#if it's just fucking chess... I'll play chess...

[primarchslut]

ok i'll go back to editing gifs and shit after but i really do hope solomorne is more Normal (but still appealing of course) so more people can compare heinrix to him and realize heinrix only looks like a Normal romance option because hes so far only contrasted with marazhai who's Bucknuts Batshit Insane.

he flirts via playing chess with you, is willing to fuck in the shriekers den in commorragh, his final ultimate romance scene is him attempting to kill himself and you have to talk him down from it, he's horrible at conveying actual appreciation/praise so all of his compliments come off condescending (and some are, to be fair), gets embarrassed about potentially engaging in exhibitionism but still gets right in your face, he's actually angry and horny as hell but just represses it super bad, he was a troublemaker as a kid and almost got executed from it and tells that story like its an interesting tidbit from his college days, sometimes he gets so tense he twitches all over.

like, he's so Fucking Weird.

[elbiotipo]

At least when I was raised with Age of Empires II and Civilization III, we were all excited when maps got bigger, more detailed, more realistic. I was so excited to finally play big strategy in big maps with realistic logistics, terrain, all that. REMEMBER SCENARIO EDITORS? I REMEMBER SCENARIO EDITORS.

Then most strategy developers besides Paradox Interactive and a few others decide to make all maps tiny as fuck with huge buildings that look ugly, to make gameplay 'fast-paced' I think. And nowadays Paradox is hit and miss too.

There simply isn't something like Civilization IV that allowed to have your random map or multiplayer whatever, and also deep historical and fictional scenarios.

(I personally blame Starcraft and such that tried to make STRATEGY, of all things, be a competitive kind of genre)

[researchgate]

@labsbian2 posted about "dutch defense" andni was like "is that something Cruyff invented??" Then I realized it was chess and not soccer. The word defense is for war and sports 😭

[girltakovic]

i can consistently beat the 1200 level bots on chess.com but i get so nervous abt the idea of going to an in person chess club. like what if im secretly bad at chess lol

[100truedaily]

day 605 - hey chat another poll for ya

*ship*** content **only during june of this year ***used as a catch-all term, in reality im talking about whatever relationship i could see the people in this game having.

[frogdisco2021]

Laurent is such an emotionally repressed cunt he's like "nooooooo I didn't melt under the ministrations of the first man to ever touch me gently I was totally just faking it cause I'm such a master manipulator and I'm playing 5D chess with everyone including God himself I am NOT horny for this swarthy thicc thighed grass fed Italian adonis and I'm definitely not aroused by the fact he can rip metal grates out of walls with his bare hands. I am so not in love with the man that killed my brother it's crazy, you would not believe how not in love I am right now. Don't look at me I'll fucking kill you."

[keirareidss]

summertime girl - a.h

♡ summary: reader wears a sundress. hotch goes insane pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, reader wears a dress,slight description of readers body wc: 1.5k

The sun was out, the weather was hot, and the BAU was on vacation. They all had the day off so they were spending it at Rossi's mansion, in his backyard for a barbecue.

The smell of burgers, hot dogs, and summer wafted through the air. Rossi stood at the grill, swatting at anyone who tried to come too close to his precious meat with his spatula. Emily and JJ sat in folding chairs, drinks in hand, sunglasses on as they relaxed. Spencer sat cross legged on the grass, teaching Henry chess while Morgan sat on the porch with Hotch.

You... well you were definitely entertained. You and Jack were playing some made up game, a cross between tag, hide and seek, and the floor is lava. Currently, you were chasing him across the lawn, sandals left on the porch next to Aaron's chair for him to dutifully watch over. Your sundress flowed behind you in the wind, fluttering around your legs when you stopped. You caught up to Jack, wrapping your arms around him and laughing as the both of you tumbled to the ground. Your fingers danced along his sides, tickling him as he squirmed on top of you. You stopped, letting him rest as his giggles became more breathless.

"You've been caught. The tickle monster wins again!" You cheer as he smiled wide. He lets his head drop down to your shoulder, huffing out a breath, tired from all the activity. "You hungry bud?" You asked, rubbing his back gently. He nodded.

"Uh huh."

"I think Rossi's almost done at the grill. What do you want, burger or hot dog?"

"A hot dog!" Jack sits up on your stomach. You glance over, seeing Rossi start serving out burgers.

"Well, go get one before they're all gone." You smile and he climbs off of you, running over to Rossi. You lay on the grass, staring up at the sky and breathing in the fresh air for a few peaceful moments. Soon, a face appears above you. Your lovely boyfriend Aaron Hotchner.

"Having fun?" He asked, smiling down at you.

"Loads of it." You grinned. He holds out a hand to help you up and to take it gratefully. He pulled you to your feet, steadying you with a hand on your waist. "Mm, handsy today, Hotchner." You grinned at him.

"It's hard not to be when you're wearing that." He murmured lowly, leaning close so only you can hear him.

"You like it? I had you in mind when I picked it out."

"I love it. You look gorgeous. Are you hungry?" Sweet, sweet man.

"I could eat."

"Let's get you some food." He says, holding an arm out to guide you towards the grill. Once you pass him, Aaron spares a quick glance to make sure the others aren't watching before he plants a firm smack on your behind.

"Aaron!" You giggle, looking over your shoulder at him. He wears a smug grin as he follows you to the grill.

That fucking dress. He couldn't stand it. He hated it. He loved it. He loved the way it fluttered around your ankles. He loved the way it hugged your curves so well, accentuating your form. He loved the pattern, the length, the cut, everything. It was absolutely perfect. And he despised it.

He watched from the porch, where Morgans chatter was drowned out into nonsense, as you chased his son around the yard. He felt like a perv for staring but he absolutely couldn't help it. When you and Jack toppled to the ground, his jaw clenched at the way the hem off your dress rucked further up your thighs. The wind blew it up high enough that, if he were close enough, he might be able to see your panties.

"Yo, are you listening?" Morgan's voice cut through his thoughts.

"Yes."

"What'd I just say?" Derek asks, but luckily Hotch is saved by Rossi's voice calling out.

"You two! Burgers or hot dogs?"

"Burger for me!"

"I'll have the same." Hotch agrees. He watches Jack get off of you and run towards the grill, faintly hearing him say 'can I have a hot dog please?'. Hotch gets up, making his way over to you. You look angelic, laying on the ground, hair splayed out around your head, your chest rising and falling softly. He helped you up and you went to get burgers from Rossi, the team all sitting down to eat together. A few bites in, you stood up from the table.

"I'm gonna run and get napkins, does anyone need anything?" You asked politely. They all declined so you headed inside. You were searching Rossi's kitchen to find some extra napkins when you heard the door open. You turned to find Aaron entering the house, the door swinging shut behind him, blocking the others from seeing or hearing the two of you. "Hey, what do you need?"

"You." He said huskily, striding over to you, pushing you against the island and capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His hands grip your waist, yours moving to wrap around his neck. "You look so beautiful." He trails his kisses down your neck, sucking a patch of skin between his teeth and biting down. You let out a small gasp as he leaves a mark on your neck. His lips trail further down to your chest, pressing firm kisses onto the skin of your breasts. He brushes the hair off your other shoulder, moving to that side to press kisses to the other parts neck.

"Aaron," You say breathlessly.

"Shh. Now, turn around and bend over." He murmurs into your ear. You turn, pressing your hips against the counter as you lean onto it. "So pretty." Aaron hums, his hands gathering the fabric of your dress, lifting it up. He rucks it up your body until its collected above the curve of your ass. The hand that's not holding your dress up starts undoing his belt buckle. He unzips his pants, pulling them and his boxers just low enough to free his cock. He pulls down your pretty lacy panties, his eyes landing on the slick between your legs. You're already wet for him. He moves forward, holding his hand under your chin. "Spit." He orders. You comply, spitting into his hand. He moves his hand back down, slowly pumping himself.

"Aaron, please." You whined, pushing your hips back towards him.

"Be patient, honey." He grabs your hips, slowly inserting himself into you. You let out a moan as he sheaths himself inside you, pausing to let you adjust to his length. "Shh. Don't want to get caught, do you?" Aaron teases. "We have to be quick, sweetheart, or else they'll come looking for us." He starts moving, pulling himself nearly out of you before slamming back in. You moan again and his brings his hand back to your mouth, muffling your moans. He keeps a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, pressing you against the counter. He lets out a few low groans, stifling the louder ones through clenched teeth. His hand pushes your dress further up your back as he fucks you against the counter.

"So good for me. So, so pretty." Aaron grunts, quickening his pace. You moan out against his hand, yours coming up to pull it away from your mouth.

"I'm close. 'M so close, Aaron." You whined, the symphony of skin slapping against skin, the scent of arousal encasing your words.

"Me too. Almost there, honey." He fucks into you harder and faster, sweat dripping down his brow. He leans down, kissing you sweat slicked spine, his hand trailing down your side, feeling your soft skin under his fingers. His grips your ass harshly.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna-" You cut yourself off, moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you. Aaron follows soon after, his upper body collapsing onto yours with a grunt. He kisses behind your ear before standing, tucking himself back into his pants. He pulls your panties back up, snapping the elastic waistband against your skin teasingly. He pulls your dress back down, fixing it so it sits nicely. He spins you around by your waist, checking you over.

"How do I look?"

"Ravishing. How do you feel?"

"Ravished." You grinned, slipping past him on wobbly legs to find your purse. You pull out your compact concealer, covering up the fresh hickeys on your neck and chest. You meet Hotch's gaze over the top of your compact and notice the smug look on his face. "You are something else Mr. Hotchner." You shake your head smiling. You flick the compact shut and drop it back into your purse, taking his hand. You walk back out of the house together, heading back over to where the team was eating. Derek looks up, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Hey, where are the napkins?"

a/n: this it my first time writing smut, what do we think? I have a lot more planned so stay tuned! let me know if you think I should start a tag list or something :)

[reidsmanuscript]

Seven Seconds

Summary: when Katie Jacob's gets abducted in a Mall, setting the clock for the BAU, who needs a legal favor, and it's been a year since the A.D.A. has know anything about Spencer Reid. Pairing: Spencer Reid x lawyer!reader Genre: pinning, SLOW BURN, maybe right moment?, angst bc i love angst wc: 4.6k! (i know so small comparing to part 1 bear with me) TW: cm canon typical violence, set in 05x3 "Seven seconds" (obviously lol), sexual violence, implied reader's dark past, glimpses of female rage. A/N: my idea for the serie is be taylor jenkins reid and have you question if lawyer reader exists or not (delusional bitch), english is not my first language and let's pretend it's proofread part I - part II - part III - part IV - masterlist

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Spencer sat on the park bench reading a book while playing chess with Ethan, brilliant kid for his age and good opponent, not good enough though because when he cheered “I see checkmate in 5, What do you see?” It took Spencer one glance to calculate all the movements necessary.

“I see it in 3” he answered looking at his book again, the kid turned around the board and moved the pieces

“We've missed you out here” he said, staring at the board amazed.

“Thanks. I, uh, I had to take a little break”

“How come?” His hands froze on the book for a second before closing it.

Spencer had been clean for over a year now, it was 14 months and 2 weeks ago that he had freaked out after noticing his stash of Dialud was gone along with his needle. Where could he find more? Who knew about his addiction? Where was his stash? Who the fuck is Dr. Fitzgerald? Did you report him?

His first instinct was confronting you, given that you were the only person who found out his drugs that he knew, the first days he was a complete paranoid, he jumped every time Hotch called his name, or that Gideon looked at him a little too long.

At the end of the week he was thinking where he could find more, and when that thought scared him, he called the number of the card you had left in the same pocket his drugs used to be.

“Hello this is Dr. Fitzgerald” said a calm voice, it was 10 p.m. so there was a higher chance of going to voicemail, but he got an answer and the tremor of his hands got a little worse. Was it the anxiety or the withdrawal?

“Umm hello.. this is.. Dr.. this is Spencer Reid and someon-""I've been waiting for your call Dr Reid” the other line interrupted, he froze for a second.

“I used to play with a co-worker friend of mine. He's probably the best mind I ever went up against. One day, he just decided that he didn't want to play anymore.”

Fast forward, she helped him get clean and stay clean after Gideon left, getting tested regularly, and gave him the contact of the help group of FBI addicts. He was better, he was alive.

“So you gave up, too?”

“Just the opposite. I attempted to play Through every permutation of moves on a chessboard.”

“That's an infinite number of games.”

“It's not infinite. It's just- it's exponentially large.”

“You couldn't have played through them all.”

“There's an average of 40 moves per chess game, And I'll tell you something– the more I played, The more I realized that every single match every single chess game, Is really just a simple variation on the exact same theme. You know? It's aggressive opening, Patient mid-game, inevitable checkmate, And I realized why my friend quit. He was tired of repeating the same patterns And expecting a different outcome.”

“That's because you haven't come up on Fridays or Mondays in a while” the way his eyebrows went up along his voice tone made him feel like he knew something that he didn't.

His eyebrows furrowed “What do you mean?”

“There's this great player who comes around those days, she even brings the best pastries, and her games is similar to yours, always two or three moves ahead, she always beats everyone here… i think her boyfriend called her Buzz or something like that, like the Toy Story character”

“Buzz?… i don't really remember anyone with that nickname”

“It’s probably not that one but you don't know her because she started coming like 8 months ago.. I'm sure you have a lifetime of chess strategy in your head that you're just sitting on, but when you meet her?” He made a dramatic pause “You'll have to play it.”

He glances at his watch to realize his 15 minute break is coming to an end. “I still use it. I just, uh... I apply it differently. I have to go. It's good seeing you.”

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That evening, the BAU was called in for a local case—a little girl, Katie, had been kidnapped from a busy mall. A week earlier, another girl had been taken from the same location and found dead hours later. Now, they were all racing against the clock.

Katie’s parents were desperate. As any parents would be in this situation, right? But when Hotch asked the father if either of them was having an affair—a routine question in abductions—the man took offense. Deep offense. So much so that he refused to let the FBI search their house.

Now, what kind of parent refuses to help the police find their missing child?

In a small surveillance room, Morgan and Reid sat with Garcia, who was visibly frustrated by the mall’s ancient security system. They were surrounded by screens displaying grainy footage from different angles—well, almost every angle. They had a single glimpse of Katie in one video, and then, seven seconds later, she was gone.

JJ and Prentiss were with the mother, aunt, and uncle, trying to get a read on the family dynamic. Meanwhile, Morgan and Reid had conducted a cognitive interview with Katie’s cousin. It had led nowhere.

“The family has refused permission to search the house,” Hotch announced as he stepped into the room.

“What do you mean they denied?” Morgan’s frustration was evident. “Your only child goes missing, and you refuse to collaborate?”

No one disagreed. They were all thinking the same thing.

“The cousin didn’t say much,” Reid added. “He was too distracted in the game room to notice anything.”

Hotch exhaled sharply. “I’ll speak to the detectives, see if we can get a warrant.” His tone was firm, but they all knew time wasn’t on their side.

Garcia adjusted her glasses. “Sir, I mean this in the best way possible, but it’s almost 8 p.m. I don’t think-”

“I’ll handle it,” Morgan interrupted.

All Reid and Garcia turned to him with identical looks. What do you mean you will handle it?

Hotch’s eyebrows furrowed, but after a moment, he gave a small nod and walked away. Morgan was already pulling out his phone.

“I have a contact,” he explained, dialing.

He put the phone on speaker. It rang once. Twice. On the third ring, a voice answered—sharp, direct, and all business.

“A.D.A. Woodvale.”

Reid went rigid.

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It was late in the office; most people had already gone home, including your assistant Molly. All but Austin, who was still there because he had a lead on one of your cases. You knew he was still hanging around because, over a year ago, when someone had snuck into your office to harm you, you’d become a little paranoid. You’d gotten better, but Austin insisted on keeping you company, especially since your car was in the mechanic’s.

You were reviewing a legal brief, pen in hand, skimming the margins to jot down notes when the desk phone rang. Without looking up, you hit the speaker button with the tip of the pen.

“A.D.A. Woodvale.”

There was a beat of silence before a familiar voice cut in—smooth, direct, urgent.

Morgan called your name “Hey. We need a warrant. Fast.” You blinked, setting the pen down.

Reid and Garcia exchanged glances as Morgan jumped in without hesitation.

“Katie Jacobs. Eight years old. Abducted from a mall earlier tonight,” Morgan started, all business. “Another girl was taken from the same place a week ago—she was found dead hours later. We’re working against the clock.”

You frowned, swirling the pen, going through the multiple scenarios. You had heard about last week’s case, and how slow the police had moved back then.

“We’ve got mall surveillance footage,” Morgan pressed. “At first, we thought she just vanished, but Garcia finally pulled something from one of the side corridors. Katie wasn’t taken by force—she was walking calmly with someone.”

Your fingers tightened slightly around her pen. “Someone she knows.”

“Exactly,” Morgan confirmed. “That narrows it down to family or close acquaintances.” They all shared a silent thought. Family.

We know they’re hiding something,” Morgan corrected. “We just don’t have the probable cause to kick the door down.”

Garcia watched as Morgan paced slightly, his tone firm but urgent.

“That’s thin, Morgan,” Your voice came through the speaker, steady and unyielding.

“We don’t have time for airtight,” Morgan countered.

Your jaw tightened. “You don’t have time for me to get laughed out of a judge’s office, either. Refusing a search isn’t a crime, and suspicion alone doesn’t cut it. I need more.” You understood where the suspicious came from, how are you supposed to help them if they had nothing?

There was a pause. A beat of silence. Then, another voice—one you hadn’t heard in over a year.

“99% of abducted children who are killed due within the first 24 hours” He cleared his throat, willing his voice to stay even. Spencer Reid. “75% within the first 3 hours, and what only law enforcement knows is Jessica Davis joined the 44% of children who are abducted and killed within the first hour. We’re already past the three-hour mark. If we don’t act now, statistically speaking—”

“The likelihood of recovery drops exponentially,” You sighed, already standing up, ignoring how his voice sounded. So different. So… clean.

Your gaze flicked to the clock. 8:06 p.m. Damn it.

You grabbed a blank warrant form from her drawer and reached for a pen. “Send me the address and everything else you have. Give me 20 minutes.”

Click. You didn’t have time for goodbyes.

Austin raised an eyebrow from his seat. “Guess you’re not going home anytime soon.”

You didn’t look up as you started writing. “I never was.”

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The courthouse was mostly deserted at this hour. The fluorescent lights hummed quietly, and the stillness of the evening was only interrupted by the sharp click of your heels on the polished floors followed by Austin’s boots toward the judge’s chambers.

“You sure you don’t want me to take this one? Sweet-talk her maybe?” he teased.

You shot him a look. “You think Judge Holloway is the type to be charmed? Plus, you’re a private investigator, not a lawyer.”  

“She’s not gonna like you showing up this late.”  

You didn’t miss a beat. “If she’s still up, she’ll make time for this.”  

Taking a steadying breath as you stopped in front of the door, you quickly ran through your notes, making sure you had every detail in order. Then, without hesitation, you pushed through the heavy wooden doors of Judge Evelyn Holloway’s chambers.  

Inside, the judge barely glanced up from her paperwork. “You have two minutes, Woodvale.”

Stepping forward, you set the warrant request on the desk. “Your Honor, I apologize for the late hour, but we have a child abduction case we’re working against the clock. A young girl, Katie Jacobs, was taken from a mall over three hours ago. We’ve obtained surveillance footage showing her walking with an individual—someone she likely knows. We believe the family is withholding information, and they’ve refused to allow us to search the residence.”

The judge narrowed his eyes, folding her hands on the desk. “And what do you propose I do about it? What evidence do you have to warrant a search?”

You kept your voice steady. “We have footage of the girl with someone who wasn’t a stranger, Your Honor. The parents are refusing cooperation, and the father was evasive when asked about possible affairs, which raises red flags about his involvement.”

Holloway sighed, leaning back in her chair. “That’s thin.” You were ready for that.

“I have the full footage from the mall security, including a timestamp showing the precise time the girl went missing. She is last seen walking calmly with someone she knows, most likely family.”

There was a brief pause, and for a second, you thought you were about to lose her. So you pulled Reid’s words from memory, adjusting them just enough to make them your own.

“Time is working against us. Statistics show that 99% of abducted children who are murdered lose their lives within the first 24 hours 75% within just the first three. And only law enforcement-”

She cut you off with a raised hand, signaling you to stop.

The judge exhaled through her nose, it was late and you were rambling about statistics and you knew she wanted you out as soon as possible when you started citing numbers. So pushing himself out of her chair with a slight groan. “Fine. Get me the paperwork. I’ll sign it—but you better have your ducks in a row.”

You nodded, her demeanor unflinching. “Thank you, Your Honor.”

As you turned to leave, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the hours ahead of you. But you were used to this—fighting against the clock.

“Let’s move,” motioning to Austin. He gave you a small nod. “You got it.”

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Exactly 15 minutes after the call, 5 minutes earlier than promised, Morgan’s phone rang. He answered it without even looking. 

"You got your warrant. I'll meet you there," Alex’s voice came through, crisp and businesslike, just as expected.

Morgan exhaled, his relief barely hidden. "Thank you, Woody."

He paused for a moment before adding, "I owe you one," then hung up, turning to Reid.

“Tell Hotch we’re heading to the Jacobs’ house,” he instructed, already moving toward the door.

Spencer had been timing her. It wasn’t the first time he'd gotten caught up in the tense waiting game of law and order, but the pressure of it had a different weight today. The memory of your voice, clear and resolute, echoed in his mind, sharper than before.

For Reid, part of getting clean wasn't just the physical withdrawal—it was the emotional weight of confronting his mistakes. The memory of how he'd lashed out at you a year ago still haunted him. How could he have been so cruel? The hurt in your eyes, the way he dismissed you, the way it all spiraled… it wasn’t just the drugs that had made him say those things. And the fury he saw when you looked at him, Dialuid in hand, how you looked like a timing bomb when he was trying to see if he could talk to you, the tension in your shoulders, the lock in your jaw, the grip on the file. He’d been battling so much more since then, in his mind, you saved his life by doing what he couldn't do.

He’d rather die than relive that moment again, than say those things. And yet, here he was, standing in the middle of another chaotic case, still carrying that guilt with him. He stayed behind Morgan for just a beat before pushing down his feelings and moving quickly. 

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The engine of Austin's bike rumbled to a stop as they pulled up in front of the house, where Morgan and Reid were standing in front of the black SUV. You slid off the back with practiced ease, taking off the helmet and letting your hair fall loose.

Austin followed your lead, taking his helmet off with a groan. “So, what exactly are we looking for?”

You shot him a quick, sidelong glance, handing him the helmet, keeping your expression flat knowing he’s about to be a drama queen. “You’re not coming inside. The warrant’s for FBI and police only. Not P.I.s included”

Austin paused, a mock pout crossing his face. “Excuse me? I just got you here, through all that traffic, risking myself to get a speeding ticket and now I don’t get to search? This is the second time in the night that you P.I. shaming me. Do you hate me?”

“If I hated you I wouldn’t have bailed your ass out of jail… twice” you remark the last part. He had a talent for sticking his foot where he shouldn’t be, maybe that’s what makes him good at his job.

“You act like you wouldn’t do it a third time” he was mocking, but he was right, something you would never admit to him. 

You start walking to the house “Mhm.” you hum rolling your eyes, heading towards where Morgan and Reid were. 

You didn't expect him to be there, or maybe you did, maybe you wanted to see him and know what had happened to him since the last time you saw him. They were looking at you, Morgan with a curious already-profiling-you stare, while Reid expression was more… cautious. He looked so different, his cheekbones were prominent in an attractive way and not sickly, he had put on some healthy weight and was not fidgety. You were not mad anymore, because of course at the moment the hurt had turned into rage like it always does for you, but it was more because of phantoms than anything else. 

“Got your golden ticket” you said, avoiding Reid’s gaze as you pulled the warrant from the inner pocket of your gray coat and swung it toward them.

Morgan nodded “You staying?” He gestured with his head to Austin who was leaving.

“I have to make sure you find something, otherwise the judge will have my head for this,” you said dryly, shrugging as though the threat didn’t bother you, but there was a flicker of seriousness behind your words. You were only talking to him, which felt rude because Reid’s stare was locked in your profile. 

Reid was thinking how pretty you looked, how the black vest suited you, and he couldn’t ignore the fact you had changed your brown bag to a black one that looked nothing like his. Your white shirt and gray coat gave you an older, wiser look, but as Reid analyzed your features, he realized he didn’t even know how old you were. You couldn’t be older than him. Serious, sharp, and young... How was it possible for someone that young to be the A.D.A.?

Reid’s mind couldn’t let go of the numbers. The average age of an Assistant District Attorney in the U.S. is 36. You couldn’t be older than 25, and yet you were already in that position.

You glanced at him for a moment before stepping inside the house, feeling the weight of his stare. The look made him snap out of his trance-like state, and of course, his eidetic memory hated him, because for that brief second, he remembered how you had looked at him a year ago.

Morgan nodded and thanked you again before he and Reid walked into the house. You left the warrant on the hall table with a deliberate touch, your fingers lingering for just a moment—as if to remind yourself that you weren’t entirely done with this.

“Somebody lit a fire last night,” you heard Reid say.

“Well, there are dirty dishes for three in the kitchen, so they eat together as a family.” Morgan’s voice carried from the other room as they moved through the house, taking in the details.

If Katie was in danger, the signs wouldn’t be in plain sight. You had to look where they hid—where children kept their secrets. Their bedrooms.

“Hey, my favorite movie from when I was a kid.” Reid held up a DVD, turning it in his hands before pulling it from the player just as you passed by him, tugging on latex gloves before heading upstairs, you did feel a little guilty for not even looking or talking to him, but it was something you did unconsciously. 

“So they watch movies together, too,” Morgan mused. They were starting to build a picture of the family’s dynamic.

“By a fireplace in a house that’s straight out of a catalog,” Reid added. “Norman Rockwell couldn’t have painted this any cozier.”

“That’s what worries me.” There was weight in Morgan’s voice. A tension that sat between them.

Upstairs, you searched through the rooms with careful precision.

When you first became a lawyer, you made a promise—never ignore a sign. Since then, you have gone further. You didn’t just refuse to ignore them; you searched for them. Hollow eyes. Unexplained bruises. Small bloodstains. You looked for them in teenagers, in young adults, in the elderly. But nothing—nothing—was more painful than a child who couldn’t speak up.

Because they were small. Because someone older, someone stronger, was hurting them. There's nothing more hurtful than not being able to speak out, to say something and stand up for yourself. Except when someone did—someone saw the bruises, the fear, the signs—and they looked away deliberately. Because a child’s pain was inconvenient. Because it came with a mountain of paperwork no one wanted to touch.

You had spent your whole life making sure you never looked away.

That’s why you were hunched over the small desk in Katie’s bedroom, flipping through her drawings when Morgan and Reid entered the room. They started searching, their movements efficient and methodical.

“Katie’s been wetting her bed,” Reid said as he lifted the duvet, inspecting the mattress beneath it.

“A lot of six-year-olds do. Could be bad dreams,” Morgan replied, crouching beside you as he sifted through a pile of toys.

You considered that possibility—it was perfectly logical. In a perfect world.

“Some kids won’t get up at night because they’re afraid of the dark,” Reid added, his tone careful. Almost knowing.

“Or it could be a lot more complex than that.”

Morgan had found a doll. Not a Barbie missing a shoe or one that had simply been played with too much. No—this doll was different.

Its hair had been hacked off, jagged strands sticking out unevenly. Red marker smeared across its face like smeared blood. Its clothes were yanked askew, twisted, and wrong.

“Most girls covet their dolls like an extension of themselves.” He took the doll in his hands like it was made of fine glass. 

“Reid, I know these signs-— acting out on her toys, wetting the bed. She's obviously covering up something about that necklace.”

“And her cousin might be holding something back.”

“Well, this looks more like a man than a boy to me,” you said, holding up a drawing of a tall, shadowy figure towering over a small, crying child.

Morgan took it from your hands, his expression hardening as he analyzed the image.

“Psychology says drawing is a child’s way of channeling their inner world. Look at the strokes—how harsh they are,” you pointed to the dark, jagged lines forming the tall figure, then traced your finger over the smaller one. “And this looks like Katie to me. She forgot to draw the hands, which means she feels powerless… helpless.” 

Morgan took his phone out, dialing up “Hotch, we think Katie’s being molested,” Morgan said, his voice clipped. “And we both know the odds.”

A brief silence. Then Hotch’s response, firm and certain. “Most likely by someone under the same roof.”

He hung up, and both men started toward the door, their movements brisk with purpose. But you stayed behind for a moment, rooted in place, taking in the scene. Trying to quiet the distant sirens that echoed in your mind, the same ones always shouting when you were face to face with these situations. A loud pause—maybe out of respect for Katie and her pain, for everything she had been forced to endure.

From the doorway, Spencer glanced back. The dim light from the hallway cast your figure in stark contrast, outlining you in shadow—your form dark against the soft glow of the room. He couldn’t see your expression, couldn’t read your face. He focused on the way your hands curled into fists at your sides, the tight set of your shoulders.

And he wished—just for a second—that he could see more.

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You stood outside, leaning against the wall, arms crossed tightly over your chest. By your side were Morgan, Jeremy, Katie’s cousin, and Reid.

Turns out, Katie’s uncle, Richard, was her abuser. A disgusting son of a bitch who deserved to rot in hell. And you were going to make sure he did. He had destroyed Katie’s childhood, probably more than just hers, shattering an entire family in the process. His own son, standing right next to you, was collateral damage he clearly hadn’t spared a thought for. And then there was his wife. The woman who had chosen to look away. Who had taken Katie and nearly gotten her killed, all for the pathetic, desperate hope that it would somehow stop her husband from creeping into little bedrooms at night. She deserved the same hell he did.

A stretcher rolled past, Katie’s small frame barely visible beneath the blankets as the paramedics guided her into the ambulance. Her mother clutched her tiny hand, whispering something—words meant to soothe, to promise safety.

A young voice cut through the air. “I heard her call my mom’s name. That’s what I remembered before.”

You closed your eyes, your mind already racing ahead. Your attorney brain was piecing it together, sketching out the battle that was coming. If the kid had heard it, that made him a witness to the abduction. His own mother had committed the crime against her niece. And God only knew what else he had seen—what else had been happening in that house—without fully understanding it.

“We get it, kid. That’s your mom,” Morgan said, his voice steady. But you knew the truth: if Jeremy could barely say those words to them, getting him to the stand in front of a jury would be another fight entirely.

The boy shifted on his feet, staring at the ambulance. “What’s gonna happen to me now?”

If God existed, He had already been too cruel. He had let all of this happen. And you knew how these things worked—knew there was a very real chance that Katie’s parents, burdened with their own grief, would resent Jeremy by association. That they wouldn’t take him in. That he would be swallowed by the foster system.

You wouldn’t let that happen.

The sirens blared outside the mall, cutting through the air with urgency, but it was the ones inside your mind that were louder—screaming in the same rhythm, as if they were one and the same. Distant and deafening, they filled every corner of your head, drowning out everything but the grim reality unfolding before you.

“I don’t know, Jeremy,” Reid answered, his voice gentle. “But we’re gonna make sure you’re alright, okay?”

Jeremy didn’t look at him. His eyes stayed fixed on the ambulance. “Is Katie gonna be all right?”

You wished—desperately, violently—that you could tell him yes. That you could say it with certainty and make it true. But how could you give him something you didn’t have?

“She will, eventually,” Morgan said, his voice firm.

You exhaled sharply. The words made your skin crawl.

“Is she?” The question slipped from your lips before you could stop it—low, bitter, nearly spat out under your breath. Just quiet enough that the kid wouldn’t hear. Just loud enough that Morgan did.

Before he could respond, you were already moving.

Your feet carried you toward the police car, toward the sick, selfish bastard they were shoving into the backseat. Your hand shot out, slamming the door closed—harder than necessary, just enough that it cracked against Richard’s face.

Morgan watched. So did Spencer.

And for the first time, he realized just how much of a puzzle you really were.

Partially because, throughout all of this, you hadn’t looked at him once. Not when he entered the room, not when he spoke, not even now, standing just a few feet away.

Partially because your eyes, when he finally caught a glimpse of them, were full of something he rarely saw outside of a case like this. Pure, undiluted rage.

Not just anger. Not just frustration. Something deeper. Something personal.

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[swaqcenix]

Taste of Love & Blood | N. Romanoff ༺

vampire!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: When your friend's convince you to head to a club for a night out, who knew you'd take a liking to the hot red head serving the drinks on all hallows' eve? Shared jokes of her even being a blood-sucking vampire spun in the air. Something about her seems like a rose that you needed to prick your finger on & something about you smelt ever so sweet, she needed a taste. After all, all's fair in love & war.

Warnings: 18+, alcohol use, a lot of smut, blood kink, human!reader x vampire!natasha, neck biting, age gap, thigh riding, fingering, anal, dom!natasha, sub!reader, dry humping, overstimulation, dacryphilia, squirting, dark!natasha (?)

Pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, vampire!natasha x human!fem reader, partially forbidden, age gap, dark!natasha (if you squint at the end)

Word Count: 4.9K

DC: cafekitsune

AN: Something about vampire Natasha sends me feral, so I had to write about her. On my knees for this Natasha (literally.)

The sound of a shot being slid over to you rang out your train of thoughts bringing your distant mind back within reality and the four walls of the club. Well, you say club but it's more like a place for the fucking rich.

Glancing over at Carol you arched a singular eyebrow and was received with a hum followed by a shrug. Hallows' eve & you were sat in what felt like a bar suited for expensive attire with yourself looking out of place now.

"Loosen up, Y/N. It's Hallows' eve and you're sat there looking like some witch or vampire is going to shoot into the place at any given moment," her voice teased lightly causing you to roll your eyes.

Instead of a response, you lifted the shot glass to your plump lips and threw it back. The all too familiar burn turned down the volume on your thoughts. It was like a thorn bush, prickling at your throat but irresistible to the touch.

Carol let out a choked laugh to which you responded back with the instant reaction of simply giving the finger. You were after all quite notoriously renowned for being one of the best at taking shot's of the friend group.

"I'm aware it's practically Halloween, but come on? I feel so outta place in comparison to this damn building. You guys didn't tell me it was going to be so.. posh," you retorted eyeing them.

Kate, the youngest of the group just sighed and her eyes ended up drifting to a woman at the bar ogling at the sight. She was quite an adventurous kind of girl, as Kate tended to have relationships all over the place-having the track record for one night stands out of all of you.

"Listen, why don't we play a game. See who can pull that lady over there because lord god she's something else," Wanda interjected.

Scoffing you shook your head not interested in their little games. You hadn't even paid the woman a glance yet. Shyness wasn't exactly the key to your issue, it was more you were afraid of stepping into the territory of one night stands & hooking up with anyone. Your record of ex's hardly played a very up-hand test in this given their own game's of chess.

They each agreed with Wanda's idea of fun and while somehow the idea did intrigue you, you also didn't want to indulge in such activities.

"You guys go ahead I'll just continue to sip on my whiskey and beer if you guys don't mind," you shrugged at them earning you groans across the table.

They all said nothing more though knowing nothing was going to convince you otherwise. Instead they left you to it heading over to play their games of flirting and what they would call "nights to remember." However, you settled on something more indulging in your mindset, simply nursing a glass of what was now rum placed in front of you.

It was like your mind drifted into a different dimension when you glanced at your drink. The sounds surrounding you dancing around you, drowning out. Eventually you glanced up seeing your friends glancing over to you and back to who you presumed was the lady they were attempting to pull. It almost made you snort with confusion at the passing glances.

Wanda just smirked with her signature look directed towards you, causing you to raise an eyebrow at the brunette pointedly. As you glanced around the bustling atmosphere of the club, it had become apparent that they'd become busier.

Carol, Wanda & Kate weaves their bodies through the crowds glancing at you for clarification. It was apparent they all wanted you to join them, to which you politely declined.

It wasn't that you were opposed to the vibes of the nightclub, you just weren't the biggest fan of throwing yourself all out into the intoxicating air of the room. Observing silently as you nursed your drink, your friends clearly found the music as addictive as a drug, getting higher until their minds filled with sheer joy.

There was no telling realistically how much time had passed with you sat there, the smoke machines and the lights illuminating the club allowing your skin to glow- almost like an aura showing visibility.

A loud gruffly voice bought you back from your inner thoughts, the smell of hardcore liquor causing you to wrinkle your nose at the sheer smell. His voice could be heard before his figure seen and it was rather repulsive, even if you did say so yourself.

"Hello, beautiful. What brings you here?" His voice carried an edge to it that made your spine cold, not in a good way ether.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you found yourself sensing where this conversation, or lack there of could go. It certainly wasn't appealing to yourself at all.

"I'm just out with some friends for the night, thank you." Your voice was less firm than you wished it to be, causing you to mentally slap yourself.

One of the main things you found repulsive about bars was the oncoming drift of men finding their way through the crowds like a heavy storm, brewing into something of a dark nature. In those fleeting moments they always seemed to discover you before the rest & it constantly set your skin alight with fire and fear.

"They left you on your own huh?" He said, his voice carrying a rough tone you weren't fond of.

"Yes, well I'm not much for all of the vibes. Thank you though."

It was clear you were evidently trying to push whatever intentions he had of pursing instantly. Yet, it was typical for yourself to end up in situations where men didn't get the memo.

"How about you take up my offer on dancing with me?"

He asked it in a way that his eyebrow raised suggestively, sending your stomach churning. If a situation ever called for bile to come rising up now would be one of them.

"I'll have to decline, thank you for the offer," You attempted to be polite about it.

However, internally you already wanted to tell him to just fuck off. Yet, not wanting to cause a scene in a club or attract anymore unwanted attention, it was clear to yourself that playing it cool and calm would be a safe bet. At least, hoping that would be the case.

His hand was rough and had little to no gentleness involved. Realistically, the only simple way to describe it was as though a hot heavy iron metal had touched your skin, trying to worm its way and mark you. He'd placed it on your shoulder, instantly tensing your body causing a deep breath to illicit from your lips.

"I must insist, it's not exactly me behaving like a gentleman if I leave you here to wallow alone in your thoughts," He pushed causing a deep frown to paint upon your face.

As you attempted to decline once more a more firmer voice came from behind you, bringing a sort of authoritative aroma surrounding the surrounding area. The person whom it belonged to you weren't aware only recognising it to be female.

"I believe she said no, Leroy," the tone clearly gave no room for argument.

It was almost amusing for a mere moment, watching the man who had clearly tried to peruse you shrivel into himself. He, better known as Leroy now to your knowledge muttered something incoherent beneath his breath.

"I was making friendly conversation that's all," He attempted to defend himself, however you heard the hitch of her breath as if she wasn't buying it at all.

"How about I make it even more friendly hm? You turn around heading to the door before I make you." She stated, to him challenging in a way your entire body shivered for a reason you couldn't quite place or comprehend.

You observed as his head lifted up almost to boldly and stupidly challenge her. That was until a form of a hiss came from behind, it almost tempted you to look behind at the sound. However, the sheer way Leroy's face paled and he looked like he wanted to run for his life, seemed to warn your mindset otherwise.

Scrambling out of his seat, Leroy practically fled from the scene like he couldn't carry his body out of the building fast enough. Had it been any other situation you may have laughed, but something in you sensed a form of danger, good or bad an unsureness lingering there.

Without meaning to, you found your head slowly turning behind you in the direction of the woman who seemingly had defended yourself. Anticipation mixed with anxiety stirred in the pit of your stomach like a whirling storm brewing at the cusp of the unknown.

Her hair ran down in a neat form to her shoulder's, spilling down over her face. It was a deep form of red, like a capturing sense of beauty, one nobody could resist. Lips painted a dark blood red, one could almost mistake her for royalty.

The woman's features even stood out if that were even more of a possibility. Her skin, pale in contrast to her starkly red hair and blood like lips. Eyes a piercing emerald green like she belonged with the earth in a deathly scene. Had you taken one glance of her trance, you'd mistake her for a vampire.

"Enjoying the view there, Sweetheart?" Her voice bringing you from your thoughts.

Your cheeks turned a deep beetroot red in realisation that the redhead had caught you not so subtly staring. She didn't seem to offended however, in fact a signature painted smirk lay upon her lips.

"Oh I-" You stupidly stuttered, unable to get your words out in a formatted sentence.

"I'm just teasing. Come on, follow me. I'll pour you a drink at the bar," She stated sauntering off and leaving no time for you to argue otherwise.

Even if you wanted to argue, you found your legs drifting on their own. It was like your brain had a totally different idea to your actual body, instinctively following the intriguing redhead. She went behind the bar gracefully, instinctively pouring you a drink, not that you’d asked her what you wanted to drink.

Her hands flexed with a speed you didn’t think were possible, yet the redhead simply did it was a delicacy and grace you couldn’t quite fathom. You hadn’t realised she’d finished pouring you your drink a mere few seconds go. Ironically one of your favourite cocktails, something you tended to drink under stressful circumstances.

“How did you-“ You attempted to talk, even through the loud atmosphere of the bar but the captivating woman merely shushed you.

“Instinctively guess dear, I hope I got it right.”

The redhead simply winked at you, her plump red lips tilting upwards into a smirk. That kind of look ans gesture sent a feeling shooting through to your core, making your knees feel wobbly and legs like Jelly. As if she could read anyone’s mind, specifically yours she let out a soft husky laugh. A noise so sweet but addictive you could have melted on the spot right there and then.

You picked up the drink taking a small sip of the cocktail, a soft moan leaving your lips with a content sigh at the taste. You noticed the bartender's mouth twitch and you could have sworn her eyes flashed red and darkened. Yet, no you must be imagining things.

"I'm Y/N by the way," you managed to stutter out. "But everyone calls me Y/N/N."

Her lips tilted up in something one could call a signature smirk, one that belonged and suited someone so well.

"I'm Natasha, but you may call me whatever you like sweetheart," She leaned over the bar smirking at you.

You were so grateful that the dim light hid your bright red cheeks, or you might have died on the spot in that moment. You raised an eyebrow at the redhead and Natasha simply winked at you.

Tilting your head to your previous table, you'd noticed your friends all gawking at you with knowing looks on their faces. Oh great. Natasha followed your gaze to the table gathered with your friends and a husky sultry laugh elicited from her plump lips.

"Ah they're with you?" She asked curiously.

Sighing, you found yourself sheepishly nodding glancing back at Natasha who was now looking at you like you seemed to be the only person in the bar existing.

"Yeah, they can be.. a handful but I love them."

Natasha laughed again, this time more heartedly, sending shivers into your skin and flutters dancing around in your heart and stomach.

"Mm they came over to me earlier, I assume trying to hit on me perhaps for a dare?" She said raising a pointed eyebrow at you.

You flushed more obviously now shaking your head as you sighed with embarrassment. Your friends always could be a little handful here and there.

"Mmm, sorry about that. Not interested then?"

"Well, my eyes are somewhere else," Natasha stated her deep green eyes never leaving yours.

Your entire body froze in shock of her words. The redhead clearly knew what she was doing, staring at you with those hooded green eyes.

"That makes two of us", you blurted out without thinking earning you a pointed look.

Natasha ended up finishing her shift but continued pouring drinks for both of you. The conversation flowed freely, like nothing seemed dull nor boring. It didn't seem forced or uncomfortable aside from whenever someone glanced even slightly in your way, Natasha sent them one look you never seemed to see and they couldn't get away quick enough.

Several drinks later, you felt the alcohol coursing through your veins making you looser and less caring of your actions. Funnily, the alcohol didn't seem to be affecting Natasha as much as it was you. She didn't seem to mind, instead she lead you to the dance floor even with your apprehension.

"Anyone would think you're a vampire with how you act," You jokes dancing casually as her hands slowly but carefully drifted to your hips.

It almost caused you to gasp aloud, but you kept yourself firm not wanting to break whatever the hell was occurring in this situation. You felt Natasha's lips lean down to your ear, hearing her raspy breaths causing you to shiver slightly.

"Who's to say I'm not darling," You could have laughed had her voice not being so deadly serious and filled with a taste of something that wasn't meant for others to see nor hear.

A hardcore blush filled your cheeks, rising into your face. You hadn't even noticed you'd been half grinding down on her leg until it was too late. Natasha's hands were guiding your hips like they had their own rhythm like it was natural.

"Shit sorry I-" You weren't even drunk, not fully but you couldn't help to indulge in areas you never deemed yourself to head.

Yet, as you went to pull away, Natasha made quick work of herself to yank you back into her arms. God her arms, you could barely make out the painted red nails in the light's glaring above you, but you could sense not one single thing was out of place.

"I'm not opposed to it, in fact I was rather enjoying myself darling," Her voice was darker this time, it sent shivers coursing through your entire being.

The both of you couldn't hold yourselves together, grinding halfway on the dance floor against one another. No care in the world was given, had you given yourself more dignity you may have been embarrassed. Yet, gone were the thoughts of your friends or the fact you were in public, tossed aside. All you could smell, think of and feel was Natasha behind you.

Time became completely meaningless, like it no longer existed, just a mere concept of a reality around you. Natasha's hand clasped your own guiding you to what you assumed was the staff-back entry. No arguments made of course, you found yourself following her like an obedient little thing, desperate for any form of attention.

Her soft warm hand guided you through the doors, into a locker-room that looked deserted aside the odd coat hanging up. The moment she entered with you, the redhead locked the door before slamming you into one of the lockers.

A surprise gasp elicited from your lips, her plump ones tilting upwards into a devilish smile. It was now you could see Natasha fully, her red flowing hair looking slightly tangled but still managing to look gorgeous. Yet, something felt off. As you glanced up into what you were expecting to see earthly-green eyes, you were met with a different sight.

Her eyes were a deep, haze of blood red, looking like she'd been crying for hours yet impossibly more than that. Your blood ran cold as Natasha raised an eyebrow at you, before realisation hit her face, her lips tilting slightly to the side.

"Are you-" You stuttered earning you a sultry deep chuckle, sending your blood cold.

"You can say it, I won't bite," The irony of the sentence not going to miss.

"A vampire?" The words sounded foreign on your lips, like you'd gone batshit insane.

Maybe you had? Perhaps, one too many shots or cocktails had sent your head spinning eyes going foggy and playing tricks. Yet, the way Natasha was staring at you, the red eyes only glowing deeper than a pricked rose told your mind it wasn't hallucinations.

"Does that scare you?" She asked, her voice going slightly gentle for a mere second.

Did it scare you? Deep down you felt it should, a vampire had no business or at least according to the lores of tales with human's. Not a good style of business anyway, especially considering all of the gore of films and books you'd indulged in.

However when you glanced at Natasha it felt.. different. Like you had no means to be scared. There were thorn's on single rose, it didn't steer people clear of admiring the rose's beauty and the symbolism of what the flower meant.

"No," your voice answered truthfully.

Your answer earned you a pointed look. Her lips tilting upwards into a wide grin. It exposed her fangs that were sharper than one could say a knife itself. Something in you felt drawn to them, to her. Like a siren, something dangerous was lurking you into a deep forest wanting to take you. You'd let her.

"Can I?" She asked, her lips placed delicately against your skin. You felt like Natasha was trying to memorise your scent, like you were prey to her, desperate for a sweet honey-scented bite.

"Yes," you found your lips answering of their own accord.

Waisting no more time for herself, Natasha lurched forward attaching her plump lips to your neck. A soft gasp, followed by a sweet moan left lips, yours or hers you weren't sure. The likelihood was both of you.

The older woman wasted no time with you, biting down hard enough to draw blood. This time it was you who moaned causing her to growl slightly in a way you didn't know could leave anyone's lips. She sucked away at the blood, a harsh smile painting upon her lips against your neck.

"You taste divine, like the heavens created you themselves," She whispered against your neck.

Natasha continued her bite trails, licking up the blood delicately but with care as she trailed along. You felt like you were indulging in such sinful acts, but with her holding you up against the locker, drawing out blood and treating you with such care. Well your mind couldn't form a simple formed thought let alone think of the consequences.

You felt a bare thigh slip between your skirt, right onto your core and your head slammed back into the locker. Yet, when you attempted to grind down on it Natasha gave you a large bite onto your jugular. She sucked away at the blood, but held your hips in place and you dare not move in that moment.

"Please, N-Natasha you're not playing fair," you attempted to gasp out.

Instead you received a firm hand around your throat lightly squeezing as she made direct eye contact with you. The eye contact was so intense, it sent your stomach alight, your insides churning around as you saw how deep red her eyes appeared.

"Oh darling, all's fair in love and war. Besides, I never play fair. Be a good girl now, wait patiently."

Plump lips, kissing you hard against your own gave you no time to respond. Instead you gasped into her mouth, giving Natasha enough time and chance to slide her tongue into your mouth. You accepted it willingly of course, desperate to get any sort of high she was going to give you.

A loud tear below, caught you off guard and your eyes drifted down to the sound. Gasping into the kiss, you'd discovered the redhead had all but destroyed your underwear ripping them off in one swift movement. God you knew vampires had a tendency for strength in some ways, but the sight of it being used for desire only drove heat straight to your core.

Before you could even protest, Natasha attacked your lips again, shoving her tongue back into your mouth. She nibbled feverishly at your lower lip, moaning softly against your lips.

"I cannot get enough of you my sweet little human," She whispered and you were grateful her hands were holding you up against the lockers.

Without warning, her hands started to grind your hips against her bare thigh, your core beginning to clench around practically nothing. If this was supposed to be hell, you'd stay in it every-time if Natasha was going to be driving you into sheer bliss like this.

Her hands roamed around your body, nails digging into your skin as they traced down against your back. The pain brought tears to your eyes, but merely bliss and arousal followed. Especially as you felt Natasha move you against her thigh, your wetness seeping down shamelessly onto her knee.

"My someone's a dirty little girl aren't they?" Her words sounding so filthy for someone who looked so pristine.

You felt her fingers drift down over your neck squeezing once again and she bit down on your lower lip once more. A metallic taste invaded your lips before she sucked on your lower lip, causing your back to arch as desire filled through your lungs.

Without a second of warning, Natasha's long delicate fingers firmly pressed against your clit, rubbing against it like she was determined to send you into a different dimension. You felt stars fill your eyes as your head once again slammed into the locker's behind you.

"N-Natasha I can't hold on.."

Your voice sounded so weak and pathetic, had it been any other time you'd have cared deeply and wanted nothing but to cower away in embarrassment. Yet, with Natasha's nimble fingers and thigh flexing her muscles every few seconds, you couldn't think. Only feel.

"I'm not asking you to hold on, Sweetheart. Let go, cum for me that's a good girl now," She asked her fingers moving at an impossibly fast speed.

That's when you felt the wetness seeping out of you like a gush, the orgasm hitting you at such a ferocity you needed to hold onto Natasha's shoulder's. Your nails dug into her skin and she smirked against your neck breathing in your scent like she couldn't get enough, her fingers nor guide on your hips never slowing. The feeing sent you into over-stimulation and you groaned loudly trying to pull away.

However, Natasha merely moved you with such an incredible strength you nearly gasped. She slammed you into the near by couch, well you say slammed. The older woman practically flew across the room with you in her arms, the couch ripping slightly with such intensity hitting it.

Natasha wasted no more time biting down your skin, physically ripping off your clothes. It was like something feral was now driving her, not stopping her for a single second. Your skin littered in bite marks, blood spilling out from each mark as she licked it up. Her tongue felt warm against your cold skin and you groaned at the feeling, burning your body alight.

Her hands drifted ferociously over your skin, clutching at your breasts, before her lips moved to them biting and sucking on your nipples. It felt like something you'd never felt before and you should be afraid, but you weren't. Instead your entire body dancing in the fires of desire and arousal.

"God, Y/N/N, I cannot get enough of you. You're a sweet creature who needs someone older to take care of you," She whispered before biting down on your stomach and sucking on it like it was her life's goal.

"J-Just how much older?" You tried to whisper before she squeezed her nails down on your thigh to shush you.

"Mm, all in good time pet, all in good time," Her nails racking down your now naked body drawing harsh red lines that would definitely leave marks.

Her lips attached themselves to your thigh, biting down hard with her fangs. You moaned loudly, causing her to shush you. You were still in the club after all. Your hands drifted into her silky red locks, bliss and arousal filling you up in every part of your body.

Suddenly, her slim fingers delved deep into your core, pumping with a speed that was animalistic. Natasha gave you no time to adjust to her fingers before adding 2 more, pumping in and out of you fast.

Your hips grinded down onto her fingers body practically arching off the couch in the locker room. Her free hand dug her nails back into your abdomen, pushing you back down as you felt her fangs continue to bite and suck away at both thighs.

"Natasha please, I'm going to cum can I cum?"

You begged her, barely recognising the sounds leaning your lips your voice sounding foreign to your own ears. Natasha chuckled, it was darker this time sounding scarier, something you shouldn't be turned on by. Yet, she knew different as more wetness left your core allowing her fingers to move at a feral pace the slick noises filling the room.

"No," She said without any room for arguments just a one word answer.

Her fingers merely sped up, causing some tears to spill from your eyes. Of course it didn't go unnoticed to the female vampire, instead Natasha chuckled, the sound sending your body cold and practically into a frenzy.

"Aw does my sweet little human need to cum that badly? Is my girl that much of a whore you can't fucking wait for 5 minutes?" She teased you causing you to writher beneath her whimpers leaving your lips.

Her mouth suddenly moved straight to your soaked pussy, sucking and using her fangs to bite gently but firmly down on your clit. Your hand had to fly up to your mouth to halt the screams. However, Natasha's fingers sped up and a particularly harsh bite told you she wanted to hear you.

"No no, Sweetheart. I want to hear your screams, moans and every ounce of pleasure I give you. You look devine crying from a simple pleasure of my fingers and tongue, be a good girl now and comply."

You went to protest before she dug her nails into your skin again causing you to move your hand and moan loudly.

"Don't test my patience pet. You don't want to find out if you cross a vampire, especially a female at that. Now let me take my reward," she said before her fingers sped up even faster.

Natasha's thumb moved to rub against your clit, her nails feeling surprisingly so incredibly good as her tongue worked wonders. You were convinced she had a longer tongue than the average human, but that wouldn't surprise you.

The knot in your stomach tightened and you felt stars dancing around in the corners of your vision. How much longer you could hold on you weren't sure, but her tongue wasn't slowing down and nor was her fingers. A particularly harsh bite down on your clit followed by a suck sent you crying in desperation.

"Okay sweet human, you can cum now. Make a beautiful mess on my tongue and fingers and give me my reward," She whispered the sounds hitting you hard.

Your back arched and you let out a cry of pain? Delight or joy? Possibly all three but you released hard on Natasha's fingers and tongue. A gush of wetness hit her tongue and the realisation that you'd squirted practically made Natasha almost loose control entirely.

Black dots began to fill your vision as you flopped back onto the now completely ripped couch, Natasha pulling away after some time. She licked up the remaining cum, her face which you could barely make out still had traces of your blood lingering there. Attempting to look down, you realised just how many bite marks there were.

Your vision was becoming too dark now, sheer exhaustion from your intense orgasms overtaking you as she leaned over you biting softly at your pulse point. You found yourself drifting away barely making out her final words as Natasha stroked your hair gently.

"I think I'll keep you pet. I'd love to worship a sweet little human like yourself and you'd do wonders in my little life. Mine to keep and mine to please," her voice fading away into the distance as your vision became foggier.

[redtsundere-writes]

sukuna and servant!reader is so good!! looking forward to rescue more of them <33

Eyes On Me | Sukuna Ryomen

king!sukuna ryomen x femservant!reader

Sypnosis: Uraume can't play chess with the king right now, you must step up. Contents: Obsession, pining, kinda fluffy, mentions of blood and body parts. Uraume uses they/them pronouns. Word Count: 2404 words. Author's Note: I love writing this ship. People have been asking me to make this a series. I'll try my best lol I think you can still read them individually, but there's a preferred order.

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AO3/WATTPAD VERSION

Sukuna hates humans. It's a fact of life. The sky is blue, roses are red and Sukuna hates the disgusting creatures that humans are. He has so many reasons to hate them that he doesn't even know where to begin. Humans are annoying, weak, clumsy, but most of all, stupid. They make decisions without thinking through the consequences. They prefer to spend their money on temporary pleasures and end up bankrupt by not prioritizing their survival. They worry about unimportant things such as social status, religion, and traditions. Sukuna hates humans, but boy, are they entertaining. 

Sukuna tends to study his servants very carefully. Even though they only clean, cook and obey his orders to a tee, it was fun to watch them interact with each other. He finds it fascinating how the servants gossip in whispers, how the gardeners concentrate to prune the bushes well despite their hands shaking, or how the cooks taste the food several times so that it’s up to their majesty's standards. It was like watching dozens of filthy lab rats in the middle of a social experiment. Although… There was someone special he loved to watch, no matter what they were doing. 

You had finished all the chores for the day and decided to help the cooks prepare dinner because you had nothing better to do. Your muscles were exhausted from having spent all morning cleaning the porcelain sculptures, the large frames of the paintings in the great hall, and the king's jewelry so they could sparkle in all their glory. You had been assigned the task of peeling potatoes, so there you were. Sitting at a table with a small knife, peeling potatoes while listening to the chaos going on in the kitchen. Uraume was busy preparing a special passion fruit tea for the king. The special coming from the water that was inked with human blood. Sometimes you wondered if Uraume had always agreed to cook with humans or was it something they got used to because of Sukuna's orders, but since they never talked about themselves, you never asked. 

“Fuck!” A cook yelled when the frying pan caught fire. 

Your eyes widened at the flashy flare. Uraume put the tea set aside to attend to the emergency. With some ice from their magic hands, they put out the fire in a jiffy, but left the kitchen a mess. They began to berate the cook with smacks in the head and curses for his ineptitude. The cook just apologized over and over again, but that wasn't enough for the head chef. 

“You!” Uraume called. You put your task aside to attend to their orders. “Take the tea to our king and tell him I will be with him when I settle this situation.” You nodded and took the tray carefully to go in search of him. 

After Sukuna gave you permission, you entered the library with the golden tray in your hands. The library was the coziest room in the entire castle. Its high walls were covered with huge bookcases filled with books, maps, and scrolls. There were long desks of works and hundreds of candleholders everywhere to enjoy reading during the evenings. He was sitting in one of the comfortable chairs in front of the game table, a small wooden table with a chessboard on top. The king was surprised to see you there despite having specified Uraume's presence. 

“I didn't ask you to come,” Sukuna said chidingly as you served him tea at a small table next to him. 

“Uraume had to attend to an emergency in the kitchen. They'll be here once everything is under control,” you replied as you set down the fragile cup of blood tea, adorned with small pieces of eyeball floating on the red surface to give it texture. 

Your gaze traveled to the chessboard, it had been a long time since you had seen the king playing. You knew from the other servants that he was a good player and only plays with Uraume or some brave guest. This was no ordinary board. You could see that each piece was handmade and had luxurious detail. The pieces were made of white quartz, the eyes of the horses were rubies and the crowns of the kings were made of jade. It was the most beautiful board game you ever saw. 

“Do you know how to play?” Sukuna asked out of curiosity. 

Being a servant, you surely had not received the same education as he did. Well, almost no one was on his level when it came to education. Sukuna was a master mathematician, a skilled debater and could threaten his enemies in 5 different languages. You hadn't been as lucky. You're good at cleaning, cooking and taking orders, but what else can you do? 

“Yes,” you answered with a smile. 

That answer surprised him quite a bit. Although chess was a game that was rapidly gaining popularity among the middle class, it was not a game for women. It was a game that required intellect, always thinking two moves ahead and knowing how to read your opponent. You didn't look like a girl who could do all that. 

“Sit down,” Sukuna ordered you. 

“I warn you that it may be a short game. It's been a long time since I've played,” you warned him as you sat down. 

Sukuna watched you with great attention. Your eyes scanned the board as if it was the first time you had ever seen one, your hands rested gently on your thighs and you smiled nervously. You may have known the rules of the game, but you didn't know how to play. The king took your word for it. 

“Ladies first,” he asked you to start.

“My pleasure,” you said as your dominant hand moved over the pieces to decide what your first move would be. 

Your father had taught you how to play. He always wanted a son to inherit the family business, but your mother only kept giving birth to women, so he had to resign himself to you. Your mother taught you how to be a lady so you could get married as soon as possible and your father taught you about the business so that your future husband wouldn’t take advantage of the family money. You used to sit in front of the wooden board and talk for hours after dinner. Your father may not have been the wisest or the most astute man, but he had left you a very important lesson: Always look people in the eye to know their true intentions. 

This was one of the few times you came face to face with Sukuna. Because of his title as king and the great difference in height, you were always beneath him, physically and psychologically speaking. You were a simple human, while he was a king with the power to get rid of whomever he wanted with a simple movement of his fingers. Although his presence made you feel vulnerable, you didn't resent him. You had a relatively comfortable life serving him, but sometimes there was a need for you to show him that you were more than a servant. This was a good opportunity to do so. 

Sukuna's eyes were not on you, they were on the board. His gaze denoted boredom. He was waiting patiently for you to make the first move. If you waited a little longer, maybe he would yawn. He overestimated you, you had to use that feeling against him. You moved a pawn to the C4 square, a common move among beginners.

“Finally…” He said in a monotone voice before quickly moving the knight to the F6 square. 

Each of you took turns to move the pieces quietly as time went by. You took your time with each move, while the king only needed to look at the board from time to time to know what to do next. You could take all the time in the world, but he would still eat all your pieces. Even though it didn't seem to be an interesting game, you could at least keep up with him. Sukuna's queen advanced towards yours, standing face to face. One false move and your king was in trouble. 

“Check,” you said as the queen retreated two squares diagonally, leaving her free to begin the attack on the king. 

At that announcement, Sukuna woke up from the trance he was in to concentrate on what he was doing. He smiled with satisfaction as he noticed the change in your body. Your hands had relaxed, your back was straight, and your eyes were glued to his. You knew exactly what you were doing. You didn't need to tell him verbally that you would destroy him at his own game, your eyes told him clearly. It was as if you were dissecting his soul bit by bit until you left him completely naked.

Your hands were interleaved with each turn. You moved quickly as you realized that Sukuna had already noticed your active presence on the board. Sukuna returned the queen to his side. An interesting move. It was wise to know when to back away, but you noticed one thing in his eyes. He had no plan, he just acted based on his understanding of the game. He moved like in real life, using only his killer instincts. 

“Check,” you announced again by moving a knight up. 

“Not so fast,” Sukuna told you before taking the horse that was threatening his king using a queen. You smiled as you saw that his majesty had fallen into the trap. By moving his pieces like that, Sukuna had fully exposed his king. 

“Checkmate,” you announced the end of the game as soon as you moved the white queen close to the black king. And only then, the poor maid defeated the almighty king. 

“Well, well...” Sukuna sighed in awe as he looked at the board with extreme curiosity. He couldn't be mad at you. He had let his guard down. You were playing even before the game started. 

There was someone special he loved to watch, no matter what you were doing. Sukuna would always hyper fixate on you whenever he noticed your presence around him. You could be cleaning, chatting with your companions or eating some dried fruit in the garden, and he would still only notice you as if nothing else in the world existed. You were the most interesting human he had ever seen. Sukuna tried to look for a logical reason for his obsession with you, but he couldn't do it. You looked like a simple being with clear goals, but he was sure you were hiding something behind your perfect facade. 

Someone knocked at the door. Sukuna sighed, he wanted to be alone with you longer, but now was not the time. Uraume entered the room and was surprised to see you sitting with his majesty. Something strange had been going on between the two of you for months. They had even debated the idea of asking the king directly about you, but hadn't worked up the courage to do so.  

“There was an inconvenience in the kitchen. Sorry to keep you waiting, your majesty,” Uraume bowed in apology. 

“Lucky for you, you sent a good replacement,” Sukuna said before smiling at you in satisfaction. 

Uraume instantly understood just by glancing at the board. You had beaten the king, something even they could not easily accomplish. They could tell that he was looking at you like no one else. It wasn't a look of disgust or boredom, it was a curious look. Like that of a child looking at a group of kids playing in the playground, wondering if he could come over to play with them. 

“If you'll excuse me, I have to go,” you said as you got up to give the seat to Uraume. “Good game. It was a pleasure to play against you, my king,” you bowed. 

“Good game,” Sukuna whispered so you could leave the room. 

Sukuna and Uraume started a new game as soon as you returned to the kitchen to peel potatoes. They quickly noticed that something was occupying her majesty's mind. Their white pieces were eating his black pieces easily and his moves were slow compared to previous games. Uraume could tell that the game against you had changed the way he played.

“What do you see in her?” Uraume asked him after a move. 

“Am I too obvious?” Sukuna asked them before getting up from his seat to start prowling around the library to clear his mind. “What do you think of her?” He asked her as he stopped in front of the window to admire the land. The large green lawn stretched all the way to the intimidating entrance of his wonderful castle. 

“She is a dedicated servant and a perfectionist. She does all the chores in a timely manner. She is as good a servant as any other. The real question is: What do you think of her?” Uraume asked as they watched him from their seat. 

“She has potential.” 

“Potential? Potential for what?” Uraume arched their eyebrow at the confusing statement. 

“She has the potential to become a queen,” Sukuna replied confidently. 

Sukuna Ryomen was known among the kingdoms for being an unorthodox king. Not only because he took kingdoms left and right as if it were nothing, but because he has a strange way of ruling his people. He did not care about social classes, behavioral labels or unwritten codes of human coexistence. Everyone was inferior to him regardless of gender, race, or religion. He was the god of this new world and everyone had to obey him, just like that. 

The fact that he wanted to have a queen went far beyond just following the established patterns of classical monarchy. Sukuna must have a reason why he wants to have a queen other than just because, but there was a more important question on the table. 

“Your majesty, you can get any woman you want. You can get a beautiful woman, with more training and presence, why would you settle for a servant?” Uraume asked in confusion. Sukuna smiled. It was a good question. 

“She has something much better than that,” he answered before continuing the game as if nothing happened. Uraume looked down to see that Sukuna had checkmated them.

Author's Note: I poured my poor knowledge on chess for this lol I hope it makes sense.

Masterlist.

[filmbyjy]

i had this amazing idea of dancer niki x dancer reader who are rivals (constantly competing against who’s better) but are forced to be dance partners 🎀

one more dance

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

SUMMARY: ni-ki never liked to duo with someone else. he liked the peace being a solo dancer. after all, he was the ace of the dance club. that is until you joined. rivals in the club and the dance floor. what will happen when the teacher decides to place you two as dance partners for the next competition?

WARNINGS: you and ni-ki are menaces to each other for the first part. a decent amount of angst but don't worry there is a happy ending bc i like happy endings.

WORD COUNT: 3.4K words

a/n: finally this is out of the inbox!! let's go more riki content 🗣️🗣️oh and if you wanted to know the inspiration that i had for the choreo that is here. this is the inspiration

"ew, why do you even like ni-ki? he's just a stuck-up two-faced dude that thinks he's the best at dancing." - you

"her? you like her dancing skills? that's crazy. she's the most annoying bitch around. always thinking she can dance soooo well when she clearly can't." - ni-ki

these were just of the few words that both you and ni-ki would threw at each other when asked by someone else. you dislike ni-ki. well, that's an understatement. one could say you despise him. to you, ni-ki was like a chess piece waiting to be kicked out of their golden spot.

he needed to be humbled.

was what you always thought. he thought that he had every right to be able to do whatever he wanted. just because he was the top dancer in the club. not only that, he was also popular which made it annoying during practice. there were constantly a lot of girls barging in and asking ni-ki for his number and or signature.

that stupid smirk of his every time. it was always plastered in your head and you hated it.

"alright, everyone. so we actually have been invited to another dance competition. they really loved jay and jake's duo dance." the choreographer says. everyone continues to listen in

"which means, they want us to form another duo to send to the competition." he adds. there were whispers among the club.

"i was thinking that maybe we can have a boy and girl duo? some sort like a romantic dance? doesn't have to be tango or salsa. definitely could be something more lively as our club is known for more hiphop and rough dance steps."

everyone looks around and mumbles. the choreographer sighs. "okay, i was thinking that maybe (name) and ni-ki could pair up? after all, you two are our best dancers in the club."

this gets the whole room talking more. clearly this was something huge. everyone knew you and ni-ki hated each other. you had folded your arms.

"no offence, sir but i do not want to work with someone like him." you say. ni-ki rolls his eyes.

"well, who said i wanted to work with you? you're clearly horrible at dancing. after all, you'd ruin the whole dance routine." ni-ki retaliates back.

"you fucking ass-"

the choreographer interrupts you, "unfortunately for you two, i have already submitted your names. this is the final decision. it's not a yes or no."

you groaned out loud. "Mr.Han-"

"i'm sorry (name), riki. you two just have to figure things out. who knows, working together might fix this...tension? you guys are having."

"tension? Mr.Han, i'll have you know that me and ni-ki are not-"

"i want you two to go practice, i have chosen a song already. just need you two to choreograph to it. it can have a separate dance but there has to be a part in the choreo where you two come together and dance as a couple." he points his finger at you and ni-ki. "understand?"

"understand." both you and ni-ki say in defeat.

"i'll send ni-ki the audio file and then you two can work on it."

the both of you grumbled and huffed whilst walking out of the first dance studio. you had walked towards the middle of the practice room while ni-ki sorted out the music. once he was done, he clicks play so that the both of you could dissect the music. the both of you had turned to each other when you realised that it was a sexy rnb vibe.

"what the fuck." you had groaned. "don't tell me you're gonna have to grind on me or something."

"ew. i don't even want to touch you so no grinding on each other. stop being a pervert and think of a different dance step." ni-ki rolls his eyes.

"i wasn't being a pervert, asshole."

"well, why is grinding the first dance step you thought of?"

"because it just so happens so many couple dancers grind on each other!"

"pervert." ni-ki shields his body. you had rolled your eyes at him.

"just choose which timing you wanna take and create a choreo first. then maybe we can be civil and review it together." you had explained. ni-ki folds his arms.

"you're the one who isn't civil. always taking every opportunity to bite back and say something after me. one might think you're obsessed with me." ni-ki says.

you had clenched your fist and just bit back your tongue. if you were to say anything, it would only prove that ni-ki was right. you were not about to let him win that argument. he just wanted to make you mad.

the both of you had settled down to listen to the song once again. after about 5 minutes, ni-ki was quick to stand up and create a small part of the choreo. you were even shocked as to how he managed to think of something in just 5 minutes. you had watched how he went to polish the step to make it clearer.

"play the song again. i'm trying to see if it fits the choreo well." ni-ki says. it was clear he was focused and wasn't playing around.

you had stood up to play the song again. ni-ki gets into position. he retries the dance sequence he had created. he tilts his head when he realises that it needs to be tweaked a little.

"we need something that is smooth for this part of the song. do you have any dance steps that you can think of when you hear this small part?" ni-ki turns to you.

"which part?" ni-ki goes over and replays the part. "could you keep replaying it while i think? maybe my body could flow with it." ni-ki hums.

for once, you feel like you two were working together. no one was shouting. he was cooperating with you. guess, the both of you realised that this competition was quite important. your body had moved a little to part of the song as you had figured out how to continue with ni-ki's dance choreo.

"maybe a quick flowy thrust? you know the one you did it that dance choreo with the other boys? jungwon made it really smooth once, i was impressed."

for a second, ni-ki was flabbergasted that you had watched his choreo with the other boys but then you mentioned jungwon and praising him. he scowls.

"what? jungwon caught your eye or something?"

"well, yeah. he did really well on that part." you say. ni-ki grumbles and says something under his breath. however, you didn't catch it. "what?"

"nothing. just continue thinking of other dance steps for the rest of the song."

and that you did. for the past 2 hours, both you and ni-ki had been finishing up the choreo. you knew the both of you had to show it to Mr.Han by Friday for him to approve. it was only Wednesday but the pressure was still on the both of you to complete it quickly and polish the steps.

By 6pm, you had fallen onto the ground panting. ni-ki goes over to pour a cup of isotonic drink for you and him. he shoves the cup towards you, you had taken it and a small smirk appears on your face. ni-ki rolls his eyes.

"from one dancer to another, we both know we need this. we have tomorrow to polish the whole routine. we can't mess this up and we need the dance to be approved by Mr.Han."

"i know. i do think Mr.Han will point out we need to be more touchy since this song is sensual."

ni-ki scoffs. "we'll just change it then. for now, both of us aren't exactly comfortable with touching each other." you nod in agreement. ni-ki stands up.

"we have finished about 45 seconds of the choreo. we still have about 15 more. we can complete the rest tomorrow." you had hummed.

"i'll be staying for a bit to practice some other dance routine. if you're busy, you can go."

ni-ki nods. he doesn't press further as to what other dance routine you were doing. he grabs his bottle and leaves the studio. you had changed the music once he left and started practicing.

as time flies by, you were now a month away from the competition. you had worked with ni-ki for about 3 months. you had realised that something was definitely different. you see, after Mr.Han evaluated the choreography twice, the dance was a lot more touchier. as much as you and ni-ki didn't want to admit, something has definitely changed.

days leading up to the present days, with each touch in the dance steps you realised that ni-ki's eyes had been lingering on you. you didn't want to believe it at first but you couldn't deny whenever you'd catch him. there was a specific move where ni-ki would have to tilt your head up and lean in close to your lips.

you did have hold in your breath whenever you were practicing because you were feeling flustered.

"good job but you still need to work on your chemistry." Mr.Han mentions. "you guys have 1 more month to fully commit to the dance. I can tell that you're both still hesitant. dancing means you just have to let whatever issue you two had, go. i want you two to go practice it more. go ahead and show the whole club when you're ready."

with your head down, you had walked towards the other studio. the door shuts and you had sighed out loud. ni-ki breaks his silence.

"we both have goals. we're just going to have to suck up and do well. both you and i know, we love being in first place. if we have to pretend like we're in love then so be it." ni-ki says. he stares right at you. your stomach churns, he looked kinda hot.

"fine. we'll pretend to be in love for the sake of 1st place." you declared. ni-ki steps closer and you could feel the cold plastered brick wall against your back.

"from today till the competition, we're a couple." he says as he stares at your face.

"fake couple, right." you asked in a small tone. ni-ki laughs.

"yeah. unless you want it to be real."

you had shoved him away from you and he barely moves. "as if." he smirks at your words.

and yes, a fake couple did you two become. ni-ki would invite you to some cafe to properly get the romantic vibes before practicing. in 2 weeks time, you and ni-ki were getting more comfortable. everyone in the dance crew could see it. no more yelling, just talking normally. one could say, you might actually warm up to the idea of having a sane conversation with him.

"ni-ki, we need to get outfits for the competition-" you paused in your step. the words die in your throat as you watched the scene in front of you. ni-ki was happily chatting with a girl and laughing along with her. he hands her his number willingly and she smiles.

you had almost gone up to them but why would you? it's not like you and ni-ki were dating. it was just a bonding session to get you two to be a better pair in the choreo. you had just gone back to the studio to practice and forget about what happened. halfway through you practicing, you had heard the door open but you didn't care.

"(name)." ni-ki calls out but you had blatantly ignored him. "(name)?" he sighs and grabs your shoulders before spinning you around to look at him.

"get your hands off me." you say. ni-ki puts his hands up and surrenders.

"what's gotten into you? i thought we were chill already." he says. you had rolled your eyes.

"well, i just remembered that you're still an asshole so yeah. we are not chill."

"what the fuck? i didn't even do or say anything to offend you these past few months. why are you projecting your stress or anger towards me."

"you are the cause of my stress and anger. i can't wait to get this competition done and over with because i can't stand you!" you had raised your voice. the room fell silent. you could feel your throat getting tighter as you held back the urge to breakdown in front of him.

"(name)..." ni-ki softly says. this was the first time he has ever used that kind of tone. he was being gentle. too gentle to you. you had clenched your fist.

"you can go practice. i'm going home. go buy your competition outfit by yourself. i'll figure something out on my own from my closet." you had picked up your bag and left quickly.

days pass since you left abruptly, you didn't attend any of the practices. you had just been practicing on your own at home. your room wasn't big, you had to just make do with the space and shift around furniture just to dance. ni-ki tried to text you multiple times but they were left unanswered.

the coach could see something had happened. he approaches ni-ki to question him and ni-ki explains what had happened a couple days back. Mr.Han hums.

"she likes you." he states. ni-ki stares at his coach like he was crazy.

"what? why would she like me?"

"what happened that day before you came into the studio to practice with (name)?"

"well, some girl came up to me and she was really funny so i gave her my number. when i walked into the practice room, (name) was practicing herself."

Mr.Han nods, "you see, sometimes you don't always know who could be around the corner or passing by. there is a chance that (name) could've passed by and saw what had happened. you smiling at some other girl. if she likes you, she'd probably feel like shit. she'll get mad, she'll feel like crying."

"and knowing (name), she's never the type of person to let anyone see her cry. she keeps her worries and troubles to herself. she most definitely will hide away her sorrows." Mr.Han continues.

"do you know where she lives?"

never in your whole life have you cried this much. you cried for a while when you didn't give your very best in competitions but it was only for 2 hours. after that, you'd motivate yourself to do better because you knew you were a great dancer. however, this? crying over your feelings for ni-ki? that's crazy.

you spent 4 straight days crying like a maniac. at first, when you came back from storming out the studio. you were confused as to why tears were even dripping down your face. it was stupid. then came the denial stage.

you didn't have feelings for ni-ki. you were crazy. you were lonely. you never been in a relationship before which is why you were jealous of him. yes, you were jealous that he could easily make any girl fall to their feet for him.

you made up every single possible reason other than acknowledging the most obvious one. after two days of being in denial, you came into terms that you did in fact have feelings for him. here you were on the fifth day, sitting on the couch and eating ice cream to make yourself feel better. you had heard the doorbell ringing but you didn't move. maybe if you just sat there watching some cartoon, the person at the door will just go away.

unfortunately, they didn't. they rang the doorbell once more and even knocked on the door. you had groaned. placing the ice cream into the freezer quickly before opening the front door. there stood the guy that you had been crying for.

"hey." he says. you wanted to slammed the door shut in his face. you didn't want to see him. you felt self-conscious all of a sudden. would he mind that you were wearing a hello-kitty pyjama pants? was your hair a mess?

"what are you doing here?" you say. it may have came off a bit defensive and cold. ni-ki's eyes widened slightly.

"umm, just to check up on you. you haven't come down to the studio in like 5 working days. we also have a competition in 1 week so like i kinda need my partner to work with me for the choreo." he explains.

you had rolled your eyes. "you can practice on your own." the memory still fresh of ni-ki smiling with that girl. "maybe you could ask some other girl to be your partner."

ni-ki's heart skips a beat. something churns his stomach as he hears the venomous underlying tone in your voice. you were definitely jealous.

"look-"

"once this competition is over, you and i don't have to cross paths anymore." this gets ni-ki intrigued. he tilts his head.

"what do you mean by that."

"i'm going to quit the crew."

ni-ki's heart drops. "quit the crew? but why? yes, we both hated each other but we're okay now."

"i want to further my studies. i want to do well and exceed in a job that i love."

"but don't you love dancing?"

"it's just a hobby and i've spent so much of my parent's money on this crew. it's time that i earned my own money and give it back to them."

"(name), are you doing this because you don't want to see me?"

"no." ni-ki sighs.

"then why? like you said, you spent so much money and time on dance. what's stopping you from continue it further. you can become a coach. earn money and teach kids."

"i just don't want to do this anymore." you had looked away. ni-ki cups your face gently.

"(name) even though we barely really got to know each other. one thing i know about you is that you really love dancing. hell, even if i did say that you were a horrible dancer. you weren't. you're just as passionate as me in dancing. this is your calling. you can't just decide to give up on it."

"you have friends here. everyone loves you. the coaches love you. i love you..." he admits. your breath hitches.

"you gave your number to someone else. you smiled and laughed with her. you like her."

"i may have gave that girl my number and laughed along with her but nothing could compare to the partner that i've worked with for months. I got to know you, I got to realise that you weren't so bad. I learnt to acknowledge that you were an amazing dancer. most importantly, i got to realise that maybe we didn't hate each other."

"maybe i just had feelings for you. that i was in denial."

you had reached up to touch ni-ki's hand that was still on your cheek.

"let me make it up to you. show you that my feelings are genuine for you."

you had nodded. ni-ki leans down slightly and gives you a short but reassuring kiss. he pulls back.

"wanna go practice our choreo?" he asks.

"sure." was all you said.

EPILOGUE

both you and ni-ki had showed up the makeup room holding hands. everyone was in shock. though they knew something was definitely up with the both of you, they didn't want to assume things. both you and ni-ki had also some sort hid the relationship for a bit.

"dude, you serious about this?" jake says. ni-ki laughs.

"yeah, me and (name) have been dating for like a week now. we just kept it lowkey for a little."

"shit. enemies to lovers really is a good trope." jake says. jay smacks his back.

"okay, enough. they need to get ready for the competition." he tells jake. jay turns to look at both you and ni-ki. "make sure to win 1st place for us. i think our two best dancers need to prove their amazing chemistry."

with that, both you and ni-ki made sure to do well. everyone did truly love it. the tension, the eye contact. most importantly the kiss that you two shared at the end. everyone cheered and applauded the both of you. the crowd went wild.

just like that, 1st place was acquired. currently, that trophy sat on the shelf of your home.

yours and ni-ki's home.

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[kerink]

‘Fucked up that Bill is HAPPIER in Margaritabill than he is in Bill Wins lmao’ PLEASE ELABORATE!

one core feature of bill's character that is stable and consistent in my characterization of him is that bill does not compromise. he wants what he wants and he wants it exactly when he wants it and exactly how he wants it. i've said it before in another analysis but it's apropos so i'll repeat it: bill grew up hearing only no, being only ever denied and rejected, and now that he's the one in charge he refuses to ever hear anything other than yes ever again.

this is important for understanding how i conceptualize what is actually happening for bill's story in each au.

margaritabille follows canon exactly up until the next summer. this means bill has already enacted weirdmagedon, regained control over ford, begun evacuating the nightmare realm, had been defeated, and died. bill wins, however, only follows canon up until gideon makes his final deal with bill. in bill wins, bill is able to do all the things margaritabille is able to, except more. so much more. he doesn't just enact weirdmagedon, he successfully subjugates gravity falls and prevents any rebel faction from forming. he doesn't just regain control over ford, he is able to get ford to submit with minimal fuss and complaint, taking his family hostage to ensure ford is more or less compliant and amiable. he doesn't just begin to evacuate the nightmare realm, he makes tremendous progress doing so.

in margaritabille, bill has lost everything. he has lost the nightmare realm, the henchmaniacs, his kingdom, his control, his influence, his capture of those with the ability to harm him. he is vulnerable. but in bill wins, bill has everything he wants. (well, not everything, obviously bill has bigger plans than just coming to our dimension. but outrunning entropy and gaining a physical form are required for him to achieve the rest of his goals. and now that he's done it, he has no reason to doubt there's anything left standing in his way but time.)

this, however, means that in margaritabille bill has nowhere to go but up, while in bill wins the entire story revolves around not just dethroning him but killing him for good. bringing entropy to him.

in margaritabille, bill has a lot more than he actually thinks he does. he's on earth and out of entropy's reach. he has a physical form. the pines tolerate him and ford is sometimes even nice to him. bill may think he's hit rock bottom, but he hasn't! and maybe, this time, on his rise to power, ford really will join him willingly, maybe the pines will understand his goals and won't rebel against him. maybe there's a way for him to have his cake and eat it too.

while in bill wins, even though bill has peaked more than margaritabille ever did, it's not the life he envisioned. they're still trapped in gravity falls and it's hard to fit all the nightmare realm citizens into one tiny place. even if bill had been king of the nightmare realm there are still other gangs and warring factions that butt heads and challenge him. he needs to manage all the big personalities until he can break open the rest of the dimension and give everyone their space back. ford may play along with him but he's dead-eyed and bitter, obviously puppeteered, reciting the lines he's memorized. if bill had wanted ford this way he would have just rewired his brain in the first place! no, he wants ford to want it, and he can't figure out how to make that happen. the pines are constantly rebelling against him, so he's having to play 5-d chess and mind games with each of them in different ways at different times and it's a headache to keep up with it all. this isn't the party he wanted, he's on-call 24/7. (although, dw, he's still doing a lot of partying, but it's more coping than celebrating.)

there's a light at the end of the tunnel in margaritabille. in bill wins, bill is rapidly hurtling towards the ground without a parachute.

in margaritabille, bill is grieving a future he never really had. he didn't take the massive loss that he will in bill wins. he will never lose as much in the first as he does in the second. margaritabille is about how no matter the hardship, no matter the struggle, no matter the suffering, there is always a tomorrow for those willing to watch the sunrise.

in bill wins, bill is grieving a present he never got. it's a be careful what you wish for situation. he is fucking around and will soon be finding out. the more he tries to force things into their proper place the more they warp and misshape and try to wriggle from his grasp.

in acceptance and commitment therapy there's a framework for understanding acceptance that i think characterizes the two story lines well. in order to accept something you must be willing; we experience suffering because often we are instead willful.

willingness is the ability to say yes to life, however it comes. the example i give my patients is marriage: you know you and your partner will fight, you know you will both get sick, you know one of you will die first, but you marry them anyway because not having them at all is worse than having them bad parts and all. you are willing to live through pain in order to live through joy. i recently told a patient in order to have memorable experiences with friends you will also have funerals.

willfulness, on the other hand, is living life conditionally. it's trying to draw a perimeter and put up walls between you and what you will and won't accept. one metaphor for this i like is the shoe problem: you buy a pair of shoes online, they arrive and you discover they don't fit. if you are willing to accept the pain and frustration of this experience, then you're able to move forward to resolve it: can you return them? can you exchange them? if not, do you know someone they will fit you can give or sell them to? can you sell them online? can you donate them? if you are willful, however, then you will not admit there's a problem. in avoiding the disappointment of not getting something you really wanted and were looking forward to you force your feet into shoes that don't fit, you put them in your closet to collect dust.

in margaritabille, bill is moving towards willingness. not intentionally, not purposefully, but simply through conditioning. he's squatting in the shack and is unwelcome, he is aware of this. ford still has the means to kill or banish him, he is aware of this. if he toes too much out of line, the comfort and safety he has taken for himself will be his undoing. in order to live at the shack and be tolerated by the pines and build rapport with ford, bill must be willing to give up some of his control. he has to stop attempting to dominate the world and subjugate the pines, because if he does ford will just shoot him and that'll be the end of it. bill knows he has a good thing going here and he's not going to jeopardize it. he knows there is a future for him, he just has to grieve his loss and get back on his path.

in bill wins, bill is willful to a T. he will only accept the dimension, earth, gravity falls, the pines as he wants them. he doesn't understand why the nightmare realm citizens are behaving in ways that cause him headache, he doesn't understand why ford is faking it, he doesn't understand why he's trapped. he knows why, but it's not how this story was supposed to go and he will keep slamming the pieces on the table until they fit in the puzzle where he believes they're meant to be.

and he will lose everything, and he will suffer the whole time he does.

[jameui]

SCHOOL RIVAL

PAIRING: Sim Jaeyun x M!Reader

GENRE: Smut, Angst, Fluff

WARNING: academic rivals to lovers trope, i got too lazy to proofread

SUMMARY: You find yourself who's as competent as you in terms of academic. So, what happens after one night you make love and fall in love?

You eyed your test paper once more, with your chest full of pride and your ego once more heavily fed, hearing the whispers of your classmates in the background saying you got the highest mark again. '99%', it said on your paper. Sure, you could have done better, but the fact that you have the biggest percentage is enough for you. You let out a sigh and patted yourself. "I did it again," You told yourself, proudly.

"Sim Jaeyun." The name made your ears ring, rolling your eyes in annoyance. The said male looked up from his phone and stood up to get his test results with a smile. He expressed his gratitude to the teacher and claims his test paper. He sat down first before he checked the mark written on the upper left side of the paper. He chuckles.

He turns on his chair and looks at you with that same boastful smirk riding on the edge of his lips. This can't be good, you thought to yourself. He picks up his test paper and showed you the result written on it. He points at it and mouths 'A hundred percent', which added fuel to your fire as you started to grip harder on your paper and gritted your teeth. "Congratulations, Mr. Sim on acing the test this time again," The teacher announced to which made the students clap their hands and cheer for the blonde male.

He winks at you in a teasing manner, his smirk growing wider at the sight of your reaction. "This will be the last, Sim," you threatened the male in a whisper, stabbing the younger male with multiple knives inside your head. That male just knew how to strike your nerve in the worst possible way. Jaeyun had always been the type of male to test your limits since the beginning of his transfer in the school.

Academically, Jaeyun or Jake, for short, always competed with you and he didn't even try to surpass you, because he always did. Even if you did your studies night to day, every hour, Jaeyun was always a step ahead of your every action. It's as though he's able to read your mind and he takes advantage to know your every move and hold you back down. It's almost like a neverending play of chess.

Right after classes, your classmates quickly made their way to Jake to congratulate him and patted him on the back for a job well done. Acting modest, he continued on saying he just got lucky, as per usual, and your classmates would simply praise him that he is just THAT smart. If he had to answer a 500-item pen and paper test, Jake would have still aced it.

Angrily, you hitch your bag over your shoulder and stood up almost immediately, dragging the chair which took the attention of your classmates. You clap your hands, in full sarcasm. "Always at the top, Sim. It makes my heart swell with pride as the class president," You stated with a faux smile, approaching the group. "Keep it up," You said, before placing a hand on Jake's shoulder and gives it a nice, painful pinch which made Jake scream and stand away from you. With a smirk on your face, you smugly looked at him and walked away without any sense of guilt.

"I'll fucking beat that knucklehead one day." You went on, cursing the Australian in your head. For once, all you wanted was to just speed up your way to the top. You always wished there is a shortcut to beating that blonde you've always loathed. One day, maybe not today, you'll make sure Jake regrets ever trying to compete with you. To the point where Jake will be on his knees, begging for your mercy. You chuckle smugly at the thought of it, finding it hilarious that Jake will soon be desperate.

You chugged down your sixth liter-bottle of beer and let out a sigh as you started to slur, your eyes barely open as you spoke. "You know, I don't even care if he's here. I'll speak about how much I hate him, even if it meant exchanging my life for it," you said, Jake hearing everything as one side of his lips lifted up casually and took a sip from his own drink,

witnessing everything. Starting from how you tried to deny the offer to drink, down to where you were already lifting bottles of beer to your mouth. He had to admit, he found it cute that you're being all drunk and still have it in you to express how much you despise him.

"I appreciate how you still think about me. Even when you're this drunk already, L/N." Jake wanted to see your reaction, so he tried to tease you as you knitted your brows and stood up. You approached him, not even able to walk straight, but still made it to him as the taller male looked at you with that expression of pride written all over his face, arms crossed in front of his chest. "Want to say something, Y/N?" He mocked you, you looked at him, dead in the eyes, before you're finally engulfed by a sudden wave of sleepiness and fell to the ground which shocked everyone, but the Australian.

He heaved out a sigh of relief, while he stood up and decided to pick you up, carrying you in his arm. "Don't worry, everyone. I'll make sure Y/N gets home safely," Jake stated and everyone, with furrowed brows, could only nod their head as the strong male bid them farewell with a reassuring smile and carried you out of the place and into his car's passenger seat, settling you down comfortably. "Oh god, you're so heavy." He hears you groan, your lips pushed forward into a pout, your brows meeting at the middle. He laughs softly at the sight.

When you're finally settled down, he puts your seatbelt on and made his way to his side of the car, whistling to a tune he always heard on the radio when he went to school. He didn't exactly find it his cup of tea, but it sure was a catchy one that his brain endlessly played like a broken record. Although, he knew you'd be the one who'll mostly like the song. You loved a little bit of classical jazz music in your playlist.

He knew you to well, all because he's been admiring you since the beginning. Since before the time you found him inferior and considered him as an academic rival. Especially the way you treated him on his first day. He didn't know anything about the place and froze in his place, standing idly, not knowing where to go even when he already had in his hand the school map. "Uh..." Jake uttered out, confused and looked around him. This didn't look like the school cafeteria at all. He looked back down at his map and scratched his head. "I think I'm lost," He said in a whisper.

"Oh?" He heard a voice start from behind him. It took his attention, averting his gaze from his towards you who seemed as confused as him. "Sim Jaeyun, right? The new kid," You asked him and the male nods his head in reply. You drew nearer to him with a smile, all the while asking him a question. "What are you doing here, all alone? Perhaps, lost?"

The used to be ravenette sighed and gave you another nod. "I am. I think. This map doesn't seem to be doing its work. I was trying to get to the cafeteria for lunch, but then look where it brought me," He answered, his brows knitted together a little in temperance. You managed to get a sight of the map he was using and noticed something a little funny to you.

"Well, it would also seem that what you're 'working on', is upside down," You td him with a small chuckle and adjusted the paper he held and turned it around. "There. That should do it." You let out a giggle, finding his antics a tad bit cute when he blushes red out if pure embarrassment. He couldn't even look at you in the eye. "Anyways, I was just headed to the cafeteria. Wanna join me?" You asked the other male, who simply nods for the third time of your interaction with him.

He knew he an just missed being able to communicate with you like that without being too cocky. Because since the time you began to see him as a rival to be at the top of the class, all he ever could think of doing is get on your nerves. He had to admit, the praises he received the first time he had a higher mark than you gave his ego a huge push to do better. But, that was his mistake. Weren't for that, you wouldn't have changed a thing and he wouldn't be stressing about the expectation of others.

Sure, he didn't have to make an effort to exceed, but he had his worst days as well. He's human after all. He literally overthinks about the simplest things. Sometimes, his instincts just seem to stop working when he's stumped or when he's not feeling well at all. He feels stupid after that and when that happens, he'd consider himself incompetent and dumb. Sometimes, he just wanted to seek for your help and bask in your warmth to calm him down. But, alas, the situation between you two is complicated snd immature.

He shakes his head to push the thoughts away and sighs through the holes of his nose, relaxing for a minute before he inserts his car key in and starts the engine up, but before he could even move his hand to maneuver, he feels a hand on his thigh. His eyes moved towards your hand, then to you and gets a shock when he realizes you are sobbing. "Y/N—"

"I hate you, Jake. I know I should," You commented and Jake just went all ears on what you have to say. Something must be troubling you that you had to break your bottled up emotions. "But, do I really? Or is it the fact that I get jealous when you get a little too close with other people? I should have been the only one who knew your wits. I should have been the only who knew you really well. It should have only been me," You stated which garnered a shocked look on Jake who couldn't believe what he was hearing. Did you just confess to him?

"I've liked you Jake. Since your transfer. That's why I treated you different than the others. I was so proud of you the first time you received a test result higher than mine," You said with a small smile on your face, yet tears still fell from your eyes. "But when others started to get too close to you, I wanted them to stop. That's why I tried to surpass you, so they wouldn't get too close, but you always did and it made me angry. Jealous." You looked up at him and your eyes locked together, both longing for something to satisfy their love deprived hearts.

You lift your hand up to feel the smooth skin of his face, caressing it gently. "I want to be the only one, Jake," You said, your eyes never leaving his hazel brown orbs. "I want you to just take me as yours." And it only took that for Jake to break, the both of you felt the visible tension between you two, before he quickly removes the seat belt you have on and desperately let both of your lips collide together as though longing for each other's heat.

Your faces moved in different positions to accommodate the sens of your kiss, a soft moan moved past your lips, the other male swallowing the noise down, which switched something inside of him. Something that unlocked hidden intentions inside of him. It wasn't that hard for Jake to suddenly take the lead as he pushed his tongue inside your wet cavern as he started to make your tongues dance in a rhythm only the both of you knew. He languidly moves his tongue inside you and made sure to have a taste of every corner of your mouth, as your eyes fell close, only focused in the heat of the moment.

After a few minutes, Jake was the first to pull away, resting his head on yours. "Did you want this, Y/N?" Jake smirks, wiping the tears from your cheeks, as you blushed and shyly nodded your head. "Wanna take this to my house, yeah?" Jake suggested, before he plants a small kiss on your forehead.

You hear him throw his car keys somewhere inside the room as he pulls you towards him and latch his lips onto yours which you accepted, before you push further to deepen the kiss. Jake sees this as an invitation as he sticks his tongue back in you to finish off what he started earlier and took no effort to link his with yours, which made the taller male smirk and you felt it all on the skin of your face.

Jake cups your face to hold you in place as he took back his lead and manages to do all the work, while you quickly tried to match his pace. A hefty laugh resonate from the Australian's throat, then pulls away earning a soft whimper from you at the loss of contact. "You're a bad kisser, Y/N. Did you know that?" One side of his lips curves upward into a smirk. "It doesn't matter. I could teach you all night," He said, before he takes your lips again to continue basking in your taste.

You pull down on the bottom of his shirt. Jake gives you time for a breather and looks straight at you like a predator to its prey. "T-Take it off," You told him, but the male was a tease and decided to make you look funny. He found it cute. He can't help it.

"Take what off?" Jake tilts his head to the side, feeling pretentious. You know he's teasing you, but you gave in to him. You completely willed to submit to him.

"Take your clothes off, please." You sounded like you were begging for something from the male and you are at this point. You wanted to see his piping hot body. The ones you've only seen in photos of others.

Jake laughs darkly. "Well, aren't you an impatient one. But, sure. If that's what my prince wants." The nickname makes you look up at him with your cheeks tinted red. Even in the darkness of the room Jake could see the blush on your face. He raises a brow and licks his lips. "You're a little shy after I called you—"

"Don't... say it, again," You told him. The other male gently lets go of you, as he takes your hand and presses on a switch that automatically turned the room bright red. "Where are you taking me?" You asked the male.

"Help me take my clothes off." The male suggested as he sat himself down on his bed, effortlessly placing you down his lap, your feet dangling on either side of his muscular thighs. You didn't know what to do with this man. He completely looks like he's been doing this for who knows how long. Suddenly, you find yourself overthinking.

He takes your attention when he takes your hand and placed your hand on his chest. He saw you frozen in place, then he leans his head forward towards you. Meanwhile, you tried to keep the distance between you two, but Jake pulls on your arm which forces you to move closer, an audible yelp coming out of your mouth. "I know you want to," Jake hissed, his words falling like venom.

You slowly looked at his body, then back up at him. Jake gave you a nod of approval and removes his grip on your hand to let you do your job on your own. Now that you've been given the chance, you didn't let it get away, but the same thought circled around your head. It's gotten worse in just a span of a minute that Jake noticed. The male halting his plays for a while and worries about you first.

"Something in your head, Y/N?" You're quickly snapped awake from your train of thoughts and raised your head to face him. "What's worrying you, hon? Care to tell? I don't mind listening for a while." He sounded really worried right now.

You shake your head in reply. "It's nothing. I just got distracted a little," You answered, but Jake didn't fully buy it. He knew something was bothering you.

The blonde pushes his hair back and sighed, propping himself back with his hand and uses the spare one to caress the side of your face. "Y/N, I can't just do anything while I know something's troubling you. It's just not right," Jake commented, his brows furrowed in concern. His hazel brown orbs were looking directly into your E/C ones. "Tell me what's bothering you," Jake gave you an encouraging smile.

You hesitated and gave it a little thought, your lips pursed. You opened your mouth to tell him what's om your mind. "How long have you been doing this? I mean, bringing men or women into your place for this kind of things?" You asked him, which sounded too arrogant, yet your sincerity seeped through your words. You are skeptical and you wanted assurance from Jake.

"I've never brought anyone into my house or anywhere at all. You'd be my first. If it helps, uh, it's a little embarrassing, but books. I learned how people gets turned on by words like that through the books I read," Jake scratched the back of his neck.

You raise him a brow and giggle. "What kind of books are you reading?" You ask him.

Jake finds this cute, that you're being curious about the things he likes to read, but decided to use it to tease you. "Do you want me to show you?"

"Will you?" You asked him, but Jake looks at you only with a smirk.

Jake lets out a soft chuckle, before his voice turns an octave lower as he drew closer to you and whispered into your ear. "I will, but not now. We still have a show to finish," Jake tells you and you immediately blush. You bury your head in the crook of his neck out of embarrassment. The laughter from the taller male reverberates through his thick skin as you nestled your head closer to him. "Stop acting shy now, Y/N. We were just getting started," he teases with a mocking laughter.

Jake takes initiative and starts creating marks on your exposed neck, which made you pull away and cover the part where it felt wet to you. You look at Jake, who only looked calm with a smile on his face. "Jake, what..." You let out in disbelief. "Just not somewhere that's not easy to hide,"

You hear a low chuckle from the other male. "Honey, this is fun and all, but I can't be doing all the wotk here," He said, the sound of his voice sending shivers down your spine, with every strand of hair on your skin standing om its end. "It's time you get on your knees and show me what you're made of, Y/N."

His voice didn't sound anything like the ones youd usually here at school. Where he's always too pitchy and happy-go-lucky, right now he's acting like a totally different person. If you were still drunk (which you still are, but just a bit), you wouldn't even think this was Jake you're paired up with.

You hear the sound of the bed shuffle which took your attention. You feel his hot breathe near your ear before he whispers. "Clock is ticking, L/N,"

You shyly nodded your head, you wished he won't notice just how flushed your face is getting with the way he's treating you. It's too sexy and too much of it might actually kill you. You started to move downwards, the bleach haired male's eyes lingering, watching your every move.

As you start to get down on your knees, Jake uses the moment to unbutton his button down shirt as though to coax you into doing more with him. It's his sign that he's getting excited, besides the growing bulge that formed a huge tent on his pants.

You looked up to see Jake gently eyeing you down, before he gave you a nod of approval, but your eyes fell down his well-built abdomen. You gulped as you felt yourself get hard at the sight. "Don't worry, prince. Everything you see is yours," You blush harder at his statement. "Now, get to work," his authoritative voice sounded less threatening and more calm. He's being gentle with you.

You took his dick out from its restraints, Jake biting his lips when he felt the cold air come in contact with his now exposed member. On instinct, Jake's hand find its way on top of your head, his head thrown back. He knows you're trying to teas him, but he'll just have to see how far you'll go until he finally had enough.

Jake lets out a silent sigh when he feels the wetness of your mouth start to revolve around the tip of his cock. "Ah, fuck..." Jake groans out in pure pleasure, a proud smirk glued itself onto his face, his fingers entangling themselves with your short H/C locks, turned on at he sight of you om your knees while you tried to fit his girth in both your hand and mouth.

He wouldn't say he had a big package, but it was a fuel to his ego to see you having a hard time to fit him all in. You tried to push your head down, but it felt like immediately making you gag as you pulled away. "Y-You're too big, Jake," you gave a comment, which only fed his ego more.

"There's no complaining when we're this far already, Y/N." Jake tried to make it seem that he's not flattered with the words that came out of your mouth. You complied to him and put his thick head back into your mouth, this time pushing him deeper into your wet cavern.

Jake's breathe hitched at the action, before you start to bob your head at a slow pace, trying to fit all that you can take of the foreigner's thick rod into your mouth. To you, Jake owned an unusual size for a dick, I mean, before you can even take him all in, you're already choking. You're not even halfway there yet.

You swallow around his cock which earned you a whistle from Jake who lets out a pleasured sigh, before you hear a low groan from above you, Jake stroking the roots of your hair slowly. "Didn't know you had a talent for sucking a cock good. Guess I just didn't see it in you," Jake smirks, using his feet nearest to your crotch to grope the outline of your own cock in your pants.

You let out a moan, muffled by the massive size of his cock in your mouth and the contact of his touch on your dick. The vibrations sends sensations down his cock, whilst Jake couldn't handle it any longer, the hand behind your head grabs a fistful of your hair before he thrusts his whole length in your mouth, forcing you to take all of his length. "I guess, I'll have to take matters into my own hands after all.

You immediately gagged, eyes widening in shock while you tried to get away from Jake, but the latter held you in place as though he didn't want to let you get away. Before you could even comprehend anything, he gives you a really rough start, as gagging noise came out of you mouth, your eyes rolling back to the back of your head.

Unconsciously, you've already wet your pants upon the pleasure of his force. "Fucking whore. You came because of that?" Jake laughs in a sinister manner, smirking proudly.

His pace was rigorous and didn't give you the chance to adjust, but without much of a choice you had to even if it takes you long enough before you grow accustomed to his movements and his massive cock. It isn't easy. After all, this is your first time... since the last time you had which was way back before you even stepped your second year in college.

Jake continued to fasten his pace, gritting his teeth as he just used you to become his personal fleshlight, groaning and moaning at the sensation he felt when his cock endlessly hit he back of your throat. Holy shit, Y/N. Your mouth.. hah, I fucking love your mouth. FUCK!" He lets out, his eyes shutting close when he gives your mouth one last strong thrust, moving oast your throat

You quickly choked, but immediately relaxed your gag reflex when you start to feel something warm flow down the tightness of your throat. Having no much choice, you chose to let Jake take control over you, giving up instantly to his command as you swallowed his cum, not wasting a single drop.

He thrusts a few more times to ride out his high, panting. He lets his cock rest in you for a while as you use your tongue to wipe him clean. "Shit..." Jake moves his hair back as he lets you do your own thing, his body falling back his bed.

Now that he's completely exposed, he casually just removes his pants that fell down his ankles after you were done with what you had to do.

You got back up to your feet, wiping your mouth. Jake, then remembers that you've completely soiled your pants because of his doing. He sat up and grabs something from the side of his table. It was a towel. "Let's get you cleaned up," Jake said with a much more kind tone to his voice.

He stands from his bed, still completely naked, except for the polo he was wearing. He held out a hand for you to take, which you did nd he guides you to his bathroom. "Let me know if you need anything, aight?" He told you, before he gives your cheek a kiss and leaves you to be on your own and closed the door, but then opens it again. "Or do you want me to shower with—"

"No! I mean, I'm okay on my own, Jake. Th-Thanks." You quickly cut him off, the male rising his hands in surrender and backs away as he closed the door. Once he disappears from your sight, you let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding. "What... What is happening?"

The teacher starts to talk right after he did a roll call, the students jotting down notes in their notebook as to not miss anything tht are being spoken by the teacher. It could come in handy at times, especially knowing that this specific teacher does not provide any kind of learning material for the students. Considering it as 'spoon feeding' which shouldn't be done since the students are already in college.

You and Jake, on the other hand, showed little to no attention to the lecture. One had a smile on his face after the scenario that had already lasted a few weeks. It carved a very special place in his heart and brain. The other was feeling anxious after the events that took place several nights prior to this day. He didn't know whether it was the fact that he completely showed how vulnerable and submissive he was or the fact that he and and the other have something more precious going on between them two and he decided to just keep it a secret for now. You being the latter.

Knowing Jake, he'd probably not even try to hide it. At least, he'll think he's trying, but end up making it seem a little obvious. Take this time right now for example, he'd be sending you sweet glances with no effort to even hide it and gives you a flying kiss. And, get this, he's sitting in front, while your seated at the back aisle.

"Mr. Sim Jaeyun." The mention of the male's name makes you flinch on your seat as Jake turns towards the teacher casually and smiles. "Can you please answer the question written on the board?"The teacher asks the blonde.

Without even reading the question, he shrugs his shoulders and shake his head. "Unfortunately, sir. I have not opened any of my notes last night. Not even a single one, but Mr. L/N may have an idea." The answer made everyone turn their attention towards you, your eyes growing wide as saucers. "Right, Mr. L/N?" You gave the male a look that asked him what in the world is he trying to do right now?

"Mr. L/N? You have been recommended by Mr. Sim. I suppose you have the answer, correct?" The teacher asked and your eyes focused on the question on the board. Jake laughing softly all the while.

You stood up from your seat, the room growing silent as they anticipate your answer. "Well, to answer the question and for clarification it suggests that you could only save one from two of the dying patients. One being a baby and the other a mother. In this case, in the matter of ethics, it's only logical to save the mother rather than what is unborn. It's plausible, since the mother has stored more values in them than what was yet to live. That.. that would be my answer, sir," You stated. Jake felt so proud of you, right now. "I'm sorry, sir. Can you please excuse me and Mr. Sim? I have important matters to speak with him," You asked for permission from the teacher who nods his head.

"Go ahead," The teacher answers you and you gave him a bow and moves towards Jake's desk and grabs him by the hand nd drags him outside wih you.

A good distance away from the room, you halt your steps and sigh. "Jake, what. The. Hell. You're not even trying to make it seem not obvious," You told the male who just chuckles and and shrugs. "Jake, please. I'm serious. You don't know what will happen if they found out that we're... that we're dating," You said meekly.

"Don't you like it?" Jake pouts. The one he knew you couldn't simply ignore. He knew because you told him that one night, which you find embarrassing now that you're completely sober. You looked away from him with a huff, the taller male only hanging his head low, akin to a dog who feels dejected.

You can't believe this guy. One minute, he acts tough and mighty while he tease you, and suddenly he's acting like a child in front of you. Is he being for real right now? "Jaeyun. You can't snake your way in again with that," You told him, but the male never faltered, making you roll your eyes, before you open your arms to embrace him. "Fine, I'll admit. That was pretty cute of you, but it will affect your final output if you keep pulling such stunts everytime you're asked. I'll get the chance to answer when it's my turn, okay?" You said.

Jake lifts his head a little to face you. You notice the small action and lean backward to see his eyes. They were red? Was he crying?! "Jake! What—I mean, why are you crying?" You asked him completely concerned.

"I thought you were going to hate me," Jake stated out through his tears which internally made your heart leap with joy. You couldn't help, but smile sweetly at him. You could see how much he truly cherished the relationship. He certainly did not want to lose you anytime now. We'll see what happens in the future.

You reached for his face and wiped the tears from his eyes that fell down his cheeks. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Nothing could ever make me hate you, Jakey. Not unless you start throwing hands. For sure, I'll hate you," You told him and Jake immediately shakes his head as to say 'no', sniffing.

"I could never do that to you. I promise!" Jake cutely swears; even raised an arm up to symbolize he genuinely promised. "I would never do anything to hurt you, prince," he said, before he caress the top of your head with both of his hands and plants a kiss on top of your head. "'cause if I lose you, I'll be losing my world," Jake says something straight out of a novel, yet again. Ones you've read.

"Hey, stop quoting 'If I Ever Love Again'." You gave him a playful slap to the side of his arm and chuckled softly. You hear Jake do the same thing as you look up at him. "Thank you, Jake," You said to him, as to test him if he remembered the things you told him. That when you tell him 'thank you' it meant—

"I love you, too, Y/N. My prince," Jake replied with the sweetest smile riding his lips. "I'll never forget anything. Not even the smallest things," He said and booped your nose with his. You gave him a shy smile and just buried your face in his chest. "What a shy little prince you are."

[little-cereal-draws]

Incorrect Odysseus and Astyanax quotes (inspired by @nonbinarylocalcryptid 's post)

Astyanax: That’s why we needed to get an expert. Odysseus: Oh, really? Who did you get? Astyanax: Odysseus: Oh! Right, that’s me… Yes.

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Odysseus to Astyanax: I'm leaving for the weekend, so I hid 100 dollars in your room for food. Clean your room, and you will find it.

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Astyanax: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

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Odysseus: See, the problem is, Astyanax, you’re playing 3D chess. I’m playing 4D. Astyanax: I’m playing checkers. I don’t know what the fuck you’re playing.

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Astyanax: Oh, fiddlesticks. Odysseus: Look, I understand this is a tense situation, but let's watch the fucking language.

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Astyanax, upon learning how Odysseus did a magic trick: So you’re not magic? Odysseus: Well, not really. Astyanax: You’re just a liar.

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Odysseus: Why is it so hard for you to believe me?! Astyanax: Odysseus: Oh, right. The lying.

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Odysseus: We’ll find another route, it’s not safe for amateur adventurers. Astyanax: That sounds like a challenge. Odysseus: I have to stress, that is not a challenge. Astyanax: …Is exactly what you say to dissuade the weak of heart from accepting the challenge. Well, challenge accepted! Odysseus: There is no challenge!

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Odysseus: Thought I was meowing back at my cat for the past hour, but it was just me and Astyanax meowing at each other from different ends of the boat.

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Astyanax: What do you do for a living? Odysseus: I exist against my will.

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Astyanax: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark* Astyanax: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Store Associate: Well, I- Astyanax: How about "You killed my mom?" Store Associate: No… Astyanax: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Astyanax: *writes ‘You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.’*

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Astyanax: That sounds like a terrible plan. Odysseus: Oh, we've had worse.

[inbabylontheywept]

Hey, so for context it's 3:45 AM where I am, and I'm stark awake at this hour because I had to take a nap yesterday due to eating a meal I really shouldn't have that is still wreacking havoc on my intestines. I'm definitely going to regret sending this ask HARD once the sun comes up, but I've been doing a lot of unadvisable shit on the internet over the past 3 days so why not add this to the pile.

I'm kind of having a weird emotional thing right now over your last post because it's just too ridiculous to be true, and I'm realizing the majority of your blog is probably all creative writing not intended to be taken seriously, but I've believed everything you've claimed to be a true story up until this point? And now I'm faced with either being a gullible fool, or an asshole for saying this if it IS all true, and I have to ask or I'll never know? I shouldn't be letting this get to me but it is.

So please, I ask sincerely and with no intention of being a jackass, are your life stories actually all true, or are they supposed to come across as obviously exaggerated or wholly fictional? I'm sure I could piece it together if I lay in bed and thought about it for an hour or two, but I think I'll just take the L and ask outright because fuck it.

But THEN if it truly is just a creative writing blog, would you keep the bit going and claim it's all real when it's not? Like, do you see why I'm going crazy? I am a very gullible, easily lied to person and that has lead me to be on high alert, but I almost always jump at the wrong things and come across as a distrustful asshole, so?? Will you assume this ask itself is LARP because of all the specific details I tacked on, which are intended to garner a sense of sincerity? I'm realizing I may have been playing checkers with someone playing chess all this time and I'm wigging out man

So, I'll start with the small stuff first:

The camp was in Prescott, AZ, in the mountains, over labor day weekend which is in late fall. I don't know the actual temperatures as numbers, but the people at the camp spent more time being cold than hot. The camp organizers also did bring a ludicrous amount of the pink sauce. I don't think the campsite itself was ever intended to provide potable water, just utility water for the showers and dishes and other non-for-direct-consumption tasks. So in that area, the camp people overprepared because Arizonans don't fuck around with dehydration.

I'm also pretty sure they had some water available, they were just very careful with it. I think there were a few diabetic kids, and they were making sure they wouldn't have to subsist on the weird gatorade like everyone else. Maybe. I don't honestly know.

But that's one story, and the thing that you're really asking is, are all these stories fake? Is it all just creative writing? And the answer to that is a soft no.

As a writer, I'm pretty strongly influenced by Patrick McManus. A lot of my stories are told in the American Tall Tale style - which is exaggerated, and dramaticized, but tells a story that is true nonetheless. I am going to keep the specifics of the exaggeration and dramatization between myself and God, but I would look at my stories and say that they're each more than 80% true. I hope that relieves some of your stress.

I wouldn't call what I do creative writing exercises. But I also wouldn't encourage you to take them 100% seriously. Both because I talk a big game, and because they are, at the end of the day, just funny stories. I certainly wouldn't want you to lose any more sleep over them.

You aren't a jackass for expressing incredulity. It's part of my style, and I welcome it. I also wouldn't call you a gullible fool for believing things in the past. We're good, you and I, and I've enjoyed having you as a reader. I hope you keep reading. Just, maybe not at 3:45 AM. Take care of yourself, Babylon

[nmr0709]

Lucid dreaming

Aka Caleb's standard myth

Spoilers:

First off- why did every myth not have a satisfactory ending?! Infold, you'll put every single girl in depression. I wasn't over Sylus's dragon myth and then this?

Onto main-

MC visits Skyhaven, for a mission with Farspace fleet .

Caleb is super smart. Hell, he'll give even Dr.Zayne a run for his money. Fucking sly fox this guy is.

He guesses her purpose, invites him over to his place.

Beautiful house. Beautiful place.

Long story short, he's nominated as a new Commander of Tuum fleet, with the previous commander and soldiers being placed under him. MC is there to investigate this and he gives her the files for clearance.

MC notices that things ain't adding up. People who were hostile, after medical examination are now docile. Before she can catch one person, Caleb comes in with food and tells her he has a meeting.

Caleb- knows MC better than she knows herself. And has planned down 20 steps ahead of her. Never give this man chess to play. He'll wreck everyone hands down.

Cue MC snooping around( again) and getting caught( again). Really girl? Really? Why the hell .... There's a reason you're on field and never in covert ops..but Pls Learn Subtlety

She manages to steal a chip and access his files before being revoked access and Caleb confronts her. Says either you be happy and stay out of this mess or I'll be dragged to HQ and questioned.

At this point- Caleb is shady af. Like so shady he makes Sylus pale in comparison.

Next up mega banquet to celebrate Caleb's promotion.

Caleb is attacked by the previously demoted colonel and company, he sends MC away to safety while he deals with them.

Guy has no qualms about manipulating her just so she can stay safe?! Like red flag but also green?

MC waiting for him realises she's been duped, and self implants a chip without him knowing.

The man that he is- goes to her- tells her she is his forever- and faints in her arms.

Guy is scary fine but absolutely down for her. Like yandere tendencies and controlling and possesive...gurl you down bad for him? It's toxic but...idk at this point. She enables him a lot ngl

Next- Caleb faints, has a seizure, and loses all his memories thanks to his chip

MC- she plays him and tells him he is hers. Gives no in lination of telling him anything about his lost memories. ( GURLL WHATT?!!)

They go to an amusement park- she faints thanks to her chip- turns out Caleb had all his memories and was playing her.

What in the 5D chess is this??!! Caleb my man. My amazing hunk of revived corpse and flesh. Wut. I'm shook. But very very impressed with your tactics ngl. Extremely well played.

MC is taken to infirmary to get her chip removed forcefully - she will lose her memories but will retain some recall of it.

cue her throwing a fit- refusing it- Caleb somehow convincing her ( slight gaslighting?)

She's done with him. Removes his tie and coat.

Those bite marks on his hand? Hers. Apparently he gives her his hand everytime she's sick so that she doesn't accidently bite her own tongue off. ( So sweet man but don't distract me)

MC is ultimately forced to have the chip removed. Has little recollection of ehatvexactly happened on Skyhaven. And goes back.

End note-

Infold I will curate every single myth and play it on loop till you cry.

Point is- amazing amazing portrayal of Caleb and backstory. Human experimentation for the ultimate weapon, Caleb being chosen and put through it( not all details revealed yet in myth) , him being forced to give up his emotions and humanity and yet, he never forgets MC.

Caleb is the walking red flag of LADS but.. idk even at this point. Guy's like the morally grey character with a solid backstory and reasoning for it. Can't wait for more.

To the fans thinking Sylus is a red flag? Brothers and sisters, compared to this Bucky Barnes inspired persona, he's a green forest.

More on analysis and emo dump later.

Toodaloo!! And thanks for reading this monster of a post.