of breasts, loves the way they jiggle. Cleavage leaves him enamored. A gentle hand on his arm makes his hair stand on end. He’s turned on by open-toed shoes and seeing your legs out.

N ⇥ No

He’s turned off by extreme public displays of affection. He’s a private person. Pushing him too much outside of his comfort zone is a real boner killer. He’s not that into bodily fluid play.

O ⇥ Oral

Sucking his dick means getting to hear his little whines. He’s very vocal. If you make eye contact with him while you’re licking him, he’ll be so happy. He likes going down on you, but he’s afraid to touch you roughly, so you’ll end up grabbing his head and burying his face in there.

P ⇥ Pace

Has an average pace. Can’t move slow because he wants more and more. Can’t move too fast or he feels like he’s missing the moment. He’ll eventually find the right tempo and position to make everyone feel good.

Q ⇥ Quickie

He needs everything pre-planned. Quickies make him nervous. The only thing you’ll be able to get away with is a quick hand job.

R ⇥ Risk

Isn’t that risky of a person. He considers being intimate with someone a risk, in general. He’s someone who puts his feelings on the line every time he has sex.

S ⇥ Stamina

Has good stamina. He’s not going to give up. He likes holding out. He likes finishing the job. There would be times when he’s way more eager to do things to you rather than you do them to him.

T ⇥ Toy

Toys are in interesting prospect. He’s into handcuffs. He’s into simple things. He would be the type to be shy about it, but he would eventually ask you to slip something in his ass.

U ⇥ Unfair

No, he doesn’t like teasing. It makes him feel bad.

V ⇥ Volume

He’s loud and whiny. His face has a lot of expression. He tries biting his lips to stifle moans but it doesn’t work.

W ⇥ Wild Card

He’ll be acting so cute, so you’ll have to rid your mouth of the sickly sweet taste. You’ll kiss him to shut him up. He’ll look like he’s in a daze, like he’s been caught with his pants down. You’ll sit on his body naked, your wetness on his tummy. His hands are wherever they want to be, feeling your warmth and softness. He wants you, you can see it in his eyes. You slide yourself over his long cock, the length of him making your insides ache. You want him there, pounding all of him as you ride him. “You’re unusually quiet,” he’ll say. You don’t answer, just lean down so your breasts are pressed against his chest. He’s hard in a moments time. You rub yourself over him, your nipples against his, and his hands working their way up your thighs. “I’m tired of talking.” you’ll say. Jungwoo, with his mouth gaping open, will get a fistful of your fingers. You’ll fuck his mouth with them before sinking down onto his cock and mimicking the motion. You readjust yourself so that he can see your feet, just out of his reach.

X ⇥ X-Ray

He’s a little bigger than average, but he’s not a shower. He doesn’t have a lot of pubic hair either.

Y ⇥ Yearning

His sex drive depends on his mood. It’s more low than high. He doesn’t count on sex as the only thing to keep driving him forward. He enjoys it, but he enjoys being in your company more than anything.

Z ⇥ ZZZZ

After he begins to wind down, he can only fall asleep unless you’re with him. He needs to be soothed and loved.

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shianhygge-imagines · 4 years

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Silver Rose [Vergil/Reader] [V/Reader] {Devil May Cry} The Mortal Half

AN: I apologize for the wait! The road of life took a bit of a wild turn, and my writing (along with a few other things) suffered for it.

On another note... anyone as excited for DMC5: Special Edition as I am :D

This chapter is a long one that I wanted to write and post as soon as possible (I was tempted to wait until all chapters of Visions of V were out). I will probably come back to re-explore V’s character at a later time because damn it, Visions of V really kicked my ass with the character development.

WARNING: As I have mentioned in a separate post, there is a section of smut in here. This is actually the first full smut scene I’ve ever written, so please excuse the awkwardness... and the kinks... and if it sucks.

So, yeah. It’s now a Vergil/Reader as well as a V/Reader story. Cheers!

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4th May 01:40pm

When you woke the next morning, Shadow was still curled into your side, its eyes closed and seemingly content despite the afternoon sunlight pouring through the windows. Though you’d slept peacefully through the rest of the night, it was rather strange having another presence in the same bed as you. After all, you hadn’t shared your bed with another individual since Vergil had started leaving on his alarmingly frequent trips away from your home in Red Grave City. And although it had been years since you visited that place, the mere thought of those nights brought a frown to your previously content face. Closing your eyes and exhaling slowly, you mentally gave the box of memories a rough shove away.

It’s best not to dwell on unpleasant thing, Y/N. You muse to yourself with the slightest tensing of your body.

Sensing your change in mood, Shadow shifted to rest a lightly dozing head on your stomach, cracking a single ruby eye open to check on you as a purr rumbles throughout its body in an effort to calm you.

Running a hand through the shadow panther’s silky ‘fur’, you hummed absentmindedly in response. “Just unpleasant memories, Shadow.” When the remnant of your husband’s memories merely huffs in a feline scoff, you turn to cuddle into the Nightmare demon. “I am 100% sure that V didn’t tell me the truth last night… but if there’s anything I’ve learned over the years, prying is generally not the correct course to take to learn the whole truth. Still though,” you sigh wistfully, “My life has been so chaotic and cryptic that there are times where I wish that I was born a normal girl.”

Although you wished to say more, your lips clam up the moment that you hear a knock at the door. “Y/N? It’s nearly 2pm. Are you awake, yet?”

You share a look with Shadow, “Well, speak of the devil, I guess.” You don’t bother moving as you call out to the moral man, “You can come in, V. I’m awake, but I sure as hell ain’t getting out of bed yet.” Even though you say this, you lift your head to peer over Shadow’s dark body as V enters the room with an eyebrow raised.

“Do you have any intention of leaving your bed, Y/N? It’s well into the afternoon.” V inquires with a furrowed brow as he closes the door and continues forward to the side of the bed with a limp.

“Oh…. Is it? I hadn’t noticed.” You remark cheerfully, settling back down into the sheets as you pet Shadow. “I don’t think I will any time soon, no.”

Unsure as to how to proceed with your blatant denial to rise from bed, V gestures towards the edge of your king sized bed. “May I have a seat?”

“Knock yourself out, V. This bed is too big anyways, so… ‘free real estate’ I guess.” You found yourself repeating the meme that a group of orphans in Fortuna City had taken the time to teach you… though you were unsure if you had used the meme in the proper context.

Your eyes shifted to meet V’s green once you felt the edge of the bed dip to your left. In the daylight, with the sun’s rays pouring into the room, V seemed… sickly. It was worrying how skinny and pale he was despite the hint of power you could feel in him. If it weren’t for his contract with Vergil’s remnants, you would not have any confidence in V’s ability to defend himself should you all take on Urizen. And once Vergil had been defeated again (though you found yourself in pain just thinking about killing your beloved), would the powers disappear and leave the young man before you weak and on the verge of collapse?

“There’s no need to worry, Y/N.” V’s gaze is almost gentle as he reassures you, “I promise that I’ll not suddenly collapse.” Not realizing that you had been staring, you blinked your eyes and mumbled an apology. “No, don’t apologize. It is only natural to doubt my abilities when I look like this.” The young man gestures towards his weakened body with a carefully bitter expression that would stick with you for days to come. “My powers are limited, which is why it is absolutely imperative that we stop Urizen before he grows too powerful.” When you don’t respond, trying to find a way to comment without offending him, V took it as a sign of sadness. “I couldn’t help but overhear you before I entered. That you wished that you were born to a normal life.”

Your face scrunches up as you force yourself to sit, “If I’m being perfectly honest, V… I don’t really know you well enough to pour my heart and soul out.”

V’s smile remains slightly bitter even as he pulls out the anthology of William Blake poems and hands it over to you. “Fair enough, Ms. Y/N. By all means, save your words. I only ask that you listen to what I have learned about you and your past.” When you reluctantly take a hold of the tome, V gestures towards it, “The note written on the back cover of that volume seems to imply that the person who gifted it to you was rather fond of you.”

The book’s cover was immaculate, but upon closer inspection, you noticed that the pages have yellowed from its age. Brows scrunched and curious, you immediately flipped to the back cover and withheld a gasp at the painfully familiar handwriting scrawled along the back cover.

To my beautiful silver rose,

Perhaps it is just the slightest bit vain that I gift this book to you. After all, an exact copy of this anthology sits on my book shelf in the study. But I noticed that you’ve taken a deeper interest in these old poems as of late, so I sought out a copy for yourself. Please do not think I turn a blind eye to your sadness when I am away, Y/N. I do my best to comfort you while I have you in my arms, but I must see my goals through. When I am gone, please read these poems and think of me. Just as I will think of you.

Rest assured that no matter how far I travel, Y/N, that I will always find my way back to you.

Your loving husband,

Vergil Sparda

“You were in that place, weren’t you?” You asked V as your fingers traced the note written into the cover. “There is no way you’d have this particular volume if you hadn’t been.”

V nodded, his eyes carefully watching as you caressed the book. “When I found Vergil’s remnants, they had been drawn to that book which had been left in one of the upstairs bedrooms.”

“I left it there when Vergil embarked on his quest through Hell.” You admitted, melancholic. “The book had been a constant reminder of an empty promise, so I tried to bury my past. Obviously it didn’t work, but I left the book in Vergil’s childhood room regardless.”

“Why the book?” V wondered, “Aside from the note in the back, the tome seems ordinary.”

Handing the book back to the younger man, you merely smiled a tame smile, “It was a symbol of hope that I didn’t want, as well as a constant reminder that the man I love abandoned me in favor of demonic power.” Slipping out of bed, you grabbed a robe and ventured into the bathroom, only a final statement leaving your lips before the door shut behind you, “And nothing’s worse than to be reminded that I wasn’t enough.”

22nd May 11:32am

You’re not sure if you should be worried or relieved by how easy it was to trail V through the city wreckage as you sprinted and jumped from one roof to another. The mysterious young man traversed the streets below with his Nightmare demons protecting him as low leveled demons appeared along the path. Over the course of the past few days, you and V had taken shelter within your home in Red Grave City. Although there were times where you interacted, V regularly ventured out into the city on patrols and supply runs, seemingly under the impression that you were still injured from the encounter with Urizen at the heart of the Qliphoth Tree. More often than not, V would leave in the afternoons and return in the morning.

Although you were touched by his care for your well-being, you still couldn’t but feel distrustful and suspicious of V. The names of his demon contracts… Hence your current trailing… and as it turns out, his actual hair color is white.

With how many demons there were roaming the streets, you were surprised that V had lasted this long. Though, from your spot seated on the roof above the corner where V fought to protect a small group of surviving humans, you could tell that the younger man was becoming weaker the more he used his abilities. You would jump down and aid him if he needed it, but only if he needed it.

Your initial assessment of V was that he didn’t care for humans in the slightest after watching him walk fast the human corpses without a care. The way the younger looking man had gazed upon the carnage with indifference… you remembered shivering and thinking that there was no way he was completely human. Though, after that night, you were pleased to learn that V had quickly taken up the role as protector while the humans evacuated.

Your attention drifted back into the present when V slumped over below you, exhausted as he sat upon a pile of demon corpses. The humans that he had protected were cowering against the wall opposite of V, and you frowned when none rose to offer aid to the sickly man, who had begun to pale more than he normally did.

You heard V heave a tired sigh as he asked Griffon a question, “How many days has it been?”

The demon summon flapped its wings and hovered above his master, “Three.”

V slumped over, curling in upon himself, his dark hair hanging to cover his face. “I’m not sure that I can even last a month.” Your frown deepened at that comment. That’s news to me… shit. Now I feel bad for not helping him. You rose from your seated position and removed your eyes from V to sweep the area with a vigilant gaze.

“You’re just going willy-nilly, spending all your strength like that.” Griffon squawked mockingly, “Nicely done, buddy. If you continue like this, you’re gonna croak before the kid even returns.”

So, V’s dying? You wondered, Who is he? What’s his deal? How is he involved in this mess to begin with? Your gaze also darkens when the humans call V and Griffon monsters. We have to protect humanity, yes. But this is one of those times where I understand Vergil’s distaste for humanity. Then again… nothing is perfect.

Your eyes sweep briefly back down to make sure that V was in the clear while searching for food just as you felt several demonic presences appear behind you. Stepping away from the ledge, you nodded and unsheathed the Totsuka just as several Hell Bats and a Lusachia attempt to ambush you.

Your steps are quiet as you slide under several fireballs and sprint across the rooftop to a less narrow roof. “Okay, folks. I’m going to have to ask you to be as quiet as possible during this entire transaction we got going here.” You chirp with a smirk, voice carefully lowered to just below your normal speaking voice. “I don’t want my friend knowing that I’m spying on him. Heh.” As expected, none of the demons respond, opting to rush you with fireballs and incantations.

Your feet are moving before your brain catches up with the attacks, running in wide arcs and tight turns to avoid the incoming fireballs and incantation circle. “Sorry, what was that?” Your grin is feral as you push off from the rooftop in a wide swipe at the Lusachia, striking it with a shallow cut before kicking off of it in a backflip, free hand pulling out your Silver Rose to shoot it in the face a few times. “I couldn’t hear what you were saying!” As you stick the landing, you shoot it once more before raising the same hand to your ears, “You’re gonna have to speak louder!”

Of course the Lusachia can only groan as it falls, dying from the wounds you’ve inflicted upon it. Around you, the Hell Bats screech and rush, swooping down in lines of fire as you duck and dodge. “No, no! I wasn’t talking to you guys! You’re a bit too loud, so imma have to ask you to shut up!” Just as two Hell Bats swoop down to attack you from both sides, you holster the Silver Rose and Totsuka, getting into a wide stance. When the bats are close enough, you unsheathe the Totsuka in a single movement, cutting down the demons before they could even touch you.

The remaining Hell Bat screeches and flies back towards the grocery store’s roof, but you only grin and follow, Totsuka sheathed once more. “No, no! I’m gonna getcha!”

You are probably a step away from killing the bat yourself, when you notice a giant meteor suddenly appear in the sky above you. “Ah! Nope!” You are just in time to kick off the grocery store roof and flip to safety when Nightmare crashes into the grocery store, completely decimating the building. Wincing at the loss of the area’s last remaining food source, you crouch down upon the ledge of another roof and scan over the wreckage below. “…that was overkill.”

It seems… from how loudly Griffon was protesting, that it agreed with your assessment. “You’re killin’ me here, V! Didja really have to take it that far? You could’ve just-oh, I don’t even know where to begin!”

You watch as a boy and his mother walk out of the wrecked grocery store before jumping down from the rooftop, casually strolling over to where V and Griffon continued to converse. You were about to speak when V crouched down and suddenly took a bite out of a demon’s carcass.

The only thing you could do at seeing the younger man eat the demon meat was dry heave loudly.

Both V and Griffon freeze before turning their heads to look at you. “Aw shit!” Griffon curses, “It’s the Lady Sparda!”

You hold back the gag threatening to escape as you approach the two, eyes trained on the blood staining V’s mouth. There’s unfiltered horror on V’s face even as you crouch down and wipe away the blood with a handkerchief. “Raw demon meant cannot be good for you.” The horror softens when you sigh and offer V a hand, “Come on. I still have canned food in the pantry back home. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You don’t see the grief and regret upon V’s face as you turn to lead him out of the wreckage, hand in hand.

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V’s Point of View

V’s green eyes never leave your back the entire way back to the house that Vergil had bought you all those years ago. He is exhausted from overusing his abilities, his mind muddled and unfocused. V can tell that the silence bothers you. He’s known that the silence bothers you ever since you’d both fled from this very city when you were children. Still, the past few hours have rendered him too tired to speak. So the silence continues.

Even as you fix him a meal.

Even as you sit down with him to eat.

Even as you guide him to the bathroom.

Even as you place a set of his pajamas on the counter.

Even as you leave the bathroom with a comment that you’d be in the study.

Even in his mute state, V doesn’t fail to see the melancholy in your eyes.

As he undresses, leaving his demon blood soiled clothes in the sink, V laments his current situation.

The house that he’d bought for you is still very much the same as it was over twenty years ago. Aside from the changes in products and appliances on the inside, it is as he left it. There are signs that Y/N doesn’t live in the building as often as she should… canned and dried food products in the pantry… a fridge empty except for bottled water and frozen meals… untouched kitchen appliances… a vacuum that seemed to be over ten years old… dust gathering in the unused rooms where they had planned to put a baby crib… his old clothes packed into boxes and shoved into the very same dusty rooms…

When the overly large bathtub is filled with hot water, V forces himself into the separate shower to quickly rinse off the dried blood and grime coating his skin. In the back of his mind, he recalls a memory where you told him that it was gross to sit in filth when taking a bath. The memory brings a constricting feeling to his chest and he doesn’t care that he drips water everywhere as he leaves the shower in favor of the bathtub.

The soap used in the shower is the same scent you’ve always used. The brand has changed, but it seems that you haven’t. His chest constricts some more when he realizes that you haven’t changed much since the last he saw you aside from your overuse of snark and slang. Sinking into the hot water and wrapped in your scent, V laments that the melancholy in your eyes was nothing new. When he was Vergil… a young Vergil from over twenty years ago… the last year spent with you before Temen Ni Gru… there were times where he noticed your eyes fill with melancholy. V winces, visibly in pain as he forces himself to remember. Vergil had known you were sad and lonely… but he had chosen to ignore your pain.

And even now, when he was no longer that man, V continues to hurt you.

The mortal half slips under the water before he knew it, his mind running wild with reflection.

Strange.

I feel rather peculiar.

I’m scared because I am weak.

I’ve resorted to depending on others because I am afraid.

That is what the weak do.

I’m…

…ever since I got this body, all I’ve been doing are things that I don’t want to do.

All of my thoughts are things I don’t want to think about.

(Y/N. Mother. Dante.)

While I’ve always intended on reflecting on why I lost (to Dante… to Mundus),

The reality is, I’ve moved on a long time ago.

I always thought I could fill this emptiness with power.

Anything that I lacked could be compensated with raw power.

How ironic.

It was only after I was stripped of all my strength that I realized…

That it was always within reach.

Always.

Deep inside, the answer was always there.

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Y/N’s Point of View

“V?” You knock on the door to the master bathroom after around ten minutes, intent on taking the man’s clothes in order to wash them. “V, I need your clothes so I can put them in the wash.” When there is no answer, you knock again, “V? If you don’t answer me, I’m just gonna come in.” Your brows furrow at the lack of answer. “… Well, I warned you. I’m coming in.”

There’s a distinct lack of sound inside the bathroom when you enter although the dirty clothes are in the sink, “Um… V?” Your gaze sweeps across the large bathroom to rest upon the filled bathtub, and you frown when you notice the bubbles rising from the middle of the large tub. Creeping closer, you can see V under the water, his gaze empty and melancholic. No more bubbles rise from his lips, and you suddenly realize that V might be too tired to notice that he was drowning.

You don’t notice the wet floor, and you don’t care that the man is completely nude. Something in you beckons you forward, and you practically sprint to climb into the bathtub, taking a firm hold of his torso and lifting V’s upper half out of the water.

V’s green eyes blink blearily as he stares into yours. “V?” You whisper, letting go of his torso once he’d sat up on his own. Your hands come up to brush his dark hair out of his eyes. “Are you okay?”

The man lets out a shaky breath and ducks his head, nodding. “I appreciate the sentiment, Y/N. But I wasn’t in any danger. You didn’t have to climb in to save me.”

“You weren’t breathing, V.” You deadpanned, bringing up a hand to flick his forehead. “Nobody’s dying in my house.”

The two of you are quiet for a few moments until V turns to look away from you. “As much as I am grateful for you kindness, I don’t want to imagine what your husband would do to me if he finds out that you bathed with another man.”

You flush a deep red when you notice the position you were in… straddling a completely nude V in the bathtub while you sit in a soaked white nightgown that was becoming see through. “I… uh…”

You’re at a loss for words and continue to be at a loss for words when V turns back to stare you down with darkened eyes. He scoots you closer, pressing you against his body as he teases lowly, “Unless… I entice you…?”

You swallow hard when you notice that something hard is pressed up against you.

~~~~~~

Third Person Omniscient Point of View

“I… don’t…” The water is starting to cool in the bathtub, sending chills up your body even as you flush from head to toe. The only source of warmth is from V, who holds you close, his green eyes gazing at you with a myriad of emotions… Lust… Affection… Loneliness… Guilt… Mischief… Love… It has been over twenty years since someone has made love to you, and for all your faith and devotion, you want to feel that intense pleasure… that warm intimacy once more. You know that a demonic Vergil has run rampant across your home city, that what remains of your husband’s humanity has bonded with the man before you… You know that something within you call for V and beckons you to continue… to give in.

The moment that you pulled V out of the water, soaked from head to toe with concern in you eyes, V knew that he could continue this charade with you. He’d been cruel to you for most of your life, and he couldn’t bear to be cruel for another minute. He wants you to know him completely once more. As Vergil as well as V. What he wanted and need this entire time had been something you’d been willing to give him from the beginning, and Vergil had been a fool to cast you aside. Yet, with you pressed so close to him, your scent invading his senses, all V can think about is his love for you. A love that had never died, just stubbornly ignored. He’d neglected you for over twenty years because of his mistake. And now, if you are willing, he would make love to you until that melancholy has been chased away.

You gasp when V presses his lips to the crook of your neck, whimpering as he simply brushes his lips over your skin in light caresses. The mortal half smirks against your skin and whispers to you in a low rumble. “I’ve slacked in my duties, Y/N.” His hands trail up your bare thighs resting on either side of his hips, bunching up the material as his hands rise sensually to rest upon your waist.

“W-what are you…saying?” It would be remiss of you to not notice the same phrase that Vergil used on the day he asked you to marry him. When did your breathing become heavy?

V’s lips trail upwards along the column of your throat achingly slow as he kisses teasingly along the way. His thumb traces gentle patterns on the skin of your waist even as he lifts you from his hips to place you close to the edge of the bathtub. He’s on all fours, knelt before you with his arms propped up on either side of your head as he continues the kiss until he’s at your ear. “I’ll show you how much you mean to me, my beautiful wife.” V growls as he gently nips your ear.

Shocked, you pull away to stare at the man. “V…” you plead, voice weak from arousal and heartbreak, “Please don’t play with my heart like this.”

The dark expression softens as V leans forward to press a loving kiss to your lips before pulling back. “I’ve made so many mistakes in the past, Y/N. The greatest was leaving you in pursuit of power.” His green eyes are filled with guilt as he sighs miserably, “You were right. Power isn’t everything. And I was wrong to call you a burden all those years ago.” At the reminder, you flinch backwards, and suddenly it is no longer just guilt on V’s face, but self-loathing. “Because of me, we lost so much time. Over twenty years of sorrow and regrets, and I didn’t want this to be another regret.”

“So, you’re…”

“I am Vergil… but not quite.” V confirms, “I… made another mistake, and this is the result.”

V’s lip move to continue, but you quickly shut him up by pressing your lips firmly against his. Your arms are raised to drape over his shoulders, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss with a hungry moan. You part your lips before V can tease you, and heavy desire pools below when his tongue teases the roof of your mouth.

V’s hands find their way to the hem of your soaked nightgown, grasping the edges firmly and lifting when you separate briefly to assist him in undressing you. You hear your nightgown flop into the water as V tosses the article of clothing to the side, but you can’t bring yourself to care. You press yourself into V, hands rising to hold his face as your lips capture his once more. “Explanations can wait until tomorrow.” Your voice is thick with desire as you pull away just the slightest to leave the bathtub.

After casually slipping your soaked panties off, you turn back to V to beckon him after you. You can hear him leave the tub as you walk out of the master bathroom and into the bedroom.

(Smut Alert!!!)

You don’t make it to the bed before V catches up to you, his hand snatching yours and halting your progress forward. The air conditioning is on, and the cool breeze on your wet skin elicits a shiver through your body just as your nipples harden. Soon, your shivering is not from the cold air, but from the heat of having V’s naked body pressed into your back. His right arm moves to circle around your waist, pressing his palm flat against your pelvis while his left arm releases you in favor of cupping your left breast. You can feel him hard against the small of your back as V presses urgent kisses along your shoulder.

“Tell me, Y/N.” His voice is a husky growl between sensual kisses as his fingers tweak your nipple with a quick flick. “Did you ache for me while I was gone?” V’s right palm lowers to rest just over your mound drawing molten patterns just upwards of your clit. “Did you stay up touching yourself to thoughts of what I might do to you when I returned?”

You know your husband, and even if V wasn’t completely Vergil, the teasing was enough of a tell to know that he could play the long game. If you don’t answer. If you don’t let out the sinful sounds he’s looking for… V would refuse to continue. And after twenty plus years without, you didn’t want to wait another moment.

“Y-yes!” You moaned, body aching for more as your pussy gets wetter. “Every night that I’m alone.” The tortured whimper from your lips pleases V immensely as his hand dips lower to cup your sex, long fingers swiping just lightly before pulling away to show you just how wet you are.

“And when you thought of me during those nights, were you as soaked then as you are now?” His voice had been sinful as Vergil, but the deep airy whispers that V makes has you licking your lips in anticipation as his fingers play with your juices. V rests his chin upon your shoulder and brings his fingers up to his lips, “No, right?” You can’t reply, too entranced as he licks your juices off his fingers. “Hmmm.” He moans as you whimper, bringing his hand back down to rest exactly on your clit. “I want to taste more of you.” V growls, a finger toying with your clit while his remaining fingers dip into your slit, spreading your juices all over your lips.

Head tilted, you can only moan when V dips a long finger into your pussy before immediately pulling out. “V… please s-stop teasing me!” You beg, quivering as your hands raise to tug his arms close.

He hums and thrusts his hips into your back slightly, not enough for him to receive any pleasure from it, but enough so that you know how much harder he’s become. “Hmmm” V purrs into your ear, turning his hand so that it locks with yours, fingers intwined for just the moment, “Well, if that is what my love desires…” In a single fluid movement, he’d spun you around and gently guided you to rest upon your bed. “Then who am I to deny?”

Although sickly, you can’t help but salivate over how the black markings decorate his torso and arms. They trail in intricate patterns all over his torso and down to his pelvis, ending at… oh. Fuck. He’s longer than I expected. The part of him that stands at attention, partially curved up, draws your attention better than his beautiful green eyes and dark hair. You’re sure that V can hear how fast your heart is racing as he smirks, completely at ease as he saunters forward and crawls over you. There are whispers at the back of your mind telling you to touch him, but you only ignore them as V presses slow, open mouthed kisses along every inch of skin on his way up to your mouth.

He stops just shy of kissing your core, where an unbearable amount of heat has gathered.

He presses gentle, mournful kisses to the spot that Vergil and Urizen stabbed, his eyes briefly meeting yours with a silent plea for forgiveness.

He licks up the valley between your breasts, eyes closes as if he’s savoring the taste of your skin.

He issues a silent challenge by meeting your gaze as he pulls one of your nipples into his mouth while a hand plays with the other. You meet his gaze and stubbornly refuse to look away even as you feel his tongue flick and lap, even as the heat of his mouth becomes almost too much to bear.

When he finally makes his way to your mouth, V’s smiling, something that has always been rare even when he was Vergil. The slow kiss that follows is sweet and loving, but is interrupted as you gasp. V smirks smugly as his fingers circle your slit a few times before he presses a finger into you… then two. His green eyes watch you in adoration as he pumps his fingers in and out of your soaked pussy, taking in your moans as if it were the sweetest melody he’d ever heard.

You can’t help the moans that fall from your lips or that your legs spread to give V more space. You want more.

“V!” You whimper, even as he presses a third in. “P-please!”

He pretends he doesn’t hear you, continuing to finger fuck your pussy as his thumb plays with your swollen clit. It has been over twenty years since he’d had you beneath him. And with all the shit he’s pulled in the past, he wants you to cum at least once before he takes you.

After years without, you don’t last as long as you’d hoped. The rush of pleasure builds up faster than you expect. Your legs stiffen and your toes curl as the heat builds up to a climax, sending you over the edge of wild abandon and heavy breaths.

You come back from the haze to find V grinning triumphantly, licking your juices from his fingers once more. When scowl dangerously, V only continues to grin. It doesn’t take much more than a push to reverse your positions, but still V’s grin persists.

“Not satisfied, my love?”

“You know damn well that I’m not satisfied.” You mutter with a pout, throwing your legs over his hips so that you can press your soaked lips against his throbbing cock. Biting your lip, you stay still for a few moments as you look down at V, his dark hair sprawled upon the bed and lustful gaze staring up.

“And how would you have me repent, Y/N?” The words are out of his mouth before V realizes it.

You hum, tracing your fingers along the black lines adorning his chest before moving your hips to slid your pussy along his cock. “I want you to fuck me, V.” His body tenses when you continue to tease him, “I want you to fill me up. To make me cum so many times that I forget my name. To make me scream so loud from pleasure that fucking Urizen can hear it from his stupid demon tree.”

A growl is your only answer before V’s gaze darkens once more and you find yourself pressed into the bed, watching as V positions himself between your legs, lining himself up so that the head of his weeping cock is pressed to your opening.

“If Urizen hears the sounds of your pleasure, he might be compelled to take you as well.” He’s teasing you again.

“Urgh, V, jus-ah!” You’re interrupted when his hips snap forward, sheathing his cock to the hilt.

“I’ve never been one to share.” V gasps, holding onto your hips as he pulls away and snaps back.

All you can do is moan and move to meet his hips, lewd noises filling your quiet home as V sets a quick pace. After years of denying yourself the pleasures of the flesh, you can feel your cunt stretch around V. Already sensitive from your previous orgasm, it takes everything for you not to cum again just from being filled. Your soft moans and gasps of his name fuel V’s desire, and soon, as you cry for more, he sets a brutal pace, pounding into your pussy as your writhe beneath him.

His green eyes are wild as he pounds deep into your womb, something like determination in his eyes, “Y/N.” Your name is like a prayer upon his lips, “You asked me to fill you up.”

If it was possible, another jolt of pleasure shot through your body and straight to your core, and you found yourself tightening around him at what V was implying. “Yes.” You moan, throwing your hands up to wrap around his shoulders, “Yes, V! Fuck! I need you to cum in me!”

Unable to stop himself anymore, V let go of whatever control he had and thrust into you with wild abandon. He didn’t even know if he could impregnate you in his current state, and he knew that it was reckless to try, but fuck if he wasn’t going to try anyways. It was all you’d ever wanted with Vergil. A family. And if he could give you this, too…

God, you wanted to be filled. The thought of finally having a child leaves you wailing and on the edge of release. You could feel him throb as he abandoned rhythm, muttering ‘I love you’ as his body quaked with each thrust before abruptly stopping. The moment you feel his warmth spilling deep into you is when you finally allow yourself to fall over the edge with a wordless moan, pussy pulsing as you milk V of his release.

Coming down from the high, you find yourself entangled in V’s arms, the both of you breathing heavy as you both lay on the bed. Like all times before Vergil left, the two of you lay in silence, content with each other’s presence.

(Smut end… *fans self* as a side note, they absolutely cleaned up after an additional two rounds :P)

23rd May 09:32am

You woke up to the sounds of a struggle, bolting from the bed with light steps and snatching the Silver Rose from your nightstand. You heard something clank and clatter from within the bathroom just as you pressed yourself to the wall, gun raised as you peered into the room. What you saw in had you in a fit of laughter.

“Ahahahahaha! Oh my gosh! V!” Your finger leaves the trigger as you bend over with a laugh, , “I have a washer and dryer for a reason!”

V grumbled and flushed lightly as he wrestled his clean, but soaked pants from Griffon and Shadow. “…” The set of pajamas that you’d coaxed V into the previous night were thoroughly soaked through because he’d decided to hand wash and hand dry his only set of clothes.

“Guess we’ve been camping out too much, huh, buddy?” Griffon chirped after letting go of the black pants.

Shadow lets out a growl in warning, also letting go of the pants in favor of approaching you, rubbing its face against your side with a purred greeting. Though you raise a brow in question, you raise a hand to scratch behind the panther’s ears. “I have many questions, I’m not going to beat around the bush.”

V sighs and sets his clothes on the sink counter before walking towards to pull you into a loving embrace, “Let me change into some dry clothes, and we’ll talk over breakfast.”

His wet clothes feel cold against your nightgown, but you don’t mind, humming as you snuggle into V’s embrace.

15th June 06:00am

“Hurry up, Shakespeare! The Lady Sparda and I aren’t gonna wait for your slow ass all the time!” Griffon called back towards V from his perch on your right arm.

“Oh, don’t be like that, Griff. He’s trying his best.” You chide, turning to stare at V just as he closes the remaining few meters to stand at your side. The past month had been an ordeal, but here you were, about to meet up with your son to end this mess. Turning to V, you playfully nudge him, “Let’s go, V.”

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I will definitely be writing more about Reader’s time with V as chapters of Visions of V release.

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Natasha Romanoff x Reader : Thin Line

Summary: You’re wild and free. She’s strict and trained. You and Natasha are polar opposites and it drives her crazy. Each move you make annoys her to no end. But, there’s a thin line between annoyance and adoration.

Rating: 18+ Violence, Language, Blood, Death, and Smut.

Chapter 6

"All right, what do you see?” Steve’s voice rings through your ear piece.

Your eyes scan your surroundings, taking in the passersby and the basic chaos of a populated city.

Wanda, being the one in training, replies to Steve,“ standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It’s a good target.”

“What exactly is a good target? Like, if it’s a target doesn’t that automatically make it bad?”

Wanda snickers at your comment and Steve ignores it before running through the general surveillance with her and directing her attention to a car parked across the street.

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.” Natasha remarks, causing you to instantly glance over at her.

She quirks an eyebrow at you over her cup of tea, quickly refocusing.

Wanda is quick to inform you all,“ you guys know I can move things with my mind, right?”

“Neat trick but it’s not that simple.” You inform her.

Natasha agrees, telling her,“ looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature.”

“Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?” Sam, your other teammate throws out.

“Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?”

Laughing, you duck your head and cross the street, eyes following the traffic.

Steve tells everyone to focus. Rumlow is a pain in his ass and this is the closest Steve’s been in a while to shutting him up.

“Right, focusing.” Your eyes narrow,“ Sam mind tagging this garbage truck comin up on me? This guy is the worst driver.” You shake your head at the way the truck speeds through traffic with no regard to it’s surroundings.

You hear Sam speaking to his gadgets, pulling up an x-ray of the truck, and then telling you all that it’s at max weight and the driver is armed.

“It’s a battering ram.” Both you and Natasha say.

Steve tells everyone to engage immediately, Wanda being a little confused as you then explain that the target isn’t the police station.

You hear Steve fighting before anyone else, calling out how many hostiles are left and what armor they’re packing. Soon after Sam and Wanda join the fight.

Natasha pulls up on her motorcycle and you immediately climb on, her speeding you both to the IFID.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon.” Steve breathes heavily.

“On it.” Natasha calls and the second she pulls on the throttle you pick up on her plan.

You stand and jump off the motorcycle, over Natasha, and straight into an enemy. Your feet kick into his chest and he falls back just as Natasha’s motorcycle scrapes across the ground into the guy behind you.

Winking at her, and picking up on her smug smirk, you quickly engage the other hostiles in the area.

Groans and complaints hum through the ear pieces as you all take down enemies. You catch small glimpses of your team fighting, but you don’t see Rumlow. Which is equally as good as it is bad.

Just when you think things are going smoothly you here the distinct sound of Natasha’s groan followed by an explosion.

Your eyes snap over to the sound and you see her flying out the back of an armored truck, smoke billowing out after.

“Dammit Nat.” You snatch the head gear of the last hostile and punch him straight in the throat before heading over to Natasha.

She groans and rolls on to her back, soot dirtying her porcelain skin.

“Open those eyes pretty girl,” you pat her cheek gently.

Another explosion sounds behind you and you frown, looking in that direction.

“What is with you guys and bombs today?”

Steve ignores the comment, instead telling Sam that Rumlow’s on the move.

You stand, pulling Natasha up with you, and heading over to the motorcycle.

The two of you ride it as far as traffic allows before ditching it again to run over car roofs.

Your informed that they’ve split up and ditched the gear, Natasha tells everyone you guys are following the two on the left while Sam follows the one of the right.

Rumlow isn’t with either group which concerns you, until you hear him speaking to Steve. Sam calls that his guy doesn’t have the weapon which spurns you and Natasha on.

It’s not until you’re in a market square that you catch the two. You both incapacitate the targets quickly, with the assistance of Sam’s drone.

For the briefest moment your lost in Sam and Natasha’s banter, laughing at it until the biggest explosion of the day seemingly shakes the city.

Eyes wide, you and Natasha race to the scene as Steve calls for evacuation and medics. Upon arriving Natasha runs to Steve’s side, but your drawn to the very distraught Wanda.

It doesn’t take long to put two and two together.

“Wan.” You squat to wrap an arm around her shoulders.

Tears pool in her green eyes as her hand covers her mouth in shock. She’s mumbling something incoherent, over and over. The people around, who aren’t hurt, glare at her or look on in horror.

“Wan get up, come on.” She rises ever so slowly, trembling in the slightest, and you run your hands up and down her arms.“ I’m taking Maximoff to the jet.”

The team agrees, obviously knowing exactly why she shouldn’t stick around.

You’re adamant on getting her out of the public eye just as much as you are about getting the civilians to safety.

A groan involuntarily escapes your mouth as you collapse on your bed back at the compound.

Today was more hectic than ever and you feel it in your bones.

The shower you took barely worked. Sure you’re clean but you still feel crappy. And if this is how you feel, you can’t begin to imagine what Wanda feels.

“Hey.”

You don’t need to open your eyes to know it’s Natasha.

“Hey.”

She walks further into the room, after closing the door, and sits next to your laid out form. Her eyes scan your body, lingering on each bruise you received in today’s fight.

Despite having her own bruises and knowing there was no way you could’ve avoided them, she still feels hurt seeing you hurt.

Knowing that, you pull yourself into a sitting position, and wrap her in your arms.

“What’s goin on this head of yours Romanoff?’ You place a kiss on her temple.

Her body relaxes into you despite the stress running through it,“ nothing.” She lies.

But you don’t push it. Things happen naturally between you two and so whenever she opens up about her thoughts and feelings you want that to be just as natural.

“Okay,” you hum.“ You speak to Wanda?”

That topic alone makes her take in a big breath and sigh,“ she’s torn up. Hating herself. Which is exactly how I felt on my first mission gone wrong.”

You nod, knowing the feeling all too well. Your first bad mission went as horribly as it could have and it tore you apart.

Natasha of course senses the instant change in you. Sure you weren’t your usual cheeky self but you’re gaze just darkened even more.

“Tell me.” She whispers, her hand cupping your cheek.

You hated thinking about it. The memories alone were enough but each time you thought of it the emotions weighed down on you more and more.

*****Flashback*****

Maverick puts the cuffs on your target, hauling him up off the ground, and towards the SUV.

“And here I was thinking you’d be hard to catch.” You taunt, opening the car door, and smiling when Maverick chuckles.

You take the target from Maverick and shove him in the back seat.

“I must admit, your plan worked brilliantly Mav, so drinks on me.”

His usual cocky remark doesn’t come which makes you frown.

“Don’t act all humble now yo-” your words die in your throat when you see the blood stain on the front of the car.

Heart now pounding in your chest, you rush around to the passenger side. Lying on the ground, shirt slowly absorbing the blood from his wound, is Maverick.

You drop to your knees beside him, pulling your mission issued communicator out.

“HQ come in. We’ve been engaged by an unknown threat. My partner’s down, I need back up and medics now.” As mission control replies you hover over Maverick.

Searching his body for the source of all the blood, you find a bullet wound in his abdomen and another in his chest. He’s starting to gasp for air and you’re trying your best not to panic.

“Stay with me Mav, medics on the way.” You rip your jacket off and apply pressure to his chest wound.

Being focused on Maverick, you make the mistake of not focusing on the things around you. Which results in you being blown back when the SUV explodes, the same SUV holding your target.

Your ears ring and your head starts to pound. Opening your eyes disorients you but it’s clear to see the fire blazing from what’s left of the car. And it’s also easy to see all the people hurt and killed by the explosion.

There’s so much happening you aren’t even sure what to do.

"Y/N.” Eyes snap to Maverick as he says your name with the little oxygen he has.“ Go.”

He knows he’s not going to make it, he doesn’t want you to end up like him.

“No, Mav-”

His eyelids start to droop and you feel your heart shattering. When they close, they don’t open again.

*****End Flashback*****

Natasha runs her hand over your back comfortingly but she doesn’t say anything. For two reasons: one, she doesn’t know what to say and two, even if she did, she knows no words could make this better.

“I can’t say he was my best friend cause outside of work we barely hung out. But then again, I didn’t really have friends outside of work so he was the closest thing I had. Losing him-” you sigh and blink away tears.“ I haven’t worked with another person since he died. It made it easier, not having to watch out for someone else.”

Fingers, combing through your hair, Natasha says,“ knowing you, I bet you felt pretty alone.”

“Yeah, of course, but like I said, it was easier. I got to do things my way, for the most part, and I completed missions much faster and more efficiently. But Fury got concerned when I started to do more reckless things.”

“Like blowing up building?” You chuckle along with Natasha.

“Right. Anyway that’s why he assigned me to the team. He said it would help me put things in perspective. He said there were things I needed to learn that I would only understand if I had teammates and the rest you know.”

“Well I think it’s working.”

The conversation stops there as F.R.I.D.A.Y informs you that Tony and the Secretary of State is here.

In no time you’re sitting between Natasha and Steve as the Secretary tells you all you’re too dangerous. Footage of previous Avengers battles, some you weren’t here for, some you were. But then he plays footage of Lagos, how he got it so quickly, well it’s not hard to guess.

Still your eyes direct straight to your new found brunette friend. Her green eyes don’t stay on the screen long.

“Alright, alright, turn it off.” You snap at the man.

Natasha subtly places a hand on your leg but your concerned gaze stays on Wanda.

Mister Secretary presents the Sokovia Accords and Wanda’s the first to pick it up, only to slide it directly to Rhodey. Wanda sends a single glance to you before looking back down.

Steve counters the Secretary as your eyes scan over pages of the Accords Rhodey just slid to you.

Everyone is sharing glances, trying to read each other in that moment, but no one gives away any distinct glances.

“And if we come to a decision you don’t like?” Natasha leans forward and asks.

Mister Secretary turns to look at the red head,“ then you retire.”

You snort as Natasha gives a seemingly unbothered smirk, but you know she doesn’t like this one bit.

The compound has never, ever, been this quiet. Everyone came into the common room to have a discussion. You sit beside Natasha and she looks at you. Her eyes search yours for an answer you don’t have.

Sam is the first person to speak, voicing his disagreement with the Accords, and that incites a bit of an argument between him and Rhodey.

When Vision inputs his wisdom all eyes fall to him. And Natasha comments on Tony’s silence, which is definitely uncharacteristic of him.

“Boy, you know me so well.” he quips at Steve, wincing as he stands and walks into the kitchen." Actually, I'm nursing an electromagnetic headache.”

You raise an eyebrow, eyes trained on him like everyone else.

“That's what's going on, Cap. It's just pain. It's discomfort.” He pauses,“ who's putting coffee grounds in the disposal? Am I running a bed and breakfast for a biker gang?”

Wanda, for the first time today, smiles a little at your guilty expression. You swear you were going to clean it up but you forgot.

You divert your attention back to Tony as he makes mention of a young guy who was killed in the mess that was Sokovia. Your heart breaks at the expressions of your teammates and you almost instantly know who’s going to sign.

But Tony tells everyone his stance anyway. He’s got all this blood on his hands and he’s done feeling guilty for doing what he thought was right.

“I have to go.” Steve rushes out, leaving everyone confused.

You all disperse, Rhodey staying behind to talk with Tony. Sam follows after Steve, Vision goes off after watching Wanda leave solemnly, and Natasha walks with you back toward your room.

Once you’re a safe distance away she speaks,“ now you’re being oddly quiet.”

Sighing deeply, you stop and lean against the wall.“ I can’t sign those Accords Tasha.”

“And why is that?” She tilts her head in the slightest.

Your mind races, there are a billion reasons why you shouldn't sign the Accords but for every reason why you shouldn’t you think of why you should,“ I- I don’t know.”

Her eyebrow raises as she waits for you to explain.

“Everyone is making this out to be black and white and it’s not. Signing the Accords means giving the government control over our team, not signing means all the control is in our hands-”

“This is about more than your control issues Y/N.”

Her words shock you. She says them in a monotonous way but you here how much she disagrees with you.

You scoff,“ you don’t think I know that? Of course it’s not about me or the team for that matter, or even the government. We don’t save lives for the government or ourselves. We do it for the families who expect their sons and daughters to come home-”

“And how many of those sons and daughters haven’t come home because of us?”

Lowering your head into your hands, you suppress a groan,“ why can’t you understand where I’m coming from Nat? I’m not saying this it’s okay but people are going to get hurt regardless. Are we really going to hand ourselves over to the people who were literally going to nuke NYC? How are their decisions any better than ours?”

Your had been private conversation is interrupted by Tony.

He approaches, as tired as ever despite the coffee he’s been drinking. But you know it’s more than just a physical tired.

“I get what you’re saying Y/N, I thought the same thing but,” he sighs, running a hand over his face,“ we need this. As a team we need to answer to someone who can handle us cause if not we’re going to keep making the same mistakes like we’ve been doing.”

You bite your bottom lip, understanding exactly what he means.

Without the Accords, more people are going to get hurt because of you.

He steps closer and puts his hand on your shoulder,“ if we stick together on this it’s gonna get better.”

And that’s his whole point. Alongside not wanting to be guilty, he just wants the team to stick together. It’s not black and white to him either but it’s obvious what the better option is.

“You’re right.” You look down and then back up, eyes shifting between Tony’s and Natasha’s,“ it’s not gonna be easy getting Steve on board but, I got your back Tony.”

For the first time today you see relief wash over his features and you surprise him with a hug. And he surprises you by hugging back.

“Go try to get some sleep man.”

He scoffs, smiles, and walks away,“ same goes for you and Romanoff.”

Knowing he’s right, again, you just grab Natasha’s hand and pull her to your room. She follows your lead as you lay down and pull her into your chest, fingers running through her red locks.

“We’re gonna be okay right?” You whisper, voice dripping insecurity and uncertainty.

Natasha sighs against your chest, hands gripping your shirt,“ yeah. We are.”

Despite her words, it’s in this moment that you know this won’t end well. For who, you don’t know, but it’s not going to end well. And it scares you shitless.

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