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grappel-writes · 8 months

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Astarion/Male!Tav (Orion)

Orion wants to spoil his partner, to indulge simple pleasures and let him learn to just enjoy it.

Fluff & smut, handjobs, blood drinking, praise

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50890282

"I want to worship you. I want to treat you like I would myself."

"You worship yourself?" There's a waiver to the jab, betraying Astarion's excitement. Orion smiles into the cool skin under him.

"Why not? I don't see a single reason why I shouldn't. Or a reason why you shouldn't be worshipped, either."

"C'mere…" Orion's hushed, a gentle whisper that Astarion can hear the smile in. His guiding touch pulls the vampire closer.

"Feeling impatient already?" Astarion quips back, but the remark is toothless. He is malleable in his partners hands. Fully, bravely, trusting of whatever Orion has in store for him.

"Very, I want to do something different." And that guiding touch pulls Astarion's hip, turns him so he's leaning back against the half-elf. The fighter's body is always so warm, thrumming with life behind him, and the evidence of his excitement pressed against his own lower back.

"Like this?" Astarion breathes, confused. It's nice, sure, fit between Orion's legs and reclining back against his chest, but hardly where he expected to be after their heated exchange that left their clothes in a trail across the room.

"Just like this." Battle worn hands slide down the front of Astarion's chest, his sides, the front of his thighs as far as Orion's arms can reach. Once they're as far as they can be, he grips the blanket that was pushed aside during their earlier tumble and pulls it up and over them both. "Comfortable?"

"How could I not be?" The tension slips from Astarion, but he's clearly still confused why things made such a sudden shift. "Do you still want to…?"

Orion nods, ducking to place a heated kiss on the top of a much paler shoulder.

"Gods," he sighs, and kisses the same spot again. "I do. I want to worship you. I want to treat you like I would myself."

"You worship yourself?" There's a waiver to the jab, betraying his excitement at the idea. Orion smiles into the cool skin under him.

"Why not? I don't see a single reason why I shouldn't. Or a reason why you shouldn't be worshipped, either." His touch slides inward, light against the sensitive skin of Astarion's inner thighs. The vampire parts his legs instinctively, filling his chest with a shuddering breath.

It's intimidating to let go of the performance and show of intimacy, cut raw and open, Astarion was keenly aware how easy it would be to be hurt in this position. Physically and otherwise. But after everything he and Orion had gone through together, their night on his grave, his commitment to taking everything he wanted from this life, he could do it. It wasn't easy, but it was beautiful to rest in his partner's arms. To be loved. To want this and to let it be fulfilled. The warmth of the touch, Orion's heat trapped in their bed, he could choke on the overwhelming amount of love that was given to him freely. His hand moves under the blankets, finding Orion's own, and lays over the back of it.

Pausing, Orion pulls away from his generous administration of kisses traveling up Astarion's neck. He's quiet, waiting on the next move. With a squeeze of the hand, and a soft smile, Astarion confirms for him, "Then show me."

His response is a pleased rumble from Orion's chest and the continued roaming of his hands. They skirt along the inside of thighs, up his side, flat over his chest, thumbs detouring to brush over nipples just enough for them to come to attention. It's far slower than their usual desparate explorations, and sends the vampire squirming. He hooks a leg over Orion's to spur him along. The hard insistence trapped between them not forgotten either, Astarion arches his back and smiles at the gasp he's rewarded with.

In return, Orion nips the already pinkened shoulder. "Don't- I want to just take care of you tonight."

"So generous, but no need to make that sacrifice. I'm more than capable of being taken care of and returning the favor."

"Astarion-" his voice is thicker with emotion, and he kisses below a pointed ear, "Please."

The elf's chest fills, his heart heavy and happy and aching with these new sincerities. He swallows hard, and lets go. "...okay."

"Thank you."

Again, Orion continues his traveling touches, picking up where he left off. With Astarion's leg captured on his own, he pulls it aside, the tent of Astarion’s impatience now evident through the blanket covering them. Astarion grips the framing thighs, lets his head fall back against the other's shoulder, and relinquishes this. His openness is rewarded with a comfortable hold where he finally needs it. Familiar, but different, Orion's own muscle memory repeated onto Astarion. With slow, gentle strokes, Astarion sinks further against Orion's chest. Like a mantra, Orion mumbles between kisses along perfect skin "I love you," over and over.

The vampire has to fight the urge to twist in the hold, arch his back, he's trying to fall into the habit of performing a duty, but each muttered promise and squeeze at his base chases them away. The fighter's confident touch compels visions of nights he spent alone, in a tent only feet away, bringing himself to this feeling. Astarion's spine numbs at the thought. Seconds roll by and it becomes easier and easier to indulge, to let himself be swept away in the pleasure of it. The stroking quickens, and so does Orion's breathing, as if he were just as affected by the touch. His scent is compelling, the honeyed whiskey of his blood, spiked with arousal, washing over the vampire entirely. Astarion arches back, nudging aside Orion's jaw to gain access to his neck. It's a stretch to press his mouth against the pulse there, but he can hardly feel it with the burning heat in his stomach and crushing emotion in his chest. It's all far too much, mind numbingly overwhelming, and yet his only thought is more.

Teeth prick between kisses against Orion's neck and he groans at the delicious temptations. Astarion's hips begin to rock with the unforgiving pace his partner has set. "I love you." He repeats back, to the blood under Orion's skin, to the burning being gifted to him, to the safety they give each other, and to this feeling in his chest that surely transcends what anyone else has ever felt. "I- I want," he gasps, not even half a sentence finished before the pleasure demands his attention again. It refuses to be denied.

Orion groans and leans forward, making his neck easier to reach. "I want it, too. When you're there, Astarion." His cock jumps at the words, hearing his own name in Orion's heated voice, guided right to the edge just with the words. "I want you to finish with the taste of me in your mouth."

His moan is muffled immediately, teeth finding purchase and eyes fluttering closed as his world crashes around him. A hand shoots back to hold the other side of Orion's tattooed neck, the other hand gripping bruises into a trapping thigh. He arches off the bed and nothing exists, has ever existed, other than this moment. An ascended bliss, full of nothing but all the pleasures that Orion gives him. Blinding red light colors his vision, and wave after wave of pleasure rolls through him with such intensity that Orion has to hold him tightly to place.

Sensations come back slowly, the pulsing abating, the shaking of every muscle drawn taught, his favorite taste dominating all other senses. The loss of the moment is worth mourning, but he knows more than those few seconds and he'd be broken. The hand pressing down on his hips to keep him in place relents, resting easily on him now, and signalling the gentle come down. He releases the bite and eases back into Orion's chest once more, blood he didn't have the dexterity to catch smudged along his mouth. Scarlet eyes flutter open again and he's surprised to find the world is exactly as he left it.

Finding enough control over himself to speak, Astarion surprised himself with a laugh first. "No wonder you're always in such a good mood."

Orion chuckles into white curls, nuzzling closer. "I don't know, you seemed to enjoy that more than I expected."

"Mm," Astarion shifts, turning to see the single dimple of his partner's smile. "The bar's been raised, darling, I will expect nothing less than that from now."

He's met with a quick kiss, the blankets pulled higher over them again.

"Then I'll give it to you. Over and over, as often as you'd like."

Things don't sound so ridiculous when Orion says them, Astarion thinks, impossible promises and pillow talk always made sincere. He follows the fighter's lead, sliding down to properly lay with him under the blankets, resting against his beating heart.

"As long as you let me return the favor. I won't let you turn me into a lazy lover."

"Now? How do you have the energy?"

Astarion considers it, and finds Orion's right. He's spent. He could force through it, rouse himself enough to return the favor, but truly he wants to just float in this feeling. And knows he's allowed to.

"In the morning, maybe. Or maybe when you're deep in thought, in the middle of work…" his voice lowers as he speaks, the exhaustion beginning to take hold. "Whenever I decide you need to be reminded that you're mine. And I'm yours."

"Deal."

#astarion x tav #astarion x male tav #baldurs gate 3 #orion #bg3 fanfiction #fluff #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion fanfic

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star-going-supernova · 11 months

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Tumblr generated prompt number 9 actually landed on a free space, so I got to pick a prompt myself! I decided to take inspiration from this idea of @halogenrobotics's, which has Vanessa quitting her job at the pizzaplex because Vanny was in control the whole time, and Vanessa thus never actually learned how to do her job, lol. I went my own way from there, inspired by the game Firewatch.

Learning to Live Again

The strain of physical exertion, of her body moving, was wonderful. The sounds of nature—birds chirping and rustling leaves and a bubbling stream—were amazing. The sun on her face and the wind in her hair—newly short, cut an inch or so above her shoulders—felt incredible.

Vanessa paused on a flat bit of trail and just breathed.

No more dark hallways and dusty basements for her. Before, she wouldn’t have described herself as a very nature-y person, but after so long locked up in her own head and subject to the whims of a remorseless murderer, even the most cavernous of rooms felt claustrophobic.

This—the great outdoors, miles and miles from the nearest small town—was about as big of a change as she could get. It was everything she needed; it was a fresh start.

Besides that, she mused as she continued onward, it was kind of a necessary one. Even after Vanny was purged from her, to say things were difficult was an understatement. She’d missed literal years of her life, and half of Vanny’s memories were either inaccessible or useless to her. The world had moved on without Vanessa Anderson, and it wasn’t willing to wait for her to catch up.

Because Vanny had been the night guard. No, really. Vanny went through the training, not Vanessa. Vanny learned the security systems. Vanny knew the protocols. Vanny had the experience.

The routine of getting ready for and going to work had been muscle memory, right up until she stepped inside the pizzaplex (ignoring the way just being there made her feel sick) and realized she had no idea how to do her job.

She didn’t have a single memory of actually being a night guard. And she was pretty sure it was an intentional move on Vanny’s part—a final middle finger before she was destroyed—because she had other memories from those years. Blurry and vague ones, sure, but only the details of her job were a great big blank.

It… hadn’t actually stressed her out as much as Vanny probably intended.

She wrote out her two-weeks’ notice that very night and sent the email as her shift ended. And now she was here, in the middle of a national forest, on her way to start her new job as a fire watch.

And she was excited for it. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been excited for something.

The hike to her new part-home, part-office—a watchtower—took about two days, and by the time she arrived, she was all tuckered out.

The stairs to the lookout tower seemed to stretch on forever, and Vanessa kept the promise of a bed at the top in mind, like a dangling carrot. Mm. No. Not carrot. A dangling cherry. Those were much tastier and had nothing nada zilch to do with bunnies.

Upon reaching the top, she leaned on the white wooden railing to catch her breath. The climb was worth it, she decided, not just for the bed, but for the sunset. The golden light was stretching over the forest below, dipping in and out of valleys and around the surrounding mountains. Red and amber haloed the sun, lighting the clouds on fire with a gentle pink and yellow glow.

It was gorgeous.

It was probably also perfectly visible from her bed, given the one-room cabin at the top of the tower was window all the way around. She fumbled with the key and didn’t even bother turning on the lights when she made it inside. Just collapsed onto the unmade bed and leaned against the pleasantly cool glass to finish watching the sun set.

When her legs had regained some feeling in them, Vanessa pushed herself up with a groan and flipped on the lights to take in her new home. Small, but cozy. And it didn’t feel claustrophobic at all, thanks to the panoramic windows. She could get used to this.

She had just begun unpacking her essentials—anything more than that could wait until tomorrow—when a staticky sound made her jump. Dropping her toiletry bag, she zeroed in on a walkie-talkie settled in its charging station on the desk.

“Helloooo?” a woman’s voice came through the speaker, sounding bright and cheery. “You there, newbie? Aw, I know you are—I can see your lights on!”

Huffing a chuckle, amused despite herself, Vanessa went and grabbed the walkie-talkie. “Hi,” she said.

“Greetings—” the woman immediately responded. Her smile was audible— “from the other side of the valley! I’m your supervisor on this beautiful evening, and all the ones after it.”

Vanessa leaned back against the desk, something warm taking root in her heart. It’d been so long she’d had a friend, and she couldn’t help but hope this woman, who didn’t sound much older than her at all, might become one. She thought she’d like that.

“Vanessa, right?” her supervisor continued. “Welcome aboard!”

“Best welcome I’ve ever gotten at a new job,” she said honestly. “Yeah, I’m Vanessa. Ness is fine too.”

“We here at the Wyoming Fire Watch are all about warm welcomes.”

Laughter—real, unforced laughter—shook Vanessa’s body, and her eyes welled up a little just from the relief of it. That she was still alive despite her battered mind and borrowed body. She let the woman hear it in silent thanks, pressed the talk button on her walkie-talkie so she would know her joke had been well-received.

“I’ll have to think up some fire puns of my own,” Vanessa said, swiping at her eyes.

“That’s the spirit! I’ve heard a lot, though, so I might be tough to impress.”

“I like a challenge,” she said, interrupted halfway by a yawn.

“That’s good,” the woman said, earnest. “This job isn’t for the faint of heart. But don’t worry about that now, Vanessa. Get your bed set up and conk out for as long as you like. We all take a day or two to recover from that hike, even us pros.”

“The bed is calling to me,” she admitted with a grin. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, right?”

“Right. And I’m always only a walkie-talkie away if you need anything.”

“I appreciate that. Thank you, uh…”

Smile audible once more, the woman replied, “The name’s Annie. It’s nice to meet you, Ness.”

Holding the walkie-talkie close, Vanessa closed her eyes, at peace. “It’s nice to meet you too, Annie.”

#fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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drifting-pieces-blog-blog · 6 months

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Breaking down the comics: BENDIS. PART 3.

READING THINGS SO YOU DON'T HAVE TO!

Part 1 HERE.

Part 2 HERE.

This is the final bit! The last three! You ready? I can’t stress how much you aren’t ready for this.

Issue #10

This cover is kinda meh. They could have done better. Maleev really likes drawing those steel beams though. He went “Man, you know what’s fun and cool? BEAMS.” I can respect that.

Alright. Reading the title page to make sure nothing else changed when I wasn't looking...

Looks the same. Just an added line.

"In the ensuing battle through the streets of Los Angeles, Echo dies at the hand of Nefaria and Moon Knight falls into an uncontrollable berserker rage."

Makes it sound cooler than it actually IS.

So we get the same picture we left off with in the last issue only this time they've edited in a dead Echo at the forefront. I don't need to show you that. Seems like they could have given us something different and just used one of the alternate images for dramatic effect.

We get a collage of action. We see bloody claws, glowing Count eyes attacking, blood across Marc's chest, red explosions, Marc screaming, more blood, and a dead Echo.

It's dramatic and has a certain flow to it. It does encapsulate Marc's current state of mind pretty well.

And then...

We cut to a street and see a TAXI CAB. And a man in a flat cap!!!!!

….I swear my heart just skipped a beat and I got SOOOOOO fucking excited and then I remembered what was actually happening and now I'm just MAD again. Because… Even after ALL THAT. After everything that happened in the last issues… If somehow…SOMEHOW…Jake suddenly actually stepped in and then we saw Steven… It would have saved this. That Marc didn’t need Fake Cap and Wolverine and Spider-Man. That what he needed all this time was right there… Sure, it still would have been messy, but it could have been explained as Marc breaking down and Fictives coming in or Persecutors or SOMETHING. And I’m sitting here crying because THAT could have been good. And instead we get…THIS.

Because...This isn't the TV show. This is real.

"What have you been doing all night, Marlene?"

He asks Marlene.

"Waiting for you, Steven."

ALRIGHT. Let's break this down page by page.

So Bendis is FINALLY acknowledging that Jake, Marc, and Steven all exist.

We see Jake coming home in his cab to Marlene.

It's very reminiscent of Moench. Jake takes them home. Jake always takes them home. There's something to that.

And once he walks into the house with Marlene, he's no longer Jake. Jake very rarely liked interacting with Marlene, much less hanging out in any of their posh homes.

And just like in Moench's run, she addresses him as Steven. She always waited for Steven.

She asks who they destroyed this time.

He says that isn't fair.

And it isn't fair. But Marlene started to get bitter towards them in the end. She suffered her own losses and she started to blame him for them. She always hated Marc and loved Steven. And Marc destroyed so much of their life.

We see Moon Knight asking to go in, but we see the Avenger's masks in the background.

Notice how Wolverine is on top.

Marc assumes that Frenchie is the one in the costume. He knows Frenchie left him a long time ago. His oldest and closest friend. The only one that knew Marc Spector as Marc Spector.

The insistence that "SOMEONE" has to go out because they don't know what's happening implies that someone else is in control and they are all locked out.

The costume is empty. He doesn't know who'se wearing it. He doesn't know who is inside it. Maybe no one.

He's confused because he's lost control of his own situation and lost control of everything.

Because it doesn't matter who he tries to be, who he loves, or what he does... Marc Spector still "Ruins everything he touches."

He wakes up in a hospital bed, RESTRAINED to the bed with a security guard outside.

The implication is pretty obvious. And honestly, this is something Marc has dealt with before. And probably something that brings back a lot of bad memories for him.

He's waking up somewhere he doesn't know where he is, he can't remember how he got there, he doesn't know what happened, he doesn't know who has been out, and he's locked up.

He's able to make a phone call.

Detective Hall shows up!

"Where is he?"

"He's down the hall."

"Has he said anything?"

"He's in pretty bad shape."

"When do his prints come back from the lab?"

"Prints?"

"You didn't fingerprint him? A costumed hero lies dead and bloody in the street and you don't print him?"

"He's in bad shape. We thought--No one said--"

"You have Moon Knight in custody. And you didn't think to PRINT him."

Remember, Hall is from NY. He's familiar with who Moon Knight is. What he can do. What he's known to do.

"We--We secured the hallway. We have all of the other patients moved to other floors. I mean, it's not like we were--"

Hall turns the corner to find at least five guards and staff knocked out in the hall, and Moon Knight's room and bed empty.

Slowly the other officers start to get dizzy and also fall over. The hall has been gassed!

Hey it’s Buck!

I appreciate Buck.

Buck: "Let's move along now..."

Marc: "I'm beginning to love you, Buck."

Buck: "Well, that takes the sting off the fact that I know I'm going to hell for this. I just sleep-gassed a hospital."

Marc: "Seriously...Thank you."

Buck: "The girl didn't make it."

Marc: "I told her--I told her to run."

Buck: "I ain't blamin' you. She's a big girl. I'm just saying."

Marc: "This is going to...haunt me for a while."

Buck: "Imagine how she feels."

Marc: "What happened to...@$@@ing Count Nefaria?"

We head to some place where we find the Count in pretty bad shape and having a tantrum.

The...I don't know what this guy is.. Butler? We're going to go with butler. The butler tells the Count's visitor that "He's going to need a minute. It's been a very rough night."

LOL I bet he had a rough night. Moon Knight tends to do that to people. Moon Knight beaten up and bleeding? Imagine what the other guy looks like.

"From what I understand, this Moon Knight character got in what can only be called a lucky shot. He stabbed Lucino just as he was preparing a fatal blow. The blow backfired. The police arrived to find Lucino struggling to regain his...Composure. You see, he is not a young man. Containing this kind of power is a true effort in the best circumstances. That's why he needs you."

We get the identity of the visitor and...Ugh. Okay. THIS Villainess I know.

Madame Masque.

If I know her, why don't I know the Count? These are the questions I ask myself.

She's apparently his DAUGHTER.

Some of you more well read comic fans may recognize her or her name. ALRIGHT. She was created by Stan Lee and co. back in 1967. Originally named Giulietta Nefaria, but later changed to Whitney Frost.

She's the daughter of Count Nefaria...And she's historically been the occasional love interest of Tony Stark, Iron Man.

(Yeah... Tony gets around ALMOST as much as Matt Murdock. ....almost.)

Originally she wore a golden mask to cover her disfigured face. Her face has since healed, but she still wears the mask.

Apparently her mother died giving birth to her and the Count wanted her to live a respectable life so he adopted her out to Byron Frost, who worked for Nefaria.

She's had some back and forth with being a villainess and showing compassion to the heroes (mostly Tony. She’s got a love hate going on with Tony).

All that aside, we head back to Marc's mansion.

Marc is listening to his voice mails.

His assistant is calling to check up to see if he's still alive since she hasn't heard from him in a while.

He's still healing and in pain. It was a pretty hard fight, after all. Not to mention Echo...

Wolverine shows up and tells Marc to get up.

"I can't. You're the reason I'm here!"

"You're the reason you're here, Bub. You better get up because I guarantee you, Nefaria is up and looking for YOU."

"And what would you hae me do?!"

"Finish what you started."

"I hate you."

"I don't care. Finish what you started. He's got an Ultron. You're an Avenger. Echo was an Avenger. Avenge her. Save this city."

Honestly, Marc needs time. He never gives himself time. And for once, Marc is in bed TRYING to give himself time. Trying to feel things and heal and he isn't getting to. I feel for him.

We head over to the morgue where an autopsy is being done on Echo. I don't need to show you these pictures.

The doctors discuss who has authority over her body. FBI or the LAPD who brought her in.

Just as they are about to start, Madame Masque busts in and shoots everyone.

She recognizes Echo's body, but can't place who she is.

She finds the weapon staff that Buck outfitted with Vibranium.

It's a lead and she calls her people to check the black market for rescent buys. She's going to trace it back to Marc.

We head to the police HQ to find the Detective Hall interviewing Snapdragon again.

He has a still image of Madame Masque in the morgue. He asks her to identify her.

Snapdragon does so. Noting that "Her and her dad have what you'd call a strained relationship."

Snapdragon urges Detective Hall to either bust the Count quickly or get her out of there because she's terrified of Madame Masque and she's a sitting duck there.

Detective says he's doing his best, but there are stops in place above him.

We head back to Marc's place. We see Buck parking outside and about to open the garage when he notices red dots, indicating he's in someone's sights.

"Son of a--" He reaches for his gun.

"Rrr! N'me!"

"What?"

"Don't worry about me! She got the Ultron head! She has Ultron! It's out in the open!"

Poor Buck.

Poor Marc. It’s about to get a lot worse for him.

END ISSUE. Two more to go.

The hospital scene gets to me. They find Moon Knight near death in the street next to a badly injured Count and a dead Echo and they cuff him to the bed. And then Bendis BLATANTLY showing us Jake. Letting us know that he’s aware of Steven and Jake and that they DO in fact exist in this story, but he’s not going to give them to us? That they just aren’t there? Also, Did you see how wonderful that cap looked? HOW WONDERFUL THAT JAKE LOOKED?! I will forever be angry that we are denied Maleev drawing us Jake or Steven. …And giving Marc a Goatee when Jake isn’t there to enjoy it. >:(

ISSUE #11!

There the guys are staring again.

But I DO like this cover. Black and white and the single pillar in the middle. It's a cover of mourning.

And the folds in that cape? LOOK AT THAT CAPE.

Marc's in for a bad time. It's about to get REALLY bad for him.

Alright title page... Oh look, they're changing it just enough to make his deal with Echo even more potent.

"He has teamed up with (and fallen in love with) another former Avenger, Echo.

Echo dies at the hand of Nefaria, driving Moon Knight off the deep end and setting him on a course for bloody vengeance. Before he can do that, however, Nefaria's daughter, the assassin Madame Masque, breaks into Spector's house and steals the head of Ultron..."

Not to mention shooting Buck. I hope Buck survives. I like Buck.

We open on SHIELD Helicarrier 1000 Feet over the Pacific Ocean.

Hey, it's commander Hill! Nick Fury's right hand man and replacement after he died/ranoff/did his thing (dude does all of the above SO MANY TIMES all the time).

Moon Knight is trying to call SHIELD.

"They're using one of Captain America's secure lines."

"Moon Knight."

"It's coming from the Los Angeles Area. He's using old codes. From a discharged agent by the name of Buck Lime."

"Okay, well, put him through. This should be annoying."

I hate how much no one respects him and thinks of him as just that crazy guy that causes problems.

First of all, RUDE. She knows exactly who Moon Knight is and what his problems are. He had a psych eval when he joined the Avengers the FIRST time. You know she’s read the file.

Second of all, Captain America should have informed SHIELD of the Count’s actions and locations just in case things DID get out of control. He seems like the sort of villain that they’d want to know the location of at all times, even if he wasn’t being active!

She berates him for losing the Head, even though the plan was approved by Captain America.

Buck tells htem that he put a tracker in the head, but when she blew up the garage, the responder was also blown up. He needs them to pick up the signal and send it to them.

"No. You give ME the signal and I'll send a battalion of Hulkbuster Agents down there to--"

"All due respect, but I think a lighter touch is needed." Marc makes excellent decisions.

"Oh, you do? Says the man who 'lost' an Ultron."

Back with Madame Masque, we see her with the Ultron head. She calls her father to tell him she has it.

But... "I won't be meeting you. No. Not until you tell me the plan. What do you plan on doing with a homicidal artificlal intelligence you can't possibly control?"

He tells her the plan (We don't get to hear it) and she suddenly changes her mind.

"I didn't know that. No. Oh. Okay. Yes sir. I'll see you soon."

Just as she's about to pack up and head out, a shadow catches her eye.

Moon Knight pounces from above.

He attacks with the shield, the webbing, and the claws.

Wolverine yells to cut her and finish it.

Marc forces her to get up close and personal and they both take some hard hits.

Just when it looks like she has the upper hand, she looks back and suddenly realizes the Ultron head is gone!

Buck has snatched it and is running away.

Moon Knight manages to distract her until Buck makes it to the car and starts to drive away, her running after him.

Moon Knight is still recovering from his earlier injuries so he's slower to get up and give chase.

"Agh! Okay. That really hurt-"

Wolverine: "Shut up and get up!"

Madame Masque manages to shoot out his tires and stall his car. When he doesn't get out of the car, she starts trying to shoot his gas tank.

Gas is now dripping heavily from his car and there are sparks all over.

A silver Crescent shape appears above her and she shoots it up.

It's just a cape!

Spiderwebbing wraps up her guns and Moon Knight attacks.

Just as he strikes, the car explodes, sending them both flying.

Ah yes, the seeing the dead girlfriend telling you not to let her death be in vain and to make it mean something trope.

Marc wakes up and forces himself to move just as Madame Masque is about to stab him.

I'd again like to remind you that Marc Spector is specially trained in hand to hand combat. Everyone goes on about "Oh yeah this villain is a skilled fighter!" but they still don't have the training Marc has. Marc didn't just wake up one day and put on the mask with a little boxing degree under his belt.

Boxing, street fighting, Army/Marines, Special ops, SHIELD, underground fight rings and cage fighting...And THEN his years of Mercenary training and how to get out of shit situations because he puts himself in BAD situations constantly and has to dig himself out.

Not just that, he's a stubborn asshole who would 'rather take the punch than learn to duck' as Taskmaster once said. (My favorite depiction of Marc.)

So a scary lady like Madame Masque means nothing to him.

And I appreciate that Bendis and Maleev recognize this. Another point in their corner. (Unlike with Bendis and Burrow who showed him getting his ass handed to him by some no one over and over again.)

“And that’s why you don’t steal from the craziest Avenger on the West-”

Marc, don't encourage this.

Marc takes off her mask and finds a beautiful perfect face.

"She doesn't even need the mask. She's crazier than you are." Wolverine snerks.

What's this? Echo has joined the commentary. Is she a 'voice/personality' now too?

"Well done, Spector. Don't forget Buck. ANd the Ultron Head." But why does she speak like Captain America?

"Oh No...Buck."

Marc finds Buck laying next to the exploded car.

"Oh no. Not you too, Buck. Not you too. I'm so..."

Buck turns around with his gun at the ready. "NGYAA!"

"HO!"

"AGH!"

"It's okay. It's me."

"Whee is--Did you--?"

"I got her."

"That--!"

The police arrive via Helicopter and Marc tells them it's time to go.

He helps Buck get up and they make a run for it.

And I must say… The writing between Buck and Marc is top notch. I appreciate the humor they have. The banter. Even Marc poking fun at himself. He’s relaxing around Buck and you don’t see him do that often with people. He’s told Buck that he has problems and Buck still accepts him (even though he hasn’t really said the full extent of his problems). I’m going to give Bendis another point for giving us Buck.

Thank you Buck.

Back with the Count! He's watching the breaking news on TV about the latest thing with Moon Knight.

The Local police arrive at his place. They have a warrant and subpoena.

"There's quite a few of them. They said it had something to do with Moon Knight."

"Moon Knight..." Yeah... Count is learning what it means to get Moon Knight under your skin.

Do you have any idea HOW MANY major marvel hitters have come up across Moon Knight and gone, "Please. Let me face ANYONE...ANYONE...but Moon Knight again." They'd rather fight the Hulk than end up in Moon Knight's sights again.

Even if they 'won' or kicked his ass... At what cost? This man knows how to be a PROBLEM. It's what he's best at. Marc Spector: professional problem.

Anyways, END ISSUE. ONE TO GO.

ANd this is the problem. I liked that issue. It was fun, it was quirky, it had Buck, it had Moon Knight doing what he does best. But then you add in the Wolverine aspect and also the discrimination and then the potential that Echo is ALSO now joined his voices/personalities in his head?

LAST ISSUE

Issue #12!

I really love his use of grays and whites. And he draws a fantastic moon. The framing of this image is just spot on.

Alright. Let's get this bread.

On the title page!

We got the usual false info on the start of Moon Knight (I can't believe they changed the story and how wrong they made it.)

The usual bit about his TV show, Count Nefaria, his hidden new split personality disorder (LOL no). His love with Echo and her death...

And lastly we have him "ruthlessly" dispatching Madame Masque to get the Ultron head back.

Then the police catching up with Count Nefaria and making him even more pissed at Moon Knight.

HERE WE GO!

We open with the police serving the warrant and trying to get into the house to find the Count.

Just then, the COunt takes off, flying away and destroying a Police copter in the process. Which was totally unnecessary cause they were just there for light and had no weapons.

Back at police HQ, Snapdragon hears about the Count getting away and tells the police they had a deal to get her out of there.

The captain goes to get her. It's time to transport her to protective custody.

And then the Count shows up.

"Captain Quaid. You and I had a deal. Payments were made."

Yeah, that's what I thought.

The Captain tells the officers to stand down.

There's an argument and the Count laser eye blasts the Captain to death. The police open fire and Snapdragon takes cover.

He's pretty pissed at Snapdragon, telling her that he hadn't plan to leave her there to rot after all. That he was going to get her out later and she betrayed him.

As he's ranting, someone comes up behind him. "Hey, Nefaria..."

The art here. The action pose. The detail in the rubble… The SASS. The absolute frustration that someone as small time as Moon Knight is this much of a problem.

This gives me joy.

Also, in the last Issue, Marc's outfit was pretty torn up. And the issue before that his outfit was pretty torn up.

He must keep on hand SO MANY outfits. Not to mention capes.

So here we are again... Marc going up against an over powered villain up close and personal.

You know what his only advantage is?

(Look at him. Sitting there on all that rubble like a trouble maker. )

The fact that he is such a problem.

"Marc Spector: Profession Problem" really should be on his business cards.

While the Count is distracted by Moon Knight, Snapdragon takes up hier own offense. She shoots at the Count then opens fire on Moon Knight too.

"Nice. Real nice." He blocks her blows with his shield.

Then we see Wolverine and the newest member to the innacurate Headmate group: Echo.

Echo has taken up the voice of reason, since Wolverine killed off Captain America and Spider-man in a previous issue, I guess?

"Tell him it's time to make a deal."

Marc tries to make a deal with Nefaria. "Kill me and you'll never get the head of Ultron. And I mean NEVER."

He then tells him that he's going to lose his empire, his daughter, and his west coast bragging rights.

Yeah... Count isn't listening. He's pretty enraged.

It’s kinda funny really. Like he can’t even believe he’s never considered that Moon Knight could ever be his problem.

(Dude’s starting to sound like talking to me must sound like.)

Moon Knight keeps his paces, but this dude is fast and strong.

He snaps the claws apart then throws Moon Knight around a bit.

"Here's what's going to happen according to me. You're going to give me my Ultron head. You're going to give it to me and then you are going to pay off the sizable debt you've racked up. Not with money...but with service. Do I need to explain myself again?"

He trashes Marc around a bit, ripping up that nice new outfit.

"And maybe I won't kill you like I killed your little Girlfriend. You have no idea what's at stake here, boy. You have no idea how important that head is."

Marc tells him that the head is outside. in the parking lot. "No more killing...No more..."

So the Count drags Marc out of the station to the lot.

"Yeah, he called the Avengers."

Oh look! The Avengers! Who we got on the team today? Let's see... Thor, Wolverine, Spiderwoman, Captain Marvel, Beast, Iron Man and...Someone I don't recognize. And they've also apprehended Snapdragon too.

And Marc, bless his Sass...

Beaten to a pulp he looks up at the Count: "You see them too, right?"

Now, according to the things I looked up so I could figure out just WHO the Count is.. He's fought Thor more than a few times and it was mostly an even match, but Thor usually got an upper hand.

The Count goes on the attack and Thor lays him out with a good ol' Thor hammer.

Marc takes the opprotunity to crawl over to him. "That's for Echo, you son of a bitch."

And he punches out the Count.

And that would be great if that was it. But it isn't.

We head back to Marc's partially blown up house.

Tony Stark wants to see the head.

Marc hands it over. "Ta-Dah!"

"It's the real damn deal."

"Thanks for coming to take it off our hands, Stark."

"Hey, thanks for keeping it out of that nut job's hands. Thanks for calling us when you did. Sorry we didn't get there five minutes faster."

"What did Nefaria want with it?"

And Tony tells him.

Ultron is a highly advanced artificial intelligence that is far smarter than any of them and keeps getting smarter. It wants to wipe out all of humanity.

It's also out there. They destroyed all the avatar bodies, but the program is out there hiding and waiting and planning.

Tony speculates that Nefaria either knows 'something we don't--like where Ultron is or what the Ultron plan is...Or he's trying to get ahead start. Trying to get in on the ground floor or when the big bad robot comes to kill us. Maybe he wanted something to Bargain with."

"I really don't want that in my house anymore."

Does he think that you can’t have mental health issues and still have a normal conversation or do a normal job?

The second mental health is breeched no one trusts them to do anything. Or they look the other way then if anything goes out of the normal they go “Oh yeah I always knew he was trouble. He’s crazy, you know.”

Pisses me off.

I love Buck. He gets it. He notices when Marc is having a moment and he also knows that exhaustion isn’t great for things. Despite it all, Buck is there for him and he’s willing to help him along the way.

(And you are never going to see Buck again. He’s quickly erased thanks to the 3 year gap after Moon Knight is canceled. Moved on or like he never happened. This upsets me.)

You know what else upsets me?

There's a new headmate now. He just had a frank discussion with Tony Stark. Captain America and Spider-man headmates were killed off. So now he has...

Wolverine, Echo, and Ironman. Three personalities that are NOT going to get along and have VERY different instructions and opinions. Back to square one.

wtf

THREE MONTHS LATER.

Studio Back Lot, Marc arrives and is told by his assistant that the show is canceled.

Not making enough money or something or other.

(The joke here is that he’s crazy so they expect him to do crazy things.)

Marc. Let her go. Remember how we talked about you making BAD DECISIONS?

Marc… MARC.

Okay. Hold on a second. I need to look something up.

So, as I noted in part 1... This was one of Bendis' less successful revivals. He re-wrote Moon Knight's past, gave him a new location, and then completely redid his character and D.I.D as well as getting rid of without explaining Steven and Jake. In fact, it's implied that he never HAD Steven and Jake and that they were only used as "Cover personas" and that his "Multiple Personality" issue is new and hidden as he 'imagines' the Avengers working along side him.

It's used as a ploy to keep the crazy in Moon Knight while also trying to make him interesting when he was ALREADY interesting and Bendis just stripped what was interesting about him away without explanation or cause.

You don't take the stripes off the Zebra and call it a fancy horse and still expect people to be interested in it like they were before.

According to one review write up: "It never really caught fire with new fans, and longtime devotees didn't love the concept of tying him into some of Marvel's biggest heroes."

It was a huge flop.

During this run, Moon Knight also had a major team appearance (first in over 20 years) in "Secret Avengers". In fact, he was popping up all over the place in this time frame in small side projects and background things.

And then.... NOTHING. But what about the promise of "He will return in Age of Ultron"?

WELL....

Age of Ultron, 2012. He appears prominently in Issues #2, 4, 5, 10, and Avengers Assemble Age of Ultron #14. But it is not considered a canon timeline for him and has no affect on the main story. He’s just kinda there. You KNOW how I feel about Marvel events that just take all the characters and mash them together with writers that don’t know how to handle these characters. They just kinda go off of cliff notes on the most recent run that’s been published.

Let's take a peek at how Moon Knight was handled after the failed Bendis run...

Avengers Assemble: Age of Ultron

Written by Al Ewing

Art by Butch Guice

Editor by Lauren Sankovitch

…..THANKS BENDIS. I HATE IT.

Dialogue here because I had to squint:

"Marc Spector. Moon Knight. I've worked with him. Unstable, but useful. So long as he can keep himself together. Right now, he's not doing well. He's breaking. It's in his voice. He needs something certain. Something he can rely on. He needs the Black Widow. The one in his head."

So this is what happens when someone mismanages a character like Moon Knight. The stigma…and it is stigma…sticks. It’s harder to make the good things stick than it is to make the mad things last. Just look at BEMIS.

Up to this point, there had been a LOT of misrepresentation for Moon Knight. He just kept getting crazier and crazier. More and more violent. Some writers took it to the extreme and others tried to mellow it out but gave him less of Steven and Jake and more of rageful Marc.

When Bendis redefined Marc’s mental disorder, there was only one way to go with it and it was right into crazy town. The Avengers treated him with kiddie gloves and ‘played’ to his delusions.

This is how bad depictions of disabilities can snowball. And snowball it did.

THREE YEARS. No one knew what to do with him. Did they take him back to where he was, cutting faces off of people? Or into the wild and angry phase? Or did they try to carry on what Bendis did here?

It’s any wonder that it took three years for someone to step up and say “Let me try.” and is it any wonder that their arch was so PASSIVE?

So here I am with a question: Was this a good run?

Pros: The art was good and consistent. The dialogue was good and believable. The action was balanced. The stillness was balanced. We had very good fighting scenes with good combat. I FELT for Marc. We got to see Marc in vulnerable situations trying to deal with his failing mental health and his grief. He broke my heart. We also got Buck! It made me legit laugh a few times.

Cons: VERY POORLY DONE REPRESENTATION OF D.I.D AND MENTAL HEALTH IN GENERAL THAT GOT IT CANCELED FOR THREE YEARS AND SPIRALLED US INTO SUCH POOR DEPICTiONS AND STIGMA.

The hardest part is that when it was good, it was AMAZING. But when it was bad….

So do I forgive Bendis? Do I forgive him for taking on a project he should NOT have taken on? Is it enough for me to enjoy the run and recommend it? Is it enough for me to say “It’s great if you overlook the piss poor representation of D.I.D and Ableism.”?

I can see why after reading this run, I set it aside and marked it as ‘the worst’ and refused to touch it again. Was it bad enough to warrant that reaction? At the time… Yes. But looking back on it… Perhaps I was a little harsh? Holding it up against Aaron, BEMIS, and even Pepose… It’s top of the line. But how sad is that?

How sad that we have to hold up something so wrong and say “Hey, it wasn’t the worst so I give it a two thumbs up”?

We should expect better. Because this comic deserves better. This run should have been up there with Lemire. Instead, it’s down here with “Skip this one”. And that makes me sad.

What do you guys think? Do the pros outweigh the cons? Is this run still a skip, or is it a read ‘but don’t pay attention to these things’?

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doll-r-t · 2 years

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Syverson helps you through your Migraine

Syverson x disabled!reader

I came out of the most horrible migraine I had in a long time and I just wish I had someone like Sy to take care of me. I am still a bit exhausted but I just wanted to write this

When you woke up it was already late. You woke up slowly your body relaxed from a long, restful night's sleep. Aika climbed up on the bed and immediately lay on top of you trying to get some snuggles in. She was still panting heavily from the workout Syverson and she did. “Hey, baby girl.” Sy was dripping with sweat. “Hm,” you just mumbled still sleepy. He kissed you on your forehead. “Just woke up, hm?” You buried your head deeper into the pillow and nodded. He left without another word. He knew you needed time in the morning before you could talk. So as usual he made your favorite coffee. There was nothing better than coffee in bed. The morning was going well so far you were reading while drinking your morning coffee and could hear Syverson singing some old country song in the shower. He had a pleasant voice, with his sexy southern twang. Aika was napping next to you. You were ready for the day but you could feel something was off.

The longer you were awake the more you could feel the pressure building up in your head. You laid flat on your bed and breathed in deeply into your gut. But the tension in your body did not go away. Your cheeks started tensing up, pulling upwards as if someone was pulling them, your jaw started to lock slowly. The pulsing in your right temple in your head got more prominent and then the pain like small lighting struck through your right eye. You breathed in one more time before getting up opening your bedside drawer and taking your medication. You hated migraines but unfortunately, they were your close companion. You took a sip from your water, trying to breathe out again gaging whether you had to throw up or not. You were starting to overheat, slowly a small sheen of sweat prepared. Your body was cramping and you had no way of stopping this. You just had to wait it out. You tried to get up but it took you a few tries, on the third try Syverson came out of the bathroom.

Immediately when he saw you he knew. He quickly came over, softly he whispered. “Sweetheart?” You could not say anything and had no facial expression. You just blinked your eyes to indicate that you heard him. He knew exactly what to do. He went near the light switch and lowered the temperature of the AC. Before going into the kitchen. He pulled out a headwrap from the freezer and put the cooling pads into the pockets. Once he came back into the room you lay underneath the blankets your clothing was next to your bed. He pushed the blanket from your face and helped you sit up. You groaned, your face giving the slighted expression of the horrible pain you were in. He wrapped the cooling pads around your head, it folded them over your eyes. Once it was on you already felt a bit better. The cold always helped you. He handed you the small bottle from your nightstand opening it, it contained concentrated peppermint oil. The smell always helped you against nausea you felt. It did not prevent you from throwing up but at least it helped you ease the nauseating feeling a bit.

You laid back into the covering everything around you was cold but it distracted you from the pain, numbing parts of your body. Syverson had made sure Aika was not bothering you she was dutifully laying next to you. It felt good knowing she was there. Syverson had closed the blinds and shut the door. The room was completely quiet and dark which you could not be more thankful for.

Syverson was checking the freezer for some popsicles you could eat later when you were a bit better. But for now, he cut a piece of his freshly baked bread and brought it to you. He knew that you did not want to eat but it was necessary to have something in your stomach, especially with the heavy medication you took. He also checked if your favorite tea was still here.

He returned to the bedroom seeing you lay completely still. It always tugged at his heart seeing you like this. He handed you the bread without saying anything. You two had discussed what to do in case you had a migraine early on in your relationship. You were stubborn in the beginning saying that you did not want to be a burden but he was persistent in showing you that your condition is not a burden and you were not one either. It was just something to deal with. He liked taking care of you anyways but he hated seeing you in pain. So when he experienced an episode for the first time his protective instincts kicked into gear. You raised your hand slowly biting one piece of the bread slowly with great effort eating it. Once Sy saw you eating he quietly left the room again. He would check in on you every half an hour just to make sure there was nothing you needed. But the best thing is you are left alone right now. Late once your medication kicked in he would come and snuggle you a bit.

You sighted out in relief slowly the medication started to kick in you felt it tingling in your hands and then the pressure in your eyes lessened. You started to move your arms and legs gauging your body's reaction. Your limps were cold and now that the pain was reducing your started to shiver. It was too cold now, so you slowly sat up. That’s good, you did not feel nauseous or like your head was going to split in two. It was always tricky sometimes when you thought you were good and got up all relieved you realized you were still fucked.

It was like Syverson had a sixth sense and before you could get off the bed the door opened. You flinched at the light but otherwise, you were okay. He walked up to you quickly trying to read your face. Your eyes went to the closet. He turned to look at what you were pointing at, and he nodded, quickly getting up. He pulled out your favorite soft PJs. Slowly he helped you into them mindful of not letting his rough hands touch your sensitive body just yet. Instead of falling into bed straight away, you leaned forward snuggling into him. He held you for a second before pushing you to lay down again. This time, however, after closing the door, he climbed into bed with you. The AC was still blasting cold air, and it felt so good while you were snuggled warm in Sy’s arms slowly falling asleep. Like this, you could get through any migraine

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balshumetsbaragouin · 4 months

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Chapter 19 has been released! It came out later than usual, but it did make it. Inside, we see Danny getting stitched up and getting some much-needed advice from his dad.

Wednesday will be a double feature! I'll be posting chapter 20 for Passion and my Valentine's Core Exchange fanfic! Well, the first chapter of it, anyway! So, even though Passion is ending soon, you can look forward to updates for the new fic to tide you over until the 1st of June, when I'll be doing regular Bittersweet Future updates for Arc Three.

There's still time to get on the Passion train before it ends! Need some convincing? Have a sample of the story below:

The sting of the open air on his wounds kept him grounded. Every time he wanted to slip away from the present moment of anxiety and worry, retreat to some place where the last hour hadn’t happened, he’d breathe. The muscles between his collarbone and lower ribs stretched and flexed with every inhaled breath, skin pulled farther apart and then squeezed together by the pumping of his lungs. He’d laid down on top of his bed, over a towel, and waited. The cuts were too deep, the area too broad, for him to stitch himself. Jazz was coming. His sister was downstairs, pretending to study, helping maintain the sense of normalcy needed to convince their parents he was uninjured. His blood cooled a sticky combination of bright red and green, webs of ectoplasm stretching along the surface of the wounds, trying to pull them closed. It worked much better than his human blood’s clotting factor, flexible enough to move with his breathing, but tight enough to continually pull the frayed edges of his torn flesh closer with each passing second. It would make stitching easier. It always did.

Still, if he tried to raise his arms—twist to stitch himself—he’d just tear and re-open everything. So, he waited. He listened to the slugging of the water through the house’s pipes, the pattering of the branches against his window, felt the slimy sensation of blood leaking down his ribs, and waited. He was laying too flat for vertigo to harm him, even as he started spinning slowly while laying completely still, but if Jazz could hurry the fuck up, that’d be great. He hissed as he flexed a little to raise his head and look at the time. It’d only been another minute; it just felt like an eternity.

“ Sorry Danny,” the door closed with a quiet tap, “I had to wait for them to go back into the lab.”

“ No worries, not like I could go anywhere.” He heard her hissed intake of breath, could imagine the horrified looking expression to accompany it. “It smells like a butcher shop in here, and I look like an incompletely done up rack of ribs, but all of that is just dramatic window dressing. I’ll be fine.”

“ Where’s the first aid kit?”

“ By my desk, it was a bitch and a half getting it from under the bathroom sink. We should hide it someplace that requires less bending and reaching.” He waved his hand vaguely in the direction of his desk chair, where he’d placed the plastic box, and focused on his breathing. The room was spinning more, and the feeling of hanging near the ceiling was kicking in.

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #Passion and Plasmatic Plague #PaPP #Balshumet's Baragouin #Chapter Nineteen

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teabookgremlin · 1 year

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well pals here we are, the final eat her ear friday of yellowjackets season 2. this post is gonna be a little different than my usual recaps as i’ll focus on more just kinda discussing what i liked, what i didn’t like, what i think might happen next, instead of the more stream of conscious style deal i usually do and it’ll be organized as all teen timeline thoughts followed by all adult timeline thoughts. anyway i have loved yellowjackets blogging with you all this season and cannot wait to continue being insane about this show with all the cool people on this webbed site. spoilers below cut

teen timeline episode thoughts:

- i gotta say teen timeline was top tier this week. i loved every second of the wilderness time from the second it begun.

-just everything about how javi was handled was great, seeing travis’s grief at the start, how shauna butchered javi, van and travis’s talk, travis taking a bite out of javi’s heart, it all just went hard. i wonder if the bite of the raw heart will become a part of the hunt ritual. like the person closest to the hunted or perhaps the person who killed them bites into the heart before cooking it bc i’d fuck with that

- fucking coach man. he really should’ve died this season. he is the only man on this show i truly like but they had to ruin that by just drawing out his life. seriously what was the point of all his paul stuff and his suicide attempt and his clear hopelessness if he wasn’t gonna die. i do think that the girls are gonna hunt him down in s3, like they’ll track him to the cave and kill and eat him then take the cave as their’s. fingers crossed. sorry coach my guy i liked you but you need to die eventually. also fucker burnt down the cabin. what the fuck dude i know you think the girls are monsters but like you’re gonna try to kill them all for it?

- NAT ANTLER QUEEN ok i fucking loved this. lottie no longer being able to hear the wilderness. her passing on the role she never even wanted. nat always having been it’s favorite. nat’s horror turning into joy/acceptance. all the ways the girls pledged their loyalty to her. loved loved loved it cannot wait to see where it goes from here.

next up adult timeline episode thoughts:

- first of all too much of the men. like seriously walter swooping in and saving the day with his plan to frame kevyn for all the adam shit was just so meh. it would’ve been so much better if walter hadn’t been introduced and misty had been the one to pull that kinda shit. also pissed that creep cop lives to see another day get in losers we’re climbing through our computers to kill creep cop ourselves.

- i did really enjoy the recreating of the ritual scene, i thought it was very nicely done and shauna drawing the queen is not what i expected and i did like callie coming in to save her. also how during the ritual there were flashes to their teen selves i ate that shit up.

- ok now the main thing is obviously nat. her death was definitely frustrating. i think it could’ve worked had it happened later in the series or if it had been better set up just how it happened really fell flat. it does definitely seem like juliette wanted out so the writers had to change their plans. just nat’s story does not feel entirely complete and how it all works out from here really depends on how they play things going forward. i do think that there is a way for this to work plot wise i am just definitely concerned.

- so interested by our girl van. how she kinda lights up when lottie says that it worked. i think either van is cured or thinks she is and that that is gonna bring her back to her faith in the wilderness despite how she clearly wanted to leave it behind. so so so excited to see where her story goes especially alongside tai and lottie, there is just so much potential here and i hope they don’t fuck it up.

- finally it really felt like they were trying to hard to make a nice neat tidy ending for the adult timeline. like they wanted to wrap up as many plot points as possible which really doesn’t make sense given the amount of show that is supposedly planned. i’m definitely concerned that they’re gonna introduce some weird out of no where plot lines in the adult timeline to refill the empty space left by what was wrapped up here.

#lila’s yellowjackets recap #yellowjackets #yellowjackets s2 #yellowjackets spoilers

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lovings4turn · 1 month

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i'm kinda back, i'm kinda back !! and, i have my laptop on split screen so i know what i said last week and what you responded (crazy! it's been a week!) and, apologies from my end once again !! :((

i've been pulling through much to our surprise, had a revelation the other day and that gave me the drive to just push! the revelation is: this course is just deadline heavy, the exam itself is just a few theories and full bodies of three legislations: the GDPR, CTR, and.... MDR! (also, we had a lecture on MDR yesterday. the last think i expected to hear was that condoms are seen as medical devices which does make sense but i was surprised.) but am i really in health sciences/public health if i don't get enlightened every other day? yeah, exactly 😔😭

how are your academics going !? saw you got midterms done, hopefully all went well !! i just know you did your best and i'm so so proud of you lovelie !! 🫶🫶 also, how are you doing !? hopefully you have treated yourself to getting on top of all of it !! <3

how is your burn doing from last week? hopefully all healed !! but, honestly, i have much much respect for what you do !! you're practically doing chemistry with drinks that are..... wait. how do i word it? that tend to make one more alive? is that it? idk! 😭😭

weather, oh my gosh, oh my gosh, becca!! it's getting so much better !! we're hitting 17+ weather!! yesterday it was hot as heck, and i wore a bomber jacket and a turtle neck jUST IN CASE. didn't realise it would be /that/ hot. hopefully your weather is not too bad ?!

oOoOh!! cinnamon lattes sound so cool !! i'd love that because cinnamon just has a wonderful scent, aaaa !! so i can imagine it'd be heavenly !! two each shift ?! dang !! (i'd do the same) oooh, so fancy becca !! 🤭🤭 bears on flat whites 😭 sounds a bit concerning without context but i love that sm !! what's your favourite design you've made so far !?

the answer to the joke! well, the man left because... man go. he saw the mango sign beside the mangos, right? and the man chose to go. ha! (that sounded better in my head 😞) apologies if it wasn't funny 🫠 my essay has come to an end !! but, i hope you do take care of yourself and i'm sending you all the love in the universe and just keep smiling and have the best day ever !! love ya bunches !!! 🫶🫶

surprise surprise ,, it’s time for MY apologies !! so glad to have you back here though love ,, seeing you in my inbox NEVER fails to make me smile omg

AHHHH I’M SO PROUD OF YOU !!!! i KNEW you could do it omg ,, you’ve got this down sweets !!! honestly everything you reveal about your course just makes me more n more appreciative of your brain because oh my god i could never understand HALF of these things !!!! like that’s so impressive to me !!!! how are the studies currently treating you then love ?

AHHH THANK YOU ! and yes !!! finally got them all handed in so i have a solid month or so of relaxation before finals 🤩 i decided to treat myself by .. booking a trip to italy with one of my friends which MAY be over the top but hey !!!! i deserve a little treat !!!

the burn has healed herself up too !! i did , somehow , cut myself on a milk jug my last shift though ? which even for me is baffling , i have no clue how i’ve managed that ? you’re so right about the chemistry thing omg !!! especially w our new summer menu ,, i genuinely feel like i’m crafting little potions and creations every time i make one and i love it sm 😭😭😭

THE WEATHER HEARD YOUR PRAYERS LOVE !! i’m so glad omg it’s about TIME !!!! finally getting the weather u deserve <33 our weather’s been so temperamental omg , one day it’s absolutely gorgeous out and the next it’s lashing down so we can’t win 😔

trust i would make you the most delicious , delectable cinnamon latte of your life sweetheart 🫶 it sounds VERY concerning out of context omg 😭😭😭 the other day i made a lil heart with a smiley face and as silly as it was i absolutely loved it 😭 like !!! it’s so goofy !!!

THE MAN GO OH MY GOD HOW DID I NOT GET THAT 😭😭😭 i actually giggled out loud at that , cheesy jokes like these are so my niche so i LOVED that sm stop

i’m sending you all of the love , joy n positivity i possibly can sweetheart !!! thank you again for blessing my inbox with your sweet presence and lovely words ,, always so so nice to hear from you m’love 😽💌🫶

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lemon-plort · 4 months

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[ FFVII Demo thoughts below :) ]

Dumping all my first impressions here now that I've sat on it for a bit

PROS

This is probably going to be a bit of a mess bc there's just so much I love about this franchise...

Starting off obvious, the music oh my god. Nobuo Uematsu smashed it out but that was to be expected.

I absolutely adore how they explored Cloud's recollection of events from his pov!! Zack's mannerisms and personality showing through while the real Cloud stayed in the background and kept mostly silent (especially around Tifa). It was cool to see, and I think they did a great job blending cloud's perspective with what actually happened. It felt believable that Cloud could recall everything the way he did and seeing how his mind mended or flat out ignored the gaps and inconsistencies was perfect.

Speaking of, the method they chose to retell it. I'm so glad they opted for more of a story around a campfire kind of approach than just showing us through flashbacks. The added dialogue from Barret, Tifa and Aerith was the cherry on top.

Loved the choice system

I've seen others mention it too but how they aren't afraid to keep things a little silly :)) Cloud stuffing his mouth with those sandwiches, butchering Tifa's theme on the piano and stretching with the exercise class were great little moments and I can't wait to see more.

Sephiroth. He honestly deserves multiple bullet points. I LOVE how we got to see more of his personality pre-nibelheim disaster. His banter and expressions were such a welcome addition since I feel they never expanded on it nearly enough in crisis core! He looked genuinely upset after losing the other Shinra trooper and the amount of expression purely in his eyes during and just before the disaster- *chefs kiss*

The small details around the environment, I spent a good chunk of the time just getting in the camera mode and zooming into all the pictures Tifa had around her room or the posters in the general store and inn.

How realistic the physics were for those mako purifiers?? It made me feel like I was back hauling around road cases

Screw it he is getting more points. I need to mention his hair and boots. I couldn't stop looking at them, they were so nicely rendered...

Expanding on that everything was tbh. The fabric of Cloud's pants looks so so soft (they were looking a bit rough in remake) and all the detailing on the buster sword and metal like Tifa's gloves. I could spend hours just zooming into every little detail and texture.

I also think they nailed Cloud and Tifa's models. They both clearly look like themselves even though they're younger which I feel some games struggle with.

More Sephiroth points soz- his model was just so accurate. There were shots where his silhouette literally looked like his original art, it was so satisfying to see.

The use of the L2 R2 buttons. Idk the proper name for the feature but when they make it physically harder to press. I feel they used it sparingly which made it more effective. That scene especially with Cloud crawling towards Sephiroth...oh my god chills. It gave me the same sense of immersion like the end of Crisis Core during Zack's final stand.

More on the immersion. How they differentiated between Sephiroth and "Cloud's" skill levels by allowing Sephiroth to cast the higher level spells from the get go.

Combo moves!! One of my favourite features in FFXV so to see it translated here was great

Just going to make a general point for the atmosphere, environment, voice acting, enemy design etc. bc otherwise I'll be here forever.

Though the scene with Sephiroth cutting down all the tubes has to get a special mention. The pure disdain in his voice towards Hojo was done super well.

CONS

Some of these might be a little nitpicky since I really don't have much to complain about

I found some of the dialogue to be a little clunky at times, like the characters weren't given enough time to say their line before the camera changes. This is probably just a translation issue though and really doesn't bother me that much

Not the biggest fan of the white interface for your spells n shit. It feels like it sticks out a lot more than the blue and not in a good way.

I think I just generally prefer remakes UI (except the pause screen, I enjoy getting to see their models rather than the still images we had before)

Moving around the map is a bit clunkier than I would've hoped. The inside areas were better but outside felt choppy at times.

the storage space....

MISC.

I find it generally funny how they completely skipped over any mention of gackt Genesis. Like it makes sense but as someone with no real hatred towards him like a lot of fans have, it came across like square enix was shoving him in a box and hoping no one brings it up lolol

surprised to see we're getting a demo update too, the Junon demo? curious to see what they'll cover in that

Overall though I'm absolutely buzzing. February 29th can't get here soon enough :)))

#would love to hear anyone else's thoughts!!#This is mostly just my rambling to get the excitement out of my system #I probably forgot so much of what I wanted to say lol #I'll probably periodically update this #ffvii rebirth #final fantasy vii #ffvii #rebirth demo #ffvii spoilers

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gxthicwxrm · 2 years

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hi! could i make a natasha x reader request where they are on a mission and natasha is going to use her widows bite on the enemy, but they dodge her attack and she accidentally hits reader very fluffy

"I can't lose you!"

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Word count: 1154k words

Requested: hi! could i make a natasha x reader request where they are on a mission and natasha is going to use her widows bite on the enemy, but they dodge her attack and she accidentally hits reader very fluffy

Warning: Angst

Gif not mine, credit to owner.

Please enjoy!!! Feeback is welcome!!

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This mission was supposed to be easy. We were supposed to go in, disable the bomb and exit how we came in. We didn't expect 12 armed soldiers to be there. Quickly, Tony wiped out three of them. Cap's shield knocks down four in a single shot while Wanda throws two of them backwards on their asses with her glowing magic. Natasha is struggling with one who keeps her in a headlock while another soldier starts towards her. I ran to her from across the fight, prepared to jump on the one in front of me. Suddenly, he jumps to the side, leaving me to see Natasha's before me. Almost too fast to recognize, a flash of blue came at me. Her face changes from cool determination to frantic panic. It lands, igniting a fire on my chest the moment it makes contact. I step back, tripping over air as I fall down. I land flat on my back, squirming to get this thing off. My hand scratch at my chest

"Y/N, stay still. Let me help you, baby. I'm so sorry. He moved. I-I...I didn't think you'd be right behind him. Oh my god." She finishes as she pulls the fire off of me. I try to catch my breath as I look and see it was her Widow's Bite that was meant for the man who now lays dead on the ground beside us. We're surrounded by Tony, Wanda, Steve, Sam, and Clint. All their faces are covered in worry.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wanda asks softly, kneeling down beside me, mirroring Natasha who was at my right side. I look at the brunette and shake my head 'yes'. She pats my knee, causing me to jump a little bit. She doesn't notice but Nat does. Suddenly, she puts her hands under my knees, picking me up bridal-style.

"We need to let Bruce take a look at her." Nat says walking straight towards the trucks that have now arrived to take us back to the compound. She carries me into the truck, sitting me on her lap as everyone follows in. She snuggles her head into my neck before letting her lips linger on my ear.

"I am so sorry. You know I love you, right?" I nod my head, silently telling her 'of course I know she does'.

"I really am sorry. If I would've known, I swear it would've been so much different. You mean so much to me. You're my world and everything in it. I would never do that on purpose, baby. I'd never hurt my love." She pleads as if you blame her. I shake my head, moving to whisper to her after checking that everyone else was lost in their own conversations, not noticing us.

"Darling, stop worrying yourself over an accident. You didn't mean to. Accidents happen, especially in our field. I love you and I know you love me. It hurt like hell but I know you would never hurt me, Nat." I mumble against her ear before lightly kissing her cheek, rubbing my head against hers then laying my head against her shoulder. She pressed her lips to my forehead lightly before laying on my head for the rest of the ride back.

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Once back at the compound, Nat carries me from the truck to the infirmary where Bruce already is set up, waiting for me. Natasha places me on the medical table and Bruce begins to inspect my chest after I remove my shirt, revealing a low cut black tank top that hugs my breast. Dark bruises sprinkle over my upper chest. Blotches of purple, red, and blues bloom all across my upper body. Pain radiates, more as he lightly touches in, making me wince. Nat stands off to the side. Her fingers, she's currently slightly chewing on as she listens intensively to Bruce as he lists off the damage. He puts an ointment and gauze covering the area before telling me 'I am good to go'. I hope down, Natasha rushing to my side. She holds my arm even though I'm already on my feet.

"I still am so sorry baby." She says as we lead to our shared apartment inside the compound. I shake my head at her, dismissing her. I don't talk until we are alone in our apartment. As soon as the door clicks, I start.

"You NEED to understand that I know in the deepest part of my heart that you couldn't even be able to raise your voice at me. You'd never hurt me. You are my person, Natasha. And I know I'm your person too." I finish, my hands now on both of her cheeks, making her look at me. I slowly articulate each word to get it in her thick skull that it's okay. She smiles at me softly. I let both hands fall back a little, My left one falls down to her shoulder. I linger at her jawline, following it down before letting my hand touch her collarbone.

"We are okay. I am okay. It is okay." I say.

"No it's not. You got hurt. Because of me!! I am why you are hu-"

"Natasha, it was an accident. Yes, I got hurt. But we always get hurt. Every single one of us has. Getting hurt is-" I say before she cuts me off.

"Don't say that. It's not normal for you. You do not get hurt on missions. I will not let you get hurt." Her face shows worry as her voice cracks. Tears brim her eyes. I start to speak but she raises a finger, stopping me.

"I can't lose you. You are my best friend. You are mine. My soul, my heart. You are my family. My home to come to." She gestures to the living room we are standing in.

"I would give my life to never lose you. If I did, I would crawl to the end of the universe to get you back. I would trade my life for yours. So, to be the one to have hurt you like that…..y/n it feels like my lungs were ripped out and I couldn't breathe. My heart stopped beating until I knew you were okay. You mean so much to me." She cries, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You will never lose me. I will always be here. Even if I fade away at some point, I will always be here and I will always love you, Natasha Romanoff." I say, kissing her through her tears.

"I love you too, Y/N L/N. So much more."

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hopelesshawks · 3 years

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Can I request a Compress x Reader? Babytrapping + Breeding?

Ohhh interesting, of course you can! I rarely write for the villains so this will be fun. You didn’t specify but because baby trapping I did fem!reader. I also just realized you might’ve meant reader baby trapping Compress but I wrote Compress baby trapping reader so I hope that’s what you wanted 😅

The following request contains dark content. Check the warnings before reading

Warnings for vomiting, pregnancy, manipulation, non-violent sexual assault (baby trapping), breeding kink, unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), minor dumbification? (reader is very no thoughts, head empty during the smut), minor size kink, minor pain kink

Three years.

Three years together and yet you never would’ve guessed that your boyfriend is the notorious Mr. Compress of League of Villains infamy.

You first met Atsuhiro while working at a hole in the wall theater company. He came up to you after performing one night and had been so effortlessly charming that you’d instantly been put under his spell. He was more intelligent than all of your exes combined and could make you laugh like no one else could. It hadn’t taken long for you to fall totally and completely for the charming man you met that night.

But all of that came crashing down around you when he came home from a “business trip” with a prosthetic arm and no amount of half-assed excuses about an accident on stage could assuage your suspicions. He managed to dodge a confrontation with you for almost a week before you’d finally put the final pieces together and went to him to demand an explanation.

“You’re a terrorist Atsu!”

“That’s just what the heroes want you to think my love, don’t fall for their propaganda.”

“It’s not propaganda it’s just a fact! People have died because of your actions!”

“And how many more have suffered or died because of heroes and the society they created.”

“You’re deflecting. I have always indulged your rants about hero society but this is too far! The man I fell in love with would never stoop to this level!”

Atsuhiro crosses the room to you in two quick strides, cradling your face gently with his hand while you feel the cool metal of his other find your hip, fingers slipping under your shirt.

“I’m still the man you fell in love with (y/n), I can assure you of that,” he whispers, pressing his forehead to yours.

“How could that possibly be?”

“Let me show you.”

He pulls you into a gentle kiss, reassuring in its care. As his lips move against yours, gently coaxing them to open so he can deepen the kiss and slip his tongue inside, you struggle to maintain your earlier anger. It’s a distraction and you know it is but it’s hard to resist as he starts to move you both back towards your bedroom. He makes quick work of your clothes and by the time your back hits the plush of your mattress you’re both already naked. His mouth finally releases yours to travel down your body, leaving bruises in his wake as he marks you as his.

“Atsu, wait we should, ah-” you start but he quickly shushes you before licking a long stripe up your waiting sex.

“Just relax Angel, let me take care of you. Let your thoughts drift away,” he all but purrs.

You try to focus on the conversation you know the two of you need to have but it slips from your fingers like grains of sand as he brings one hand to your swollen clit and starts rubbing slow circles. Your hands tighten in the sheets as he draws a low, keening whine out of you. His hazel eyes dance with smug satisfaction as he watches you try and fail to form a coherent thought. He doesn’t let up the pressure on your clit for even a moment as he drops his mouth to your waiting cunt and plunges his tongue inside. Your hand flies down to his curly hair on impulse, tangling in the brown locks and gripping tight. Your nails scratch along his scalp and your tight grip tugs at the roots of his hair but he loves the pain of it, knows it’s a sign he’s doing well as he brings up his free hand to add two fingers inside you as well. After so long together he knows your body just as well as you do and it takes no time at all for him to find that one spot inside you that has you seeing stars. Your climax builds and builds until you finally crash through the peaks of your pleasure, walls fluttering around your lover’s tongue and fingers as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You’ve barely had time to recover from your orgasm before you can feel his erection pressing at your entrance. “W-wait, Atsu, condom,” you pant, shifting in the bed to reach for the bedside drawer but Atsuhiro stops you. “We don’t need it baby, wanna feel closer to you,” he murmurs, pressing kisses along your face as he eases you back down to laying flat on the bed. “But what if-” “You’re on birth control right?” he cuts you off. “I mean yea but-” “Then it’ll be fine, you worry too much.”

Any further protests you might’ve had are immediately silenced as a snap of your boyfriend’s hips has the tip of his cock brushing your cervix. You gasp as your body attempts to adjust to his girth. “You’re taking me so well baby, isn’t this so much better? Feel how close we are. Nothing between us, just as it should be,” he coos and it does feel good, good enough that despite the voice in your head telling you you should be cautious, you only nod and beg for more. The grin Atsuhiro gives you is almost blinding right before he presses his lips to yours, kissing you greedily as he slowly withdraws his hard cock before pushing back inside you again. You whimper and whine into his mouth as he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust more brutal than the last. Eventually he leans back and away from you, shifting your hips so he can plunge himself in deeper, but with his lips no longer occupied with yours he’s free to let his thoughts spill out and into the room:

“Gonna fill you up so well, fuck, my beautiful Angel.”

“You and me forever baby, gonna look so good round with my kids.”

“Taking my cock so well, can’t wait until you’re full of my seed.”

The words wash over you but barely register. There’s no room in your brain left for anything else as Atsuhiro takes over every corner of it. Language becomes a foreign concept to you, barely able to articulate your own pleasure in more than the sinful sounds dripping from your lips, let alone trying to process your boyfriend’s ramblings. His thrusts start getting sloppier as he brings one hand between you both to stroke your clit and push you over the edge with him. “I’m so close angel, I’m so close. Cum with me. Want you to finish with me while I stuff you full of my cum,” he pants and all you can do is nod as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter. As you clench harder around him he goes toppling over the edge first, crying out your name as he spills his load inside you. You never would’ve anticipated enjoying it so much but it’s that feeling that sends you over the edge, falling apart around his cock as he finishes filling you with his cum.

He helps you come down from your high with sweet kisses and whispered words of encouragement, but as the haze of lust fades, you start to remember the fight you both were having before. As much as you would like for this to be the kind of thing you can just kiss and make up over, it’s not and you know it’s a conversation that needs to be finished. Looking at your boyfriend as he settles more comfortably on top of you though, you can’t bring yourself to ruin the moment. Sleep is weighing heavy on your eyelids anyway so you resolve yourself to bring it up the next day.

Except the next day ends the same way.

And the day after that.

And the day after that…

Every time you try to bring back up Atsuhiro’s secret double life as Mr. Compress he manages to distract you just long enough to get you back into bed. At first you tell yourself it’s not a big deal that the conversation’s been delayed a couple days, but then it turns into a week. A week of very hot sex, mind you, but if the existence of Atsuhiro’s double life was a red flag then certainly his insistence on avoiding discussing it is an even larger one. After two weeks you finally resolve yourself to talking to him the next morning over breakfast, no distractions and no avoiding the issue with sex. Cooking helps with your nerves, giving you something to do with your hands and a task to focus on to help you ignore your roiling stomach. You end up making almost an entire breakfast buffet by the time Atsuhiro emerges from your shared bedroom to join you in the kitchen.

He barely has time to tell you good morning before you’re rushing him to the table and setting plates full of food down. You know you have to tread carefully so you use the time you both spend eating to organize your thoughts. This time for sure you’ll talk to him. You finally open your mouth to confront Atsuhiro once and for all but as you feel bile start to crawl up your throat what comes out instead is “I think I’m gonna be sick.”

No sooner have you said the words are you shoving away from the table and rushing into the nearest bathroom. You get to the toilet just in time, fingers clutching the rim of the bowl as you violently eject the contents of your stomach into the water below. It burns your throat coming up and your eyes sting, but a warm, comforting presence is by your side in an instant, one hand coming up to rub your back gently as the other pulls your hair away from your face. Only once your stomach is thoroughly emptied does the heaving finally stop and you’re able to sit back and catch your breath. “Are you ok my love? What’s wrong?” Atsuhiro asks with gentle care as he pulls you close. You shake your head, unsure yourself of what had turned your stomach. Sure, you were nervous to talk to Atsuhiro but not that nervous. It can’t have been something you ate since all you’d had was the breakfast you made and you know everything was cooked properly. You rack your brain for an answer only to go rigid when you start to settle on one.

“Atsu what’s the date?”

“The 22nd baby, why?”

Your blood runs cold.

You’d been so preoccupied with figuring out things with Atsuhiro that you hadn’t even noticed how much time was slipping past but there’s no doubt about it. Your period is two weeks late.

“I think I need to go to the doctor,” you whisper. No way in hell you’ll leave this up to a drugstore test. There must be another explanation for your sudden nausea. Sure, you and Atsuhiro had pretty much abandoned condoms. Every time you started to reach for one, he’d remind you how good it felt not to use one the first time and convince you to forgo it again. But you’re on birth control! This isn’t supposed to be possible.

God bless him, Atsuhiro doesn’t press you any further on why exactly you want to go to the doctor instead of trying to find something at home to settle your stomach. He simply helps you off the floor and then grabs the keys to your car so he can drive you to the doctor himself. You’re incredibly grateful that he doesn’t seem to share your nerves. He’s a calming presence next to you as your anxiety kicks into overdrive.

You’d asked Atsuhiro to take a seat without you while you checked into the urgent care. You didn’t want him to hear you describe your symptoms to the nurse waiting there. The kind woman immediately suspects the same thing you do and leads you to the bathroom so you can pee in a cup. She’s sympathetic and reassuring as she tells you to return to the waiting room while the doctor runs the pregnancy test but it does little to soothe your frayed nerves. The air in the waiting room feels oppressive and when your name is finally called to go back and see the doctor, Atsuhiro’s hand in yours is probably the only thing that keeps you grounded. You take a seat on the examination table and instead of moving to sit down in one of the chairs in the room, Atsu stays by your side, whispering reassurances into your ear. “Whatever’s going on I’m here for you my love.”

The doctor strides into the room shortly afterwards, greeting you warmly even if somewhat absentmindedly as she moves to the computer to check for your details. She confirms your date of birth and then after scrolling for a bit her eyes finally land on the results of your test. She smiles and your heart sinks. “Well it looks like congratulations are in order, you’re pregnant!” she exclaims, beaming at you. A lump forms in your throat as tears threaten to fall, anxiety making your hands shake as the weight of the situation starts to crash down on you. The doctor misinterprets your reaction and as she leaves the room to get you pamphlets on what to expect and how best to take care of yourself during your pregnancy, her reassuring words that promise you’ll make a great mother are anything but.

As soon as the doctor leaves the room you break, tears cascading down your cheeks as your chest heaves. Atsuhiro pulls you into his embrace, letting you fall apart in his arms as you come to terms with the news. “I’m not ready to be a mom, I can’t do it on my own,” you cry, hands clenching onto his shirt. “I know my love, I know, but you’ll never be alone as long as you have me. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he assures you, pulling you in even closer.

As you continue to cry into his chest, murmuring hiccuping thank you’s between heaving sobs, Atsuhiro can’t help but smile to himself.

He’ll have to remember to thank Dr. Garaki for the fake birth control pills later.

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seiyasabi · 3 years

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Fixation

(This is a Yandere Yelena x Fem Reader story ;)) This takes place in a Modern AU outside of the anime, and I won’t justify my reasoning lmao

TW: Coercion, !Drugging!, Manipulation, !Noncon!, !Dubcon!, Daddy kink (ehehe), spanking, she’s a straight up Dom w her tall ass, kinda a meanie, degradation!, handcuffs!, use of sex toys!, Overstim!, size kink!, dumbification?, unwanted filming!, etc..

Proceed with caution! Sorry if this is too self indulgent lmao, when women (lesbians) talk to me, I become the biggest idiot to ever exist :)) )

Today wasn’t the best day to wear a skirt.

Begrudgingly smoothing down the lilac fabric of your skirt, you huff indignantly. All you wanted to do was look cute for your crush, Marco, but it seems that that was too much to ask for.

Your white sweater, at least, keeps you somewhat warm from the harsh wind. It’s tucked into the waistband of your high waisted skirt, and your thigh high socks push the fat of your cute thighs out slightly. The sound of your white sneakers against the pavement is drowned out by your classmates’ loud voices, and you’re seemingly unaware of a certain black-eyed glare.

Seeing your classroom come into view, you hurry inside, sliding into your lab assigned seat. Eyeing the dark haired male of your dreams, you can’t help but sigh pathetically at the fact that he hasn’t noticed you. Up until recently, the two of you were great friends-always hanging out and texting one another. But, the moment the both of you picked up this class, everything changed.

Hearing the seat next to you slide open, you glance up at your seatmate. Smiling up at the tall woman, you greet her kindly, “Hi, Lena! How’re you today?”

The Russian exchange student smirks down at you, as she plops onto the seat, “Good, now that you’re here.”

Laughing at her gruff words, you wave her off, “You always say that,” Zipping open your backpack, you pull out your class notes, “What’re you going to do this weekend?”

Her smirk widens, dark eyes gleaming, “Why? Asking me on a date?” You laugh once more, completely oblivious to her hopeful tone.

“You’re so funny, Lena,” Pulling out your pack of multicoloured pens, you start to set up for your class, “I just heard you speaking with Annie about ‘something big’ the other day, so I became curious.”

Not one to acknowledge boundaries, the blonde woman starts to play with your (hair/sweater), “I’m throwing a party, one you should come to,” Her tone leaves no room to negotiate, but you don’t really notice. Nodding, you smile up at her.

“Sounds fun! When is it and who’s going?” Her hand trails down to your thigh, fiddling with your sock. Brushing off your mild alarm at her ministrations, you justify her actions through your cultural differences.

“Tonight at eight. Annie and her friends should be there, same with Marco and a few others,” She name dropped the kind man on purpose, knowing your misguided infatuation with him. If only you knew how much of a pussy he is. All she did was threaten him once, and suddenly he stayed clear of you. It made her life easier, sure, but it annoyed her that he dropped you like a gutted fish. You’re too good for that.

Pulling out your phone, you pull up your calendar, showcasing that you have no plans this evening, “Okay, I can go!”

Her smirk grows wider than before, “Great,” Yelena’s accent seemingly grows thicker, her r rolling more harshly than before.

With that, class begins without a hitch; Yelena’s hand still glued to your perfect thigh.

Stepping out of your car, you readjust your new outfit. Keeping the thigh highs from earlier, you changed your lilac skirt for a black, body con one, along with a cropped, black long sleeve shirt that accentuates your cleavage.

Slamming your car door shut, you lock it with your key, before heading towards Yelena’s luxurious flat. You can hear low music and voices from her open top floor balcony, multiple shadows moving inside her home.

With a fast beating heart, you can’t help but hope that Marco will speak with you tonight. With that hope deep in your chest, you step inside the fancy building’s lobby. Approaching the front desk, you go to show them your ID, but are met with brightly smiling faces.

“Go on up to the tenth floor, (Your Name)! Yelena already told us that you’re coming!” Surprise overcomes your form. Why do they know you by appearance alone? You’ve never even been here before.

“Oh, okay! Thank you,” Deciding to ignore the weird situation at hand, you head towards the lift. Pressing the button, you wait a few moments, before stepping into the open lift doors. The sleek metal walls reflect your appearance back at you, whilst you press the pristine ‘10’ button. With a small beep, the lift begins to move, practically flying at top speed to the top floor.

Once at the tenth floor, the doors fly open, showing what looks to be a living room. You can’t help but gawk at the large flat displayed before you. Your classmate must be quite wealthy to afford a place like this.

You awkwardly make your way inside, and are immediately greeted by the party’s host, “Hey, (Your Name), welcome!” You’re side hugged by a buff arm, practically slammed into Yelena’s torso.

“Hey, thanks for having me!” You pat her back in an attempt to have her let you go, but instead, it seems to spur her on. She drags you towards a large L-shaped couch, which is filled by Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt. A handful of others sit at her dining room table and kitchen counter, the open concept allowing everyone to see and speak to each other comfortably.

Reiner glances up from the story he’s telling Historia and Ymir, a grin painting his handsome features, “Whoa, that’s a new look for you, (Your Name)!”

Multiple eyes are suddenly glued to your now self conscious form, an uneasy smile on your face, “Hello, everyone.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you look great! It’s just really different from your normal, cute clothes,” People nod and agree with the large man, causing you to break out in a nervous sweat.

“Well, I hope I don’t look too bad,” You joke halfheartedly, “I just wanted to try something new.”

Yelena takes your appearance in, practically salivating. Whilst she does enjoy your usual clothing, this look fits you quite well.

“You look very nice,” Bertholdt reassures soothingly, patting the spot by him, “You can sit next to me, if you’d like.”

The short haired woman glued to your side reacts immediately, “No, the girl needs a drink,” Annie shoots her a knowing look, which she nods to in response. You’re practically ragdolled to the kitchen bar, as the conversation starts up once more. Once at the marble countertop, the large woman releases you in favour of pouring you a cup of spiked punch, “This is very good. Made it myself.”

You give her a bright smile, accepting the red solo cup, “Cool! I’m sure it’s delicious!” Bringing the cup to your (lipstick/chapstick/lipgloss) coated lips, you take a small sip. A burst of fruity goodness explodes on your tastebuds, making your eyes widen in surprise. You can’t taste a drop of alcohol in it, “Wow! This is really good!”

A proud grin overtakes her lips, as she nods her thanks, “Of course it is. I knew you were coming, after all,” You laugh in response, and take another sip of the red liquid.

“I see! Well, you have a very nice home!” The tall woman leans against the counter, holding herself up with an arm that goes behind your form.

“Thank you. It’s very spacious. I find myself lonely at times,” Her large, black eyes stare down at you, trying to send you a message through them alone.

“Oh, well, have you tried getting a roommate? Maybe the flat won’t be so empty,” She nods at your words.

“Yes, that’s a good idea. Would you be my roommate?” You laugh, thinking that she’s joking. Not bothering to look up, as you take another swig of your drink, you don’t see the somewhat hurt look on her face.

“That would be something! Not only are we seatmates, but we’re also roommates,” You giggle some more, taking more sips of your delicious drink, “But, your flat is a lot nicer than mine. I may take up on your offer.”

Looking up, you see her grin at you approvingly, “Yes, that would be nice,” What you don’t know is that her lease is almost up, making it so she has paperwork she needs to fill out. Paperwork that would look great with your co-sign on it.

Three drinks in, and you’re feeling a bit woozy. Typically, you’re not a lightweight, but it seems that you are tonight.

Leaning your upper body onto Yelena’s strong form, you laugh hysterically at something Reiner says, “Oh my God, you’re hilarious-” You cut yourself off with a snort, causing the entire room to laugh at your cute giggling.

The short haired woman you’re currently using as a pillow holds you tenderly, a pleased smile on her face. The stuff Annie gave her works very well.

“Man, if you weren’t Yelena’s girl, I would’ve cuffed you a semester ago!” Reiner roars wholeheartedly, slapping the leather couch below him.

In your cloudy mind, you barely understand the words he just said, “Haha, wha-?”

Pushing your head into her breasts, Yelena shushes you, “My poor baby is such a lightweight,” She and the others chuckle at that understatement, “I think it’s time to turn in for the night.”

Her civil way of kicking everyone out was enough, as everyone trickles out of her luxurious flat. Once the last person leaves, Yelena stands to her feet, scooping you up in her buff arms. She goes to her lift, pressing the lock input, she types in the lock code, not allowing anyone in or out of her home. Your high mind can barely comprehend what’s going on around you.

She hums an unknown tune, as she goes up her steps to her master bedroom. Kicking open the door, she flips on her bedroom light with her elbow, before shutting the door with her foot. Sauntering to her California King sized bed, she lays your drugged out form on her light grey coloured sheets.

“-Lena, wha-” Your head lulls to the side as you giggle uncontrollably, “-Are- are we dating?” She hums in response, starting to pull down your skirt.

“Yes, my Darling Girl,” She smooches your forehead, “We’ve been together since I moved here,” Pulling your skirt’s fabric down and off of your legs, she tosses it on the floor, exposing your pink panties.

“Bu-but, I like Marco,” You weakly attempt to push her grabby hands away from you, “I-I wan’ Marco!”

The feelings of disgust, envy, and fury overwhelm her all at once. How dare you! She’s always treated you so well, that spineless fucker doesn’t deserve anything from you! He especially doesn’t deserve your wonderful heart!

She says nothing, grabbing your blouse, and chucking it off of you. Your breasts jiggle at her ministrations, your bra just barely containing your tits. Seeing your almost bare, perfect body makes her pussy tingle, but her anger outweighs her arousal.

Settling on the bed, she grasps your boneless body, and pulls you over her knees. You’re still muttering and questioning the validity of your relationship, all whilst saying that horrible boy’s name, causing her to cup the fat of your ass and squeeze harshly.

“Baby, you know better than to say those horrible things. I love you very much, and it hurts to hear you say that.”

Your breasts, arms, and head rest over her left knee, as you try to look up at her stern face, “But-”

“No buts, you know what happens when you act like a brat,” She slaps your ass experimentally, earning a pained yelp. A small smirk covers her lips, and she hits your ass as hard as she can.

“‘M sorry! ‘M sorry! I didn’t mean it!” Your pleading is cute, so cute.

“I know you didn’t, Princess. But I have to remind you of your place,” She slams her hand down once more, jolting your entire body. A shrill cry leaves your lips, as you try to move off of her lap, but seemingly can’t find the strength to do so.

After five more smacks, the blonde pulls you onto her lap in a straddling position. One of her arms wraps around your top half, pushing your crying face into her neck. The other is wrapped around your waist, hand smoothing over your bruising ass, and playing with the hem of your panties.

“Don’t cry, Princess. You know I had to set you straight,” She coos, “Your stupid, little brain is far too gone to understand at the moment, but you will once you sober up. So, for now, let your Daddy make you feel good.”

You mutter nonsensical words in between your sobs, but the large woman isn’t put off. After she’s done with you, you’ll never think of that freckled fuck ever again. At least, you won’t unless you want him dead.

Wrestling your pliant body to the mattress once more, she leaves you on the bed by yourself, before rolling onto the left side. Opening the top drawer of her nightstand, she pulls out a pair of handcuffs, a battery powered hitachi wand, duct tape, and a small bottle of lube. Setting them on the bed by your writhing form, she quickly makes her way back to you.

“Shh, it’s alright, Princess. I’m right here,” Yelena reaches under you, fiddling with your bra’s hooks until it pops open, allowing her to slide your useless arms out of the garment. Tossing it aside, she sucks in a deep breath, enjoying the view of your plush chest. Experimentally, she pinches your right nipple, relishing the small moan you let out at the feeling. Gripping the handcuffs next to you, she feeds your dainty wrists through the opening, popping the pink, plush cuffs on tightly. Happy with the result, she continues her endeavour.

Moving farther down your body, she leaves your socks on, loving how your thigh fat squishes up a bit. Grabbing the hem of your cute, pink panties, she pushes them off of you, exposing your pretty cunny. It separates from you with a small string of slick, filling Yel with a sense of satisfaction. You’re her perfect pain slut, aren’t you?

Pushing on your pliant legs open, she smiles happily down at you, dark eyes blown wide open, “Awe, is your slutty pussy wet for me?”

You shake your head rapidly, disorienting yourself more than before, “Nu-no! It’s not!” She clicks her tongue teasingly, her smile growing wider than before.

“Don’t lie to me, Princess. Now I have to punish you once more,” Forcing your legs open, she holds them down with her own, straddling your waist. Her large form easily overpowers you, as she grabs the blue hitachi wand, and flips it on to the highest setting. Pushing it against your clit with a swift motion, your entire body jolts at the sudden stimulation. A loud whine leaves your lips, as you try to buck it off of your sensitive cunny.

“Puh-please! Take it off! It’s too much!” Yelena snickers in delight, ignoring your pleading. Grabbing the duct tape from beside you, she rips off a few long strips, before smacking them onto your skin and the vibrator, effectively keeping it attached to you.

Your moans and whimpers continue to grow louder and louder, as you try your best not to cum. You bite your lips in the hopes of stifling yourself, but it does little to help. If anything, it just spurs the large woman on.

“Go on, cum for me, cum for Daddy,” You shake your head, a few keens falling from your mouth, as she watches in awe at the way your cunny leaks and clenches around nothing.

Your toes curl in ecstasy as you cum, a loud whine escaping you. A gush of your orgasm flows from you, wetting the blonde woman and the mattress below. Two long, slender fingers prod at your slick pussy, forcing themselves inside your sensitive walls.

“Good Girl, You’re so Good for me,” They Start to move in a ‘come hither’ motion, hitting your g-spot repeatedly with how long her fingers are.

“Too much! Too much!” You cry, as she quickly brings you over the edge once more.

More slick sprays from your cunny, as overstimulation begins to set in. Yelena captures your lips with hers, thrusting her tongue into your mouth. The kiss is wet and hot, as she grips at your plush chest.

“No, no it’s not, Baby. It’s not enough,” Fumbling with her fly, she releases the strap she’s been wearing all night. In all honesty, she’s surprised that you hadn’t noticed the bulge or felt it underneath your ass earlier. It’s a good ten inches in length, and around 5.5 inches of girth.

It is pretty intimidating for most, but due to your fucked out stupor, it should feel amazing for you. Grabbing the lube, she squeezes a small amount onto the silicone cock, smoothing it over the toy in sync with her fingers pumping inside of you.

Deeming the toy and your cunny ready, she makes the next move. Sliding off of your numb legs, she stands to her feet, towering over you in all of her glory. Hefting you up and off of the mattress, she quickly punched your back against her pristine, white wall. Forcing your arms around the back of her head, she continues to kiss your drooly mouth vigorously.

Wrapping your legs around her slender waist, her large leg muscles and arms work to hold you up. Guiding your dripping cunny over the tip of her strap, she slowly sinks you onto it.

A keen of both surprise and pleasure rips out of your throat, as you grip onto her short, blonde locks. Giggling, she bucks her hips into yours sharply, causing you to orgasm on the spot. The vibrator and her strap on feels like heaven.

Throwing your head back in bliss, you feel your arousal drip onto her dress pants, creating even more wet spots than before. Separating from your lips, she grins down at you.

“Look at you, dirty Girl,” She spanks your ass harshly with one hand, as she continues a hardcore pace. The tip of the silicone cock batters against your cervix, causing you to cry out in both pleasure and pain, “You love it when Daddy ruins your pussy, don’t you?”

Too fucked out to think properly, you nod your head vigorously, “Uh-huh! Uh-huh! I love Daddy’s cock!” She kisses your cheek tenderly, not stopping her thrusts for even a moment. Moving her lips down your vulnerable neck, she starts to suck the tender skin, leaving dark love marks on your pretty skin.

“Mmm, good Princess! Since you’re such a good girl, I think you deserve a treat. Do you want a treat? Does your dumb little mind even understand what I’m saying?” You nod once again, eyes teary and pleading.

“Yes! Yes! I want a treat, please, Daddy!” Smirking against your skin, she reaches into her pocket from around your thigh.

“Since you asked so nicely-“ She presses the injector lever, shooting a large load of fake cum into your gummy, needy pussy. You cum almost immediately, this clearly being the biggest orgasm of the night, as you practically convulse and squirt a geyser of cum all over the place, “I think you deserve Daddy’s cum inside you.”

You practically sob at the overstimulation and the feeling of being so full, “Thank you! Thank you, Daddy!” You kiss her of your own volition, surprising the large woman. Her heart warms, loving how you’ve become so submissive.

Cradling you’re form to her muscular body, she saunters back towards the bed, pushing any other objects off and into the night side table.

Placing you on the now dry sheets, she quickly flicks off the vibrator still taped to your clit, before placing it on the table beside her. Plucking off the duct tape, she then takes off your handcuffs, effectively freeing you. Instead of moving away from the woman, you lay there tiredly, no longer processing the situation.

Sighing in content, Yelena grabs a hand towel from the drawer she keeps her sex toys in, and wrestles it under your hips. Smiling, she removes the strap from inside of you, enjoying the sight of the fake cum flooding out of you.

Laying next to you, she pulls your head into her chest, curling around you as if she were a safety blanket.

“You did well, Princess,” You don’t say anything, snuggling into her warmth, “Go to sleep, tomorrow we’ll announce our official status, okay?”

An slurred ‘Okie’ is heard, before you slip into unconsciousness. Cupping your face in appreciation, her dark eyes glance in the direction of a small green light coming from her video camera.

Now you’ll have to date her; after all, you wouldn’t want your sex tape to get out, would you?

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Smart Girls Make Fast Learners

NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

My contribution to the BNHarem’s monthly collab. The theme was SEx work. ⛓This piece is a first real deep dive into darker themes and was actually really, really exciting to write. 🖤 A massive thanks to my dear friend @libiraki for beta reading this.

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, degradation, non-con, dub-con, degradation/praise kinks, mind break, oral (M and F receiving), over stim, loss of virginity, mentions of physical violence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone this type of relationship. This is a work of fiction and if this happens IRL please get out of the relationship!

There is a very specific type of dread that occurs when you discover that the person you built your world around has been lying to you. Tamaki Amajiki was experiencing this brand of betrayal for the first time in his twenty-one years on a rainy Tuesday in October in the dim lighting of your dorm room. His grip tightened around the open laptop as he stared at glimpses of flesh in the thumbnails of the many, many videos posted to the site. Previous live streams with thousands of views. He gulped down the bile in his throat as he scrolled through the videos. His shock and disgust morphed into a pure rage as he counted up the live streams that you’d had since first kissing him. 12. There had been twelve. Three times a week for the past four weeks.

Those big doe eyes that looked into his eyes as you tentatively licked the tip of his cock for the first time… mere hours later they were rolling in the back of your head as you got off for strangers on the internet. He couldn’t take it. You were his first… everything… he knew that you hadn’t been innocent in your past. The way your tongue expertly wound around his when you first kissed him amongst your plush pillows and goose-down comforter reminded him of the fact. The low violet LED lighting of your bedroom made him feel like the two of you were in your own ethereal world. He could forgive you for not waiting for him as he’d waited for you.

For the past four years, he kept to the shadows. He was there when the football player from freshman year cheated on you with one of your terrible friends (and when it happened the second, third, fourth time). He was there to binge your favorite shows with you (“*insert current guy you were fucking* just doesn’t get it, he’s not into it. I’m so glad I’ve got you to watch it with!”) He bit back the heartache that would wash over him when you’d pet him and coo over him… you didn’t see him as a man. He wanted to bend you over and prove he could fuck your brains out. He KNOWS he’d be perfect for you. But he never rejected the attention. He smiled and accepted whatever crumbs fell from your table. Whether it be helping you study or letting you complain about your shitty friends or your shitty jock boyfriends or your shitty parents… He gave and gave and gave… until that one day, 35 days ago to be exact, a shift in the tide occurred.

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“So why don’t you have a girlfriend, Tama-kun?”

“Wh-wha?”

Tamaki dropped the pencil he’d been using and before he could bend to get it himself, your hand was on his thigh and he was putty in your grasp. You giggled and cooed over him like you always did, but this time you did it while assaulting his mouth and neck with your skilled tongue. This time, for the first time, you made Tamaki feel like a man. Like YOUR man.

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Over the next few weeks, Tamaki had become quite skilled in pleasing a woman. It only took a little guidance to have him sucking at your clit with just the right amount of pressure. He learned on his own how to couple that with his long, delicate fingers twisting and pumping in and out of your slick hole. You’d cling to his silky hair, pulling him closer as a constant stream of praise tumbled from your lips:

“No one has ever made me feel this good.”

“Your fingers are perfect Tama-kun”.

“I love your mouth on me so much, baby.”

The first time you came on his face, Tamaki knew there was a god because he’d found heaven between your thighs.

But that was gone now… ripped away with one mouse click on the night he was going to finally give you his virginity. He had held on to it like it was a treasure. A treasure he’d present to you one day wrapped up in life-long devotion and worship... But Tamaki wasn’t in heaven anymore. He wasn’t going to worship you tonight. For the first time since laying eyes on you, Tamaki wanted to hurt you.

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You turned the shower off and dried yourself. Wiping the condensation from the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. You felt like this was going to be the first time giving your body to someone. Tonight was a redo. You were wiping the slate clean. Your first time would no longer be underneath the football captain in the passenger seat of his truck, left feeling sore and unsatisfied. It was going to be with the guy you should have noticed long ago. It would be soft and slow… passionate and filled with sweet words and caresses… limbs tangled in soft sheets that smell like lavender and vanilla.

You applied your lotion and moisturized your face. The red lace adorning your body was arranged perfectly, accentuating the soft swell of your hips and chest. With one last glance in the mirror and adjustment of your bra, you opened the door to the cool air of your dorm room…

...And saw Tamaki looking murderous.

His eyes slowly left the screen to meet your gaze. His tear-stained face had never looked this harsh. His normally sweet eyes were narrowed and red from crying. The sweet lips you’d licked and sucked with such tenderness were hard and cold as they pulled upward in a grimace.

The only thing he said before rising from the bed and setting aside your laptop was your camgirl username. Then he was on you before you could draw a breath to explain.

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Tamaki always thought he liked you best on top of him showering him with kisses and threading your fingers through his hair, but he had to admit… having your arms tied to a bed frame with the silky sash of your bathrobe cutting into your skin was doing things to him. When you sniffled, face stained with tears and snot, his dick twitched in his boxers. The whines you were choking back behind the silky red panties stuffed down your throat sent chills up his spine. You had to learn the hard way not to spit them out after a harsh slap echoed against your skin when you fought back the first time.

Tamaki stood back to survey the mess of skin, spit, and tears for a moment. You were a blank canvas for him to mark up with his rage and lust. You tried to hide away your bare pussy by clenching your thighs together. It only spurred him on.

“Do you have any clue what you’ve done?” he hovered over you, sleek muscles rippling over your own soft body, “I waited, and waited, and WAITED,” he bit down on the side of your exposed neck and you screamed behind the silky gag, trying your best not to expel it from your mouth and receive more punishment.

“I want to give you everything, Y/N,” he licks over the bite, almost apologetically, “I don’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want it to happen like this… FUCK, why?! Why did you ruin this?” his long fingers dug into your cheeks as he forced you to meet his fiery gaze. You couldn’t help whimpering and sniffling back more clear runny snot. You were so humiliated at how disheveled and disgusting you must look. His head ducked into the soft spot between your neck and shoulder and you felt him sob.

Despite the abuse he’d inflicted upon you in the last ten minutes, you nuzzled your cheek into the top of his head in an attempt to comfort him. And he let you… he hated himself for it and he hated you for making this all so hard for him.

“No… no, no, no,” he rose from the bed to set up your ring-light and laptop, ice running through your veins at the sight. Your mind couldn’t accept what was about to happen.

“I’m... I’m not letting you get away with this,” he shook his head and pulled at his hair as he finished setting everything up, “If you’re insisting on being a slut, you’ll be MY slut. And everyone will know…” he jerked your ankle to force you flat on your back.

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Maybe if he’d let the gag out of your mouth, you’d be able to tell him this was just a job to you. That it was clinical… that he was the only one who had ever been able to get you off, that his face was the only one you’d come on… that you needed the money since your parents had disowned you…

But you only laid there, accepting whatever he was going to dish out. You knew he was hurt. You weren’t stupid. You overlooked him while knowing how he felt about you. It took years of horrible one-night stands and countless frat parties pretending that whatever guy you’d picked that night was interesting for you to come to your senses. You hated yourself for being so blind for so long… You adored Tamaki, truly. And you hated yourself for all the times you’d hurt him… so you swallowed your fear and tried to prepare yourself for whatever came next.

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Any soft parts of Tamaki that you’d grown to love were gone, hardened by heartache and desperation. After angling the laptop to get the perfect shot, he started the live stream countdown. Subscribers started trickling in, commenting on how this was a pleasant surprise since it wasn’t one of your regularly scheduled streams. You shut your eyes to pretend this wasn’t real.

Without fanfare or warning, Tamaki ripped apart your thighs, exposing your bare slit. A raw shrill was pulled from your lungs, your back arching from the sting of an abrupt slap. Neurons fired off in your brain… were you in pain? Was it pleasure?

“Since my girlfriend likes to keep secrets from me, I can’t trust what comes out of her whore mouth,” he emphasized his point by stuffing his fingers past your lips, pushing the soaked silk further into your throat, “So she’s going to keep this gag right here until I can fuck the truth out of her,” he trailed his fingers along your reddened folds. Were you getting wet? Horror and shame blossomed in your chest. The fact that you were growing aroused wasn’t lost on Tamaki. His foreign, sadistic grin was back… aimed directly into your soul.

“So that’s what you like, huh?” His nails bit into your thighs leaving tiny crescents behind, “I’ve been too nice? Too soft?” He pushed your thighs impossibly wide, the stretch causing you to moan. He hovered over your core, onyx orbs blown wide with a mix of hate and lust. Tamaki looked like the devil himself and you wondered just how fucked up you were for wanting his punishment.

He opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue, never severing the desperate gaze you both shared, his intertwined with hunger, yours with fear. You’d never noticed how long and thick his tongue was and couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel caressing every ridge and crevice of your inner walls. He flattened the warm, wet muscle and pressed it along your slit. As he slowly slid it closer and closer to your burning clit, you whimpered and bucked your hips chasing the pleasure you knew he was capable of giving… but this was not your sweet boy and he wasn’t doing any of this for your pleasure.

He slung his arm over your lower stomach and growled into your drenched lips. You were pinned down, helpless against his torturous tongue. Fresh tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered how he’d let you pet him and buck into his face, how sweetly he’d ease you into a gentle release. Not this time… it was all teeth and sharp sucks, his tongue forcing you open violently. You were being shoved over a cliff and despite the horror and violence of what was happening to you. You were approaching an orgasmic state at record speed. Tamaki caught on and doubled down. The arm that wasn’t pinning you into the mattress pulled your leg down straight, your knee in a death grip. The new angle made the sensations even more intense. His face pressed harder into your core and you noticed that at some point, he’d started weeping, small sobs vibrating against your skin. The overwhelming mix of emotions and the vigor in which he was eating you shoved you over the edge.

He kept going along at the same speed with the same determination through your orgasm until it became painful. You pushed past it as best you could, allowing him to sob into your over-sensitive skin until he had his fill. As the pain started intermingling with pleasure, your legs shook and the gag couldn’t hold your screams back any longer. You released against his tongue once more, both of you sobbing. He laid against your thigh for what felt like an eternity before he lifted himself to lay on top of you, his hip bones digging into your soft thighs. You could feel the bulge through the thin material of his boxer briefs. Your hips rose to meet it, a pleading gesture filled with the desire to comfort and please him. Your eagerness encourages his mercy, there’s a meek cry that leaves your lips when the damp silk slips from between your teeth.

“Please baby… I’m so, so sorry I didn’t tell you…” your voice was as weak as a kitten’s cry and Tamaki couldn’t deny it made his heart (his dick) clench.

“Say it…” his lips were close enough to kiss, but you resisted… fearful of what he’d do if you did.

“Say what, Tama?” your eyes were wide with concern and confusion. You were desperate to please him.

He turned your face to the camera that you’d forgotten was there and the gravity of the situation crashed around you again. New tears leaked from your stinging eyes as Tamaki whispered into your ear.

“Say that you’re a lying whore…”

“I..I’m a lying whore…”

The last syllable broke as your abused throat grew accustomed to speaking again. He rewarded you with a soft kiss to your cheek and your eyes closed at the tender gesture. The familiar pain in your chest welled to the surface causing even more tears to escape.

“And tell everyone that you’re my own personal slut”

You repeated the phrase to the audience behind the screen and he hummed with approval, trailing one finger along your wet cheek.

“Good girl…” the praise sent shivers through your wrecked body.

“And tell them from now on, your boyfriend will be the only one making you come… that they only get to see you be HIS slut.”

You noticed the chat going absolutely haywire at your announcement. Before Tamaki shut your laptop, you realized you’d made three times as much as you’d ever made before and a twisted sense of accomplishment filled your cloudy mind.

“Please,” your voice came out in a croak, “Please untie me. I wanna make it up to you,” his clothed bulge was burning into your core and you could tell he was close to breaking.

“Please let me make you feel good. I’m so, so sorry,” the clench of your thighs around his waist made him whimper.

He reluctantly pulled away to sit on the foot of the bed. The way he curled in on himself hugging his knees made him appear so small, so fragile… a complete change from the man who’d just manhandled you into restraints.

“You’re a liar…” you almost didn’t hear the whisper, his face buried into his knees.

“Please!” you were losing feeling in your hands and all you wanted was to be free to comfort him.

His eyes met yours and it was your Tamaki again... Your sweet boy… the snarling, green beast that threatened to devour you was sleeping now after it reached its fill of violence. He crawled over your body and released your restraint. Before you even regained feeling in your hands, you wrapped your arms around him. You littered his collarbone with sweet kisses and apologetic sobs. He began to melt into your affectionate gestures and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him impossibly close. Wet lips met and your tongues fought against each other for dominance. Hips began to roll against each other, increasing pressure until you both gasped.

The violence was gone, but this was still not a gentle coupling like you’d been planning. Tamaki pulled away and freed his straining cock from his boxers. The skin-to-skin contact made your eyes roll back into your skull. You felt his long fingers grasp your throat, squeezing to remind you just how powerful they were. You shuddered in response, arching upward into his touch, chasing that high his dominance was giving you.

With one swift motion, Tamaki speared you onto his cock. With the minimal prep he’d given you, the stretch was agonizing. This was by far the largest cock you’d ever taken and it stole your breath from your aching lungs. You moaned earning a visceral reaction from the boy on top of you.

Tamaki stayed as still as he could. He refused to come so soon… not when he’d waited so long for this. He tightened his grip on your throat and tentatively rocked his hips into yours. It didn’t take long for it to progress into the most frantic love-making you’d ever experienced.

There was no other way to describe it, he was hate fucking you… biting and sucking your chest until blood bloomed under your skin… hammering into your sore, sticky cunt with total abandon… he was using you like a toy, taking out all his frustrations on your body.

It was ecstasy.

When his hips stuttered as he met his release, the spasms of his tip against your gummy walls sent you into a painful orgasm. You were spent and it seemed like he was too. Your fingers twitched over the crown of his head, wanting to run your fingers through his hair but too scared to initiate any contact with him. As if he could read your mind, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his head. You sighed and began carding through the tangles, gently undoing them. You felt a stream of tears running down your chest as you worked your fingers through his strands. Lifting his face gently, you met his teary gaze with your own.

“Don’t…” he drew in a shuddering breath, “ever lie to me like that again…” the monster behind his eyes stirred quietly, a malicious glint in his eye, before shifting back into your gentle boyfriend.

“Never, I swear to you, baby…” he lets you lift his chin gently to meet your lips. His eyes close and he sighs into your kiss. His muscles relax and when his eyes open again, his warm, adoring expression falls over your face. The hand that wanted to choke the life out of your eyes minutes ago now caresses your jaw tenderly,

“I trust you…” his lips turn up into a grin that’s just a little too wide, “Because you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?” his top lip brushed against your still trembling bottom lip…

“Y-yes…”

You were fucked. This whole situation was fucked up and you weren’t blind to the fact. But as Tamaki nuzzled into your neck placing soft kisses and whispering praises into your skin, you let yourself bask in the gentleness of the moment…

Because you were a smart girl and smart girls learn their lessons quickly...

#bnha #bnha smut #yandere tamaki #tamaki amajiki x reader #tamaki x y/n #tamaki amajiki #tw:dubcon #tw: noncon #tw: injury #tw: toxic relationship #tw: dark themes

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Heatwave

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: The air conditioning is out at the BAU, so things get very hot—in more ways than one. Category: Smut 18+ (penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie / minor breeding kink, sex in an elevator) Warnings: Sex, language (As always, if there’s anything I missed, please let me know what I should include in warnings! I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 3.7k

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"Oh, fuck, that's it!"

The exclamation nearly knocked Spencer off his feet. He would know her voice anywhere, so he didn't have to look to know that it was Y/N, but he looked anyway, sure enough spotting her on the opposite end of the bullpen, sorting through files at her desk.

If Hotch was any closer, he would have given her a warning look to signal his distaste for her swearing in the office, but his door was shut while he talked with someone so it never came.

"Wha—what did you find?" Spencer got out after clearing his throat to compose himself. It was bad enough he had already been distracted by her before, thinking about what it would be like to feel her hands weaved through his hair as she kissed him, but then she had to say that sentence of all things, slightly enhancing the fantasy.

It also didn't help that the air conditioning in the building was currently out, and in the middle of August. So when he looked up, he saw a low-cut, baby pink tank top with lace detailing on the hem, and a pulled-up hairdo that perfectly exposed her neck, which was currently glistening in a thin sheen of sweat. The way she leaned back in her chair, her legs crossed under a loose, knee-length floral skirt as she mulled over her file was giving him too many bad ideas, and it was a wonder he hadn't been caught or called out yet—everyone could always tell when he was thinking or off in his own world.

"Oh," Y/N said, briefly craning her head to meet his eyes. It took everything he had not to shudder when their gazes finally met. "I just misplaced one of my files, that's all. I was afraid I'd lost it. But it's right here," she said with a nervous laugh. "I didn't... bother you did I?"

"Oh! N—no, you didn't bother me at all, I... I was just wondering, that's all. I—I'm glad you found your file." He hated that he stumbled over his words, but when she looked at him like that, that sickeningly sweet kindness in her eyes that never wavered when she talked to him, he couldn't help it. She was easily the most intimidatingly angelic presence he'd ever met, in every capacity possible.

Even as she quickly frowned and shifted slightly in her chair, her eyes didn't lose that sparkle. But it was still evident that she was uncomfortable, so Spencer spoke again. "Are you okay?"

She set the file down on her desk and sat up straighter, bringing her back up off the chair as she uncrossed her legs. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just the heat. I hate it. I'm definitely more of a cold, rainy day-type of girl, I guess."

Odd, considering you're just about the warmest soul I've ever met, he thought. Even as she talked about her distaste for the heat, she kept her voice light and her eyes kind.

"Hmm," is all he said, shortly and barely loud enough for her to hear.

The rest of the day seemed to pass by rather quickly, which Spencer was thankful for; the longer the day moved forward, the hotter it got, and it proved to be more distracting than he wanted to admit.

But soon he would be able to go home and take a cold shower, for one thing to cool off, but for another to relieve some of this feeling Y/N had been making him feel. He tried really hard throughout the day not to look at her, but he always found himself drawn to her anyway, and each time it happened he thought of dirtier and dirtier things, scenarios that he was positive could only happen in his wildest dreams.

But as usual, things didn't seem to work in his favor today. Just as he and Y/N were about to get onto the elevator, Hotch walked by, calling to them. "Sorry to ask you guys of this, but could you stay another hour or two? There are more files I need to get sorted, and I know it's hot, so I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but it would be helpful if I had an extra set of hands."

Two more hours at most, he could manage that, right? And at least he'd have more files to keep him occupied, something to focus on.

Hotch sent them to the file room with a list of the files he needed, and then it was just the two of them, stepping onto the elevator and sealing their fate.

It wasn't four seconds after the elevator started moving that it stopped and the lights inside dimmed red.

"Wait, what's happening?" Y/N asked, slightly panicked.

Spencer was just as puzzled. "I... I'm not sure. Maybe it has something to do with the heat?"

About a minute passed before she sighed, shoving her phone in her bag. "Yeah. Just got a text from Garcia, the power in the building shut down so they could fix the air conditioning. It's gonna take like a half hour."

"A—A half hour? Really?" He tried not to show how nervous it made him, but truthfully he didn't think it would work.

Y/N sighed. "Yeah... It's... fine, though, I mean, maybe someone will try to get us out."

"But we're in between two floors..."

Another sigh. "And it's hot as hell in here. Great... So much for going home early."

Spencer snuck a glance over at her, almost immediately regretting it when he looked her over. Under the deep red glow of the emergency lights, she looked absolutely sinful. Her bag was dropped on the ground and she leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and pushing up her breasts. Her head was leaned back and her eyes closed as she took deep breaths, no doubt trying to stay as calm as one could be in this situation. He noticed every breath she took, her chest rising and falling and her skin glowing. And in that moment he embarrassingly felt something stir in his lower stomach, only made worse by the fact that it was, as she'd phrased it, 'hot as hell' in the elevator. He was hot and practically squirming as he stood there, ogling Y/N like she was the only woman he'd ever seen before.

As if it couldn't get any worse, she opened her eyes quickly and caught him staring at her chest. He didn't seem to notice because, well, his eyes were elsewhere, so she closed them once more and smirked to herself for the briefest of seconds, an idea striking her brain like a match.

She brought her arms to slowly un-cross and stretch outwards to her sides, arching her back and puffing out her chest as she gripped the rail of the elevator. The moment she opened her eyes, she saw that Spencer's head was directed pointedly to the floor. She smiled a little, keeping her arms stretched out across the rail as she took him in.

The first thing she took notice of was how his hair stuck to his face, wavy and damp with sweat. His fingers tapped against his legs, and that's what she looked at the longest. Every time his middle finger tapped the outside of his thigh, she imagined that he was doing it to her clit, and she could practically feel it throb to the slow, steady beat of his finger. Her hands gripped the rail tighter and she crossed her legs, contemplating whether or not she should take advantage of this moment to finally do something about this tension she'd been feeling between them for the past year and a half.

The truth is, she'd always had a crush on him since they started working together. But when she started her job at the BAU, he was... a little odd. Every time she would join in conversation, he'd made it a point to look almost inconvenienced by her presence. At first she had to wonder if maybe he just didn't like her. And if that was the case, she didn't want to make it worse by asking him about it, so she left it alone. But then she noticed how he was like that with everyone, and then over time he seemed to get better. Eventually he warmed up to her and the two of them became fast friends. He'd quickly transformed from a guy who always seemed annoyed with everyone and into the adorably shy, brilliant man everyone had told her he was when she first got the job.

Now there had been almost two years' worth of a different kind of tension between them, and in this moment in the elevator, Y/N wanted to do something about it. Or at least try.

She thought for a moment, trying to find the best way to bring it up. Should she be straightforward? You know, flat-out tell him that she's liked him for a long time and wanted to kiss his face off? Or did she want to have more fun with it? Because she admittedly loved seeing him get flustered every time he noticed her noticing him staring at her, but if he really didn't feel the same way, she didn't want to come on too strong and ruin this thing they'd built.

Ultimately, Y/N decided to try a little of both.

She cleared her throat to catch his attention. "Hey, Spence?"

When he looked up at her, his stomach flipped again. Fuck, she was just so breathtaking, her arms spread and her legs crossed like she was the queen of the elevator and he was trespassing just by being there. Her chin was tilted upwards, exposing more of her neck, and it almost made him fall over. "Y—Yeah?" he stammered quietly, trying and failing to sound calm.

"What should we do to pass the time? I'm bored."

If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn he she was suggesting they— No. There was no way. He'd been a total jerk to her when they first met, and even though they were much friendlier now, Spencer wasn't sure she could ever want to do anything like that with him.

Right?

"Um... I—I don't know. Your phone works, doesn't it? Do you, um... Do you have anything you could do there?"

She shrugged, tilting her head to the side. "Battery's almost dead, and I want to save it in case something happens and we get stuck in here for longer than thirty minutes... I was thinking, actually... We haven't really gotten to know each other that well, and maybe would play... like 20 Questions or something."

"Oh..." He swallowed, shifting on his feet and blinking. "Well, um... W—what do you want to know?"

"Hmm... Favorite color?" She knew it was purple, but she wanted to hear him talk. Get him comfortable.

"Purple. What's yours?"

She leaned forward off the rail a little, and Spencer swallowed again, suddenly feeling a burst of warmth through his body.

"Light pink," Y/N said softly, "like so light that it's almost white."

He glanced down at her chest again, only for a moment to take in her shirt, which he'd remembered was the same color.

She continued. "What's your favorite snack food?"

"Pretzels."

"Me, too. Hmm... Favorite candle scent?"

"Peppermint."

"Spearmint. Favorite Star Wars movie?"

"Return of the Jedi."

"A New Hope. Favorite sex position?"

"Doggy."

She didn't say another word.

He wasn't even aware of the situation until about five seconds later, when she raised an eyebrow at him and his whole world came crumbling down.

As he visibly struggled to find words, Y/N only continued in conversation. "That surprises me. I would have thought you'd be more of a cowgirl guy."

If the way her voice sounded when she talked to him was the handle, then the way her eyes bore into his own was the blade, both of them coming together to create the weapon that would be his ultimate demise. The only thing missing was that twist of the blade, the one that would make sure he was gone for good, and the moment she leaned completely off the railing and took a small step towards him, he realized that final ingredient was her touch. If she touched him, he was done for.

"Aren't you gonna ask me what mine is? That's how the game works."

There's no way she wasn't flirting with him... Right? He was never good at picking up on those kinds of things, but she was being so obvious about it, stepping closer and closer to him with her chest puffed out and her head tilted to the side to reveal her neck. She was inviting him in, right? Especially after asking him to ask her that question.

That question...

Right.

"Um..." Spencer swallowed before speaking, his voice barely discernible. "What's... y—your favorite sex position?"

"Doggy. Especially standing up," she said with what was most definitely a flirty smile. "Looks like you and I have quite a bit in common."

"Y—yeah, I guess we... do..."

By now she had him backed against the other side of the elevator, and as soon as he felt his back hit the rail, he swallowed again, bringing his hand up to the collar of his shirt to relieve some of the heat he was feeling.

It didn't work, unsurprisingly.

"Look, if... If I'm overstepping, you should tell me. But I've liked you for a long time, and I feel like I'd be dumb to waste the perfect opportunity to tell you... So... The elevator probably won't be fixed for another twenty minutes at least, and since we're already on the subject... Maybe we should find another way to pass the time?"

Spencer noticed that she was careful not to actually touch him unless he gave her the go-ahead, and if anything it made him want her even more. She was giving him an out, and he knew that if he told her 'no', she wouldn't push it.

But here she was, in all her beautiful, radiant glory, practically inviting him to indulge in some of his biggest fantasies, and he would have to be brain-dead to pass that up. Even if he was a little nervous.

He tried to give her permission in a way that didn't make himself come off as some obsessed admirer, a shaky, breathy laugh exhaling from his throat before he spoke. "Well, it's already hot as hell in here, so... What's a little more heat?"

At first he regretted saying it, scared it was stupid and most definitely a mood-killer, but the way she practically lunged at him completely washed away all the worries written in the sand. And when her body pressed firmly against his, her lips coming to capture his in the most burning kiss he'd ever had, the waves crashed even stronger, loud with searing desire as warm as the August sun.

Immediately he brought his hands to cradle her face, loving the way he almost engulfed her with their size. He moved his lips against hers eagerly as her hands worked at unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. She only got the first few done before pulling away, and despite the heat, Spencer felt cold without her pressed up against him.

It took a moment for him to realize what was happening, but when she suddenly turned them both around and bent forward, leaning out to grab the rail, he felt warm again.

She turned her head around to look at him with a smile through a bit bottom lip as she reached one of her hands under her skirt and slowly pulled her panties down. Almost as soon as they hit the floor, pooling around her ankles, she lifted the skirt up and revealed herself to him, slowly running her fingers through her pussy.

"It's all yours, Doctor Reid," she said lowly, spreading her legs as far as they could go with her panties still confining her ankles.

He hadn't even realized he'd undone his pants until they were at his feet and his dick was in his hand. How had she managed to have that great of an affect on him?

He promptly decided he didn't care how, as he stepped forward and brought himself up to her ass and ran the head of his cock through her pussy, briefly meeting her fingers as he did so. "Are you sure?" he asked. Because once he started, he wouldn't be able to stop. He already lost his mind just being in her presence, but being this close to her, fucking her in a broken elevator would surely hinder his ability to think about anything rationally, let alone at all.

"Fuck me, please," she all but begged, pushing herself back a little to encourage him. Either that or she was just desperate, though there was a good chance it was both.

In any case, that was all he needed, the trigger that set him off, and within seconds he was plunged deep inside her, the both of them softly moaning out at how it felt.

Spencer set a steady pace, his hands firmly gripping her waist as she pushed back to meet his every move. Each thrust forward was another twist of the blade that sealed his fate, only made more brutal by the pure filth that dripped from Y/N's lips, a symphony of long, drawn out moans and curses that sounded just as loving as they did pornographic.

When she bent forward even more, so much that he could see her hands outstretched on the rail, it gave him the deepest angle he could possibly be at, and she clenched herself around him, calling out his name.

"Fuck, Y/N, keep doing that," Spencer breathed out, shutting his eyes at the sensation.

He could hear her laugh a little. "That feel good, baby? Huh, you like when my pussy clings to you?"

Each word was fuel that quickened his pace inside of her, and joined with the way his hands were wrapped around her, the very tips of his fingers felt her stomach bulge at every snap of his hips. He spread his right hand across her lower stomach to feel it, groaning out as he did.

He didn't even realize he'd said his next words out loud, but after she groaned out and clenched around him tighter, he knew she'd heard and liked what he was saying.

"God, I wanna cum inside you so fucking bad..."

She turned her head again to see him as best as she could, doing the most to come off as desperate as she felt. "Fuck, Spence, do it, please, I want your cum inside me, please..."

A few more quick thrusts inside of her was enough to make her cum, her mouth open in a silent scream as she stopped moving back against him and just let him pound into her. He followed closely behind, brokenly moaning out her name as he stilled and pulsated inside of her.

"Ohh, that's it," she said to him with wonder as she stayed clamped tightly around him, trying to get every last drop. "Fuck, that feels so fucking good..."

In a moment of blind lust at her words, Spencer pulled out just until only the tip was inside, before quickly and deeply fucking into her once more, holding himself inside for about five seconds as she cried out. He repeated that so many times he couldn't keep count. Or maybe it was only two times, and he was just to drunk on her to notice. However long he did it for, they both relished in the feeling before they were both overstimulated and out of breath.

While any other time he would have loved to see his cum drip down her legs, since they were at work he decided to lift her panties up instead, relishing in the way she whimpered when they were on all the way. He made sure to pull them up tight, so she could feel his cum soak them as she stood upwards.

He scrambled to put his pants back on as she caught her breath, leaning against the wall of the elevator with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. He watched her intently as her hand drifted under her skirt and rubbed herself through her underwear, letting out whimpers and ragged breaths upon feeling what he'd done to her. The sweat that had just started to form on her body earlier due to the heat was now dripping down her neck and over her chest, and he was once again mesmerized by her.

"God, you're beautiful," he whispered aloud. Of course he'd meant to say it to himself in his head, but he wasn't thinking straight. She'd utterly wrecked him.

Y/N opened her eyes and smiled, taking him in as well. His hair was wild, all over the place and just as sexy as she'd found it before. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, no thanks to her, revealing a glistening chest and making her pussy throb once more, knowing what they'd just done and how... hot the whole situation was, for lack of a better term.

As if she needed a reminder, more of his cum seeped into the fabric of her underwear, warm and ever present, which made her bite her lip and sigh. "Yep... Doggy is definitely my favorite position."

"Especially standing up," he added, a small smile adorning his lips.

They laughed as the elevator lights came back on, and the weight of what they'd just done came crashing down as with it.

Y/N shuffled to the other side of the elevator to grab her back, almost gasping at the way his cum felt in her panties when she moved. She was afraid it would come out, but there was nothing she could do to stop it except for hope.

The two of them were quiet when the door opened and Garcia met them in the lobby.

"Oh, thank God! I feel so bad I didn't warn you in time before you got stuck in th— Your faces are all red, geez! Was it really that hot in there?"

Thankfully the heatwave gave them both an alibi.

"Y—Yeah," Spencer said with a nod, stepping out of the elevator. "That's twice now I've been stuck in an elevator, and I really wish it would stop happening."

The girls laughed as the three of them made their way to cooler air.

Spencer and Y/N fell in step behind their friend and shared a knowing look as the approached the file room.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #criminal minds #criminal minds smut #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid #criminal minds fanfiction

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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I absolutely love your fics!!! Thank you for sharing your talent with the world. If you're interested, do you think you could write a fic where Finn gets injured in a game against Tampa? O'Hara brothers ftw ♥️♥️♥️

Ohohohoho yes. It's 'missing your big brother so you write siblings' hours, and all of you are trapped in here with me. Combined with prompts for cubs hurt comfort/ poly love (@hi-im-phoenix) and distraction hurt/ comfort for AJ. Sorry about your manager <3 SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for bone inJuries

The crowd was roaring. Finn couldn’t catch his breath. His arm was on fire.

Something like a sob broke free in his chest, but he could do little more than hiccup in pain and fear from his place laying flat on his back atop the unforgiving ice. He couldn’t move his fingers. His elbow throbbed. Everything in between just hurt.

“—fuck is wrong with you?” an angry voice shouted, followed by a flash of blue and white shoving at the man whose late hit had left him suspended in shock. Finn didn’t know if it had been on purpose, but he didn’t really care anymore as a tear tracked down to his ear. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the bright lights overhead.

A hand cradled one side of his jaw, warm and clammy on his cold skin. “Talk to me, mon amour, what’s wrong?”

“Lo,” he croaked, swallowing hard. “I’m okay. ‘m okay, promise. I’m okay.”

“Out of my way!” The blue and white blob pushed closer before kneeling next to him. A helmet hit the ice, followed by a glove; heavy hands settled on his shoulders, and the one on his face disappeared. “Finn? Finn, look at me.”

Finn’s chest hitched once, twice, hard. His head was pounding, and everything hurt. He may have been able to reassure Logan, but he had never been able to hide from his brother. “Alex.”

“Hey, buddy,” he soothed as Finn finally regained enough breath to gasp around his tears. “No, no, shhh. You’re gonna be just fine, yeah? Can you tell me what happened?”

“Hurts,” he choked out, squeezing his eyes shut. The pain had reached his shoulder and every movement was agony. “It hurts, it hurts—Alex, it hurts.”

“What hurts?”

He could hear people calling for medics. His friends, his family. But Alex stayed right there next to him, holding his good hand and brushing his tears away. “My arm,” Finn said, feeling as pathetic as he ever had. “Alex, it hurts so bad.”

“Can you wiggle your fingers for me?” Finn sobbed again as he shook his head and saw the encouraging smile slide of Alex’s face. “That’s alright, buddy, just take some deep breaths.”

“I don’t wanna be out,” Finn blubbered. “I gotta play.”

Alex gave his hand a light squeeze. “It’s not that bad, Fish. Deep breaths.”

He managed a handful—and admittedly felt a little better—but the alarms in his head were still blaring when Remus arrived with the medic, all but carrying him across the ice to get to Finn. He had a smudge of a bruise beneath his eye, but the worry creasing his brow overtook anything else. “I’m good, Loops,” Finn panted as the medic sat next to him. “Totally cool.”

“28, I’m going to need you to make some room,” the medic ordered. Fear spiked in Finn’s heart when he met Alex’s gaze, but he found only determination looking back.

“I’m not leaving,” Alex said simply.

The medic glanced down. “Can you stand?”

“I think so?” Finn said hesitantly, trying to get cool air back into his lungs. “It’s—I think I broke my arm. Everything else is okay.”

“What’s your pain level?”

“Eight. And a half,” he added. Alex frowned.

“Let’s get you off this ice, yeah?” The medic patted him gently on the shoulder. “O’Hara, can you get him up?”

“Keep that one close,” Alex murmured, sliding his arm under Finn’s shoulders. He clenched his teeth around a cry of pain as his bad arm was jostled, but Alex was strong and steady, and within a few seconds he was on his feet. “Easy does it, bud. I’ve got you.”

“Fucking shit,” Finn wheezed as he tried to close his hand. The fear and adrenaline had faded, but involuntary tears sprang to his eyes anyway. Alex held him upright without faltering despite his wobbly legs; they made it to the bench in a blur of movement that made Finn dizzy.

“We can take him from here,” the medic said to Alex.

“I’ll be fine,” Finn said, cutting him off just as he opened his mouth. “Go play. Your boys need you.”

Alex pressed his lips together in obvious frustration, but tapped their helmets together and skated back to his own bench. Finn let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes for a moment. “O’Hara?”

“I’m good,” he assured the medic.

“If you feel like you need to throw up, let me know.”

“No. No, I’m good. Just hurts.”

He caught a glimpse of the clock as they headed down the tunnel—ten minutes left in the period. Finn steeled himself for a long stretch of being alone in a medical room and tried to focus on something over than the unbearable heat and throbbing in his arm.

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Leo traced the edge of the splint with a deep-set frown, but said nothing. His other thumb ran in gentle lines up and down Finn’s waist, kept there by Logan’s side pressing close. “You’re sure you’re alright?” Logan asked softly as he placed a kiss on the corner of Finn’s mouth.

“I promise.” They had barely traded ten words—both had shown up the second the game ended, stripping off their pads and skates in the entrance to the medical room before sandwiching Finn between them. Leo had been unusually quiet. They had won the game; from what Finn saw on the television in the corner of the room, Alex had reamed out the guy that hit Finn with a vengeance. Tampa had been disjointed, and the Lions swept in as a cohesive pack, out for blood.

“I was worried about you,” Leo said at last, resting his temple on Finn’s shoulder. He sighed, then shifted impossibly closer. “Couldn’t get through the crowd.”

“I thought Talker and Loops were gonna kill that guy after he hit you,” Logan said with a shake of his head. “Looks like Alex did it for him.”

“What, you didn’t get into your shining armor for me?” Finn teased, nuzzling his nose against Logan’s cheek to draw even a slight smile from him.

“Maybe next time.”

“No,” Leo mumbled, linking his fingers with Finn’s purple ones and lifting them to his lips for a brief kiss. It was a clean break, but would still take weeks to heal. Big blue eyes landed on him, melting his heart like they always did. “No ‘next times’, okay?”

“Aw, Knutty,” Finn said, barely above a whisper. He wrapped one arm around each of them and held them tight, soaking in the feeling of having both crushed against him. “I’m sorry I worried you.”

Logan tucked his face into Finn’s neck. “Nothing to be sorry for, mon rouge. We’re just glad you’re alright.”

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said from the door. Alex shifted his weight back and forth, twisting his baseball cap in his hands like he always did when he was nervous. Finn didn’t hesitate before extracting himself from the cuddle pile and crossing the room; Alex met him halfway and engulfed him in a hug. A shudder ran through him under Finn’s palms. “Jesus, Finn, you scared the hell out of me.”

“Sorry,” Finn mumbled into his hoodie, letting himself be cocooned by distilled safety. Even out of his skates, Alex had a good two inches on him, and he had always been the broader of the two—Finn suddenly felt about six years old, as if he had just skinned his knee on the sidewalk.

“What’s the diagnosis?”

“Closed break, clean fracture. I’ll be out for a month or two.” He stepped back and swiped a hand under his nose, then tilted his head toward Leo and Logan with a wry smile. “But I’ve got these two to look after me.”

Alex scanned his face for a moment; his mouth dipped on one side. “I called mom and dad, told ‘em you’re okay. You should tell them yourself, though. They were freaking out.”

“I will,” Finn promised.

The worry creasing his brow didn’t diminish as he wrapped Finn in his arms again, holding him tight. “Keep me updated, yeah? If I don’t hear from you, I’ll get the captain on your ass, and he won’t be as nice about it as I will.”

“Deal.”

“Knutty, Lo, drive safe. If he tries to pull some stupid shit, I’m counting on your survival skills to stop it.”

“Survival skills?” Leo half-laughed.

Alex pulled away and raised his eyebrows. “They don’t call me Hurricane O’Hara for nothing.”

His eyes flickered back to Finn, who was horrified to see slight redness around the rims despite the teasing in his voice. “Alex,” he said softly. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“I know.” His voice was gruff, but it poorly hid a sniffle as he bumped their foreheads together. “But I’m your brother. It’s my job to worry about you. I hate that one of my guys was at fault here.”

Finn tried for a smile, socking him on the arm. “Six weeks, and I’ll be good as new.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” With a final survey of his face and a kiss to the top of his head, Alex headed back out into the hall with his shoulders up near his ears. Finn sighed; he hated it when Alex was upset, and even more when there was nothing he could do to fix it except wait. He didn’t know what he’d do if one of his teammates broke his brother.

“Fish?” Leo was smiling when he turned around. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“What kind?”

“The kind where I pull out all the sob story pity points on Cap’s soft heart and get us babysitting privileges for his incredibly fluffy dog after three months of constant begging.”

Finn’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding.”

“Make sure you look extra sad when we leave,” Logan advised. “We can’t lose this opportunity because you were too perky about a broken arm.”

“Quick, someone make me cry.”

Leo’s grin turned to horror. “What?”

“No!” Logan said at the same time.

“You guys are killing me here,” Finn groaned. “Just, like, hit me in the arm or something.”

“No!” they shouted in unison.

“You said I need to look sad!”

“I meant pout and sigh!” Logan pulled him over by the hem of his shirt in clear distress. “You’ve already cried too much tonight. No more.”

“Alright,” Finn agreed, already wracking his brain for any smidgen of drama skills he might have acquired over the years. Younger siblings were always the best actors, of course—he had given some Oscar-worthy performances to his mom when Alex got on his nerves as a kid—but Sirius was tough to fool. Maybe if he stayed quiet and didn’t risk opening his mouth they would get away with it.

Leo let out a slow exhale against his chest and snuggled closer before standing. “Come on, darlin,” he said with a kiss to Finn’s forehead. “Let’s get you settled. We’ll take a shower, have some dinner, and then we can put a movie on.”

“Mighty Ducks?” Finn asked hopefully.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Of course.”

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