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lancestrollsgf · 5 months ago

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# STOP LOOKING AT ME WITH THOSE EYES ! YANDERE! AXEL KOVACEVIC X READER, WRITTEN

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# WARNINGS: not a good interpretation of a yandere (not intense), lowercase intended, female! reader, use of y/n, spelling/grammar errors, possible OOC axel and gullible reader, established relationship, messy writing, and maybe bad descriptions. good ending!! + a cute extra scene at the end

# SUMMARY: you decided to follow your boyfriend to the torment he was participating in. due to not making many friends in highschool in croatia, being in a new environment and country could be a possibility to make new friends, but by the way axel is acting, he doesn’t seem to like that.

# AUTHOR’S NOTE: i did have to watch season 6 again to really get a good intro on axel again, i also did some research/watch interviews, hoping it is right. in this axel is 16 years old and is from croatia, balkans. meaning that axel is going to school in croatia and went to hong kong for training with sensei wolf. i know that it wasn't shown but pretend that axel and reader actually had time and would at least in someway interact with the other characters (more like just miyagi do). i apologize for this being on the short side, i’m still trying to get the hang of writing again. word count: 1100. here is the link of the song the title is named after!

# REQUESTED: YES

axel has been your boyfriend for a while now, and you've always been by his side—more voluntarily than anything, considering how hard it was for you to make friends in your high school back in croatia. it wasn’t that you were unlikable, just that people didn’t seem to care enough to get close. axel was different, though. from the moment he noticed you, it was like you were the only person in his world.

when he told you he was leaving for the tournament, you didn’t hesitate to follow. a new environment, a new country—it sounded like an opportunity, a fresh start. maybe this time, things would be different. maybe you could finally belong somewhere. but axel… he didn’t seem to like that idea.

it started small. a hand on your lower back when you tried to talk to someone new. standing just a little too close when another competitor greeted you. answering for you when someone would ask a question. his grip would tighten, his voice always calm but firm, a quiet reminder.

stay close to me.

you brushed it off at first. axel had always been protective. he said it was because he knew what people were really like— how they used and discarded others when it suited them. you didn't want to believe that.

but then came the glares. the cold, sharp eyes watching every interaction you had. the way his jaw clenched whenever someone so much as smiled at you. the way his mood soured whenever you laughed at someone else's joke.

then the words.

"we're leaving soon, don't get to close"

"they're pretending to be nice, they're trying to get to me"

"i'm the only one who understands you"

at first, you tried to ignore it. axel had always been intense— possessive, even —but he had his reasons. he didn't trust easily, and he never let his guard down. but now, that wasn't just directed at his opponents in the tournament. it was now aimed at anyone who got too close to you.

it started off small. a hand on your wrist when you lingered too long in a conversation. a sharp look when miguel or hawk cracked a joke that made you laugh. the way he always seemed to position himself between you and someone else. like an unspoken barrier.

at first, the others found it ammusing.

"man, your boyfriend's intense," hawk had said nudging miguel after axel all but dragged you away from a conversation. "you sure he let's you breathe?" miguel had given you a sympathetic glance, but he didn't push. sam, on the other hand, did.

"you know that you can talk to whoever you want, right?" she asked one afternoon when axel had stepped away for a minute, due to his sensei wanting to have a conversation with him.

"i know," you had said, but the words felt hollow. because deep down, you knew it wasn't about permission. it was about him. about the way axel saw the world— how he believed people couldn't be trusted. and more than anything, it was about his fear of losing you.

but it couldn't go on like this.

that night, after most of the competitors had gone back to their rooms, you found him outside, leaning against the railing of the balcony of your shared rooms. the bright active city lights reflected in his eyes, but his expression was unreadable.

"you're mad," he said before you could even open your mouth. "i'm frustrated," you corrected, stepping closer. "axel... you have to stop this. i want to be here with you, but i can't do that if you keep pushing everyone else away." his grip tightened on the railing. "i'm not pushing them away. i'm protecting you."

"from what?" you asked, starting to get irritated. "from people being nice to me? from me finally being able to have the chance to make friends?"

he turned to face you then, his gaze sharp but conflicted. "people lie. they act friendly, they pretend to care— but in the end, they always let you down." his voice was steady, but there was something beneath it. something raw. "not everyone," you said softly, reaching for his hand. "not me."

for a moment, he didn't move. then, slowly, his fingers curled around yours, his grip firm, but not forceful. "i don't want to lose you," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "you won't," you promised. "but you have to trust me the way I trust you."

axel exhaled sharply, looking away. you could tell it wasn't easy for him, to let go of control. but after a moment, he nodded. "...alright," he muttered. "but if they give me a reason to not trust them—"

"i know," you interrupted, a small smile tugging at your lips. "you'll be watching." a smirk ghosted across his face, and for the first time in a while. his presence didn't feel suffocating. it felt grounding.

— extra scene funny and cute!! (y/n and axel are sitting with miyagi do in this scenario and they have a good relationship with them in this scene.)

the shift in axel hadn't gone noticed. while he still had his moments—hovering nearby whenever someone got a little too friendly—he wasn’t shutting you off from the rest of the world anymore.

during a lunch with all the teams in the tournament, miguel nudged hawk and nodded toward the two of you. “dude, i think your little intervention worked.” hawk smirked, taking a bite of his food. “told you. y/n just had to remind him that she’s her own person, and won’t go anywhere.” hawk replied quietly.

demetri, who had been wary of axel ever since the tense standoff, finally realized enough to sit at the same table again. “so, we’re actually allowed to talk to you now?” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

axel shot him a look, but there’s no hostility behind it. “don’t push it.” tory leaned back in her chair, smirking. “hey, progress is progress.”

even sam, who has been quietly observing, gave a small nod of approval. “it’s nice to see you with us instead of watching from a distance.”

you squeezed axel’s hand under the table, and for once, he didn’t flinch away from the attention. instead, he met your gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

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the end!!! 😄😄 if anyone from the better norris series is reading this, part three is coming soon! just trying to get through the axel requests, which i am open to more requests, before posting the third part. ( i am working on part four rn )

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jinkiezzsstuff · 1 year ago

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Met The Devil

lucifer x human!reader

based on folklore about the devil, cause i thought that would be cool teehee

Part [2]

Warnings: SMUT 18+, implied fem reader (clit use), based on devil folklore so possibly ooc lucifer, so sorry but lucifer our boy ain’t that caught up on lilith here, penetrative sex, didn’t proof read so lmk if you see any mistakes, no mention of hairtype/bodytype/skin colour, swearing,

Word count: 4K

Your shoes clacked against the concrete, water from puddles splashing out from underneath your feet. The rain poured down vigorously, and unforgivingly. Your hair ruined, your clothes soaked and your mood sour. It’s been a trying day starting off with a failed job interview and ending with bending over backwards for people who didn’t deserve it.

It wasn’t even like you couldn’t handle a problem, or a hurdle, but it seemed like every path you took led to a dead end. You were tired, broke, and felt drained, you would kill for just a break from the failure.

Your pace slowed long ago, not really wanting to return into a room full of loud family members with critical opinions. You dragged your feet through puddles of water, feeling the cold rain soak through. The storm raged on clouds continuing to pelt down fat droplets, you inhaled the smell of wet grass, damp concrete and mud as you strolled.

The amber street lights above you were dim, and your eyes danced around the street lazily, observing everything and nothing. Just a few feet away from you was a bus stop, with a shelter and a bench, figuring it’d be better to not be drenched completely, you decided you’d have a seat maybe the rain will dissipate.

You dragged your feet focusing down at them as you walked into the shelter. As you turned into it, you bumped into someone jolting you backwards slightly. Reflexively your head shot up from your feet to see a man’s back, he quickly turned to you. You observed his clothing his head held a rather out there looking white hat, shoulders holding up a long white chesterfield coat along with white boots to match his monochromatic look.

Meeting his eyes you admired the unique colour; they looked light brown, but they were such a concentrated colour it could’ve been mistaken for an amber or perhaps orange. He was very pale, and poking out of his hat extremely blonde hair you briefly had the thought of perhaps he just lacked in melanin; he was albino, and so you moved past it. Standing fairly short even with his boots, he seemed like a wealthy man, and perhaps a model too, there’s no way he couldn’t be with such a catching appearance. The man gave you a wide grin, showing off his sparkling teeth, perfect as you expected. “Hi!” The strange man shouted, a rich booming voice coming out of him. You didn’t know what voice you expected to hear from him, but the slightly unsure, sultry one definitely wasn’t it.

Stepping back from him lending him some personal space back, you smiled nervously. “Hi, i’m sorry i thought- well i didn’t see anyone in here, sorry.” The man ‘pfft’ at you, eyes closed momentarily, head tilted back. “It’s not a problem at all! Eh, i was just stopping by!” Waving at you he stepped futher in the bus shelter, opening his arm to welcome you in excitedly.

You watched him intently as you walked inside, you felt curious about him as he had an aura you couldn’t quite place. When inside you stood parallel to him, watching as his posture slowly decompressed like he was glad you were here. You briefly wondered what he meant by stopping by it didn’t seem like the appropriate term to use in this scenario, but you argued with yourself that he could’ve been flustered.

Gazing down at his arm a cane had appeared- one that wasn’t there before, you had to do double take, assuring yourself that you were seeing things correctly. As you did so, he leaned ever so slightly on it putting more trust in the cane then he probably should have. “An apple?” You questioned observing the handle that he grasped with gloved hands. His eyebrow rose with a confused expression gracing his gorgeously sculpted face waiting for you to elaborate. “Your cane, sir.” You smiled nodding toward it, feeling a strange sense of adoration him and for the far away look in his eyes, one you recognized. “Cane? Oh, OH! My cane, ha! Yes uh, apples. They’re, uh gods gift after all.”

Realization flooded his face, smirk reappearing as he leaned forward just a bit, as he did so you felt a sudden sense of familiarity that was almost sickening. You’ve never felt such a pull before to a person like you did in this moment. “Would you like an apple? It’s cold out, you must be tired after such a long tedious day.” Watching him as he dug into his pocket pulling out a decently sized apple- perfectly red as well.

Tilting your head to the side questioningly you ask; “How did you know my day was tedious?” The question came out gently, quiet, void of any accusation or fear. Instead you felt calm gazing from his captivating eyes to the apple, hand stallled just a bit away from yourself reaching toward. “It’s so evident on your face, you poor thing. Here go ahead sweetheart.” His voice that was once insecure, unsure and bouncing in pitch, was now relaxed, smooth and hypnotizing.

There was no malice or condescension in what he said, but rather an observation of what you failed to hide in your current state. Nodding with a short shrug, you reach further, the man meeting you half way to place the fruit in your palm. Your hand briefly touched his own gloved one, they were warm as ever, and you’d wish you could’ve gotten more of a feel.

Smiling at him you suddenly noticed his lids were covered in a lavender purple, perhaps you noticed because they were lidded at you now, unlike before when they were wide. His smile was lazy as he watched you bite into his fruit. It was probably one of the more fresher apples you’d ever bitten into, and as you swallowed the first bite your stomach growled, literally demanding more.

The strange man in white chuckled at the sound of your stomach, and before you could let embarrassment consume you he spoke. “See! So glad I found you, wouldn’t want you starving now would we?” It seemed he had gone back to his boisterous mood as he watched you crunch happily down.

“Thank you so much sir, this is such a good apple, really, did you grow this in your garden?” You asked him, he came closer standing beside you, the two of you now facing the road, looking out at the rain. “Mm, not my garden…” The man muttered under his breath, you quirked a brow humming at him barely hearing what he said. His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. “Heh! Oh nothing sweets! Don’t worry, i was just, uh, remembering some stuff. From. Like, the past.”

It was as if he’d lost his cool for a moment, stumbling over everything that came out of his mouth, his gaze fixed ahead at nothing. You admired the side of his face as you chewed the last bit of apple, his head slowly turned to you, eyes catching your own.

“You’re eyes are ethereal.” You breathe eyes squinted in focus as you drank him up. You didn’t fully mean to say what you said, it was something just burst out of you without restraint because you felt so strongly about the beauty they held.

Stuttering, he blushed finding it hard to gather the words under the heated look you were giving him. “Thank you, YN.” The man finally said easy going smile once again present on his face. Before you could say anything in return- including questioning how the hell he knew your name, he again reached in his pocket this time pulling out a single playing card the king of hearts. Furrowing your brows you accepted the card but didn’t understand why he gave it to you.

“Love a good game of cards, always have! I think we’ll see each other some day soon!” The man exclaimed smiling brightly at you, behind you, you could make out the sound of a bus coming up to your stop. You smiled and thankedthe man regardless of the oddities, he returned the gesture smiling toothily at you. He rested himself against his cane again watching you intently as you glanced behind you. The bus lights lit up your figure, and you supposed you’d get on for the rest of the ride home. Turning with a smile to say your farewells to the mystery man, your stomach dropped. The man had vanished, and you’d only looked away a second. Stepping out into the rain, you peered up and down the long streets, unable to see his white coat or hat in either direction.

Standing next to the curb the bus whined to a stop, the compressed air blowing out warmly at your legs. When the bus driver opened his doors, you stepped on tapping your finger against the safety glass. The conductor looked at you exhausted by the night and the people he handled.

“Sorry if this is strange, but did you see anyone in the bus shelter with me?” The diver looked at you and it was obvious to him he couldn’t care less, but you stayed put waiting the vocal confirmation. “No ma’am, but if i’m being honest i wasn’t paying attention.”

You nodded quickly eyes casted down, thanking him you put your toll in and walked your way down the isle. When in your seat, you pulled out the card once more to inspect it in the light. Your eyebrows lifted looking down at the card, written on the back where there was nothing before, now had beautiful calligraphic writing with an address on it.

Typing the address into your phone, it directed you to what looked to be a website where people posted looking for house sitters. Turning your mouth in a disgusted manor, you silently questioned why the hell this man would give you such a thing. Scrolling through the different enlistings, you boredly read through descriptions and pay killing time until your stop.

Just a few stops away from home, your thumb stopped on a house, it was a pretty decent home appeared to be some sort of log cabin. The pay they were willing to give was generous, and it was only for three days, oddly enough. Clicking on it, you read through the description, they asked not to bring pets, eat their food, or sleep in their bedrooms asking to bring something to sleep on.

It was a two hour commute by drive, but seeing as you didn’t drive, it was a four hour commute with the train. You sent the owner a quick message telling them that you needed the pay and you were willing to comply to all the rules no issues. After sending your message, you stood mirroring the robotic voice as it called the name of your stop.

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“Hi welcome!” Marie greeted you with a handshake, smiling at her you shook back. Walking into the cabin alongside Marie she explained that she needed to pick her husband up from a business trip from the middle east, and her house was too high maintenance for her to leave behind. “Occasionally, the pipes will freeze if the temperature drops, you the heat will need to controlled carefully. There’s a garden outback i am very proud of, i’d really appreciate you checking on it daily, just to make sure no pesky animals intrude.”

Walking through the house, you notice different things hanging, but no family pictures. The house was filled with mahogany and oak woods, which were really gorgeous, the house was dark and lit by yellow lighting from different chandeliers and vintage looking collectors lamps.

“Oh! Also if you need we have a prayer room! Don’t touch anything in there as they’re very expensive. Besides that, you’re good. Alright i gotta run, this willl be a very tedious trip. Call me if you have any problems.” Nodded as she spoke, you walked along side her towards the front door. You smiled at her assuring that all would be well, and if there was any problems you wouldn’t hesitate to call.

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Another rain storm moved into the area thunder shaking the cabin. You had a cot set up in the living room per Marie’s request, and your food was put away in the fridge. You had gotten into shorts and a t-shirt now that you didn’t have to worry about being presentable and settled in the cot with your phone and laptop.

You’d been in the house for ten hours now, and you weren’t able to relax, paranoia filled your mind as you felt off about being in a strangers home. The urge and need for money fueled you in the beginning, but now alone in the middle of the woods, in a cabin that isn’t your own with a thunderstorm overhead, yeah you were filled with anxiety.

Just as you felt a bit of tension release from your shoulders, three knocks sounded from the door making you jumped from the disruption of silence. Standing cautiously you walked to the fire place grabbing one of the pokes that sat off to the side, and went to the door. Peeping through the hole you were surprised to be greated by the man from the bus stop. He held the rim of his hat down over his his face that held a scowl of discomfort, slumped over and soaked.

Opening the door you stood the fire poke off to the side against the wall. Despite your apprehension and confusion, something in you felt compelled to open the doo. “What the hell?” You exclaim, watching him perk up at the sound of your voice, eyes naturally finding your own. “Oh you! Y’know i had a feeling you’d be here, uhh, mind helping me out. It’s freezing!”

Grabbing his bicep you tugged him in, him letting out waohs as he stumbled in letting you do as you pleased. Slamming the door behind you, you grabbed his shoulders gently looking into his eyes. “What the fuck are you doing all the way out here? God, you’re soaked.” You saying eyeing him, he was wearing the white outfit he had on nearly two months ago.

Walking to your suitcase you pulled out a towel, t-shirt and joggers for the man. Turning you walked back to the entry to see him already half naked, gasping you spun on your heel. “What the hell dude! Put this on!” You screamed tossing all the items behind your back.

The man laughed, it sounded charming and he seemed delighted at your shock. “Don’t worrrryyy, its no biggie. Look as long as you please.” Scoffing you turned seeing him with the joggers on, hat tossed to the side drying his hair. “You look very good tonight,“ The man trailed eyeing you up and down.

You felt hot at such a statement making you feel like a horn dog. You crossed your arms and gave him a grin. “Can I help you by the way, maybe call you a car? I’m uh, house sitting.” You explain walking up to him, he shook his head smiling coyly at you. “No no, thats, fine.” You went to question further but he had other ideas and brushed past you wandering into the house.

“I don’t even know your name!” You say speedily following him as he observed everything in the cabin he passed. He glanced back at you briefly before muttering; “Lucifer,” Quickly before you could get a word in edge wise he turned aburptly stopping, you bumping into him lightly. “And I only ask that you spare me a few hours, maybe a meal?”

So there you two sat, you had ate with the man, and now sat listening to the stories of a man who swore up and down his name was Lucifer. He explained his predicament while you ate, saying that he just took a wrong turn and drove into a ditch.

You laughed along he told you interesting and funny stories of his life and the people around him, telling you about his crafting hobby. Which captivated you the most, honestly you were mesmerized by the man, and he seemed to feel the same about you.

His eyes lidded and relaxed, his chin rested on his hand, leaning forward completely encapsulated by your presence. You never had a man so focused on you, he hung on every word, and you felt that framillar tinge once again, pulling you into him.

The magnet kept pulling you in, and you were ever so hungry for the man in front of you. “Yeah, my daughter uh, she’s like me with the ambition. I’m just afraid she’s gonna end up like me.” Lucifer said shrugging while looking off to the side. You wont deny you felt the slightest bit upset at the statement, daughter implies mother. “Even if she does fail the only thing can do is be there for her through the trip. It’s harder to fail alone, i think.”

Nodding in contemplation the blondes eyes came back to you, his hands came the the middle of the table causing your gaze to drop. His hands twisted, flicked and your focus was now on a gold circle spinning on the table. His wedding band.

“She’s been alone a long time, my wife, she left seven years ago, we’d been divorced since Charlie was a toddler, heh, kept hoping she’d return. I left Charlie alone too, kinda thought it was for the best. Not anymore. We work together.” He explained smiling at the mention of his daughter. Slapping his hand atop the ring ceasing its momentum he looked at you watching as you placed your hand ontop of his, gently caressing him as you did so.

The two of you stared at each other silently, for how long you weren’t sure. It wasn’t until he pulled himself to his feet sluggishly that the staring spell broke. The confidence returned to him, as did his mischievous smirk. You were under the assumption be was ready to go so you stood with him.

Just as you were about to speak, thanking him for the unique experience he granted you, he grabbed you by the arms and tugged you into him. You fell forward hands flying to his chest, meanwhile his head tilted and softly his lips met yours. You didn’t have time to question a thing before your lips danced in tandem with his. Perhaps you should’ve been less willing than you were but how could you not be? It was like a gift from god, this man.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him to your chest, his hand moved from your arm to your hips grinding himself into you needily. You whimpered at the contact feeling how excited he already was, when you whimpered he took the chance to sneak his tongue into your mouth. As your own tongue slid past his you stuttered feeling how long he could reach, and moaned at the way he tried to swallow you whole so nastily.

Pulling back slightly, Lucifer paused as you felt the fork of his tongue. Shocked you pulled back fully looking at his lustful expression, it was almost as if his eyes were a darker shade.

“What’s wrong?” He asked hands slowly travelling from your hips up to the hem of your shirt, toying with it. “Your tongue?” At your inquisitive tone, he stuck his tongue out. “Thish?” He spoke through is tongue that stuck out to your, normal sized and unforked.

Smirking at him you shook your head gently you must’ve been nervous. Pulling him toward your make shift bed you two crashed down on it haphazardly, he leaned back on his elbows watching as you crawled on top of him meeting his lips eagerly. His hair was slightly disheveled, his breathing jagged under you.

You slid yourself up and down, gliding yourself purposely right on his hard on. Pulling away from the sloppy make out session you two were in, Lucifer looked at you with glassy eyes. “Let’s make deal,” He breathed panting to catch some of the breath you stole straight from him.

“What?” You whispered inches from his lips. “Let me have you, all of you and when the time comes you’ll be a queen, you’re just a diamond in the rough.” There was almost a saddness you could detect, maybe something you could describe as mournfully lonesome. You felt the tug; the pull to him you couldn’t deny, so you took his hand away from your hip, and shook it. “Deal.” You say mocking something that would be business offical.

With a sly grin, he pushed himself up to you, your lips crashing into his instantaneously. You bit his lip gently as he grinded himself into you enjoying how unashamed he was of showing his desire. You met his grinding with your own, dragging your hands down his warm chest. Lucifers breath stuttered at your touch, his nails sinking into your flesh with anticipation.

You stopped at the band of the joggers pulling away from the kiss. As you did Lucifers eyes were wide, pupils blown and he robotically lifted himself by his hips, awkwardly shuffling his joggers down. You lifted yourself so he could get them the rest of the way down before tossing your shirt to the side.

Grinding down on his uncovered cock you moaned head thrown back, he was all consuming and the air felt so hot after the deal. It was desperation that was evident on both your faces, Lucifer hypnotized by you as you greedily grinded against him. Lucifer whimpered laying back down flat on the cot trying to stop himself from violently bucking up.

“Tell me what you want Lucifer,” You purred lifting your hips from his boner rotating your hips round and round while just barely touching his dick beneath you. “Fuck please, get on me.” Lucifer gritted out teeth clenched, eyes closed sparkling at how tight he had them sealed.

Manurvering yourself you pulled down your shorts and urged him to sit up. Lazily he followed your pull sitting up straight toward you. You liked this position way more, face to face as your sunk yourself down on his cock. His legs jerked, spreading out falling off each side of the caught causing you to bottom out, slipping right down to his balls.

“Oh shit you’re an angel, fuck, you feel so good, oh,” Lucifer whimpered voice wavering, although he smiled through the pleasure. Unwillingly he fucked up into you, your body unmoving jerked up with his hips, you were too busy getting used to him girth and size not to mention his all consuming presence. He was so hot, smug, and it made you feel hornier than you already are.

Sliding your hips forward you whimper and moaned. Face in your neck he breathed you in, whimpering as he continued to fuck up into every now and again, still trying to hold back for you. You wrapped your legs around his back clenching on unable to speak as Lucifer had your brain wiped of all thought.

Lucifer bit down holding back a groan, effectively drawing blood from the wound, licking it right up after. Suddenly like a madman, he gripped you like a life line, gently but swiftly flipping you over onto your back. He looked down at you with red eyes stunning you into silence. “Lucifer?” You whispered breathlessly as he smiled down at your form, his tongue darting, out forked once again, and dragged his devilish tongue against his no longer normal teeth.

Without responding he sunk himself into you, your legs on their own accord flew up around Lucifer as he slowly plunged himself into you. You cried out in pleasure as he picked up the pace slamming his hips into you, skin slapping filled the room as well as Lucifers gravel groans and growls.

Your eyes were closed as you reached up to him, your body jerked at his thrusts the cot creaking. You pulled him toward you, he made no effort to pull away from your tugging. His lips met yours pulling you into a hot kiss, you met him with need, teeth clashing and tongues twisting. You being to fucked out in bliss to realize the razor sharp teeth that nicked your lips and tongue, or the snake like tongue that explored your mouth.

You moaned at the sensations you felt all around you, your heightened senses picking up the cold snake like skin that whipped by your calf. Opening your eyes you clenched coming face to face with Lucifer, the devil, the literal devil.

Long red horns stuck out from his pale skin, red eyes lidded and glowing down at you, sharp teeth evident by his smirked. His pace never slowed as he watched you stare at him, and his pride swelled at the fleeing of you clenching him tightly, legs simultaneously pulling him in closer.

“Like what you see angel?” You mewled at his words grabbing his shoulders as he looked down at you eyes full of desire and pride. “Yes,” You gasped as he hit a pretty little spot inside you that made you sing to him.

“Please Lucifer!” A rumble sounded in his chest a noise you couldn’t describe. Attempting to stabilize your jerking body, your hands moved to grip his back but paused at the feeling of feathers. Lazily your mouth fell open, body jerking as your head tilted to the side getting a better look at the red and white wings that cascaded far across the room.

“O-oh, my god, fuuuck.” You moaned trying to make sense of the display in front of you but Lucifer pressed his finger down on your clit making you loose control of your mind once more, bucking up to him, begging him.

You pleaded to Lucifer like a chant to him, looking into his red glowing eyes. His smile was gone his eyes lidded eyebrows pinched as he fought off the urge to cum just a little longer.

With a shout your body shook tensing, toes curling, Lucifer muttered your name over and over worshipping your name as you did to him. His hips halted deep within you and he bit down on your neck leaving several different bite marks.

Pulling away he stared down at your sweaty body his demonic form shrinking away, his eyes going yellow with his natural red irises. You stared shocked at him, but he only coyly smiled at you. “How was your date with the devil?” He smiled brushing his hand down your cheek.

“You’re really the devil?” You asked in disbelief and astonishment. “Well y’know,” He coughed looking away, pulling away from you effectively pulling out of you. “Yeah that’s what they call me.” Another charming smile graced his face.

Your lurched upward eyes wide. “I made a deal with the devil?!” You exclaimed not feeling the way you expected if you were to meet the devil. Y’know fear.

“Yep, and, you promised yourself to me,” Popping his ‘p’ as well as accentuating the ‘and’, he tossed the ring at you. Swiftly you caught it, and by the time you looked down at it, and then back up to him, he was redressed in his suit, coat and hat.

“Speaking of which, I’ve got a kingdom to run.” Thunder rumbled shaking the cabin making the lights flicker out ominously, and in that brief moment, the devil himself, disappeared. Leaving you alone, with his ring, naked in the cabin.

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aughhay · 5 months ago

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anonymous sent

“Raian fucking us in the arena bathroom before his match with ohma!!?!”

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐞 — 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 .

✧ context: afab!reader, y/n and raian r in an arranged marriage , raw sex ! p in v, raian’s a bit jealous, overstim(?), mentions of dumbification, SEX IN BATHROOM , idk what the position is called so use ur imagination, raian cums inside, kissing , slight choking

↪︎ c/c: 9.0k+

✭ an: hey yall did yall miss me ……. 💔 had to come back cuz i saw all the requests abt raian (SIGH) .. see now i dont fw him , but obviously yall do so im gone write him ! please lmk if hes ooc or not cuz my brain was struggling. also ill fix the quotation marks later its twelve and i have an interview tmrww. 🙁

18+ !

ˏˋ ☠︎︎ ˊ˗ raian had never had a challenging fight , never had to grind very hard for his wins . so why was he so worked up over this upcoming bum he was fighting in the tournament ?

a play of blood and gore , that’s what raian ’ s into these days . fighting his opponents as if mere entertainment until they ’ re damn near paralyzed . as a now labeled ‘ kure ’—thanks to a recent arranged marriage , your responsibility was to aid raian in combat knowledge , help him fight against opponents .

“shut the fuck up , jus’ a bastard trying to flaunt .” his lips contorted into some sort of disgusted scowl , his fists hiding in his pockets .

a murmur flows from your lips , “ that ’ s no way to talk to me , raian .”

he grunts in response , “ gh . “ he didn ‘ t mean his words to come out that way .

the two of you sauntered in circles around the arena layout , your fingers busy with holding the tablet , showcasing previously live-streamed wins . this ohma guy seemed like a fair pair for raian , maybe more . you wanted raian to win, you were on his side ! but the thought of him losing was a possibility scrambling through your head . yes, the burly man looked broken after every victory . but he was like a firing bullet , an unstoppable force ready to take on your husband .

“ . . the hell are you so quiet for ; jumping to conclusions ? ”

and he sees it , the way that hesitant look keeps fighting to stay off your face .

“ raian, i want— no, i need you to stay focused before and during this upcoming fight. we can’t risk a sudden loss due to your— “

“you don’t believe in me , do you ? what a fucked up wife i got arranged with .”

your fingertips clutched deeper into the tablet , as if you were in some battle with yourself . trying to combat a ruthless mentality like raian ’ s is a burdensome task . he hates being seen as some kind of chump , the one who takes bullshit without complaint , it pisses him off .

“ you think just cause this bastard is giving you some kind of turn on , he can knock my shit ? what about me , you don ‘ t think ‘ m good enough ? ”

before you can even comprehend the moment , raian jerks the tablet out from your palms—as if snatching a toy from a disobedient child . raian doesn ’ t give a damn , it ’ s not the priority right now ; it ‘ s the fact that you’re not giving him credit for being one of the most strongest out there . he knows it , why don’t you ?

so how long till his fight with ohma; an hour or so ?

whatever , he ‘s got the time to show you why .

—

your frame felt flattened against the cold stall wall , he didn ‘ t even have enough respect to bring you to a private bathroom , as if ready to show you off with pride .

his jeans sagged around his pale thighs , slowly falling with each second . his grip tightened under your right knee , positioning your legs to expose your swollen cunt — aroused and flustered .

your forearm was pressed against the stall ‘ s solid build , forced with the job of balancing your weight as you tried to adjust your body from the insistent rocking . your fingers tucked into a fist —tightening as raian ‘ s pelvis keeps hitting yours with his insistent need .

his cock dragged through your walls , separating your pussy with a brash fervor as his snowy pubes meshed with your skin . it ‘ s hell , the way he overstimulates your cunt ; your clitoris rigid and twitching like a madman as his dick kept breaking into you .

raian wasn ‘ t concerned , watching how your words die down into inaudible mumbles and your eyelids stutter . in fact , he likes it this way—unable to hear your unnecessary commentary whenever his dick keeps punching into you .

his steps grew forward, sandwiching your figure between the stall and pure hulk . he ‘ s greedy , wants his full rod deep inside your gut . like a punishment meant to teach you— informing you who ‘ s the best . your leg rode over his shoulder with continuous fidgeting , toes clenched in the air while your sodden panties hang from your ankle .

you gaze up into the warm light above , a vulnerable gleam in your eyes as if begging for relief , asking for help from any higher power . tiny buckles of tears clouded your vision and coos echoed from the soft ‘o’ of your lips with raian practically knocking the wind from you .

and it ‘ s so dirty from below , the obvious squelching from your sopping slit being rammed into is loud . fogging up your brain till you’re just an unintelligible mess .

his scleras , the color of midnight , stare down at you . this is his wife , his informant always by his side , now a drunken mess who ‘ s pussy is drooling over his dick clear as day .

“ stupid , “ he mutters ,

the way you look at him is so stupid , that dumb look on you face makes his dick ache more and more inside you .

the devil won ‘ t let you go .

your eyes, blurry and comforted in a daze , now locked onto him as he cups your cheeks , shadowing over your face as a trail of saliva dripped from his tongue— raian licking your salted skin . claiming you like prey .

you feel as though you can barely comprehend it , especially as his lips meet yours into a wet kiss . your dramatic moans spewing into his mouth with every animalistic thrust that satiated your pussy .

“mghuh ! ouhhh !”

“so loud , are you gonna admit i can beat that guy ‘ s ass now ? hah ?“

his hand that previously held your face still now lowers to your neck , your vocal cords shuddering in response as his fingers curl—gripping your throat .

he sighs , a facade of boredom in his mute eyes .

“you can ‘ t even admit it when my cock is fucking you up , can you ? weak .”

so as the intensity reached to peak , raian ' s grip tightened into your supple , mellow skin . pressing his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your neck just below your jaw .

every subtle squeeze conveyed that raw devilish power , that furious need to prove himself not just on the arena — but right here , against the wall of this bathroom .

" look at you , breaking down on my dick ; it ‘ s fucking pathetic , or maybe you love it . ”

his husky words slurred into your ear, a mocking tone that seeped into your cloudy senses .

“ngh . .”

"make up your mind , or i ’ ll fuck it up for you ."

his dick kept relentlessly barging into you , the slick , crude sounds of your wet pussy enveloping him , greedily pulling him deeper inside with your clingy sex . a white , messy ring gathered around raian ‘s fat rod ; coming from your tight slit gathering from precum and slick .

the whole act was brutal ; lustful grunts , and the humid , sticky aroma of sex filled the narrow stall . raian didn ‘ t hesitate , not even for a second , his figure colliding into yours with an unyielding rhythm with wet loud slaps that could seem to go on forever .

you tried to reply , to form words , anything to appease him or regain some semblance of control , but each word was swallowed by the shockwaves of pleasure ravaging through your body .

raian ’ s eyes , dark and inscrutable, stood fixed on you , drinking in every shift in expression , every quiet plea glazed in both agony and ecstasy .

eventually , his pace picked up , vigorous and even more forceful , hinting that his climax was nearing . the hand on your throat moved back to your tummy , then to your swollen clitoris , pinching heartlessly .

“jus ‘ admit it , you think ‘ m gonna lose , huh ? tell me , ” he growled.

“ if you gush , i ‘ ll give you the damn benefit of the doubt . ”

before you could gather a coherent thought , the assembling pressure in your belly snapped . your climax hit you hard , squeezing around raian ‘ s pulsating meat . milking him as your entire body trembled and shuddered .

no sooner had the ripples of your orgasm subsided than , raian groaned and cursed loudly , his body stiffening as he reached his own selfish pleasure and slammed his fist on the stall next to your head . his cum shot inside you , cementing his dominance in such a vulnerable moment .

the only noises audible were the heavy breaths exerting from raian , filling you up in pulses matching with the same tempo of a heart beat . your hips attempted to wiggle afar — only to be brought back by raian ‘ s demanding hands , wanting to get his last thrusts in .

fixing his pants after letting your leg down , raian's expression softened just a tad , a sly smirk forming as he looked at your disheveled state trembling . he stared as you tried to stabilize like a newborn lamb , scoffing at the act .

“ whose ass am i gonna kick ?”

marked and spent , the echo of his words blended with the lingering sting of raw , undeniable power .

“t— . . tuh— tokita ohma ‘ s . .” you exhaled hopelessly , facing the stall wall .

“ louder . “

“ y—you ‘ ll b—beat toki. . hughn. . tokita ohma ! “

“ . . finally got it through your thick skull , all you needed was guidance from your damn husband . ”

his cheeks contort from the smirk on his face .

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jscrawls · 6 months ago

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Widows rest

My take on a Black widow! Reader x Batman and Batfam but with a slight twist, reader doesn't know the Bats but they seem to know them...

Warning: contains avengers infinity war spoilers, black widow spoilers, mentions of violence, mentions of being drugged, mentions of death, hospitals, poor writing, possible ooc,

Part 6: dreamcatchers…

“straighten up luv, don’t slouch in the photos.” you murmur gently as you lean over to tuck a loose strand of tim’s hair back into it’s neatly styled look, a practiced smile on your face as bright shutters flash around you.

“wha-dukes on his phone right now! tell him to look good in the pictures…” tim grumbles quietly as he straightens up beside you and puts his hands in his suit pockets, cringing slightly when his back audibly creaked from the movements.

“duke only agreed to attending and a few group photos, besides he’s not the newly announced board member on wayne enterprises. the cameras are gonna be glued to you all night luv.” you pointed out gently as you reached over to gently tug on damian’s arm and pull him closer for a few more photos, he does a good job of not reacting despite the fact that tim and damian were bickering in the car on the way over, he just crosses his arms behind his back and tilts his head back like a proud cat posing.

the paparazzi were loud tonight, shouting questions at everyone that walks by and shoving cameras in peoples faces while trying to follow after them. the security guards are having a field day tonight, you’ll need to remember to give them all extra tips. duke and jason both wander over when bruce gestures for them, duke shoving his phone in his back pocket and jason crosses his arms over his chest and subtly leans into your side.

“either of you seen richard and cass? please tell me they’re not in another interview.”

“cass is at the macarons table” jason grunts out, glaring half-heartedly when duke starts trying to subtly shoulder check him once they’re side by side.

bruce clears his throat to try to put a stop to their playfighting before it escalates, smiling and wrapping an arm around your shoulder as the cameras continue flashing, his thumb gently rubbing circles on your upper arm.

duke leans over. “think i saw dick talking to babs near the minibar.” duke whispers while now trying to step on the back of tim’s shoe, snickering when tim tries to elbow him in the gut.

“knock it off.” bruce mumbles, tired already. the boys all relent and eventually go on their way once enough pictures have been taken in front of the name wall.

“I'll go find Cassie, meet me up by the stage?” You murmur in Bruce's ear, not waiting for a reply as you saunter off.

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damian sticks close to you as you approach the snack bar, grumbling quietly under his breath about how unprofessional everyone else is. you think it’s cute how he treats galas like a personal mission.

“-i’m just saying! they don’t take things as seriously as we do, our public image is in jeopardy every time we put them together, especially Tim and jason.”

you suppress a smile as you look for cass’s figure in the crowd, smoothly grabbing a sample plate and putting a few vegan friendly options on it. “they’re trying to make the best of a situation they don’t care for, luv. as long as no one starts backflipping off tables they’re fine.” you hand him the plate as you spot cass, already approaching you with a passive look on her face.

“hello, my shoes are uncomfortable.” she's straight to the point as always, standing ramrod straight in the kitten pumps in what you can guess is an attempt to not look awkward.

“Hello back, do you wanna go change them?” You gesture her closer as you start walking away from the tables.

“I told you they're impractical footwear.” Damian grumbles as he pokes at the zucchini bars you handed him, still following you like a shadow.

“I'm not walking barefoot, don't trust the floor's are clean.” Cass ignores Damian's comment, she wanted to try the heels and now she's done with them.

You smile amusedly as you start leading her towards the restrooms, “i have a pair of your flats, Cassie. Change into those and I'll hold your shoes, okay?” You start fishing for the rolled up pair out of one of your many pockets, handing the ballet flats to her and ushering her in.

She just nods and takes the shoes, disappearing into the bathrooms while you turn around to converse with Damian.

“Now then, once she's back let's -” you pause when you realize you don't see Damian anywhere, that was literally just a few seconds where did he go?

You twist around and glance behind and beside you, he's disappeared and…when did it get so quiet? Suddenly you hear a voice from the front of the room, grating and loud, slightly tinny, a recording?

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of Gothams finest. You've all been selected for a very special trial tonight, you get to take part in valuable research...”

You'd recognize a monologue anywhere, you quickly start moving towards the voice, who is it tonight? The riddler? Your heart is already racing even though you try not to rush, not wanting to stand out. The guests murmur loudly around you, some already starting to dart towards an exit. The voice continues.

“.. Your participation is…unfortunately mandatory…in the study of fear.”

Your blood runs cold as you realize who exactly it is, you quickly grab a handkerchief out of one of your pockets and hold it over your mouth and nose, it's better than absolutely nothing you figure. you pause and consider going back to the bathroom, checking on Cass. But the need to find Damian is just a touch stronger, a gas can goes off across the room which causes a few people to scream and scramble away from it, shit. Where's your family?

You hear a scuffle behind an ice sculpture to your left which gets you to glance over for a second, Damian was being grabbed from behind by two guys in gas masks while he half-heartedly struggles. Your whole body freezes at the sight, is he pretending or has he been gassed? You hear more shrieks across the room as chaos sets in. You can't look away from Damian though, fuck what to do!?

You watch one of the guests slam their shoulder into another guest and try to smash a bottle over their head while shouting, the gas is taking affect already. You need to do something.

Without thinking you shove into the ice sculpture as hard as you can, sending the nude angelic lady toppling to the floor near the two men in gas masks and Damian. As soon as they look over you throw a food tray at one of them and start to go onto one of your other pockets, you curse as you realize pepper spray won't work on gas masks.

You panic and grab a cheese knife off the table instead, the two men start to approach you as Damian shouts something and starts to aggressively struggle, kicking one of them in the groin and trying to twist out of the other man's hold. The kicked man pulls out a canister and it drives you into such a panic that you rush over and drive the cheese knife into his shoulder and try to wrestle the can away from him, he shouts something muffled and it drops to the floor.

You kick it away from the first man and try to tackle the one still holding Damian, the elbow you get to the face makes you drop the handkerchief but you keep hitting at him after a brief stumble. Finally he releases Damian, he proceeds to grab both your shoulders and drive a hard knee into your gut. As soon as you double over you see movement out of the corner of your eye, the first man behind you swinging something at your head…

…You hear Damian's voice somewhere nearby…

…Loud thudding near you, when did you wind up on the floor?….

….What's that green stuff? It smells strange….

…..

…

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You wake up with a loud grunt, your heart monitor beeping wildly beside your hospital bed Your eyes darting around frantically for some threat.

What the fuck was that? You're dreaming about this place now? You're sweating, You gasp quietly for air and slowly pull your legs up to your chest as you try to regulate yourself. The darkness of the room giving you a slight sense of privacy as you try to gather your bearings.

“You're not insane. you're not insane. You're not insane.” You mumble to yourself like a mantra, that reminded you of one of Wanda's visions. It felt so realistic too…

You really wish you had access to alcohol right now.

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bleachsmutfest · 2 months ago

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MASTER LIST for BLEACH SMUTFEST 2025

August 31 is our deadline!

Here is a breakdown of each day:

June 22: Alternate Universe (Here is a list of possible prompts)

June 23: Original Characters- OCs (stories, profiles, artwork, songs, inspirstions etc)

June 24: Drabble Challenge 100 words or less (prompts or you can use your own!)

June 25: Favorite ship/ self ship/ poly ship etc.

June 26: TELL IT YOUR WAY. Recreate and rewrite your favourite Bleach moment in your own words! (thank you @myrottingbrain for the suggestion)

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gladiatorcunt · 1 year ago

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oreo tiger milk tea

cw: afab reader, suggestive content (18+ mdni): strap mentions and implied cunnilingus, ooc soft!tashi (she cares about you more than tennis), don’t think too hard about this

you hum and stir the shrimp, trying to remember how long you need to cook them for. you think the recipe said 4 minutes, so you shrug and hope for the best.

the giant flatscreen tv in your living room drones on in the background, you’re just waiting for tashi’s taped interview. her match already ended, you’re still heartbroken that you couldn’t be there but you cheered her on from your brand new sectional.

“yeah, my partner has been such a huge supporter. I’m so grateful to have them, and all my fans.” she says, blowing a kiss towards the camera.

it’s a run of the mill media response, but it gives you butterflies nonetheless.

you smile down at the sizzling shrimp like an idiot, taking it out and arranging them on the two bowls of rice on the table.

your legs are still sore and it takes everything in you to make it to your chair in one piece. tashi likes to joke that fucking you with her strap is all the work out she needs, that and smothering your face with her pussy. she didn’t keep you up as late last night, knowing that she had to be back on an emergency flight soon.

“hey, babe, what are you watching?” she teases as she peeks around the corner, having changed out of her airport clothes into sweats.

you grin and tilt your head up for a kiss, “my gorgeous wife’s interview, obviously.”

she rolls her eyes fondly, giving you your kiss. it’s slow and drawn out, her trip wasn’t long enough to call for a messy fight with teeth. plus, all the “home videos” tashi keeps on her phone are the perfect solution to be away from each other and horny.

“we’re not even married yet, stupid.”

“and what if I said that I'm pregnant with your baby?”

tashi gives you the most loving ‘what the fuck are you high on’ look, “then i’d say that i’m suprised it took this long.”

“so no shotgun wedding?” you pout, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing.

“don’t act like you don’t want a big wedding, you big baby.” she grins and pecks the tip of your nose.

you beam back at her and shrug, pulling her by the wrists to come sit down at the table next to you. you’re still so awestruck by the fact that you’re living in a multi million dollar home with your superstar fiancé.

the shrimp and rice is devoured with numerous compliments to the chef. tashi takes her sweet time wiping her (and your) face clean and putting the dishes in the dishwasher. you can’t help but let your eyes fall to her ass as she walks away.

“nice ass, Tash’ ” you say as you come up behind her and wind your arms around her torso.

you take a moment to sway in the kitchen, absorbing the faint traces of shower water and left over sweat under her orange and jasmine perfume.

“yours is nicer.” she hums, grinding back against you in languid circles.

“if you say so.”

“i do say so.”

your underwear is cutting it close to getting damp, sue you for being weak for your beautiful woman. the teasing rhythm doesn’t even phase you, you slide your fingers along the soft fabric covering her hips and pull her closer. it doesn’t escalate into frenzied dry humping, the warmth and unhurried friction of her ass cheeks against your mound is intoixcating enough.

you do her a favor and close the dishwasher. she casts a look over her shoulder, challenging you to make a move. you smirk and pick her up by her thighs, pushing her to jump up on the counter.

tashi lays down with the most smug smile a person could possibly wear, “you just cleaned the counters, baby, you better not make a mess.”

you stick your tongue out, pulling her pants down and getting close enough to tear her panties off with your teeth. she spreads her legs, giving you a clear view of her pussy. you gently blow air onto her clit and she sighs, rolling her shoulders back.

“yeah yeah, tash’. i’ll get it all in my mouth this time, i swear��.

because you know if you do, she’ll be taking YOUR strap.

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tofuo0 · 2 months ago

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remedies and distractions

dottore x gn assistant reader

content: you find yourself bearing yet another awful migraine. luckily, your superior knows just how to help.

tags: fluff, reader has a headache, segments mentioned once, mutual pining towards the end, dottore is slightly ooc in final paragraphs, dottore is afraid of too busy for relationships.

this fic is slightly inspired by MorganVA’s video linked here, I highly recommend watching his Dottore x listener videos （╹◡╹）

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Why did you even bother coming in to work today? You repeat the question several times with each step you take through the sterile confines of the laboratory halls. Despite taking whatever remained of your medication at home, the sharp pang of your headache increases in magnitude with each laborious drag of your feet.

The main lab door finally comes into sight, and you drowsily twist the knob to let yourself in. Standing at the nearest lab bench is your superior, examining a vial of unknown neon blue liquid. He places the vial down in a test tube holder and turns to face you, hands placed behind his back. “You’re late”, he states, observing the way you swayed lightly on the spot. “My apologies, my Lord. I…”, you hesitate, considering what would happen if you spoke the truth. You hadn’t been working here for long, only a few months. You didn’t know him well enough to predict his next move. Would he consider you weak for being unable to manage your own health and fire you on the spot? It’s best you didn’t know the outcome. “I woke up later than anticipated”. Not entirely a lie - you had tried to sleep in and ignore the time for as long as possible, only dragging yourself out of bed less than half an hour before work. Dottore seems displeased with your tardiness as he lets an exasperated sigh leave his lips. “I recall myself stating clearly the importance of arriving on time in your interview. Surely, you wouldn’t have forgotten such a simple obligation already?” He strides towards you, staring you down in the process. Since when did you have such prominent eyebags? And that defeated posture… such behaviours would not go unnoticed by the esteemed Doctor. “I assure you, my Lord, I won’t let this happen again”, you bow, attempting to ignore the agony that befalls you when you do so. The Doctor merely lets out a content ‘hmph’, and orders you to begin your duties for the day.

The day drags, which was to be expected. Other subordinates come by the lab to report completed missions, noticing the way you slump forward in your chair, trying to focus on finishing your own tasks. This continues on until the late afternoon, when the lab was still and mostly quiet, aside from the mechanical hum of the lights above you and the Doctor tinkering with some device in an adjacent room. You take the opportunity to rest your head gently on your paperwork, given no one else could see you in such a vulnerable state. You’re close to passing out when you hear someone loudly clear their throat next to you. You lift your head slowly, and nearly jump out of your seat when met with the frown of your superior. “Dozing off during work is hardly an efficient use of your time. Mind explaining to me what this is about?” The Doctor cocks his head to the side, leaning forward to examine your features closely. You would feel more embarrassed about the close proximity if not for your migraine and your brain scrambling to answer his question. “I-it’s… um…”, lying on the spot was never a skill you thought would be necessary until now. “I got very poor sleep last night, my Lord, that’s all”. Another half-truth, though the most important part of your condition was omitted, and the Doctor could tell. He leans impossibly closer, and you can now feel his breath as cool air brushes your face with each exhale. “You know I don’t approve of dishonesty, especially when it comes from my own assistant”, he speaks firmly, leaving no room for argument. “Tell me the truth”.

With the Doctor’s eyes tearing you apart from behind his mask, your facade begins to slip little by little, until you’re forced to reveal the truth of your plight. The Doctor continues his intense gaze through your brisk, concise explanation of your symptoms. It then occurs to him why exactly you had been behaving the way you were. “If you had told me sooner, it could have saved you a significant amount of stress. I can’t have my assistant performing any less than their best”, he scolds, his tone strict and deliberate. You don’t respond, still ensuring you move or talk as little as possible. He sighs. “Wait here”, he demands. You listen, waiting as he moves to the adjacent room. You hear him shuffling through cupboards and shelves, seemingly trying to find a remedy for your condition. He returns shortly, holding a small packet of pills and cold patch for your forehead. It would shock you more if you weren’t in so much pain, the fact that he even bothered providing you with a treatment. He places them in your open hands, and you offer him a weak ‘Thank you, my Lord’ in response. He scoffs. “I do not expect you to continue working in this state, so do make use of the common room in the meantime”. He faced away from you, continuing to examine the chemicals in the test tubes from earlier. You gingerly step out of your chair, pick up your treatments, and bow once more before leaving the room in search for the common area. The Doctor tracks you from behind his mask as you exit, a deep frown crossing his face again.

After an eternity of endless hallways, you finally drag yourself into the common room. It’s one of the cosier spaces in the lab - fit with appliances, soft couches and blankets, and bookcases reaching the ceiling. It has become a frequent place of refuge for you when you become too overwhelmed with paperwork or experiment reports - in fact, that’s the reason this space was constructed to begin with. Too many (anonymous) complaints from the Doctor’s subordinates about a lack of resting space in their workplace. This was implemented as a solution to ensure the continuity of staff presence in the labs. Often times, you’ll find a segment utilising the space to vent out their frustrations into the air, scowling at you for interrupting their dramatic monologue. Out of self-preservation, you wait to let out your laughter after you’re a decent distance from the room.

You plop down on one of the softer couches, the velvety texture soothing your tired joints. After downing your medicine and applying the cold patch, you lie down facing outwards, draping one of the ornate wool blankets over you. It takes very little time at that rate for you to drift off, but not without a little reminiscing. The Doctor, the 2nd of the Fatui Harbingers, didn’t kick you out for being too weak to handle a headache. He didn’t threaten to kill or seriously maim you. Not only are you alive, but feeling better because he offered you help. Despite the cold compress on your forehead, your face quickly heats up in response to your rapid thoughts.

You had been asleep for a little over an hour now. The Doctor gently creeps into the common room, careful to not disturb you. It was a shame you were already out. He had yet to lecture you on how to properly keep your body in check. He’ll have to wait until you awaken, then. He quietly walks towards you, standing directly above your sleeping figure. He notices the broken medicine packet and cold patch. Good. At least you know how to take care of yourself after the fact. He leans forward, analysing your face. You look quite beautiful when you allow yourself to relax- no. He can’t allow himself to fall into that trap. He doesn’t have time for things as frivolous as companionship. He repeats that to himself several times, averting his masked gaze from your form. He only turns his head when he hears you shift, the blanket falling slightly from your shoulders. Hesitantly, he leans forward and slides it back into place, avoiding touching you.

None of his rigorous logic or wisdom could help him deal with how he felt around you. A need to protect someone - when has he ever felt that desire apart from now? He hastily removes these ideas from his head. No distractions. No distractions. You are a distraction.

Before he left, he softly pressed his lips to your cheek, cradling your face delicately in his fingers as he did so.

Damn. You really were a distraction.

#dottore x you #dottore x reader #dottore #genshin x you #genshin impact fatui #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #writing #fatui x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui dottore #I really need to go to sleep ya’ll g’night #gonna be real this is kinda self indulgent lol

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0mysteiarchives · 1 year ago

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Within their not-so-angelic prescence .

• Robin , Sunday

"Don't be afraid my dear." "...Actually i'm very much afraid-"

AN: I'm cooking for myself and the robin and sunday devotees frfr !! Also thanks for blowing up my last two posts :3

warning: yandere themes, and possibly ooc?

• Congratulations! You were cursed with two angelic yanderes completely infatuated with you! How do you feel about that?? I'm pretty sure the fangirls and fanboys would love to be in your place.

• Honestly how you ended up like this can be every single possibility imaginable. Whether you end up as one of Robin's crew members, Sunday's work assistant, or literally just being some random stranger walking down the bustling street as both of them stroll around. In any case you'll be the main attention of their curiosity. (ig you're just that pretty idk what to tell yall)

• Obviously the siblings will talk to each other about this feeling towards someone they barely know, but at the end of the day siblings share! Maybe a bit of bickering or two but it'll be alright! They've got everything at their disposal to bring you to them.

If you ever hear a knock on your door, or see the BloodHound family members following you outside, don't bother about that!

• Now that they have you in their grasp, first thing you'll be forced to do is public appearance! Why? Because then everyone will know you belong to them! Robin takes you out to her interviews and exposing you to the paparazzi. Occasionally she'll be sneaky, getting a bit too intimately close to your face and give you a small peck on your cheek as the crowd goes wild. Sunday wrapping an arm around your waist and inching you closer to him as he knows that the public will start rumors about you, him and his sister.

You're fine with that right? I mean, it's not like you had a choice anyway.

• In terms of affection, Robin is a bit more affectionate than Sunday. Most of her interactions are genuine and soft that would lull you into a sense of comfort. If you ever tend to push her away or close yourself off from her, it's fine! Love takes time and Robin will eventually get you to love her just like she loves you.

= Sunday however, can be dependent on how you act. Don't get it wrong though, he's sweet and genuinely loves you just as much as his sister does. But if you won't comply with his requests and continue being stubborn, then maybe punishments are in order... It'll be fine! Robin will convince him not to be too harsh on you!

• What? You don't like how suffocating it feels? You're trying to leave their side? No can do! The siblings are influential after all, they have control over your image to the public brought down in a matter of seconds! Have the people corner you with numerous and uncomfortable questions! Maybe they'll blackmail you with your own family and friends..

= Still not giving in? They'll just have a custom made dreamscape to trap you in! You'll be running through the Reverie hallways, and suddenly end up in an unknown location you have never seen before. As long as you give up and come back into their arms you'll be able to return safely under their protection.

Don't run off okay? They'll wipe your tears and embrace you tight, wrap you between their graceful wings to blind you from the wicked manipulation in play.

—

Robin will be your best comfort, Sunday will be your best protection.

Just don't be fooled by their sweet, intoxicating words..

Not all angels are as innocent as they seem, remember?

#yandere hsr #yandere hsr x reader #hsr robin x reader #hsr sunday x reader #yanderehonkaistarrail #sunday x reader #Shattered Reflections #hsr x reader

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spnjediavenger · 3 months ago

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Big Brother Duties (Charlie Cox x reader)(platonic)

Title: Big Brother Duties

Type: very long one-shot; charlie cox x reader (platonic), daredevil cast x reader (platonic)

Warnings: mean fans, self-doubt, feels, too many author’s notes, potentially ooc charlie cox? (Ngl don't know him as well as some other actors but i hope i did him well)

POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS: mean fan comments that could maybe be considered bullying? Idk what triggers people when it comes to things like that so i just wanna be thorough in my warnings

Spoilers: MAJOR DDBA SPOILER!!!

Notes: i imagine reader being young adult age in this - like low 20s and they're filming S2 of DDBA

this idea sprouted from a dream i had where i was an actress in daredevil (not sure who i was playing but i was close with charlie cox and vincent d’onofrio and it was amazing). Also got help from an actual GQ article that was written from a recent interview with charlie cox. I can't believe he wasn't their first thought for matt murdock in born again. Like…that should be illegal.

Might have similar tones to ‘I See You’ if you've read it

As always, love and/or constructive/friendly criticism and requests are welcome and encouraged!

Disclaimers: i do not own daredevil, its characters, or plot

Word count: 3316

Summary: Charlie Cox takes his on screen duties as a big brother just as seriously off screen.

Matt had 3 men on him; he took hit after hit but barely felt their impact through his Daredevil armor. He finally had one knocked down and kept fighting with all his might. His sister, Emily, had her own hands tied - literally, a mere 20 feet away. A man gripped her arms behind her with a knife in that hand and held a gun to her head as he watched the fight with a smirk on his face.

Emily breathed heavy through her flared nostrils as she was forced to watch her brother fight these men.

“Come on!” the man behind her yelled. “You gonna let a man in pajamas beat you?!”

The hand holding his gun moved away from Emily’s forehead as he was yelling. She stomped on his foot so he bent forward and took the opportunity to throw her head back into his face, earning a shout. She spun away as his grip on her was released.

“You bitch,” he growled, glared daggers at her.

Emily backed away as he stalked after her until he struck her in the face with the butt of his gun.

Matt froze as he heard Emily’s gasp and a body fall to the ground.

“Cut! Alright, Y/n freeze where you are - we’re gonna do the next scene in just a second here,” the director said.

Y/n stayed in her spot, laying on her side on the ground. She opened her eyes and turned them up to look at Charlie. He threw a gang sign her way, making her chuckle and roll her eyes. He smiled and turned his attention back to the director.

After correcting a fight move from one of the stuntmen, he reiterated to Charlie what was going to come after. “Ok, Charlie, you’re gonna listen for her heartbeat, make sure she’s still alive, finish your fight, we’re gonna have a couple gunshots, then you go get her to safety so you can take the rest out.”

Charlie nodded. “Alright. How do you want me to get her out?”

“Do what feels natural.”

“Alright. Got it. Let’s do it.”

“Action!”

Matt tilted his head. Heavy panting, loud heartbeat. The man who was holding Emily. Slightly quieter heartbeat, steady. Emily.

Matt allowed some relief to fill him before he deflected a punch aimed for him and took the last adversary out. He ducked to miss a gunshot from the man that had Emily, who had approached Matt. Matt did a flip, kicking the man to the ground and knocking him out. Taking a deep breath, he ran over to Emily. A couple more gunshots rang out. He would have to get her out of the way before finishing things.

He put one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders before hoisting her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

Y/n shrieked as she was thrown over his shoulder, not expecting it.

“Who just screamed?” Charlie asked, American accent still present, spinning around as if looking for someone. “Emily’s unconscious!”

“Charlie!” Y/n yelled.

Charlie groaned and bowed his head in faux irritation before looking back towards her. “Y/n, why did you break character? The direction was to get you!” The British accent returned.

“Yeah! He told you to get me to safety! Not throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes!”

People around set, Charlie included, laughed.

“Ok ok, guys. Reset to Matt running to get Emily. And Charlie - carry her bridal style,” the director said.

Charlie smirked but nodded. He set Y/n down on her feet, chuckling as she punched his arm. He ruffled her hair and walked back across the set. Y/n swatted at his hand but smiled and layed back down on the ground to wait for ‘action’ to be yelled as one of the makeup artists quickly added some red to her cheek from the gun ‘hitting’ her. She adored the whole cast and crew of Daredevil and always felt at home with them. And she and Charlie shared a special bond. Like siblings on screen and in real life. Her thoughts were interrupted at the call she was waiting for.

Taking a deep breath, he ran over to Emily. A couple more gunshots rang out. He would have to get her out of the way before finishing things.

He put one arm under her knees and the other around her shoulders, gently lifting her up into his arms. He ran as fast as he could into a room off the large open one they were currently in. He set her down on the ground out of the line of fire and placed a hand on her cheek.

“Emily. Emily, please wake up, sweetheart,” he begged. He used his free hand to shake her shoulder and sighed when he heard her sharp intake of breath.

Emily squeezed her already shut eyes before opening them and looking up at Matt. “Matty?”

Matt sighed again and nodded. “You’re ok. We’re both ok. Let me finish this then we’ll get you home, ok?” Matt cut the rope holding her hands together before helping her sit up against a wall. Emily nodded. Matt pressed a kiss to her forehead before heading back out into the fight.

“And, cut!” the director called. “Ok, that’s a wrap for today! Great job everyone!”

Y//n grinned and jumped up from her spot. She jogged out of the room she was in only to be jump-scared by Charlie standing around the corner, making her scream.

“Dammit, Charlie!” she yelled, punching his arm again as he laughed at her expense.

“Hey, I had to take the opportunity!” he defended, hands raised.

Y/n scoffed and shook her head but couldn’t help the small smile that crossed her face. Charlie smiled and threw an arm around her shoulders.

“So what’s my little sister got going on tonight?” he said as they walked off set.

“Not much,” she shrugged. “Just gonna hang around the apartment.”

“Want to come over and say hi to the kids? They miss their aunt Y/n.”

The girl smiled. “Polite pass for tonight. We need to be here early tomorrow and I know if I go to your place I’ll be out too late.”

“Fair enough. You be safe on the way home, alright?”

“Of course,” Y/n smiled. Charlie planted a kiss on her head, they shared a quick hug, then went their separate ways.

Later that night, Y/n had eaten, taken a shower, then plopped on the couch in her living room to wind down before bed. She turned the tv onto something random and fixed her eyes on the screen until her phone buzzed and broke her attention. She furrowed her brow as she grabbed it. The screen lit up with a notification

@ y/fIGacct sent you a post

Y/n tapped it and unlocked her phone, going straight to Instagram. In the chat with her friend, a post was there, and under it, her friend said: Thought you might want to see what people are saying…

Furrowing her brow deeper, she tapped the post - one Marvel posted about the series premiere of Born Again, and went to the comments, her lips pulling into a frown as she read them.

Emily Murdock is such a waste character. They just forced her in to have another female lead.

We don’t need her. And @ Y/nL/n isnt even that good

Agreed. And she doesn't even look a little like matt. Couldn't they have found someone closer?

Yeah seriously. They expect us to believe she’s related to that greek g-d? I don't think so

Her entry in the OG series was stupid enough. Why’d they have to bring her back to DDBA?

Y/n’s shuttered breaths sawed in and out as she read comment after comment. She dialed her friend’s number and got her on the second ring.

“Hey, Y/n,” F/n said sadly.

“F/n, how long has this been going on? Have you seen other comments like this?”

“I don’t know. I know audiences were kinda split in season three but it’s really started taking off again since the double episode premiere of Born Again. I’m so sorry, Y/n. But you can’t listen to them, ok? You’re amazing!”

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut as tears leaked from them. She slowly shook her head as she listened to her friend. That’s easy for her to say, she thought.

“Y/n?”

“I have to go, F/n,” she said, not giving her the chance to say anything else before hanging up. Y/n dropped her phone and her hand flew to her mouth to keep herself from sobbing. She had no idea fans hated her so much. Coming in at the end of Daredevil season 2 was huge for her and had brought on an amazing opportunity with Born Again. Was she really that bad? Did the directors make a mistake bringing her on? Was she worthy of sharing the set with Charlie and the others? Did she belong with them?

The next day of filming, Y/n arrived and tried to stay out of sight as much as possible. She knew the others would be able to tell right away that she was off and she really didn’t feel like having a heart-to-heart right now.

When she was out of wardrobe and makeup, she snuck onto set where they ended the day before, sending a quick wave to the director.

“Has anyone seen Y/n?” Charlie’s voice echoed.

She slumped against the wall, ready to shoot, as she heard the director say how Y/n had just passed him by. Y/n heard Charlie’s footsteps echo closer and closer until he was standing in the doorway, Daredevil costume on and helmet in one hand.

“Y/n, love, what’s wrong? Where’s the usual flying hugs you give every morning?” he asked, his attempt at a lighthearted smile on his lips to mask his concern.

Y/n bit her lip to keep it from trembling and shrugged. “Just a little tired. A friend had me up last night. I’m just ready to go,” she said simply, hoping she came off apathetic.

Charlie went to speak but stopped when the director called for him. He looked at Y/n one more time and nodded. “Alright. If you’re sure.”

Y/n acted her best smile and nodded, then Charlie was on his way. When he was out of sight, Y/n sighed and rested her head against the wall, closing her eyes to fight off the sting at the back of her eyes. Don’t cry, don't cry, don't cry, she thought. This is literally the worst place. The scenes outside the room went on and soon enough, it was Y/n’s turn.

Emily’s head felt fuzzy as she sat up against the wall. She moved a hand from her abdomen to hold her head but noticed it was wet with blood. She looked down and saw blood seeping through her shirt and she let out a whimper.

@ Y/nL/n isn’t even that good.

Emily’s lip wobbled as she heard what were hopefully Matt’s footsteps jogging towards her direction.

“Ok, Em. We need to get out of- are you bleeding?” Matt cut himself off when he got the taste of copper in the air that wasn’t as strong before. He dropped to the ground next to her and removed one of his gloves, hovering his hand over her until he felt the heat and moisture from the wound on her side.

“He-He must’ve cut me when I fought to get away,” she said.

Y/n cursed herself for the stutter but figured it could play out as pain.

Matt bowed his head for a moment before hearing sirens approaching about a mile out. “Ok. Ok, you’re gonna be fine. We just need to get you out of here, ok? I just need you to stay awake for me. Can you do that, beautiful?”

They expect us to believe she’s related to that greek g-d? I dont think so.

Between the thoughts in her head and the feelings she was playing out for the screen, her own emotions elevated and she let out a sob, immediately throwing a hand up to cover her mouth.

“Y/n?” Charlie sobered up real quick, dropping everything Daredevil in a split second.

“Cut!”

“Y/n, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Charlie asked again, gently gripping her shoulders, trying to get her to look at him.

Y/n just shook her head and stood quickly, trying to run off but failing when Charlie grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms. Pathetic sobs escaped Y/n’s lips as she trembled in Charlie’s arms. He looked over his shoulder and saw the director signal the others to head out to give them a moment.

“You’re ok. You’re ok. Let it out. It’s just us, the others left,” Charlie said, his voice soft. The girl let out a mix between a cry and a sob, prompting Charlie to rub his hand over her back, quietly shushing her. When she began to quiet down a bit, he used one hand to pull his Daredevil mask off and drop it to the ground before moving it back to Y/n’s head. “C’mon, love. Do you wanna go to your trailer?”

Y/n nodded against his shoulder and let him wrap an arm around her shoulders and lead her to her trailer, avoiding any passing glances as they went.

Once they were safely inside, Y/n turned to wipe the tears off her face but Charlie grabbed her arm and spun her around. “None of that,” he said. “You don’t need to hide. Not from me. Please tell me what’s going on. I can’t help if I don’t know, yeah?”

Y/n let out a shuddery sigh and sat on the couch, Charlie sitting next to her.

“I was honest in a way when I said a friend had me up last night,” she said, not wanting him to be mad at her for keeping things from him. “But there was more to it.” Charlie kept his eyes on her but stayed silent, letting her speak as she was ready. She felt another wave of tears coming as she relented, “She…she sent me one of Marvel’s posts about Born Again and mentioned the comments…most of them were the fans being split on how the first episode started but…there were others about me…not good ones…Charlie…they hate me,” Y/n sobbed, finally looking into his eyes. “I-I knew there were some sparse comments when I first started in the show but not like this. They-They aren’t just talking about Emily; they’re talking about me, Charlie. About how I’m not that good and-…”

“And what?” Charlie probed gently.

“And how I don’t look like you. Someone said how they can’t be expected to believe I’m related to you on-screen because you look like a greek g-d.”

“Ok, first of all - I definitely do not look like a greek g-d. Unless my last name is Hemsworth I don’t think I could get remotely close to that,” Charlie said, earning a teary chuckle from Y/n. “And second of all - I think it’s time I teach you a very important lesson: you cannot listen to people like that, ok? I know it’s easier said than done but you have to tune them out. If you can’t avoid them altogether then tune them out. They’re just haters,” he added with an american accent, making Y/n laugh again. “And if that’s not enough, I’ll remind you every. Single. Day how amazing you are, alright?”

At this, Y/n looked down at her hands before looking up at Charlie through her lashes. “Am I though?” she said meekly. “What if the directors made a mistake with me? What if I’m not talented enough? If enough people hate me, who’s to say I deserve to be with the rest of you?”

“I’m gonna stop you there,” Charlie interjected. “You are good enough. You hear me? And do you wanna hear a secret to prove it? When the producers and directors were getting together for Born Again - I wasn’t their first thought for Matt.” Y/n’s eyes widened and her head shot up at this. ”That’s right,” he said with a somewhat sad smile. “So if you feel like you don’t belong, I almost wasn’t even here in the first place. Besides, you’re the most talented person I’ve ever met - especially so young. Vincent, Elden, and Deborah would all agree with me. In fact, they’ve all said it at some point. And you are beautiful. Anyone who says otherwise is just self-conscious about their own looks and they’re trying to make themselves feel better by picking on someone they think is superior to them.”

Y/n mustered a half smile. Charlie had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Get your phone out. Pull up instagram,” he said, holding his hand out. Furrowing her brow, Y/n did as she was asked then handed her phone over. Charlie went through until he found the post she was talking about. He scrolled a bit, he and Y/n remaining silent as he did so.

“Here,” he finally said. “If our words aren’t enough - don’t stop on the negative comments. Keep scrolling until you find the replies that defend you.” When Y/n looked at him confused, he smiled a bit as he read the replies out loud. “Emily Murdock is not a waste character. I think she adds even more depth to Matt’s character and gives him family to hold onto. Plus big brother!matt is amazing. His sister brings out a side of him we otherwise would never get to see

“Not good? You're joking right? As if foggy’s death wasn’t painful enough, @ Y/nL/n’s/Emily’s reaction GUTTED me (I cried too, @ IGuser)

“Yeah seriously - she’s amazing

“You must have confidence issues to pick on someone so talented #TeamEmilyForever (Charlie laughed as he read out the hashtag)

“If anything, @ Y/nL/n is the g-ddess (no offense Charlie Cox) (non-taken, mate)

“I live for the playful scenes between Cox and L/n. So sweet; makes my heart swell (mine too, @ IGuser2)

“There are so many more good comments than bad, Y/n. Believe those. Because you are enough. Ok?” Charlie handed her phone back and squeezed her hand for good measure.

Y/n’s eyes teared up, but in happiness this time. She gave him a real smile and nodded. Charlie pulled her into a hug that she happily returned.

“Thank you, Charlie,” she whispered.

The man smiled and gave her an extra squeeze. “Anytime. I take my duties as big brother very seriously, you know,” he joked.

Y/n chuckled and pulled away, wiping the last of her tears. “Don’t I know it. You tease me just as much if not more often than you comfort me.”

“Don’t act like you’re not the same!” he defended, chuckling a bit.

“I’m not nearly as bad as you,” Y/n grinned, glad the difficult part was over. And it was just her hanging with Charlie. With her brother.

“Oh yeah? You wanna see how bad I can get?” Charlie challenged in his Matt Murdock voice.

“Oho gosh no!” she laughed, jumping from her seat on the couch, only to be pulled onto Charlie’s lap and locked in his arms.

The laughter that filled the trailer after was a sign to the rest of the cast and crew that everything was ok now. They were thankful but not as much as Y/n was. If there was one person who could always fix things when they were down, it was Charlie. Her brother on screen and off. He always took his big brother duties seriously. And he always would.

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