#so things are continuing to Take Form ahh it's exciting :) :) :)

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ heaven ~ i. midoriya

sum: after years of not seeing him, he finally shows up, asked to join the agency you work at. you remembered him, but did remember you?

pairing: pro hero! izuku midoriya x female pro hero! reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, slight teasing, dirty talk, marking, multiple/implied multiple orgasms, fingering, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content, aftercare.

a/n: slight spoiler ahead - set in an au where the end events of the manga didn’t happen, where izuku doesn’t lose one for all, still finishes u.a and is currently the world's number one pro. this has been rotting in my drafts for a while, but i didn’t have a chance to edit it. as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.9k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

Looking around the semi-crowded street, you let a soft hum of annoyance pass your lips as you continued forward. Due to there being hardly any criminals for the past few days now, you had found yourself, yet again, on patrol on a slow day. Not only were you patrolling, but you also caught glimpses of three other pro heroes who were in the area, looking as bored as you were.

A sudden chime in your ear made you stop as you looked at the other heroes, noticing they were still patrolling and talking to citizens. How odd. Lifting your finger, you tapped on the device and placed your free hand on your hip as you continued to scan the area out of habit. "What’s up?".

"(h/n), can you come back to the office? We have someone coming and we want our best hero here when they arrive". Furrowing your brows, you glanced in the direction of the voice, opening your mouth to question the communication when they spoke again, seemingly reading your mind.

"And yes, it's been cleared. We've heard it's another slow day, so there's no need for you all to be out there".

Letting out a hum, you turned on your heel and began to make your way back to the agency you were working at. "Sure you're not trying to butter me up there? I'll be there in ten".

Walking through the doors, you stretched and sighed softly, the cool air of the air con lapping against your skin felt refreshing. You had a few spare moments before heading to the meeting room, so you opted to grab a drink, making your way to the meeting room not long after.

Opening the door with a click, you noticed quite a few of the other heroes you worked alongside already there. A sea of murmurs greeted you as you greeted them back, taking your place at the side while you all waited for whoever they had made you come back for.

Up front, you saw the owner of the agency standing there with another figure by their side, most likely their assistant, who called you back. "Ahh, (h/n), now that you're here, I can introduce you to the newest hero to join us~". Your boss lifted a hand and motioned to the door as eyes followed, looking at the door that was clicking open again.

Green was the only colour you could focus on as your eyes widened. You had to be seeing things, this couldn't be real, right? You had to be in some sort of dream. Yeah, that's right, a stupid dream. You and the rest of your classmates thought he'd disappeared, seemingly moving away to the other end of the country or beyond.

No one had heard from him in years. Yet there he was, walking past you as everyone followed with their gaze. "~The number one pro hero, Deku". A confident wave and bright smile replaced the once timid and shy movements of the young boy you remembered.

As you tried to wrap your head around what you had just seen, a group began to form around the hero with words of excitement buzzing in the air. By the time you had managed to somewhat comprehend things, the group had disappeared, giving you the perfect time to go over and say hello to an old friend. Would he recognise you? You'd doubted it, but it didn’t hurt to see. "Well, if it isn't Izuku Midoriya in the flesh".

The sudden intrusion of your words, and the fact that his name had been used, seemed to take him by surprise as he took a closer look at your face. It took him a moment longer than usual to put the pieces together, but he got there, eyes widening as you smiled brightly at him. "(y/n)? Is that you?".

Ever since that day when you had both been reunited, the two of you had been virtually inseparable. Spending more time together, be that on missions or in general, had resulted in the two of you becoming close again. Closer than what you both had been before.

Then came the rumours that surrounded you both, some sweet and innocent and others downright dirty. Of course, the latter made Midoriya blush. He couldn't imagine people saying those things, and yet there they were, plain as day. You were nothing more than a friend to him.

Sure, it had been a good few years since he last saw you and the rest of your friends, but he couldn't deny it even if he tried; you had become a beautiful young woman. Foreign feelings stirred deep inside of him, feelings that caused his body and mind to react in ways he hadn’t had since he was a teen. Sure, he'd had partners, but none of them fired him up the way you did.

Feelings he thought he had buried were starting to resurface all over again. Starting to increase each time he was with you until he couldn't handle them any more, the way he felt became too much to bear. Doing the only thing he could think of at that time, acting on how he felt around you, something he should have done back when you were both younger.

Everything seemed to move in a bit of a blur. One minute, you were sitting on the couch in Midoriya's house with him, TV on in the background as you both sat talking about various things. The next minute, you were on your back, pinned to the cushions as you both shared a hot kiss. The feelings that poured out between you both during that kiss had been pent up for some time.

A dark blush covered his face as he pulled back, trying to catch his breath, frame hovering over your panting form. "I-I can't take it anymore, (y/n), I-I need to do s-something~".

In what felt like mere seconds to you, articles of clothing had been scattered all over the floor before thick digits thrusted into your wet cunt, walls stretching deliciously making you whine out at the burning desire you felt again. "Hah, Izuku, p-please. I need you".

His fingers disappeared, causing you to whine out from the sudden emptiness before his stout cock began to press deep within you. Pressing past the ring of resistance, as desperate moans sounded. The overwhelming feeling of Midoriya stretching you made your back arch, hips wriggling as he buried himself deep inside. The pro hero took a moment to savour the feeling of your walls pulsating tightly around his cock, your needy cunt desperately trying to keep him there.

“Shit, you’re gripping me so good princess. Like that pretty pussy was made for me”. Those words alone had you moaning out, hands grabbing any part of him you could. You had to keep yourself sane.

With the slow pull back of his hips, you gasped slightly as the emptying feeling until you felt him thrust hard back into you. You swear if your eyes could roll any further back than they were already, they would. Bringing your legs up, you wrapped them around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as you pulled him closer to you. Your fingers dug into his forearms, nails leaving crescent moon marks as you tried to ground yourself.

Green eyes glanced at the fucked out look on your face, before dragging down your body, watching the way your tits jiggled with each desperate thrust. Watching the way your body bounced in time with his movements, the small sheen starting to cover your body. He was eager to show you how much he needed and wanted you, even after all these years. "F-Fuck, why did I wait this long to get in this cunt of yours?".

The words caught you off guard as a loud mewl slipped past your lips, hands flying to his back before you dragged your nails down, red marks being left against pale skin as you arched further into his body.

You could feel that knot in the pit of your gut tighten, and you knew, knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were crying out from the pleasure. You could already hear how wet you were, messy sloshing noises only added to the way you were feeling. "Izu, fuck, I-I'm gonna~".

His rough thrusts never ceased as he reached between you both, pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his fingers pressed against the small bump he was creating inside you. “Come on, baby, let go for me, want to feel you all over”.

All it took was a few more harsh thrusts to have you lose your sanity, to have your back arch beautifully as you gasped out. Broken cry of Midoriya’s name sounded from your throat as your vision blurred. You were almost sure you felt some of your slick squirt out, no doubt coating not only his cock and thighs, but the sofa beneath you.

The overwhelming feeling of feeling full took over your now overly sensitive cunt, breathy moans sounding louder. “That’s a good girl, but I'm far from done, princess".

Before long, you’d lost all sense of time as you continued to be fucked senseless by the man above you.

Your legs were numb, your clit and cunt were overly stimulated and your body began to grow tired. Despite that, you felt another wave of euphoria nearing, gripping Midoriya's arm as you anchored yourself, a strangled sob left your throat as tears slipped from your eyes. Your nails were sure to leave more marks, marks that would no doubt bleed, not that the pro seemed to mind.

Deep moans sounded from above you as you turned your watery, glassy stare to the man responsible for the state you were in. You could tell he was close as his thrusts became sloppy, desperately rutting into you as he chanced his own euphoria. After a few more sloppy thrusts, Midoriya let out a guttural moan, hips stalling as he filled your cunt with his cum. “F-Fuck, that’s it (y/n), take it all. Going to fill you so full you’ll be dripping me for days”. The hot fluid seeping deep within you as sparks of his quirk flashed around you both.

Lifting your arm, you brought a hand up to his face and cupped it, guiding him down to your lips as you held him close. You took a moment to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, humming softly as you mumbled against the skin. “I love you, Izuku”.

The words took him by surprise, green eyes widening as they looked down at you, face still flushed as hair clung to you, offering his own sweet smile a moment after. “I know you do, and I love you too, (y/n)”.

Wrapping his arms around you as best he could, he pulled his cock out of you. A moan of loss sounded from you before you felt yourself being moved, held close against his chest as he carried your sore body to the bathroom, helping clean you up once you were settled in the hot water.

A thumb rubbed the small of your back in a comforting manner. No words needed to be spoken, but at that point, you both knew what you were to each other. The feelings you both held were finally shared for the other to feel.

Although you had both been caught up in the throes of pleasure a few minutes ago, nothing could have prepared you for the words that were uttered next.

"Next time, I’ll show you that blackwhip is good for something other than restraining villains".

© springismss 2025 - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

[phantomsies]

die for me • a. artlert - kinktober part one

“..once I get inside, you’ll wanna die for me..”

kink: drug play

📝 other themes and things: producer/artist!armin, fem!black reader, drug use (coke use, percs in nether regions, you get my drift), fingering him for .2 seconds, mirror play, choking, oral sex (m. receiving), backshots, heavy kissing, squirting, spit play, pet names, prone bone

wc: 2.2K

📃 foreword: hi lovelies! just wanted to say thank you for allowing me to start fresh and supporting my work/transition throughout all of this. Also, being patient with me bc I’ve been slow as hell about posting again!

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euphoria. It’s a feeling of excitement that manifests in different forms..a sensation achieved by the best experiences. Some get there by taking substances, others through thrill seeking. And for Armin Artlert?

“Oh God…yeah, that’s it, beautiful. All the way down…”

it was the fulfillment of his carnal desires…a constant high he’d chase with liquor or whatever narcotic he was choosing to divulge in for the evening. Just one of his many, less than savory vices. He knew it wasn’t a lifestyle he could maintain forever..and hell, it may even catch up to him sooner rather than when he’d like. But for now, he was enjoying the chaotic ride and every bump it had to offer along the way.

“Ahh!—fuck…good girl. Now hold it..I know you can do it, baby. Just take that dick to the back of your throat f’r me..all the way.”

it was an evening like the many others (y/n) (l/n) spent in the company of the famed producer and notorious bachelor. You’d spent the entirety of your day seated in a high chair as makeup brushes patted your gorgeous face. That delicate crown filled with luscious, kinky curls sat atop your head and was styled for a photoshoot. It was in the midst of a break that you’d return to your dressing room, greeted by a dozen roses..along with the charming smile of your beau. He was adamant on the fact that he despised interrupting your work but he truly couldn’t help but to sneak in some quality time with you. It was widely out of character for him and quite frankly, hell had a better chance of freezing twice over than Armin being monotonous! However, you’d invoked quite the change in him and it was so obvious, it was almost laughable. He’d inform you that he wanted you to finish up your job without pause but tonight, he’d be coming to scoop you up and he wanted you all to his lonesome.

fast forward, and that plan became reality. Now here you were..being all but defiled on his bedroom floor as you sat with your thighs slightly spread and upright on your knees. Saliva had pooled and trickled down from your mouth to those plump breasts he adored. Your pretty face practically smeared with spit and his precum. A beautiful, delicious mess, all of his creation and he loved it.

“Here, open your mouth, beautiful.” “Mmmm..thank you...”

With that, he greeted you with another lob of spit whilst gently tugging your head back. That’s when you’d begin to devour that thick cock whole..from the base to the tip with little resistance. Swallowing every inch and allowing him to hollow out your throat as if it were nothing. It was no unbeknownst secret to him that you were pretty damn freaky of your own volition. Hell, there were instances that you’d made him tap out but you were on an entirely different wavelength at the moment. You were practically insatiable and Armin was enjoying every waking second of it! A grin would stretch from ear to ear on the producer’s face when you’d take his shaft into your palm and stroke it. Meanwhile, your lips suctioned around those swollen balls, alternating between them to place gentle kisses and licks along the veined perimeter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, baby. Oh my gosh, I love you..you’re going to make me come so hard, I swear..” his tone was almost desperate and whiny as you continued on. But perhaps, the best was yet to happen when he felt a foreign sensation emit throughout his body. Those gorgeous brown eyes had become dilated and you were practically unstoppable.

“Am I making you feel good, daddy? Like when I spit on this fucking dick for you?”

“Yes, sweetheart. You’re doing fucking amazing. Make sure you get all that precum too..”

So much so, that your head would completely lower onto his shaft, taking the entire thing down your throat and holding it in place with minimal gagging. You’d stay there for a few seconds longer before coming up and emitting heavy strings of saliva with you. Once you did so, strings of your bodily fluids would seep down his pelvis and once it did, you’d use that makeshift lubricant to tease his other entrance.

“Fuuuck! Baby… ‘S so good..swear I should marry you right now.”

Nearly reducing him to a babbling mess. Constantly doting on you as you awoke all of his carnal desires. Exploring and opening his eyes to things he’d never experienced. He’d had his fair share of sexual encounters but there wasn’t one girl who’d ever pushed the boundaries the way you had. He had fallen in love all over again at that moment. One could even chock it up the heightened sensitivity you gained when taking drugs. It were almost as if both of you were in another reality and completely out of your heads. He’d even sniffle a few times, wiping his nose from the powdery substance he’d consumed earlier. You on the other hand, had been given a pink tablet that had melted on your tongue and since, (y/n) had lost all sense of morality and self control. The only thing on your mind was fucking him until he passed out and vice versa.

What was even more attractive was that you hadn't stopped moaning around his shaft and stroking your clit since you’d been down there. Becoming increasingly more aroused and soon, you’d need something to fill that ache in your womb. Fingering yourself hadn’t been quite sufficient, despite your orgasm already. With a deviant grin on your face, you’d begin to giggle and lob more saliva around the entire area; even making slurping motions on his that sensitive sack.

“Yeah? I’ll really let you do whatever you want to me then.” Ironic considering that you had already surpassed limits that other girls wouldn’t dare. That’s when he’d lean forward and place a deep kiss onto your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth and clutched your throat in the process.

“That’s very..very good to know. Here, do me a favor and crawl over to the mirror, sweetheart. I’ve gotten something for you.”

suddenly, you were on all fours..swaying your hips as you followed his instructions. Like a lynx in the wild who couldn’t be tamed. His view was consumed with that round, plump ass and those fat pussy lips in the back and it was enough to make his cock twitch once more. Coated in precum and spit, Armin stroked himself, bucking his hips up into his palm before joining you on the floor. His knees were grazed by the furry carpet whilst he mounted behind you. The giant reflective glass perfectly captured both of your expressions in that moment. Grinning from ear to ear, completely dazed but certainly not confused. You both knew exactly what you wanted. Those pupils had become dilated and the surrounding areas bloodshot…

“Look at you..so perfect. You have no idea how beautiful you are, baby…” it was whilst he was talking, the desperate blonde reached over and retrieved another small baggy from the bed. It was just one of many substances he’d procured for the evening. Affectionately dubbing them his ‘party favors’. He’d usher you to back up against him as he maneuvered so that he was somewhat positioned underneath you. With your thighs spread to the opposite side of his own and that ass placed atop his crotch, Armin would place a hand into the center of your back to ensure that it was slightly arched.

“There we go, sweetheart…keep it just like that.”

Meanwhile, he’d run a singular thumb between your wet folds and that puckering asshole. All of it was so perfectly on display for him. Sucking his teeth, the famed producer would go on to extract the pill from the baggy before teasing it against that other entrance. It took a moment for you to get acclimated but it didn’t take long for the sensation to kick in. That puckering hole accepted it with ease and immediately began to take effect. Strings of your arousal were already leaking but once he inserted that tiny tablet, you were practically insatiable. That dazed expression on your pretty face became all but a permanent fixture…drool seeped from the corner of your mouth and your pupils remained glossed over.

“G-aghhh…I love it..makes me so fucking wet..”

Armin, becoming ecstatic at the sheer sight alone uttered a laugh as he navigated your hips until that dripping cunt was positioned right above the aching tip of his cock. “Yeah, you always did like these…I swear you’re the only person who would let me do some shit like this.” “Well you’re the only man I’ve met, willing to do it..so I guess it works out.” The two of you exchanged another set of laughs before the real action began.

“Can I put it in now, angel?..”

“I’d be pissed if you made me wait any longer..”

“Somebody’s eager..that’s my girl. Now stay still.”

foaming both at the mouth and entrance to be stuffed full of him, (y/n) would take a glance back and await his next move. Suddenly, you’d find yourself releasing a loud moan and arching your back even further as that swollen tip penetrated your hole. The initial feeling was like none you had ever experienced..it always was as if it were the first time with Armin. Hell, that’s just how amazing the sex was. But it was something about those substances coursing your veins and adding fuel to the fire that hit differently. In a matter of seconds, you were both trembling but could not stop. Slowly but surely, he’d feed you deep yet rhythmic strokes, trying to maintain his composure.

“Oh my gosh…look at how wet you are already, sweetheart. This pussy’s so creamy.”

Just as you were beginning to become acclimated with those strokes, Armin would increase his speed and begin to feed you more rhythmic thrusts. His hips snapping against your backside as he dug his nails into your flesh. The collision of that thick ass made it all but impossible for him to maintain his composure.

“Mmmmph..that dick feels so good..so deep in me..”

“Yeah? I’m not even in your spot yet and you’re already dripping. Might have to feed you some of this shit more often, baby.”

the soft whine escaping your lips as your head tilted back and it allowed him the opportunity to coil his hands around your throat. It was then that you were met with a slight hinge of aggression. Not in a violent or mean way but it was stemming from the fact that he was overstimulated. Those drugs were coursing through your systems at rapid speed so any sensation you felt was increased tenfold. Every thrust, every thrash, every touch and every glide in and out of those wet folds were driving him crazy! The same applies to you..every stroke became far more intense than the last and that ball of climatic energy began to swell in the pit of your stomach, ready to burst at any second. Strings of dripping warmth began to stain his exposed thigh and the carpet underneath your clashing bodies. Before long, those minimal droplets would expand to a large puddle as he caught a glimpse of your face in that mirror…you’d watch your own reflection as your body jolted around and suddenly your eyes were at the back of your head.

“Shit! I’m fucking coming!..”

“Theeeere we go, sweetheart. Squirt on that fucking dick..good girl.”

Whilst you released a heavy stream of warm juices, Armin would keep a light grasp on your hips as he allowed you to ride out your orgasm. Those sweet moans and shrill cries pooled out along with those divine droplets of your bodily nectar. It wasn’t long before you’d find yourself writhing around underneath his entire body weight though…as he had maneuvered you into a prone bone position shortly after. Pinning those wrists behind your back, Armin would then plank himself atop of your trembling frame; bucking those hips against the rippling flesh of your ass. The sight of that recoil alone was enough to make him reach his own peak. But alas, he’d maintain his stride a little bit longer. After all, neither of you had any plans of quitting any time soon…the adrenaline of the moment and the influence of those substances were keeping you both amplified beyond what should have been normal human capacity. But perhaps, the strongest one of all flowing throughout your veins was pure, unadulterated lust!..an insatiable desire for one another that couldn’t be kicked with the strongest of rehabilitation. It was a night that had only reached its beginning stages and who knew what lay in wait next…

“I’m gonna play in all these pretty holes, baby…I don’t give a fuck how long it takes. Not gonna stop until we pass out..you know how I like it.”

and it was a venture that you were looking more than forward to!

[wandagcre]

What do you think abt Sam (non g!p) has the first time with her gf and she cums first (and gets very embarrassed afterwards, cuz she didn't even need to be touched for that!)

first time | sam carpenter 🔞

(Sam Carpenter x Fem!Reader)

Sam never understood the clichés of firsts, until you – the only one that mattered.

WARNING: make out session, fingering, first time - set in Scream universe | 18+ men & minors dni. Words: 1.1k Note: the softest smut i have written yet ahh enjoy! <3

"Fuck," Sam gasped, breathless as you were. "You feel- it's blowing my mind..." she tilts her head and slips in her tongue.

A small smile escaped your lips, knowing how the woman couldn't compose her words properly at your intense make out sessions as this. you let her in, finding her eagerness adorable. The soft rubs of your thumb on her nape only reeled Sam further to your touch. She takes off your top and the hunger in her motion made you arch your neck.

You slow down a little and Sam is tad confused but it doesn't stop her. Her own lips chased yours as you pull away and it didn't faze Sam, who continued caressing her hands onto your bare torso.

You and Sam had barely left one another enough for your lips to become numbed with the well-known dance that has been going on for minutes now. Her eyelids fluttering as she's wrapped in a dazed sensation – the rustling of your limbs against each other and touching and seeing you – has left the entirety of Sam scorching hot.

"Baby, baby," you moan in muted tone. The pit of fire in Sam’s stomach continues to burn, although she finally looks at you in concern.

"Are you okay? we can stop anytime,"

The tenderness is palpable on her doe eyes. You can't resist but run a finger softly on those hooded eyelids.

"Funny how i was going to ask you the same thing. You beat me to it," you say with a crooked smile. Your hands loosely wrapped around her waist and somehow, Sam’s body reacted too enthusiastically, and it made her hips buck onto your front. "Someone's excited."

"I can't help it, you know that too well, querida..."

"And I can definitely attest to that." An inevitable grin breaks out of Sam’s pretty face. It's so easy with you. "I’m all in, baby."

"I am, too. all in. I love you," Sam murmured as if she was in a daydream, stroking your cheek.

Sam drinks the appearance that beholds her. Your skin so soft and delectable, that she failed to keep her hands off you. The creases in your face with your gentle smile. Your soul that welcomed her without a hint of prejudice; paired with your eyes that relayed nothing but acceptance and love.

How Sam got lucky with you is lost on her.

Sam pulled you in once again, the softness gritting into a deplore of conviction; wanting to express how much you mean to her – cheesily enough, you are her world now.

Unfortunately, it also meant she had grown ridiculously damp. a stretch of her lower limb would make it seep much worse. She feels the electric coursing through her veins, prickling soundly onto her sensitive areas. She feels bare and vulnerable in all forms, you didn't even have to touch her that much for her to come undone.

It was mind blowing how Sam haven't thirsted this much to her previous partners before. Even with your limbs intertwined and skins grazing upon another, it simply wasn't enough. Sam is constantly chasing for more.

"I want to have you first," you breathed softly on Sam’s ears to her surprise, making her temperature rise even more. "Please, let go for me, Sammy. I promise to take care of you."

You look at her with glossy eyes, filled with devotion. How can Sam ever say no to you?

She nods with no reluctance to your glee. Oh god, this is happening. Sam feels your fingertips along her abdomen, touch so incandescent, that it made her muscles contract, as it makes its way further down to your goal.

When the heel of your palm laid on her lower stomach, fingers stretching in to go underneath her underwear, Sam felt herself vividly ooze a palpable amount of wetness that made her heave out of breath – thigh muscles spasming that she can barely move.

She rasped a moan as she laid her forehead on your shoulder.

"Are you okay, Sammy?" your eyes went wide in concern.

She weakly laughed. "Yeah, yes. Shit i think– this is unreal. I just came. I surely just felt it," she retracts her hold around you to cover her face in embarrassment. "Now I feel ridiculous. that- that wasn't supposed to happen,"

You looked at Sam bewildered at the news she had dropped.

"Baby, no, no. look at me," you shook her by the shoulder gently and cradled her face. "That's nothing to be shy of. If anything, I’m happy to make something as sex not only pleasurable by means of aggressive throes of lust, but comfortably mind-blowing to you."

It took a while for your words to sink in for Sam. She bit her lip, nodding in agreement. Sam looks at you straight in the eye. All she saw was comfort. Safety. Love. All of which resounded strongly when it comes to you. Slowly, the feel of embarrassment ebb out of her system.

This wasn’t a quick fuck, nor a casual thing. You weren’t cheeky and condescending as the other men she had encountered.

Sam felt like she mattered for once – as though she wasn’t a meat or a conquest.

The thought wasn’t lost on you as Sam looked at you in wonder and it breaks your heart. You decide to grasp her hand and place gentle kisses on her knuckles. The same hands that have gone through unimaginable violence, yet it’s gentle and slightly trembling in your hold.

"Thank you, mi querida."

The kissing resumed as your fingers also continued making its way to the depths of Sam’s crevice. The pad of your fingers that she ushered for you to rub harder had sent her on the edge. The soft gasps of excitement and pleasure, Sam couldn't take it.

Every touch had her entirety reeling, as though you had her absolved all her sins. Nothing else mattered.

"Listen to me, you're doing great. You look... beautiful."

Albeit it came rarely, Sam was somewhat desensitized to praises. But yours were raw and innocent. Sam feels her heart thumping louder than ever.

"Always a charmer,"

From there, she cants her pelvis closer to you, rocking her hips to the newfound rhythm – riding your fingers. All Sam can think about was your name. She met your thrusts and each time, you never failed to give her praise. I love you, I love you, I love you -- you confess, akin to worshipping a deity. The open mouthed kisses on her sternum and chest that you spread all over her, has made Sam's head spin. You simply understood how vulnerable and hard it was for the woman to let go. Sam swore she felt heaven – it made her surrender all her strength completely under your touch. She has never known a safer place as yours.

Wet enough she was, and this time both of you couldn't hold back your smiles, complemented by neediness, as you make love for the first time.

do not repost/translate on other sites. © wandagcre

[wonderingpanda]

Glad I Found You

2012!Raph x Reader

Just thought I might throw something out there as a silly little Christmas thing before the season ends.

The lair was filled with excitement as everyone was piled in and moving around. April was wrapping gifts with Donnie.

“Okay! That’s three gifts done already. What do you think Donnie?”

Her jaw dropped in awe, Donnie had already formed a detailed stack of wrapped gifts. The paper positioned perfectly with neat ribbons and bows covering the whole thing.

“How did you do that!?” He shrugged and smirked.

“Anything can be accomplished with the correct calculations.”

Just as he spoke Mikey came running through and toppled the pile of gifts taking Donnie with them.

“Mikey!” He yelled after lifting a gift away from his face.

“Sorry dude!” Mikey called back. “Gotta get these decorations going!”

He ran over to the tree the turtles had set up near the tv area. Leo had explicitly stated that they couldn’t put it against the wall as he wanted every decoration to be seen.

“Mikey, have you got the rest of them?” Leo asked frantically. Mikey panted and sighed as he dropped the heavy box of ornaments to the floor.

“Every last one.” He groaned before dropping to the floor.

“Come on Mikey don’t give up now. We’re so close.”

Mikey raised his hand and slipped an ornament onto one of the branches best he could until Leo panicked started yelling.

“What are you doing!?”

“What!?” Mikey shot up and frowned. “You said to not give up I assumed you meant decorating the tree so I kept decorating the tree!”

“Yeah but.” Leo plucked the ornament off. “I already said that the golds, reds and silvers can’t touch. It needs to look well structured. Candy canes on the tips of the branches, baubles on the top and bottom (without any clashing colours) and special ornaments in the middle. This isn’t going to work if we don’t follow the formula.”

Mikey groaned and collapsed on the floor again.

“I can’t bro. Go on without me, it’s too hard.”

“Suit yourself.” Leo smiled and continued reaching for more decorations.”

Y/n smiled at the scene of the entire lair as she stepped inside. Mikey, given he was the only one unoccupied, was the first to notice her arrival.

“Hey, wassup dudette!”

“Hey Mikey!” She smiled and laughed. “How’s it going?”

“Ugh boring, Leo’s taking all the fun out of tree decorating! It’s not that deep bro.”

Rolling his eyes, Leo looked back and down at his younger brother.

“Uh yes it is, we’ve barely gotten a chance to celebrate Christmas over the last year or so, so I’m going to do whatever I can to make this one perfect.”

“Because that’s a healthy mentality to have.” Y/n smiled.

Leo frowned and sent her a glare which Y/n wuickly brushed off cheerfully.

“Hey Y/n, sorry I don’t expect you to know or anything but do you happen to know when Casey will be getting here?” April asked bashfully.

“Oooooh.” The three brothers all spoke in sync and immediately began laughing their heads off.”

“Oh shut up.” April rolled her eyes smiling.

“I’m not too sure.” Y/n replied, stifling a laugh herself, but I think he said his family thing ends around 4 so he should be here sometime after then.”

“Thanks. Sorry for asking I just wanted to to make sure he’ll be here so I can-“

“Give him your special gift?” Y/n giggled and sat down, leaning in next to her. The two made eye contact and started laughing together giddily.

“If you’re both done over there.” Donnie cut through with an amused look on his face. “I think there’s someone who wants to see you Y/n.” He spoke in a sing-song tone.

“Alright, where is he? I thought he’d be out here with the rest of you.”

“You all taking about Raph!?” Mikey called from across the room.” He’s been locked up in his room all day! Not sure why though.”

With a bright face, Y/n quickly stood up and began heading towards Raph’s room waving goodbye to everyone else.

“Knock knock.” She called from outside the door, not even bothering to wait for a reply before barging in.

“Ahh, Y/n! Jeez!” Raph panicked and turned around, fumbling with something in his hands.

“Oooh watcha got there?” She teased, walking closer.

“A gift.” He sighed rolling his eyes, looking down at the floor with red cheeks. He stuck his hand out presenting the wrapped present. “For you.”

Y/n’s eyes lit up as she held it in her hands.

“Can I open it now?” She asked curiously.

“What kind of a question is that? Yes, of course you can!”

She smiled and began to tear away at the paper. Soon she was able to view the gift fully, a red loom band bracelet. She gasped and slipped it on.

“Just cos, you know, we can’t always be together so I figured if you’re up top side during the day or something it can be like a little reminder of me or us or whatever. I don’t know.”

“Raph.” Y/n laughed tearfully. “How long did it take you to make?”

“I don’t know, the thing kept breaking and I had to follow these weird tutorials. I had to get Mikey’s help, Mikey! But it worked in the end I hope.”

Y/n pulled him tightly into a hug. Snuggling into him slightly.

“I love it. Ooh, before I forget!” She then began searching for her own gift which she had hidden somewhere on her. “Here!” She cheered, finally pulling out the slightly crumpled present. Raph carefully took it from her and began to open it delicately, soon noticing something shiny inside.

A thin, metal rectangle on a stand. It could rotate in a circle serving as almost fidget toy, or so he thought. As he kept spinning it, Y/n eventually placed her hand on his and looked him the eye.

“Read it.” She smiled. Raph glanced down and noticed that there was indeed writing on either side of the rectangle. He slowly read it out.

“There are over 6 million turtles in the world.” He flipped it over the the other side. “But out of all of them, I’m glad I found you.”

He held the gift silently for a second, Y/n was about to ask if he was ok till he looked up at her with teary eyes. He pulled Y/n into a tight hug which she gladly reciprocated.

“I’m glad I found you too.”

Merry Christmas and I hope you enjoyed. Have an awesome day/night wherever you are!✨

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HI BAE!!!!!!! CONGRATS ON 600!!! 🙌🏼💓💓

go on without me - 16 + 21 with rafe🤭🤭🤭🤭

ahh thank you so much sweet abi!! I'm so sorry it took me so long, I just wasn't feeling satisfied with what I was writing :( I hope you like reading this! but please feel free to not read this if you aren't comfortable w the warnings given :)

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PAIRING: toxic!dark!rafe cameron x gn! musician!reader

SUMMARY: rafe doesn’t like another man touching you, not even as much as talking to you or looking at you.

WARNINGS: dark content! minimal swearing, established relationship, slight use of nicknames like babe, jealousy, over protective & possessive rafe, canon!rafe, toxic!rafe, threats to kill, allusions to anxiety and being scared, and kinda shitty writing (??) (please please let me know if something should be added!!!!)

EDITH SPEAKS: this is very, very new for me. this is my third attempt at this fic, the first two just didn’t turn out how I wanted, and the best approach just felt like dark!rafe. this is me basically exploring my writing and trying out new things and testing myself, so if it’s not as good as the rest of stuff you may have read, I’m really sorry, I’m a beginner 😭😭

please please heed the warnings, and it may not be as dark as some other stuff on here, it felt pretty dark while writing, and if at any moment you feel this isn’t for you please feel free to click off.

moreover, if I am being honest here, you might have read a lot of rafe fics based on this idea/prompt. so please don't think I copied someone off for this, this is completely my own creation.

and if you liked this, please please share your feedback with me, and reblog it to support my content <3

PROMPTS REQUESTED: “Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” “No we don’t – oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.” & “You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!”

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Everyone around you cheers out loud, glasses of champagne raised in the air as huge grins form on everyone’s faces. Your new single – after a break of over three years came out today, and you have already received an overwhelming amount of support. You’re in your studio, celebrating with your team and your amazing boyfriend.

“Congratulations babe,” Rafe smiles as he hugs you tight, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You grin at him, hugging him back even tighter as you mumble a ‘thank you’.

You all celebrate for some more time, drinking fancy champagne, eating food, and taking pictures to savor the moment.

You, Rafe, and Jim, your producer, are just talking at the side when you hear your name being called. You turn to see it’s Saylor, who is one of the interns at the record label you are signed with. Your single was the first project he worked on.

“Yeah?” You ask, smiling as you approach him.

“Congratulations on the release,” he smiles, and gives you a small hug. You gladly hug him back, a grin on your face.

“Thank you Saylor,” you smile. “You were absolutely great for your first project,” you say. “I was actually asking Jim if you’d like to continue working for the upcoming singles too,”

Saylor’s lips are pulled in a huge grin as his eyes light up. “You’re serious right now?”

You chuckle as you nod your head. “Yes, of course! I would love for you to be able to gain as much experience as you can,”

Saylor absolutely can’t contain his excitement as he pulls you in for another hug. You are caught off guard but gladly hug back, chuckling a little as you do so.

“Thank you so much,” he smiles. “Seriously, it means a lot to me,” he says, a certain spark in his eyes.

“Of course, a talent like yours shouldn’t go to waste,” you say.

His smile doesn’t falter as he speaks again. “Can I get a picture with you, if that’s not an issue?”

“Oh of course not!” You say, turning to look at Rafe. “Rafe?” You call out.

He breaks from the conversation he was having with Jim and walks up to you. “Yeah babe?” Saylor passes him his phone and asks him to take a picture of you two.

Saylor stands next to you as his arm wraps around your waist, maybe a little too tighter than it should be but you don’t really say anything. However, it doesn’t go unnoticed by Rafe, and he takes a sharp inhale when he sees Saylor’s side pressing more against you, as your arm rests around his shoulder.

Rafe tends to be… possessive, and you’ve always known that. Even when you both weren’t together, he wasn’t the biggest fan of how others would usually hit on you at parties, and would feel enraged when they wouldn’t let you go after you would politely ask to leave you alone.

But that possessiveness only increased when you both got together, when you officially became his girl. There’s nothing you can do about it, because that’s how Rafe is.

You can see the expression on Rafe’s face; the subtle ticking of his jaw, the acute twitching of his eye – you’ve known him long enough to identify his facial expressions just the second they appear. You are quick to remove your arm from Saylor’s shoulder, your arm now resting on your side, but Saylor doesn’t seem to catch on that; instead his grip on your waist tightens a bit, because he most probably wants you to wrap your arm around his shoulders again.

Nevertheless, Rafe takes the picture, and hands Saylor’s phone back. Saylor takes a few seconds before he lets go of you, which only happened because you gently removed yourself from his grip. You quickly appear at Rafe’s side and intertwine your hands, squeezing his hand tightly.

“Thank you for the picture,” Saylor smiles as he looks at the phone screen. All you say is ‘welcome’ with a small smile, and Rafe pulls you to a different part of the studio.

As the small party carries on, Saylor makes subtle moves – or moves which he thinks are subtle, but aren’t missed by Rafe at all. It’s Rafe’s last straw when Saylor gently grips your waist to move past you, saying a ‘sorry’ as he walks by. At that very moment, you decide it’s best if you talk to Saylor about it yourself, tell him that you know what he’s doing, and you clearly have a boyfriend. But before you can do that, Rafe’s arm wraps quickly around your waist, and his grip is tight.

Jim says something about going to a nice nearby restaurant for dinner, but Rafe cuts him off. “Actually, we’re leaving. We have something to get to.” He says firmly. You look at him with a slightly confused expression, thinking if you both do have any other appointments today or not, but your mind is blank.

“No we don’t –,” you say, but Rafe snaps his head at you, his jaw muscles tense, and your eyes slightly widen at the sight as you catch up in the fraction of a second. “Oh, okay fine I’ll call you guys later.”

Rafe leads you out of the studio, and you barely save your half full glass of champagne from falling off the table you’re trying to keep it at as he ushers you out. He opens the door of his truck for you and as you sit down, he slams it a little too harshly than usual. He walks around the truck and sits down next to you, his grip tight on the steering wheel as he starts to drive.

You take a deep breath as you lean back in the chair. This is not the first time this is happening, and you know it’s certainly not the last. You aren’t scared because you already know how this entire situation plays out. He will raise his voice at you, say stuff like how you’re his and only his, how he absolutely hates other guys looking at you a certain way because he just can’t bear the sight, and how he gives you the best treatment you can get.

You’re just silently listening to the soft music from the radio as you look out the window. You steal a glance at Rafe and see his jaw is still tightened, his grip tight on the wheel.

“Relax your jaw Rafe,” you say plainly, turning to look back out the window. You hear him take a sharp breath.

“I did not like how he was looking at you and holding you,” he utters.

You just roll your eyes at him, as if you knew that’s exactly what he was going to say. “It was just a picture Rafe, you don’t have to be so protective about that,” you say.

Rafe snaps his head towards you, but quickly turns back to look at the road. “Just a picture?” He echoes. “So you’re telling me you loved the way he was holding your waist hm?”

“Oh god when did I say that!” You retort. “And besides, did you not see? I literally removed my hand off his shoulders the instant you saw it, and moved away from him the moment you took the picture. There’s no need for you to get so worked up!”

You can see Rafe’s chest heaving as he takes rapid breaths, his jaw ticking as you can literally see a thunderstorm brewing up in him.

“You can’t just lose your temper like this each time you get a little upset!” You say exasperatedly. “You shouldn’t have been upset in the first place because there’s literally nothing to be upset about!”

Just the second those words leave your mouth, he bellows your name causing you to shut up right that moment. “Shut up!” He yells, smacking his palm against the steering wheel once. You feel the truck speed up, his foot pressing harder against the accelerator. You glance at the speedometer and see the needle pointing to larger numbers more and more with each passing second.

“Rafe-” you mumble out but you are cut off the very next instant.

“You just refuse to see it huh?” He hissed. “You refuse to see how I am the best for you. How I can, how I do treat you better than anyone else,” he goes on, and he uses his free hand to gesture around in the air.

“Get this in your head okay?” He speaks, his voice now eerily low as he gestures to his head, tapping his fingertips at his temple. “I never, ever want you as much as looking at someone else, you got that?”

You can feel the truck speeding up more. Your hands are clutching the sides of your seat, as your nails dig into the leather. Your lips are parted as you let out shaky breaths, your eyes wide and shiny with the layer of tears that have formed over them.

You thought you had seen the worst. Which was him arguing with you and telling you he’s the best for you. But right now, when his foot only seems to be pressing more and more against the gas pedal, your back pushed back against the seat due to the fast speed of the truck, you realize there’s a hidden side to Rafe you’ve never seen before.

“Rafe I-”

“Say it!” He yells, cutting you off swiftly. “Say it, that you won’t even look at anyone else!”

“Rafe please-” you mumble out, squeezing your eyes shut as hot tears flow down your face, leaving a sticky trail as they go down.

“Say it before I crash this truck in a fucking tree!”

His breathing is heavy, his eyes are wide, and you can’t recognise him anymore. His eyes are an icy blue instead of the usual dark blue you get lost in so easily, and that’s the moment you realize Rafe will never ever let you exercise any control over him. Ever.

“I-” you hiccup, “I won’t look at anyone else, okay?” You gasp, gulping down the lump in your throat as the tears keep on streaming down.

When you don’t feel Rafe slow down the truck, the seatbelt starting to dig into your neck harshly and your grip on the seat gets harder, your breathing gets more erratic as you try to gather more air to speak up again.

“Rafe, baby, please please slow down I…” you whisper, looking at him desperately.

You expect him to lash out, but he doesn’t, and the truck starts to slow down, coming at a normal pace. You move a shaky hand to your face, running your fingers across your skin to wipe off your tears, but your breath keeps on coming out in short gasps, and you feel yourself tremble a little; your heart loud in your chest.

The truck slows down more and more, and you see Rafe has parked it at the side of the road. The truck comes to a full stop, and you turn to look at Rafe through your still slightly blurry vision, your eyes now red, and panic being the only feeling clouding your mind.

Rafe rests his forehead against the steering wheel, taking in a deep breath. His grip on the wheel loosens a bit, the knuckles not so white anymore as their color flushes back. He lifts his head from the wheel and turns to look back at you, his eyes now not so icy, but still not the comforting warm blue you’ve always loved and adored.

A smile tugs on his lips, and it’s not the kind which always warms you up the moment you look at it, but it’s… sinister. It’s a smile you’ve never seen before. It’s the kind of smile that shows that he is enjoying seeing you this way. Seeing you so weak under his control.

He moves his hands to your face, brushing any loose strands off your slightly sticky face and gently running his fingers across your cheeks.

“Now baby,” he says softly, but the softness doesn’t comfort you – no. It scares you even more. “You made that a little too hard didn’t you, hm? Next time when I ask you to do something, just do it, okay? Don’t have time to wait, or- or to see how you react m’kay? Just… agree to what I say. It’s not as hard as you may think,”

He leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead, but at that moment, all you want to do is to scrunch up into a ball and be far, far away from him and his cold, unknown touch.

Your breathing fastens up, but all you can do is stare at him with wide eyes, wondering where did that sweet, loving boyfriend of yours go and got replaced by this?

When he sees you aren’t arguing back, his menacing grin only widens, and he takes his hands off you, turning to start up the truck again and continue to drive – as if absolutely nothing happened.

A hand rests on your thigh, softly rubbing the skin through the material of your pants, but you’re too afraid to even slightly move under the touch. It’s cold, it sends shivers down your spine, and you don’t know who’s hand it is.

If only someone could stop and tell you that you had lost your ‘loving’ boyfriend forever.

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Can you do gin ichumaru prompt 4? With smut.. ^^

Gin Ichimaru X Reader 18+

Note: I never realized how much of a challenge it would be to write for Gin, so I hope this is okay! During my research of his character, all I could think about was how him and Shinji would react to each other... Its an interesting thought! Minors do not interact!

Y/n was always curious the 3rd seat captain. She knew most people found that he looked like snake, ready to strike at any moment. She exciting it exciting and tempting which explained why she always sought him out, if only to stand next to him. Several times she would volunteer excitedly to go to his squad.

Gin on the other seen as an interesting little thing. Instead of running like a mouse into a field, this girl was drawn to him like a magnet. It filled him with interest and excitement that he barely contained. Whenever she would appear his large sly grin would appear on his face, his eyes shut just taking in her presence. And this day, it was no different.

Y/N held a large stack of papers that needed to be signed by Gin. She was excited and nervous all at once. When she stepped foot in his office and seen him, she lit up. "Captain Ichimaru!"

"Ahh, Y/N my dear... What brings you here?" He spoke slyly watching her. His mostly shut eyes admiring the way her uniform clung to her feminine form.

"Captain Kuchiki needed your signature, and I thought I would bring them to you." Y/n smiled sweetly, cheeks blushing as she laid the papers down. Gini grabbed the papers flipping through the packets but not actually paying attention. His mind was elsewhere.

"Is that so?" He stood up coming closer to her. He moved behind her watching her lean forward against his desk trying to reorganize the papers.

"Well, yes. Why else would I be here?" Those words went straight through Gin as his hands went on either side of the desk. He effectively had her pinned facing away from him. Slowly, gently he pushed her hair away from her neck. His sly smiled mouth brushing along his neck nice and slow making her gasped. He only stopped when he reach her ear whispering to her.

"Y/N Darling... Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't feel something for me.." He breathed out against her ear. Her face flushed, hands gripping his desk.

"Captain Ichimaru..." She tried to think, to speak, to do, but nothing came out.

"Gin, darling..." He slowly ran his lips along her ear. "Tell the truth... Hate for you to lie to me..." His sly voice sent a shiver down her spine.

"I... do feel something for you..." She gasped as he started kissing down her neck, a hot fire filling her body. His hands moved from the desk to grab her hips and hold her against him. One hand slid up wrapping around her throat, tilting her head to the side as he sucked and kissed her skin. Slowly teasingly, like a snake playing with its food.

"I know darling.... So obvious in how you blush and squirm..." He kept his grip on his throat firm as her other cam up grasping her tit through her uniform. His thumb teased across her perky nipple, a smirk on his face as she let out a sweet sigh. He used his chin to push her uniform down her shoulder a little as he lightly bit down as his hand continued to tease her tit through the fabric. His hips pressed forward as his hand slowly pushed the top open allowing her tits to be out. Her surprised moan went through him as he teased and lightly twisted the nipple his teeth still on her shoulder.

Y/N moaned her hips pressing back into his. His hand around her throat driving her wild, and his other on her tits not helping. And it made her thighs ache when he started giving her other tit attention.

Gin grabbed her hips turning her around and lifting her onto his desk. His mouth meeting hers in a deep, desire ridden kiss that made her shiver. his tongue slid into her mouth, tangling with hers as she moaned sweetly. He spread her thighs shifting more between them, his hands going to her hips to hold her in place as he grinded into her.

Y/n whined, having to pull back from his kiss to try to breathe. Pants filling the air as he kissed down her neck, his hand finding purchase back on her throat as he went lower. She gasped hips bucking forward and her wrapped his mouth around her nipple. She could feel the smirk on his mouth. "Cap- Gin..." She whined out, chest arching closing enjoying it too much for him to stop.

"What, darling? Do you want me to stop?" He smirked lifting his head a little, taking bliss in her frantic expression.

"No! Please don't!" Her lip quivered as she arched her tits back toward his face. A delicious little act that had him sucking on her other nipple. His tongue flicking the hardened bulb slowly, teeth grazing gently. Her sweet moans filling the air and going straight to his cock. He grabbed her hand pushing it to his crotch, sly smile on his lips.

"Hmm... Darling.. It seems I have a problem." Y/N gasped rubbing the length of his cock outside his pants. "Why dont you help yer captain?"

Y/N bit her lip slowly undoing his pants, her hand dipping down and grasping his cock slowly pulling it out. She brushed her thumb along the tip hearing the sweet sigh from his lips. "Ohh... Gin..." She groaned when his hand went around hers to set the pace for her to pump him.

"Thats it, good girl.... Just like that." He groaned lowly, hands moving to pull her pants down as she pumped him. He was having a hard time thinking, his cock hard and needing to burst.

Y/N's pussy fluttered as he called her good girl, her mind going hazy as she pumped him a little faster watching his hips buck deliciously. "Thats it Captain..." She bit her lip memorized by how his pre dripped in a strand from his cock.

Gin groaned finally managing to get her bare. His eyes on his cock, watching her pretty hand pump him. The pre dripping not doing him any favors as he slowly pulled her hand away. He looked up into her eyes. "Are you sure?" He wanted her but he needed confirmation.

"Yes, Gin.. Please?" A whine fell past Y/n's lips as Gins fingers slowly slipped into her pussy. He slowly pushed one in making sure she was wet. His thumb rubbed her clit as he pumped slowly, gently. She bucked into his hand, moaning. "Gin...."

"Just making sure yer ready..." He whispered, eyes open a little more watching her expressions as he slid another finger in pumping slowly. He scissored her entrance making it stretch just enough to where he could fit. Her juices soaked his fingers as he pumped a little more. When he was satisfied with her wetness, he slipped his fingers out grabbing her thigh and lifting it up to give himself the perfect angle.

"Please?" Y/N whispered as he positioned his cock at her entrance slowly. He pressed his hips forward, slowly gently making sure to let her adjust as he went in. Gin paused when he got all the way in. She gasped feeling the fullness provided to her by his cock. Her pussy fluttered as she gasped looking up at his big smile. "Gin... Please?"

Her words were all he needed to start thrusting. His hips moved slowly at first, enjoying the slow drag. His tip catching on her insides making him groan and her moan. He slowly lifted her leg up higher and pulling his closer. His other hand went back to her throat guiding her to lean back as he started to fuck her harder. He admired at how her tits bounced with each thrust, and her lips parted in gasps when he managed to hit her sweet spot. He smirked bigger slamming into over and over again. His climax fast approaching as he gripped her throat tighter, her breathe broken around his grasp.

"GIN!" Y/N managed to gasp his name out as her pussy clenched against his rough thrusts, her stomach tightening. She was close, her insides burning with the need to release. To coat him in her pleasure.

"Go on Darlin... Be a good girl for me." He groaned, hips starting to stutter, his balls tightening on the verge.

"Gin!" She cried out feeling the damn burst. Her waist jerked and made her arch as she came. The hot feeling spreading along her body. Gin squeezed her throat tighter cutting off her air as he came. His hips stuttering filling her pussy with his hot, thick seed. He panted, mouth moving to her shoulder as he came. He bit down gently slowly loosening his grip on her throat as she gasped.

"That's it, Y/N darling..." He sighed against her shoulder, kissing the skin before raising and looking at him. He had a smile, eyes mostly shut as he looked at her. "That was good."

Y/N's face was red as she panted nodding. "It was Gin...", she whispered. Y/N gasped as he slowly pulled out admiring how their mixed juices dripped down between her thighs.

"Now ain't that a pretty sight..." His sly voice filled the room making her cheeks flushed. He just smirked reaching her handkerchief. "Clean up, I do think the shower is calling for you."

Y/N flushed watching Gin walk off to the bathroom that was connected to the office leaving her to clean up and follow him. Something about his attitude was driving her up the wall. She quickly cleaned up throwing the cloth away, before following after him. She was excited about the future.

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Lost and Found: A Pirates Promise

.Chapter 48, part 2: Veil of Betrayal

A/N: We are back with a new chapter! This is the continuation of Chapter 48, since I divided it into 2 parts. Here we see the lines of defiance slowly beginning to crumble, and we get a shocking revelation, from who… Thank you guys so much for liking, commenting, and reblogging! I will be posting a teaser for tomorrow's chapter tomorrow along with the chapter. And without further ado, let the adventure begin!

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Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One Piece X Reader

Time passed, and I found myself in the château’s medical ward. “Shit, what happened?” I groaned, feeling like I had been hit by a battering ram.. again. Every muscle in my body ached, especially my head, where a dull throbbing pain persisted. I attempted to sit up, but the pain intensified, forcing me back down.

Just then, Reiju walked into the room, her expression unreadable. "Are you alright?" she asked, approaching the bed.

"What happened?" I muttered, trying to piece together the events. The last thing I remembered was walking down the stairs, and then... nothing. “Was I attacked?” I thought out loud, the fragmented memories swirling in my mind.

Reiju’s gaze flickered with something I couldn’t place. “We were told you fell down the stairs and were knocked unconscious,” she replied calmly.

“Cut the crap,” I snapped, frustration lacing my voice. “I didn’t just fall. I was attacked.” The pain was becoming unbearable, and I gritted my teeth. “Shit, why?”

I instinctively reached for my blade and thigh halter, but as I searched around me, I realized it wasn’t there. “My blade!” I exclaimed, panic rising. I searched the bed frantically, but it was nowhere to be found. "Great, now I’ve got to find that too," I thought bitterly.

Reiju sighed softly and approached me with a calmer demeanor. "I also came to get you ready for your wedding dress fitting," she said, her tone cautious.

"Hell no!" I yelled, gripping my head as the pain surged again. "I’m not playing dress-up. I have important things I need to do," I gritted out, but the pain made it impossible to move as freely as I wanted. "Son of a bitch," I cursed, frustrated with the entire situation.

Reiju, unfazed by my resistance, handed me some medicine. “Here, take these. They’ll help with the pain and heal you faster,” she said, holding out a glass of water.

Reluctantly, I took the pills, glaring at her as I swallowed them down.

“Are you always this stubborn?” Reiju asked as I handed back the glass of water.

“All day, every day,” I replied, causing her to smile.

“Do I really have to go to this dress fitting?” I groaned, half-heartedly.

“Unfortunately, yes. But don’t worry, it’ll be quick, and you can rest in your room until it’s deemed fit,” she assured me.

Reiju and I may not have known each other well, but she had saved my captain, and now she was helping me with this pain. For that, I was grateful. “Okay, I’ll do it, but after that, I’m finding my crew, and also resting because this pain is just too much,” I added, trying to keep the mood light as we made our way out of the medical ward and into the calicoat. After some time, we finally arrived at the bridal shop. 

A bell chimed as we entered, and a cheerful voice greeted us. “Welcome to Dreams in Lace Bridal Boutique, do you have an appointment?”

Reiju stepped forward confidently. “It’s under Vinsmoke.”

“Ahh yes, right this way!” The shopkeeper led us to a private area filled with elegant dresses. “And you must be the lovely bride-to-be,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I managed a small smile in return. “Aww, she’s shy,” she teased.

“Far from it,” I shot back through gritted teeth, trying to mask my nerves.

“Okay, well, these five dresses were selected, along with some for the after-party. Let’s try them on!” she announced cheerfully.

The first dress did nothing for me, and I immediately shook my head, saying, "No."

The second dress was form-fitted in the front but too big at the waist—another no. The third dress was another disappointment, and the fourth dress looked all over the place.

"Reiju, these dresses aren’t it for me," I sighed, beginning to put on the fifth dress.

"Don't worry," she assured me, popping a bottle of champagne, "I just know you’ll love this one."

As I stepped out, my heart raced, and I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. The dress hugged my body perfectly, the off-the-shoulder lace long sleeves making me feel both elegant and daring. The plunging neckline added just the right amount of allure, while the fabric cinched at the waist highlighted my figure.

The bottom of the dress flowed gracefully around me, a small train trailing behind like a whisper of sophistication. Adorned with delicate lace, glimmering pearls, and sparkling stones, it was breathtaking—a true testament to beauty.

Just as I was lost in the mesmerizing vision before me, the woman gently placed a veil over my head, completing the look. As I looked at my reflection again, I barely recognized myself. 

“This one’s perfect,” Reiju said, handing me a champagne glass. I could barely focus on the drink as I admired the way the dress hugged me. “Wonderful! Now there won’t be any retouches; she fits perfectly in this dress. But it should be ready for the wedding,” she added, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Perfect, the wedding is tomorrow,” Reiju announced, and I nearly choked on my drink.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” I managed to gasp, my heart racing.

“Sanji wanted his wedding with Pudding to happen tomorrow,” she explained, her tone almost casual. “And since you and Ichiji are set to marry as well before Sanji, that pushed everything up.”

“Why would he…?” I thought, feeling a knot form in my stomach. “He told me he wasn’t going to marry Pudding.” Confusion washed over me as I tried to process her words. “What changed?”

Before I could voice my questions, Reiju was already dragging me away to remove the dress. Panic surged through me. I gotta find Luffy then before it’s too late, I thought, urgency propelling me forward.

As we stepped out of the dressing room, I glanced back at my reflection one last time, still feeling the weight of the news. “Now, let’s look at other fits…” Reiju said, a smirk playing on her lips. The hint of mischief in her expression only added to my frustration. Once we finished with the wedding dress and the after-party dress, Reiju had a brilliant idea—to have me shop for other essentials usually reserved for the after-after wedding reception.

She handed me three bags, each filled with outfits that would keep the celebrations going long into the night. As we made our way back to the calicoat and headed toward Big Mom’s château, my mind raced with thoughts of how to escape this chaotic whirlwind.

Upon arriving, I hurried up the stairs to my floor, the weight of the bags in my arms becoming a comforting distraction from the turmoil of emotions. As soon as I opened the door, I dropped the bags with a soft thud.

But just as I was about to look for my stolen blade, I froze. Ichiji was already in my room, lounging casually as if he owned the place.

“How the hell did you manage to get in?” I exclaimed, my surprise mingling with irritation.

Ichiji smirked, leaning back against the wall. “I have my ways,” he replied, a cocky confidence in his voice.

Ichiji smirked as he walked forward, causing me to hit the wall behind me. The sudden impact made my breath hitch, and I felt my heart race. “I believe last night you did say we were going to discuss the matter of punishments,” he said, his voice low and teasing, his gaze locked onto mine.

My pulse quickened at the way he said it, a mix of challenge and something dangerously alluring. His fingers began to glide along my leg, sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through me. “And I have a few ideas in mind that will be more than enough,” he added, pulling me closer to him, his presence overwhelming.

I swallowed hard, feigning confidence as I replied, “And what ideas might those be?” The words came out a little shaky, but I was determined not to show weakness.

Ichiji's smirk widened, and there was a glimmer of desire in his eyes. “Well, let’s just say I have some creative ways to remind you of your place,” he purred, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my skin.

“Creative, huh?” I shot back, trying to sound nonchalant despite the flutter of nerves in my stomach. “Like what? You planning on writing me a love poem?”

He chuckled softly, a dark, rich sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Oh, it’ll be much more than that.” He stepped even closer, his body almost pressed against mine, and I felt the heat radiating off him. “I want to make sure you remember exactly who you belong to, Y/N.”

The way he said my name sent a jolt through me. I couldn’t deny the effect he had on me, and as much as I wanted to resist, a part of me was undeniably drawn to his intensity. “Is that so?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow. “And how do you plan to do that?”

Ichiji leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Let’s just say I’m a firm believer in hands-on learning.” The heat of his breath sent a thrill coursing through me, and my resolve began to waver. “Perhaps some physical reminders will help you understand just how serious I am.”

In one swift motion, he hoisted me into the air, my legs wrapping around his frame, my back pressed against the wall with no room for escape. “Easy there, tiger,” I managed to say, trying to maintain some composure.

“Tiger?” Ichiji replied with a smirk, his gaze glinting with playful mischief. “I like that nickname you gave me, princess.” His tone was teasing, and it sent a flush of heat through me.

“Yeah? Well, it was just a joke,” I retorted, attempting to push him back gently as I moved toward my bed, trying to create some space between us. “I’m going to rest a bit,” I said, hoping that would signal him to back off. But Ichiji took it as an invitation.

“Perfect! I’ll join you,” he declared, his playful grin widening as he began unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his chiseled abs and toned muscles. My breath caught at the sight, and I quickly turned away, attempting to shield myself from the undeniable allure he exuded.

“This wasn’t an invite,” I shot back, grabbing my blanket and wrapping it tightly around me, as if it could provide a barrier against his charm.

Ichiji only chuckled, unfazed by my protest. He settled beside me, propping himself up on one elbow, and effortlessly pulled me closer to his chest. “You know, you can’t just push me away like that,” he teased, amusement evident in his voice. “It makes me want to stay even more.”

“Seriously, Ichiji,” I protested, though the heat radiating from him was nearly impossible to ignore.

“Relax, princess,” he replied, his voice low and inviting as he pressed a soft kiss against my neck. I couldn’t help but involuntarily lift my arm in response, a shiver coursing through me as I felt my heart race at his touch. “I’m not going to bite… much,” he added, the sultriness of his voice making it hard to think straight.

The warmth of his breath sent tingles down my spine, and I stifled a small moan as he continued to explore my skin with his lips. “Ichiji,” I managed to say, but my voice was barely above a whisper, drowned out by the sensations he was creating.

Not satisfied with my lack of response, he snaked his hand under the blanket, his fingers grazing my thigh in a way that was both teasing and electrifying. The touch ignited a rush of heat within me, and I bit my lip to stifle another sound, my mind racing in confusion and desire.

“Now let’s rest,” he said casually, as if he had all the time in the world. He settled next to me with a confidence that was almost disarming, his tattooed arm curling around me and pulling me closer against his warm body. Despite the chaos swirling in my thoughts, I felt the tension in my chest beginning to melt away.

His skin felt warm against mine, and I could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, soothing yet exhilarating. “There’s more of that coming soon,” he added, his tone suggestive, as if promising untold pleasures that awaited us.

“Why are you like this?” I asked, even though a part of me didn’t want to push him away. “You know this isn’t right.”

Ichiji chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Right and wrong don’t matter much when you’re drawn to someone. You can fight it, or you can enjoy the ride.” His eyes sparkled with mischief and something deeper, an intensity that made it hard to resist.

“Maybe a few minutes of resting will do me good,” I admitted, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up to me. The warmth of his body beside me and the steady beat of his heart became a soothing lullaby, and as I slowly fell back into slumber, I felt his presence wrap around me like a comforting blanket, making it all too easy to drift away.

.

.

.

Hours passed, and Ichiji was still beside me. The soft light filtering through the curtains cast a peaceful glow over his features, and for a moment, I allowed myself to study him closely. His usual stern expression was replaced by something much softer in sleep, and I found myself drawn to the intricate design of his tattoo. Slowly, without thinking, I traced the lines with my fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the ink.

“Mmm… Y/N,” he murmured, pulling me closer as I touched him. His voice was low and husky, stirring something within me that I couldn’t quite place. The way he said my name sent a thrill through me, and despite the chaos of my thoughts, I felt an unexpected comfort in his embrace.

Ichiji stirred slightly at my touch, his arm loosening its grip around me as he shifted, but he didn’t wake. Taking advantage of the moment, I slipped out of bed, careful not to make a sound. How long has he been here? I wondered, feeling a mixture of relief and urgency as I stood. My mission rushed back into focus, pulling me from the warmth of the moment and back to the reality of what needed to be done. I had to move quickly and quietly, knowing that every second counted.

I grabbed my things and made my way quietly to the door, closing it gently behind me before stepping out into the hallway. I need to find my blade and thigh halter... and Luffy... and Nami, before it’s too late. My mind was racing, piecing together the next steps. Time was running out, and I needed to act quickly.

As I descended the stairs, laughter echoed through the chateau, familiar voices pulling me toward them. My heart pounded, but I couldn’t resist following the sound. I edged closer, recognizing the laughter that belonged to Sanji. I peered around the corner, my breath catching at the scene unfolding before me.

“To us…” Sanji’s voice rang out, a toast in hand.

“To us…” Pudding responded, clinking her glass against his with a smile that made my stomach turn. I froze, watching the two of them in the soft candlelight, their faces dangerously close.

“What the hell?” I whispered under my breath, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing.

Sanji looked at her with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. “Pudding,” he said softly, his eyes filled with affection, “I have to say, I’ve never loved a woman more than I do with you.”

The words hit me like a punch to the gut, making me falter where I stood. Never loved a woman more? My mind spiraled as I tried to make sense of it.

The sight of them together, the way Sanji spoke to her—it shattered something inside me. I clenched my fists, resisting the urge to step out and demand an explanation. But deep down, I knew that this wasn’t the time. There was too much at stake, too much to do. 

I turned away, my heart aching with every step as I silently made my way back down the hall, focusing on the mission ahead. There were bigger things at play, and right now, I couldn’t afford to let this derail me. I need to find Luffy. 

Sanji POV…

A Day Before…. 

"You wanted to tell me something, Pudding?" I asked, glancing around her quarters as we sat together. My mind was racing. I had to tell her that there wasn’t going to be a marriage anymore. Besides, I needed to get back to my princess before she woke up. There was no time for distractions.

Pudding fidgeted with the hem of her dress, her eyes downcast. “I… I was the one who led your crew to this island...” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

I blinked, caught off guard. "You led them to this island?" I repeated, the weight of her confession sinking in.

Her hands trembled slightly as she continued, “I’m sorry. I gave Luffy my word so that your crew could reach the southwest coast. I wanted to help you escape before Mama found out… but now, you're all in grave danger because of me.” Her voice was laced with despair, as though she’d carried this guilt alone for too long.

I exhaled slowly, piecing it all together. “I see now. I wondered how they managed to pass through all that security…” I muttered, realization dawning on me. “It was thanks to you.” I looked at her, softer this time, acknowledging her intent. “I know you meant well, but even then... I wouldn’t have gone to the coast.” I let the truth slip, knowing it contradicted what I’d told Y/N in the heat of the moment. I had lied to her... telling her I was coming back. The words burned in my memory, but I couldn’t have come back, not with these damn cuffs rendering me powerless.

Pudding looked up at me with tear-filled eyes. “No, Sanji… If you're worried about the invitation, then let me take the blame. She's my mom... I’ll be fine. She’s used to arranged marriages, and she places these special bracelets on people who she thinks might run away,” she said, her voice trembling as if she were bracing for something worse.

I pulled back my sleeve, revealing the golden cuffs that had been weighing on me like a death sentence. "I know," I said quietly, lifting my arm for her to see. “Your mom has the key to these. And if I want to get rid of them…” My voice dropped, and the dread I’d been trying to suppress washed over me again, “I have to defeat the Big Mom Pirates.”

"I’m willing to accept this marriage, but under one condition..." I said, my voice steady even though my heart felt like it was being torn in two. "I want Big Mom to let my friends go unharmed."

Pudding’s face twisted in guilt, her hands trembling as she covered her eyes. “I’m so sorry... You’re in so much pain, and it’s because of what I did,” she sobbed.

“Pudding, it’s not your fault. I promise.” I took a breath, knowing I needed to get this off my chest, to explain why I was making this decision. “Thirteen years ago… I managed to escape hell, only to walk right back into it again. But through it all, I should be happy. After all, I’m grateful to all the people I’ve met along the way, and... I can’t bear to hurt them.”

Pudding’s tears fell freely as she listened, her eyes filled with sorrow. I forced myself to push through the pain, to say what needed to be said. “That’s why my adventure ends here.”

She looked at me, her face filled with both pity and confusion. “I’m sorry... I can’t help it. But listen, Sanji... I promise, if you decide to marry me, I won’t let it be hell. I’ll make sure of it.” Her words wavered with sincerity, though the sorrow in her voice mirrored my own. “Oh dear, you’re suffering so much, and I’m making it all about me. You don’t want to marry me, so of course, it would be hell.”

She was right. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want her. My heart belonged to someone else entirely—someone who was probably waiting for me, not knowing the full truth. I thought of Y/N, her smile, her strength... everything about her that made me feel alive. But to protect her, I had to make this sacrifice.

“I don’t want to marry you...” I thought, the words silent in my mind as guilt gnawed at me. But I have to protect Y/N.

I pulled Pudding into my embrace, holding her gently as I made my decision clear. She cried softly against my chest, unaware of the storm brewing inside me. My thoughts drifted back to Y/N, to the lie I was once again telling her by accepting this marriage.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, for lying to you again...” I thought, feeling the weight of betrayal settle deep in my heart. But it was the only way. This was the only way to keep her safe, even if it meant sacrificing everything I wanted.

“You’re my salvation, Pudding," I said aloud, my voice tinged with a sadness I couldn’t hide. "If you’ll have me... I want us to get married in two days.”

The words felt like shards of glass leaving my mouth, cutting me with every syllable. This decision was the hardest one I’d ever had to make, but it was done. There was no turning back now.

The Next Day…

I hadn’t bothered to go back to my room last night. Instead, I stayed with Pudding, her soft breath against my chest as we lay together in bed. “Oh, sweet Pudding...” I thought, holding her close, but guilt began to creep into my thoughts. Y/N...

The intimate moment I shared with Y/N yesterday flooded my mind. I had left her alone in bed, only to be here with Pudding, trying to drown out the heaviness in my heart by pretending to enjoy this moment. I slowly rose from the bed, feeling the weight of my decisions as I decided to make Pudding some breakfast. But the idea of marrying her—it began to consume me, unsettling emotions fluttering inside me.

As I stepped outside for a moment, I overheard two soldiers talking nearby.

“You hear about the princess yesterday?” one soldier asked.

“Yeah, she’s in the medical wing right now. From what I heard, she fell down the stairs and was found unconscious,” the other replied, casually, as if they were talking about nothing more than the weather.

My eyes widened in shock. Fell down the stairs? Y/N?

“Serves her right for taking on our soldiers. That electricity tactic she uses really did a number on them,” the soldier continued, laughing slightly before returning to their duties.

The words hit me like a punch to the gut. Y/N... princess... what happened? I didn’t wait another second.

Rushing up the stairs, I made my way to Y/N’s room, my mind racing with fear and guilt. How could I have left her alone, after everything? Just as I reached her door, my path was blocked by none other than Ichiji, standing there with his arms crossed and an infuriating smirk on his face.

“Move, Ichiji. This doesn’t concern you,” I spat, trying to push past him, my anger boiling over.

Ichiji remained unfazed, his cold gaze locking with mine. “Anything my fiancée does concerns me, Sanji,” he replied, his voice oozing with arrogance, as if daring me to make a scene.

Fiancée. The word hit me like a brick, only adding to the storm of emotions already churning inside me.

“Fiancée?” I repeated bitterly, the weight of the situation crashing down on me.

“Yes,” he said, his smirk widening. “And if you’re here to see her, you’re wasting your time. Y/N is under my care now.”

Fury surged through me, and I clenched my fists, stepping closer to Ichiji. My voice came out low and threatening, barely controlled. "Under your care? What did you do to her?"

Ichiji raised an eyebrow, completely unfazed by the anger radiating off me. His smirk widened as he crossed his arms. “Oh, relax," he drawled, his tone as condescending as ever. "I didn’t do anything to her. She had a little accident. Fell down some stairs, apparently.”

I felt my jaw tighten at his casual tone, disbelief coursing through me. "An accident?" I hissed, my fists tightening. "And you just happened to find out?"

He shrugged with a nonchalant smirk, as if none of this mattered to him. “I found out the news this morning, just like you.

I could barely contain myself. Everything inside me screamed to push past him, to get to Y/N, to make sure she was okay. But Ichiji’s presence, his smug confidence, only made me feel more trapped.

“She’s not your responsibility, Ichiji,” I growled.

He chuckled, stepping closer. “She will be soon. Get used to it.”

Every part of me wanted to fight back, to lash out, but I knew if I made the wrong move now, it would only make things worse. For her.

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "This isn't over," I said through gritted teeth, turning away for now.

I swiftly made it back to Pudding's quarters, feeling the rage inside me subside just a bit, but the questions still burned in my mind. Who the hell attacked Y/N, and why? The image of her hurt and alone gnawed at me, but I forced it down for now. I had to focus.

“Sanji…” Pudding’s soft voice broke through my thoughts as she stirred awake. Her sleepy eyes met mine, and I forced a smile, keeping my tone light.

“Good morning, dear,” I said nonchalantly, though the weight of my thoughts tugged at me. “I was making us some breakfast.”

She smiled warmly, pushing the covers off and making her way over to me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I returned the embrace, trying to keep my mind from drifting back to Y/N, the guilt clawing at me.

“We have a busy day today, don’t we?” I said with a smile, brushing some of her hair behind her ear.

“Yes, we do actually,” Pudding replied, hugging me a little tighter. I could feel her excitement, the joy she was radiating about the day ahead. But as I held her close, all I could think about was Y/N. I have to find out what really happened to her… 

[carnal-lnstinct]

AHH I'm so happy you're doing a halloween event 💖 Can I request a sfw Vegeta AU in which he is the king of the underworld (alternatively could be demon king of the underworld) and he pines after a human? I picture him more on the yandere side, but you can adapt it however you want! Thank you, looking forward to all your fics 💕

VEGETA X READER

✦✦Content: au, king of the underworld vegeta, light yandere / possessive behavior, one-sided pining. ✦✦Warning: manipulation / gaslighting

Mortal desires are a full spectrum of color he could see with his eyes closed. All intricately woven together to form an illusion of necessity, when it is just a sin dressed in a fragile moral shell. Your case was no different, but it garnered his attention effortlessly. The Divine Sovereign of the Underworld witnessed so little of the intent in your actions and found means to personally place himself in your path. It boiled down to one thing: He had something you wanted, and it presented him with the opportunity he’d been waiting for. His own sinful vanity couldn’t stand by and let himself go disregarded by you when he’s given you more than enough of his…curiosity? Admiration? 

Regardless, an audience with you was required now. 

The King’s large arm stretches out from his cape revealing the trained muscles and old scars. He turns his hand upright, presenting the small dragon ball. The very reason you managed to make your way into the Underworld. He showed it off as if it could be freely taken from his grasp, the corner of his lips turning upward seeing you draw your focus to the magical orb. “Is this all you come here for?” He asks you with a taunting tilt of his head. “I suspect you think I’m going to just hand it over if you begged hard enough. That I will let you continue to traipse over my life’s work and turn a blind eye while you defy the natural order of my authority.” 

As his fingers close around the dragon ball he rises from his grand throne and approaches you and you are temporarily startled by his height for one who sat so high. Though his size compared to yours didn’t outweigh his intimidating aura. “You really think your Eternal Dragon can save your friends’ souls from me? No dead may leave my realm without my say...”

“A-A trade, then! For my friends, I-I’ll give you my dragon balls!” You blurted out in a desperate breath from your chest, shaken by your own weak nerves and impulsive response. King Vegeta’s smirk twitches at that, his brow beneath his curved horns lowering further over his dark eyes.

“What nerve you have. Implying I, a Divine King, have something more to wish for?” His eyes roll in aversion to the idea as he moves around you, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes where yours cannot see. He hovers in your peripheral before he disappears from one side and circles around to your other. “What would I do with three useless dragon balls?”

“—Then take me! Your Highness…take me!” You sink further on your knees and bow your head low to the ground, hands outstretched towards his empty throne. “Please!”

King Vegeta stops circling you, standing outside of your line of sight. Those magic words were uttered so perfectly and so effortlessly, that he had to take a moment to embrace the way it rang in his ears. “Just one mortal soul?” He further teased in mock indifference. “Like there aren't countless piles of those lying around here.”

“One mortal soul…a-and the remaining dragon balls.” You spoke, resolutely. Determined to right the wrongs done to those you loved. “So… So no one else can use them to challenge your power. I’ll gather them all and bring them to you in exchange for my friends.”

Your words mellow in the brief silence, a tinge of hope daring to creep into your spirits. He turns slightly to look down over his shoulder at you, cloak loosely twisted around his leg. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” You respond sincerely, but softly. You hear his footsteps behind you descend across the room and a chair slides across the floor.

“Eat with me.” He orders you, the sudden change of topic further unsettling your disposition and giving him a surprised look in response. He gestures a hand to the long dining table, specifically to the chair beside the head of the table.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.” He affirms amicably by sitting in the larger chair at the head of the table. “Unless you have something better to do right this second?” Not like your friends were getting any more dead. And time in the Underworld moved differently than the other realms, a mortal who was not of this world should be starving even in the brief time you have been here.

This shift made you anxious, but you can sense there wasn’t much choice in it. The thought of food crossing your mind did make you conscious of your stomach’s need. You swallow and stand up, “No…I’ll do it. Thank you for your kindness..” 

You settle in the designated chair with a covered plate in front of you. Glancing his way every so often until an unknown hand reaches over your side and removes the lid, warm steam flowing up toward your face. The food had a nice smell, but such earthy colors. You’ve never seen anything like this before. “...It’s poisoned.” You thought out loud, pressing your back up against your seat to put as much distance as you could between yourself and the plate.

“Don’t be stupid. What do I gain from killing you now? I’m not ruining a meal with your corpse.” King Vegeta pointed out, a hint of annoyance from your insult to his hospitality. Not any mortal could be tolerated for something like that.

Not to hurt your chances with his favor, you nod and quickly apologize. You ate without really tasting the food, just doing so to remain polite and because it was asked of you. But the hints of richness and spices made it easier. It was definitely better than it looked. The King ate with you, slowing down in between his bites to watch you feed yourself with a self-satisfied grin. Occupied with his own imagination and how much closer it was to becoming reality.

The second serving is placed in front of you and the most colorful presentation of food before you: a pomegranate. Joined with a small bowl of sorbet. It was a more appetizing surprise and without thought you lifted your spoon to sample your sorbet first. He completely stopped eating and stared you down in silent anticipation, going unnoticed by you with your focus on the sweets. There are different hints of flavors that hit all the points on your tongue, making you finish off the small bowl without hesitation. 

And then, finally, your spoon digs into one of the halves of the pomegranate, the juice pooling into the utensil with a few loose seeds. You scoop out more and carefully sip the juice first, followed by feeding the seeds to yourself in bits. The dark eyes watching you flash with a color, King Vegeta’s grin widening with his sinister snicker. It catches your attention, your gaze meeting his when you turn to him, then self-consciously turning away as you hold your other palm to your bottom lip. Careful to not spill any juice or seeds. He watches a little longer and says nothing, then lifts his goblet to his lips.

When you go to dig for another serving of pomegranate seeds, he stops your hand with a gentle grasp and guides yours away to set the spoon down. “Our business is done.” He states simply. He then rises from his seat with his goblet in hand and walks back towards his throne. “The souls of your friends await you at the gates to the human world.”

Your heart skips and you leap up from your seat, following him with wide eyes. “Wait- that’s…” You catch your breath in the rush of emotions that flowed through your chest. “A-And the dragon balls?”

King Vegeta turns back to you. “It was not about the dragon balls.” He admits with great pleasure, swirling his drink in his hold. His brow arches. ”You understand?”

Your confusion leaves you staring his way, attempting to understand. Running all your words and his together, and then you’re breathless again when the realization hits you.

 It was never about the dragon balls.

Is not the darkness sweet ?

[crybaby-magic]

When Stars Align

chapter 7

“What do you mean she’s gone.I literally put her in her room there’s no way she just..just disappeared.And it couldn’t be a kidnapping seeing as no one would be stupid enough to take her even then no one in the human realm knows she exists.”Nezha says as he paces around your room.Willow just looks at him with annoyance.It didn’t make sense to her but she didn’t like where this situation was going.

Willow gets up from your bed heading to the door to leave.She pauses before she starts “Well it seem we must continue the search somewhere else besides the celestial realm.”Nezha looks at her quizzically.

“Do you suggest the human realm?You really think she’s gone that far.She barely has any power to heal a small cut nevertheless teleport to the human realm”He frustratedly says.Willow just blinks at him before walking out calmly stating one last thing with no emotion.

“Unless she go assistance somehow that lead to a magic boost.”

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“Hey wait up!”

“Keep up man”

The sound of giggling traveling around as you move through the trees in a child like manner.Being followed by to monkeys to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or bump into something dangerous.You slowly come to a stop at a slope that lead to a beach that had a big tree by it.“What’s over ther-ahh”You yell as you misstepped.You slide done to the beach in one peace.

“Hey are you ok”The darker monkey asked while he kneeled next to you.Nodding your head while you eyes are still closed from the slight pain you feel on your bottom.Your mind was soon snapped out of the pained dazed when Wukong yelled your names as he wave at a distance.You quickly rushed over.

Macaque just watched as Wukong showed you a sea shell found.Internally he was going through a rough time with trusting you.He found this whole situation odd and off.But Wukong begin Wukong was admitted on keeping you after you said something about coming from the celestial realm.He didn’t have much time to mull over it as Wukong yelled for his attention.You looked equally excited tail wagging while you bounced a bit.Rolling his eyes he headed over.

“So I had the greatest idea seeing as Yn never been to the human realm like ever I was thinking we take her to the village near by.”Macaque just looked at Wukong like he was an idiot for suggesting that idea to begin with.Wukong sensing his doubt stated up again”Look we won’t be there too long just wandering the shops a bit to give her an idea about humans.”

Macaque just looked at you and him before begrudgingly agreeing to it seeing as he would have done it anyway with or without his approval.

In your mind you made up different ideas of how humans behave at the outdoor shops.It was an exiting experience seeing as you never done anything unless supervised.Your kinda glad you meet the two monkeys even though it feels like you just been thrown onto them.

“So how about I take her on nimbus and you fly nearby so we don’t get lost.”Wukong stats as he summons nimbus.You look at the floating cloud in aww before yelping out from being picked up suddenly.Wukong holds you as he hops onto the floating cloud.Macaque transformed into a bird with no argument.He flew off ahead.Wukong looked at you before mumbling a “hang on”Then you were off.

The wind was harsh at take of but as you go it seemed to be easier.Opening you eyes you let out an aw from seeing your surroundings from high above.You three fly over water that was reflecting the suns light.Other birds flying about.The clouds passing by you was so fascinating.As you can pass the ocean you soon come across may trees and mountain.Before seeing a busy area filled with people it seemed to be a village.Wukong landed some way back away from the village.

He jumped off of nimbus before setting you down onto your feet making sure your balanced.Macaque had transformed back to his original form before landing besides y’all.You just stand in kinda awkward waiting for further instruction.Though you may have been excited your anxiety slowly creeped up.Wukong moved to a bush looking out at the crowd from the busy streets with vendors.He assessed the situation before disappearing from your eyes.

“H-huh?Where did he go?”You meekly said while holding onto Macaque’s clothing.You looked at him expecting some type of answer before Wukong appeared again scaring you to fully grabbing Macaque.The monkey you were holding feel stiff before moving you off.

“So i’m assuming you don’t know how to glamour.”Wukong said cheekily.You shook your head slightly confused.Wukong held up a black cloak.You looked at it questioningly.He just rolled his eyes before wrapping it around you and clipping it into place.He then pulled up the hood tucking hair into place to hide the pointed ears.The. cloak was long enough to hid your tail though you wrapped it around yourself just incase.Wukong did a once over before looking satisfied.

Wukong grabbed your hand and walking towards the crowd.You grabbed Macaque’s hand much to his surprise.Diving head first into the crowd you saw people and demons alike shopping,selling,mingling with one another.It was nothing like what mother had said the aura was so lively.You felt tugging from both hands seeing both monkeys pulling you to follow.They were talking to one another.Wukong begin very cheeky and Macaque being nonchalant to the behaviors.

They showed you things you never saw before.Your tried many foods some better some your still questioning.They even made you try on many outfits and hair charms.Though you barely interacted with anyone else you’re happy with these two entertaining you.Speaking of entertaining you saw the most beautiful dancing and music.Though you ended up wandering around.Getting lost in the process.

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Looking around at these stalls is very fun.There so many things i’ve never see. before.I was so caught up in my looking I didn’t realize I lost my two companions.I kept walking to the end of the street before stopping at one more shop.I was stuck I felt like I need to be here.I felt some connection here.I looked at the items.There was jewelry,clothes,and other nicknacks.My eyes wander before stopping on a stuffy.It was a white dragon.I felt as if I knew it from somewhere.I grabbed the stuffy from the shelf to get a closer look at its details.I was so enamored I didn’t hear the shop vendor come behind me.”Do you like it I came across it some time ago”

I took a couple steps back away from him.The vendor was wearing a black cloak covering his whole face it held an eairy feeling.I nodded my head before the man spoke up again”You can have it I don’t need it.Though something tells me you might.” My eyes widened shaking my head trying to protest before I hear my name get called.I looked back to see a worrying Macaque yelling for my name.By the time I look back the vendor was gone,but so was the shop.

“There you are I was starting to get worried that someone took you or something.”Macaque laughed out nervously.He look at me then my hands that held the plushy.”Hey why don’t we go back and find Wukong to head back to the mountain you must be tired.Like I would be if this was my first interaction i’m the human realm.”He pated my head before grabbing my hand to lead me to Wukong.I looked back once more to see the shop and the vendor.He was waving as I grew further away.

At some point we found Wukong who looked like her died.”Thank the heavens you found her.You shouldn’t run off like that you could worry people”Wukong tried to lecture.Macaque looked at him like he was a hypocrite.Wukong had summoned the cloud again.Lifting me up in his arms to settle one nimbus.Once settled we flew back to the mountain.

After some time we ended back to the mountain.We went to the top to the Water curtain to head into the cave.Wukong had helped me down off of the cloud.He lead me down the hall again into the room I woke up in the first time.When entering you see that the outfits,jewelry and hair charms that I look at today was in here.

Looking confused Macaque voice appeared to speak up.”Wukong had me teleport things we got at the shops for you here so we didn’t have to carry it here.”Accepting the answering headed to the new cloths to pick out something to sleep in.Heading behind a divider in the room that conveniently appeared to get changed.I leave the divider to head to the pit thing filled with cushioning.thinking about it it’s kinda like a nest.I headed there to lay down.

I stopped in my tracks seeing Wukong and Macaque in the bed with no shirt.Just a fluffy body.That was oddly toned.I feel my face heat up at the situation.To make matters worse the damned plushy was in between them.Wukong looked at me quizzically”Why aren’t you laying down….aren’t you tired?”

I meekly nodded before expecting my fate.I slowly fall in between them.Grabbing the plushy to push my face into to lessen the embarrassment.Both monkeys got closer to me as tiny monkeys joined to sleep.Macaque pulled the covers over my shoulders.Slowly my breathing evened out eventually the day caught up to me making me fall into a dark slumber.

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[armando-triplepapito]

Armando and Betty are my Roman empire! I would really hate it if they ruined the beautiful relationship they have.

Yes!! Same!! I love them so much when I heard about the new sequel I was excited to see how much stronger their bond has gotten over the years. But after finding out about the amnesia plotline I’ve been having mixed feelings about it.

It sounds interesting cause it’ll be like a do over with their love story. They’ll be able to restart their relationship without the horrible plan Mario created. I’m kinda liking that idea cause tbh I am a sucker for couples falling in love with each other all over again (doesn’t matter the scenario). In a sense it’s kinda romantic for me.❤️

Then again we might not see their great partnership they’ve created from the 20+ yrs of marriage.

In the OG Armando would get into all sorts of trouble but Betty would be able to solve them by assessing the situation now imagine in the new sequel roles are reversed! Instead of Betty solving problems it’ll be Armando taking on that role! Ahh that would be so cool!! But if we’re taking the amnesia route then will most likely not see this unless, by some miracle, towards the end of the series.😒

Also I’m worried that with the amnesia plotline the story will start off with Betty and Armando having a rough marriage with a divorce on sight and end with “thanks to Betty fighting for Armando’s memories(and love) now their marriage is stronger than ever”. I can swear to you this is how it’s going to play out! And if they do then to me that just sounds like lazy writing and uninteresting to me.

Tho I have to admit it would be nice to see Armando avoiding all forms of flirtation from other women cause of his love for Betty even if he doesn’t have his memories. It’s like his mind doesn’t remember but his heart and body does which is romantic to me ngl🙈.

Now that I think about it I remember AMO mentioned in an interview that in this sequel Betty will think about the choices she’s made in her life. I really do hope it doesn’t involve Betty regretting marrying Armando!! Cause if that’s even mentioned I will not take the sequel seriously. From that point onwards I’ll just think about it as a live action fanfic and not a continuation to the novela.😒

Sorry for being so negative! It’s just that I don’t have much hope for the writers. I remember someone mentioned that the writers for the sequel were involved in Pasión de Gavilanes. Even tho I’ve never watch that novela Ik a lot of people hated the progression and ending of it. I just hope the writers have been listening to the ysblf fandom and not mess things up!

Anyways things that I really want to see in the new sequel is lovey dovey scenes from B&A, jealousy on both sides, them defending each other, their different parenting style and how they harmonize, and most of all I want scenes of Armando being his sexy self🫦

Also it’ll be funny if they end the sequel with them wanting another kid🤣 cause ngl I’m still shocked how they only had one lol!

[macawritesupdates]

Oh man the update of broken was great Sukuna running to Yuuji, Yuuji immediately disposing of the bloody clothes, Sukuna straight up defending himself with a knife!!! All incredible I hope if that guy lives he regrets that shit for the rest of his life…. Ohh ok ideal ending for him his wife sees the out that was offered and calls the police not to help him but instead to turn him in for human trafficking. He survives but goes to jail for life and she uses all his money to help others omegas in awful positions. I'm too spiteful to offer a quick death. I want the man to live and suffer. Damn the angst though Sukuna you deserve so much better no one should have treated you like that. Ahh I wish he had stayed!! Yuuji go get your man back his self loathing drove him away. It was so good to read the two of them together and then the creeping realization that Sukuna wouldn't stay forming in the back of my mind like a bruise 🙃. I'm holding on to the promise of a happy ending though.

On top of this update we've got a new fic!! Ohh I'm excited to see where it's going to go. It started off so strong I love to see Yuuji taking no shit good for him. I was practically cheering when he bit Sukuna love that he literally fights back and doesn't tolerate that man getting pushy.

Yuuji *describes how he'd like to cuddle with an alpha*

Sukuna *drags him into his domain and gives him nesting stuff (but is a huge dick about it and tries to enter the nest without permission)*

Yuuji *bites the shit out of him*

Sukuna *!!!????*

Ahh, Sukuna, if you want to be the alpha Yuuji cuddles with you gotta learn to act right. Hmm OK so for future chapters I'd love to see Sukuna crooning for Yuuji and honestly I'd love to see some sub Sukuna. Like in the touch starved prompt and the well behaved curse prompt. I want Yuuji to eventually let Sukuna into his nest but only after he's got him to behave. Another thing I wouldn't mind seems is Sukuna practicing making nests and gathering material for Yuuji. I know alphas aren't usually the ones to make the nests but since Yuuji won't let him in his Sukuna has to do something to try and tempt him. Really I love seeing the antics these two can get up to. I love them. Let's see I want to see Sukuna being an absolute bastard of course but once he and Yuuji are together I want him to preen like a goddamn peacock that he nabbed the best omega around. Hmm if at some point there are pups I would not complain hehe. No pressure to write any of these. they're just suggestions. No matter where the story goes I'm sure it will be delightful! Thank you for writing and sharing with us!!

Broken is going through the angst train right now but chapter ten is the last one before some wholesome comfort and fluff ; w ; And yeah, in that one, there is some things Sukuna needs to overcome before he can finally just accept Yuuji wants him there ; w ; As for the new fic, lots of good ideas! The strong omega Yuuji who takes shit from no one is going to be continued through the whole fic, no worries there hehe! But hmmm.... I think I will use some of that "sub" Sukuna takes to put in there, just to give the house on fire fight they are about to have in chapter two more layers! Thank you for the input!

This new fic is where I take every comment and put them in a blender and write out a chapter based on all the input hehe! It is actually really fun!

[secretmellowblog]

I am counting down to the 13th :D although, you've made me way too curious about the September comic update

AHH THANK YOU so much!!! <3 Hobbit comic time!!

If I were to give a mostly spoiler-free schedule for what the next Hobbit comic chapters look like:

Chapter 13, on July 13th: Art Style Shift time again! this is the Lotte Reiniger chapter. (Completed)

Chapter 14, on August 13th: another cute short chapter, featuring more elaborate art than usual. The last of this kind of chapter. >:3 (completed)

Chapter 15, on September 13th: - big turning point that starts leading into the finale (not complete yet; all the script/sketches are done, but I’m plugging away at the illustration)

Chapter 16, on October 13th*: (the chapter most likely to be delayed): the beginning of what I consider the “finale” chapters, and also the chapter I’ve been most excited to draw since I first started this comic!

It’s only in thumbnail form now, but I want it to be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever drawn. Which is a lot of pressure :P. It’s going to be twice as long as ordinary chapter— 20 pages instead of 10– so while I’ve tentatively scheduled it for October, it may come out in November or even much later. I’m starting a new full time job soon so I’ll likely have less time to work on this comic, but!! When it comes out will be great. I hope <3

Chapter 17, on November 13th***:a short simple breather part of the finale

Chapter 18, on December 13th***: another elaborate chapter that is likely to be delayed/take longer because it’s going to involve a Lot of elaborate backgrounds

Chapter 19, on January 13th****: this is my original planned Final Finale chapter for the comic, and the end of the Shire section of the story. This will also involve a lot of elaborate illustration and will probably take a very long long while.

My original plan, if I decide not to continue the comic after the Shire: “From the Notes of Bilbo Baggins,” some chapters showing snippets of future adventures. This would begin with a set of character sheets “written” by Bilbo Baggins, describing the different dwarves of the Company/their personalities. After that, it’d be concept art/illustrations for other moments in the story, descriptions of how certain story moments would be handled if I were to continue, and comic adaptations of the moments I’ve wanted to adapt forever (like Riddles in the Dark, the reprises of the Misty Mountains Cold song, the surreal dreams the Company has in Mirkwood under the influence of the Elf-King, the escape from the Woodland Realm, the conversation with Smaug, and the death of Thorin.)

Everything with asterisks is likely to be delayed, as I’ll have less time to work on this comic soon and these chapters are going to be more elaborate and complicated.

But!! Thank you, and I am so very excited! >:3333

[celestianstars]

My heart is aching in the best way!!! Part Two ahhh please my emotions are even more entwined but I don’t mind at all because I’m enjoying it so much! 🥺😍

Love that she ranted about Bruce a bit and that Alfred was like yes he can be aggravating, that was so funny and sweet but also ohhh the passion to which she feels about the curse, that she is determined to find a way, to figure this out and it comes out in her expression of frustration and then in her words when she says that it isn’t fair and I just !!!! your writing of emotion is so beautiful Jess it truly is 💕

You can feel how much it affects her and the extra sting knowing they have tried everything, the gentle but matter of fact acceptance from Alfred that no it wasn’t fair that this happened, that he’s unseen to those that care about him but that things rarely are fair in this world especially and he’s had to accept that

“Thank you for worrying about me.”

Such a well done gut punch!

But I really really love that she knows she shouldn’t push but she’s not going to forget about it either! Like oh! She cares so much and I understand her! I love her!

The detail about him knowing her routines, how those routines have formed, it’s so wholesome to see it and notice how familiar they are with each other, the way they communicate continues to make my heart like do somersaults I swear! There’s so much care in the way they write to each other and I love their conversations

THE TWO OF THEM DECORATING FOR CHRISTMAS TOGETHER LOWKEY MADE ME EMOTIONAL OMG DON’T LOOK AT ME! That was so soft and lovely, I felt so immersed in this part and them doing something together, it felt so domestic ☺️😍🥹

“It takes another twenty minutes for you to be brave.”

Oh!!! I loved this line! And the cozy feels watching movies with him, how he insists she sit back and how he makes sure she’s warm and tucked in like that is everything, he’s so sweet and loving it’s gonna take me out, friend!

Gosh and her Christmas present to him, the note she addresses to him, please my heart can’t take much more. Not after the mistletoe moment, that was such a classic and fun, clever way of pushing them further together! The awkward, nervous but excited energy and then IT HAPPENS AND I MADE SUCH A SOUND! Fave first kiss moment ever for me honestly!

It was sooo full of emotion and depth and it was enticing and sexy all at the same time I think I was holding my breath at one point 😮‍💨

Such a silly old man thinking he took advantage or that she would feel that he did but I’m also swooning at how he respects her so much and know what this would mean and he only wants the best for your life, what would it mean to be with him, confined by so many things? Always so honorable, so selfless, but he doesn’t have to be any longer because she’s fallen for him without having seen him and that air of “this is real” is all over this and it’s just…AHH I could scream in delight!

Reading Alfred’s POV here was such a beautiful thing too, getting to see how he views her and the specialness of that, you can feel his level of emotion too it’s so great and so real and I love that he realized he needed to go find her right away

“He has somewhere to be.”

Like he knows where he belongs, and he needs to be with her, the sparkle of feeling, hope and just feeling seen after so long, I’M NOT CRYING NO, that moment makes up his mind that he’s not going to sit back anymore now that he knows she wants him just as much, that yes he can have this, UGH SO GOOD!

Can’t say enough I just love your writing, I’m always so invested and this story is just gorgeous and filled with feeling and I love every bit of it! @eupheme 🩷

— i’ll be seeing you | part ii

[masterlist] | [playlist] | [part i]

invisible man!alfred pennyworth x f!reader

rated e - 6k

tags: invisible man!au, age gap, holiday fluff, light angst, alfred is fully invisible/silent to reader, shared spaces, mutual pining, magical elements, holidays and christmas, blink-and-you'll-miss-it pennywayne, use of alcohol, references to masturbation, kissing

Your time in the Tower with Alfred passes. And even with some secrets revealed, you're still left wondering. Curious - filled with an eagerness to help, to make yourself useful. Finding yourself reaching out. Touching. Believing.

"Bruce is infuriating," You huff, your arms crossing as you lean against the open doorway. "You know that?"

It had been impossible to sleep, as you turned those texts around in your mind. 

Trying to read between the lines, knowing how words could twist. Considerable time spent delving deep into the bowels of the internet. Pulling up as much as you could about sorcerers and curses.

Most dismissed as myth.

But then again, most people did not live in Gotham.

The back of your hand scrubs across your eyes, the morning light feeling too bright with his bedroom curtains pulled back, "I asked him last night like you said, but I couldn't get a straight answer. Has he always been this way?"

There's no reply. Silence lingered like it usually did, your lips dipping into a frown. Until there's a touch at your back and you're pressing against the doorframe - letting a pile of linens pass from behind.

Watching as they are set onto the open self in the closet, before the pen is lifting off his bedside table. A quick note, torn free from the pad before it's passed your way.

You have no idea.

There's humor in his words - you can't help but smile, as you read them.

"I want to help you."

You're still looking down. Twisting the paper between your fingertips, before finally looking up, "What have you tried?"

It takes a while for an answer. The usual quick scratch of his pen now slow - hesitant. Tearing a sheet off before beginning again. You have to resist the urge to peek over his shoulder, fingers curling into fists to keep yourself in place.

Finally, his reply.

We have tried everything.

The Waynes had a lot of connections. And I am still the same. I did not tell you so you could take this upon yourself. I told you so that you could understand. There's much that I am unable to speak about. I had hoped Bruce could.

But I should have anticipated this.

An ache radiates from your chest, as you quickly reread. A swell of emotions threatening to burst, as you glance up - into nothing.

"What if I want to?" There's a burn in your throat, in your eyes. It's embarrassing how quickly you've become invested, you wished you could make him understand, "It's not fair, Alfred-"

Hands touch your arms. Fingertips sliding from shoulder to bicep, the movement soothing. A deep breath loosening the feelings that choke you - a hand lingering as you hold the pad for him, as another note is written.

Life rarely is.

You've done more than enough already.

"I haven't done anything," You protest, your voice pitching up, "Please let me-"

There's a weight against the pad you hold. A line scored beneath the last sentence, for emphasis. Your eyes linger on it, until the words unfocus. Trying to understand what you've been told.

That maybe… you were being foolish. 

What could you possibly offer, when near-limitless resources and money had already been at their disposal?

The tension leaves your shoulders, as you wilt.

He leaves you with one more. His hand curled around your shoulder, softly squeezing.

Thank you for worrying about me.

The paper stays crumpled in your hand, as you slip back to your own room. Needing the space, trying to respect the gentle dismissal. 

To remind yourself that this must run deep for him. It's been hours that you've thought about this, but for him - it's been years. You should not push.

And so - for now - you won't.

But you won't forget.

Days later, you wake to frost on your windows. 

Spider-webbing from the cold, arching iron -  muting the dark shadows of the cityscape outside. It creeps inside, across the hardwood floors that bite at your toes, before you're wrapping up.

Feet tucked inside the shearling slippers left outside your door. A thoughtful and practical kindness, fitting for the bits of him you've been able to piece together. 

A thick sweater is layered on, then soft sweatpants. Today, you're sure to be kept inside, and you've long since given up on standing on ceremony.

It's later than your usual. Inspiration striking just as your eyes closed. The night spent writing down what you could, lasting until the inky black turned a watery gray. The sun has been up for hours, though there is no warmth to it. Not in Gotham.

The kitchen is quiet when you arrive. A slight pang of guilt when you see the coffee mug sitting out next to the empty french press.

It feels so strange - how quickly a routine has formed. It still felt unreal, something that you still did not quite believe. Never thinking you'd find yourself looking for someone you couldn't see.

Even now, your eyes scan across the kitchen - as if his form would appear. Hands busy as you fix an afternoon breakfast, though your mind wanders.

The rejection had lingered. Throughout the evening after you had talked. Another sleepless night gathering information. 

Even finding articles about those who had been cursed, though they had all seemed senseless in their intent. Cured, once Faust had been locked away, the magic fracturing until they were released.

There was something different, here. Something Bruce knew that you didn't - still unable to coax it from him. Days were starting to pass too quickly, but there was still time. 

You still had hope, even if it seemed like they didn't. 

Relief comes when there's that phantom brush at your shoulder. A "good morning", in not so many words. A kettle moving to the stovetop, the fire clicking on. 

Alfred gets your coffee ready for you, as he always did. Knowing how much you enjoy it - the warmth, the boost - drinking nearly as much as the cups of earl grey he brews.

You had protested, at first. But it had been a mimicry of your first meeting. That hand at your elbow, guiding you back to your seat. A firmness in the way he tucked your chair back against the table, back in front of your screen.

You had relented.

The pen lifts as you both wait, ink scratching against paper. Your shoulder bumps into something solid, as you lean over to read.

You're up late today.

A yawn cracks your face, at the reminder. It's closer to evening than morning, now.

"I had an idea for the ending, just as I was going to sleep. I knew if I didn't write it down, I'd forget."

A moment, as the kettle is lifted.

"Sometimes I think I work better at night. When everything is just... quiet. Does that make sense?"

That seems to be common around here.

The thought makes you smile.

"Yeah?" You ask, "Is Bruce a night owl?"

The pen scratches, after a pause.

Something like that.

The coffee warms you, fighting the swirl of flakes outside, the moan of the wind. Radiating outwards as you lean against the counter,

"What are you up to today?" You try to ask it idly, a fork spearing another bite of your meal. Always interested in how he spends his time in this old house. Alone without Bruce, except for his memories.

I thought I would bring some of the decorations out. I've been putting it off, but it is December.

"Decorating? For the holidays?" The prospect is exciting - you're already picturing silver stars hanging from the arched doorways. The pure height of a tree that would fit in their open foyer - with its tall, pointed ceiling, "Do you both celebrate?"

For a second, he does not answer. The pen shifting on the counter, his answer with slow, neat letters.

I do.

The singularity of his answer has a pit forming in his stomach. Is it an old tradition? Kept from the days before - an attempt at familiatry, received by a boy that rejects it? Or was it only for him?

Bruce’s trip is open-ended, you both know that. That his offer to you had extended through the beginning of the new year, but the date of his return had not been set.

You find yourself thinking that Alfred still wishes. Hopes that he’ll make it. Wanting to have the Tower ready, just in case. 

The words come again without thought, "Can I help you?"

You've written enough for now. An ache in your elbows from the way you hunched over your desk all night, trying to get it all down.

A pause - and you half-expect him to refuse again. But there's a touch to your shoulder, two gentle squeezes.

Yes.

It takes more than a single afternoon.

The decoration lasts days - time spent bringing out boxes from one of the deep closets on the second floor. Sorting out garlands to drape across the fireplaces. Wreaths and candles and boxes of ornaments in glittering shades of black and silver, crimson and gold.

Remnants from another time, each with their own story.

You wonder how long they've had them. If Alfred always puts them in the same place, year after year.

Some, you voice aloud. Handing over your phone so he can key a reply.

These are new. Or - We bought these over from the Manor, when Bruce was young.

A yearning left in your chest to hear the stories with his voice - craving every last detail and memory, instead of the short summary. To scratch and peel back that first layer, making a home beneath it.

Perhaps, you will - with time.

You follow behind him when time allows. Tracking the floating boxes down the corridors that have now become familiar. Steadying step ladders as a hand brushes your shoulder for balance, sending your pulse racing each time. Moving back to give a nod of approval when it's hung just right.

The long hallways turn cozy. So much of the blank space filled with care, under Alfred's watchful eye. Some of that military precision and sternness comes out as he made sure every detail was exactly right. Each item in order, as they should be.

There's a sense of accomplishment in seeing the boxes slowly empty. Ella Fitzgerald and Dean Martin serenading away the hours, their crooning voices following the decorating through the Tower.

And in-between these moments, you slip in other kinds of questions. Self-serving ones disguised in these 'getting-to-know-you's. Though you still want know -  no less eager for the answers.

"I'm mailing out some gifts this week." You mention, while untangling a string of lights. It was easier to sound casual, when your fingers are working the knots free, "Do you have anything on your Christmas list?"

It's part-genuine, part-segue. Fully intending to have something wrapped and ready for him come Christmas morning, though there’s more than one layer to your question. Ears perking up, as your phone lifts from the table where you sit.

I believe I have everything I could hope for. What about you?

Your eyes scan the message once, twice. A warmth in your cheeks as you find yourself wishing there was a deeper meaning to his answer, before you realize just how little he's really given you.

"Really?" Your head tilts, with a small smile, "Not even, like - a Montblanc or a Rolex, or something?"

He's already answering, amusement lacing his expedited reply.

Is that what you think I want?

And god, you wish you could hear his voice. An ache in your chest, a wish to learn every little inflection. Leaving you wondering how these words would sound, rolling off his tongue. 

“No.” You eventually manage, with a little shake of your head, "I don’t think so. You’re too practical.”

He would never ask for anything so luxurious. Even if he deserves nice things. 

The phone stays still, and your fingers twist. Eventually asking what you really want to know. 

"What about in general? If you could have anything you wanted, what would it be?"

You're sure the answer sounds stilted, out of place. Too obvious, in your intent. But you can't help it, this chance - a hope that he will give you something to work with. 

There's a long pause at that. Your heartbeat feels too loud, and you're hoping he'll take your bait. Bruce's words replay in your head, as you resist the urge to cross your fingers for luck. Alfred doesn’t know what he told you, he won’t know what you’re really asking. 

From what we've gathered, his curse will be lifted when he gets what he wants.

You need to find out what that is. 

Foolishly, a small part of you wishes that just maybe... he’d want you. It would be an easy thing to give, because you’re certain you're his already. 

The words appear slowly. Written and then erased before you could see. Written again.

I suppose if I could have anything, it would be a piece of home.

But what I would really like is for Bruce to come home safely.

It tempers you, to read this. How much he must worry and care, even though Bruce was just on a business trip. 

You suppose that perhaps, you never grow out of it. 

"He will." You tell him - reaching out, until you can press your palm against the back of his hand. Halting where he strings thread through the edges of the snowflakes you cut - preparing to hang them in the windows.

The answers are not as helpful as you had wanted. But you still tuck them away. Perhaps with enough pieces, you'll be able to see something they missed.

And in spite of these roadblocks, a part of you still feels lighter than you did when you first arrived all those weeks ago. A knowledge that this break would be helpful - but that you'd be away from friends and family.

But as the evening comes, as you're tucked on one of the long couches with twinkling lights softening the bright glow of your screen, you think you feel... happy. Content.

Not nearly as lonely as you thought you would be, and with that comes a cold twist of shame in your stomach. Thinking about how easy you have it, compared to him. You're willingly confined to the Tower.

Alfred is shackled. His only connection across the sea, left to wander silently if you had not noticed him.

And now... you're only one mere person, but you hope he never feels unnoticed again.

"Can I touch you?"

His eyes round with your words. The innocent, curious edge, though his thoughts swim into something much more indecent.

A second passing, before more words come in a rush.

"I just... I've wondered. “You breathe, your voice soft. “I believe what happened, I've just been curious-"

His hand reaches to soothe your nerves. Your request surely emboldened by the winding down of the evening. The final touches put on the decorations that now flow throughout the Manor.

Ending with the large tree tucked away in one of the alcoves. Sitting together beside it as the last glittering ornaments are added along the bottom. 

His back will be aching tomorrow, with all the bending. Surely needing to rely more on his cane than usual -  but for now he's content, where he rests on the stone floor.

Your matching cups of whiskey, honey, and lemon already drained, and then refilled. Warming your bellies, making his own mind soft and hazy at the edges. 

He thinks you might not have asked, otherwise. Maybe he would not have been so quick to answer - fingers curling in a now familiar way around your forearm, with two soft squeezes.

Yes.

You can do whatever you like, though you do not know it. 

If he only has until the end of the month before you leave and forget all about him, then he will bend for you. All those strict and proper thoughts turning malleable with your touch. 

Relief blooms across your features. Your smile comes easily, pleased at the indulgence. A little mark appearing between your eyebrows after, as they sweep over him - wondering where to begin - seeing nothing.

He can help you. Guiding your hand to his wrist, giving you a place to start. There's the flit of your fingers as you find his other, dragging his hand down to your knee where your legs criss-cross, twisting until you face him.

"Tell me if I'm doing it wrong, okay?" Your fingers press over his, mimicking a squeeze.

His own answer comes easily.

Yes.

As if you could.

As if his own heart hasn't lurched - taken off without him.

You start at his fingers, pinching them between yours. So much smaller, colder than his, as you traces over the lines of his palm - pressing into the meat of his thumb.

A little smile, as you move to his wrist. His sleeves still rolled up from trimming the tree, in spite of the chill that always seems to permeate the Tower. The loose circle of your hand growing wider the further you move up, over his forearm.

In all these years, he has truly felt cursed. A manifestation of all those worries, when Bruce had been suddenly left alone. Becoming truly as helpless as he had felt, back then. No more than an errant thought.

It had been worth it. The sorcerer’s spell, one that was aimed at Bruce. Something unlike the others, thrown into the streets of Gotham. Devilry in its making. 

Manifesting fears and insecurities, biting bone-deep. Plucking and sifting through things so buried, that they were thought to be hidden.

He knew what Bruce would relive. What he wanted, more than anything. Something Alfred wished for as well, in his heart of hearts. 

But he also knew it could never happen. The dead cannot return, and in spite of the chasm of regret and pain, he had made some kind of peace with it. 

Bruce had not. 

Back then, they did not know for certain what the spell did. There just were inklings and clues, in the days before the attack. 

It was enough. A determination to push himself to the front, to take the brunt of that blast for a second time. Like he would, a thousand times over. Shielding Bruce from the agony of his memories. 

Only to be forgotten. To be rendered invisible and silent - a constant reminder of his own loss, those years after when Bruce had seemed to just see through him.

A sacrifice worth making. And for years, he had born it. 

But in these last few weeks, in this moment - he does not completely and utterly despise what he had become. Because he would not have been able to look at you like this, eyes so fixed on your face. 

Catching every unguarded expression. The soft shadow of your eyelashes as your head dips, as if you’re trying to make out his form.

You don’t have what Bruce has. He has no way to offer those contacts he developed - Alfred’s form lit up in shades of warped and molten infrared. 

But it’s almost as if you’ve managed to make do without. 

He tries to resist the stirring - the soft sigh that threatens to break free, as your fingers press into muscle, even if you can’t hear it. Your path tracing over his biceps as he tries to go still, unmoving in your exploration.

Your other hand rises. Twin touches to his shoulders, tracing the edges of his dark vest, finding the tie at his throat. Knotted that morning from instinct and muscle memory - he has not seen his own reflection in years. 

You smile, lower lip caught between your teeth - fingers wrapping around the silk.

“You still dress like your photo.”

A hitch in his breath then, to think that you remember what he had looked like. How you say it so plainly and assuredly, as if you’re certain.

Your look turns thoughtful, as you squint at him again, “If I were invisible, I don’t think I’d wear clothes at all.”

Christ.

A visual flickers through his mind before he can help it - fingers clamping down vice-like around your knee. 

You squeak, already forgetting what you said - concern swirling across your features, “I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”

He manages to answer, a much more gentle "No" squeezed into your skin - though you still look worried. Already mourning the loss of your touch, as your hand hover, fingers curling. 

Alfred wishes he had words. Anything to assure you that you did nothing wrong, but all he can do it catch your wrists. Guide them back to his shoulders, in silent encouragement.

And here, you go slower. Over the crisp fabric of his shirt collar. The slightest shiver when your hands touch his skin, feather-light against his throat.

The smallest quirk of your lips, as you watch the way your hands hover in mid-air. You could stop here but you don’t - a soft sigh as your touch moves higher, pairing with a soft murmur.

“Just making sure you’re real.”

A thumb flattens over the bristle of his chin, fingertips against his cheek. Over the strong curve of his nose - as if you’re trying to piece him together. 

The thought has an ache forming in his chest. A tightening - a low fluttering in his stomach. 

Unable the help the slightest lean into your palm. His eyes closing at your touch, the flex of your fingers as they move to cradle his cheek. 

It would take nothing to shift his head, to press his lips to your wrist.

But he’s always had a strong handle on his restraint. 

Even if you are, have been, testing it’s limits. 

There is very little that would make him refuse you, save for requests from Bruce. The ones he’s set in place for himself, ones that you've been so carefully nudging at.

Those he would hold above all else.

He had made a promise to himself that he would never ask, even if he could. Even if his own heart had run away with him.

Bruce had found a loophole some time ago, something he thought would work. But Alfred wouldn’t stoop to manipulation. Not then, and certainly - not now. 

Even with your careful prodding. It had not been hard to sense what you had been really wanting from him. The intent behind your questions, the fire in your eyes - how focused and serious your expression had turned, for those brief moments. 

With them, there had been the smallest spark.

A flicker of something like hope.

But he would not ask it of you.

If it was meant to be, then it would happen. But it would be on your own accord, not his.

Your lips part, as you lean closer. The slide of your other hand, curling around his neck, the tips brushing where his hair is shorn short. It’s as close to an embrace than he’s had in years, his own breath quickening. A low stirring, at the way your head tilts, the careful focus of your eyes.

As if you could almost -

The grandfather clock chimes, two long notes. Sounding more like a dirge in these empty halls, breaking the tight string of tension.

He mourns the warmth of your hands, as they drop. As you blink, eyes confirming the time. Stifling a yawn, arms bracing on your back in a stretch. A movement that his eyes follow, still caught in that shared moment for a second longer.

"I should go to bed. I need to work a little longer." The smile you give him is shy, sobering up at thought. Pushing yourself to your feet before he can move, scooping up the now-cold mugs.

"Thank you, Alfred."

It's not until you’re gone - when he’s in bed and resisting the urge to slip his hand beneath the sheets, to fist the hard curve of his cock - that he’s realizing… 

He's not quite sure what you’re thanking him for. 

The television washes the dark room in a pale light, as you idly flip through movies. Tired after a long day - unable to bring yourself to open the email from your editor yet. Surely a mile-long list of changes awaiting you.

Instead, you settle on something cozy, something familiar. The thin blanket stretches out across your lap as your legs curl up, tucking yourself into the corner of the couch.

No more than ten minutes pass before he finds you. His presence announced with the creak of a nearby closet. A much warmer, thicker blanket bundled in his arms.

Your smile soft and thankful, eyes tearing from the screen as if you could see him as he tucks it around you. A warmth and a shyness creeping in, trying to sound casual, "Do you want to watch something?"

A moment, before the cushions on the couch dips. A presence settling next to you, your teeth cutting into your lip as you bite back your smile. Not-so-secretly pleased, that he did. That he wasn't too busy to join you.

Unfolding the edge of the blanket, offering it out to him. Your fingers brushing over the woolen knit of his arm - a sweater, from the feel of it.

Something different, than last time. You've taken to imagining him the same as that little photo. The crisp white shirt and inky black vest, not a single stitch out of place. 

"Are you cold?" You're always were, in the Tower. It's something you like - drifting off to sleep under the layers of blankets. Slipping on your biggest and coziest cardigan, while sipping a warm drink as you work. 

Before he can answer, you're slipping from the couch. His own touch snags at the long hem of your own sweater, a soft kind of protest. One that is ignored, as you head to where the embers in the fireplace glow - the logs you threw on at lunch no more than ash.

"You work too hard," You comment, stacking in more. Enough to last the length of the movie and then a little longer, "You just stay there, alright?"

It's not as neat as he does it. The fire licking at your fingers as you light the match - almost dropping it. Tucking it in with the kindling, hands cupped around your mouth as you blow the embers back to life.

Making sure you're satisfied, that the warmth has started to curl into the tower, before you head back. The movie a quarter-way in now, the second time the main characters are meeting. Time skipping forward - an awkward reunion and one-sided reminisce on a shared flight.

"Do you want me to pick something else?" You ask as you sit down - no longer planning to tuck into the corner, accidently overestimating the amount of space.

A soft collision of your shoulder into a broad chest. Your thigh pressed snugly against his - your cheeks burning as you shift to the side. 

An apology slides from your teeth - a deprecating comment about how clumsy you are, as he tugs the blanket from beneath you. The brush of an arm against yours as it's moved to cover your knees.

A hand finding that space before, when you sat in front of him - mapping his features. Curling around the curve of your knee, over the blanket. Another soft squeeze, one that oh-so-subtly pulls you just a little bit closer. Bridging that small gap you had created.

No.

Something had changed then, you think. More than just an exploration, when he had let you know him with your touch. A mutual testing of the water, with the way hands had begun to linger, for conversation. 

It takes you another twenty minutes to be brave. The movie passing with your unseeing eyes. Glancing his way on instinct during the double-date that goes wrong - forgetting for a moment that you won’t catch his expression. Meeting only open air, instead.

Finally, slowly, letting your arm tuck under his. Finding the curve of his elbow, fitting yourself against his shoulder. He lets you - loose-limbed in your grasp. Settling his hand over your wrist, fingertips brushing against the patch of skin above the cuff of your sweater.

"It's one of my favorites," You comment - a stream of your thoughts, something that has now become routine. Filling the silence with your words, because he cannot, "Do you like it?"

The two squeezes come quickly. His hand warm, large, against your wrist. Another inch or so higher and a small twist, and his palm would be pressing to yours.

But, it doesn't move.

And neither do you, when the movie ends. When the next begins automatically - another romantic comedy.

Content, to take this moment. Forcing your mind not to run wild - to soak in the tangible feeling of Alfred next to you. The warmth of the room tugging at you.

Eyelids slowly drooping as the night creeps in. Your head coming to rest against his shoulder, cozy and safe where you sit - wrapped in blankets and tucked between him and the plush arm of the couch. 

It's chilly again, when you wake. No longer evening, the hours tipping towards dawn. The space next to you now empty - your head cushioned with a plush throw pillow. Blankets carefully and thoughtfully layered to cover you.

But it's still warm, when your hand runs over it. Still retaining his heat, from where he watched over you. 

From where he had stayed.

Alfred is relieved when he hears the chime of the elevator. He doesn’t trust Gotham drivers even when the sun is shining - much less when all the rain turns into sleet and snow.

You’d been gone all afternoon. Something about picking packages up for Bruce and an errand, pairing it with a little smile that he barely caught -  before you were whisking out the door.

There’s plenty to do, but he can’t help but worry. He’d gotten used to the music you play, your questions, your presence - the Tower seeming so empty without them. That dull ache in his chest turning into something closer to longing, in the days between their night under the tree. His assuredness that he was perhaps, reading into things, lessening with the memory of you pressed so close against him as the movie played.

Perhaps it’s lucky they’re so far up - or he’d have to resist the urge to check the streets below, to see if you were returning. 

Snowflakes cling to your hair, your coat, as the doors finally open. A box branded with Wayne Enterprises tucked under your arm, patterned bags trapped between fingers.

His heart twists when you call out for him, and he has to pause - to wait a few moments, as to not look too eager - before he’s taking Bruce’s package from you. Setting it on the bench near the doorway as you toe off your boots.

You hold the bags close, a smiling protest when he tries to take those, next.

“No, I’ve got these,” You coax, “It’s a surprise-”

Instead, he reaches for your coat. Fingers curling around the collar, as you carefully twist to free yourself.

Your head tilting back with the roll of your shoulders. The fabric slipping down, as you go still in his arms. Eyes fixed somewhere above, in the lush garland that strings across the entryway. 

His own travel upwards, and he sees it - that rich green and red sprig, just as you murmur the word.

"Mistletoe."

Your eyes drop back down. In the past weeks, it's like he's become properly orientated in your mind. Your gaze meets his more often now than they miss. 

He doesn't remember putting it up. The plant woven into another piece of greenery, something they must have missed. Or arranged without thought, in the excitement and haste to move into the next task. 

It's not the mistletoe from the Manor. That was lost years ago, in the move to the Tower. A recollection of how Bruce would run to the door, scooped up in his father's arms. A squealing shriek with the bristle of a mustache, pressed against a chubby cheek. 

How Alfred might find a stolen moment himself there, later. Afterwards, in the dark. 

And when he looks now, at your expression. The pretty part of your lips, your breath held in your chest - he thinks he's quite ready to make some new memories, here. 

Because he knows the look. One he's seen before, the way your hands grip onto him just a little more tightly. It matches his own, a near-perfect reflection. 

Halting your soft, rushed murmur of "We don't have to, it's just-", the words dying on your tongue as his hand moves up, palm curving around the back of your neck.

Just another small indulgence. A quick brush of his lips, and that will be enough.

You melt, with his touch. Going soft and pliant, the smallest tug that coaxes him closer, just as your eyes slide shut. Waiting. 

He admires for only the briefest moment, before he moves. The careful duck of his head, unable the help the quick inhale - toasted vanilla and the sharp bite of winter - before his mouth touches softly to yours.

You make the prettiest sound - a strangled gasp that catches in your throat, as your lips part. An encouragement he needs no coaxing to take, as he draws you unconsciously closer.  

His own groan a rough echo as you let him deepen the kiss, sighing into his mouth as your palms slide up his chest to cling to his shoulders. 

You’re sweet against his tongue. Where it dips against your lower lip, and then against yours, as you meet him. Another moan and it’s enough to make him forget - to loosen his grasp on that tight tether around his own neck.

A step forward has your back pressing up against the wall. A rattle as the coat rack catches against your shoulder, wobbling.

Neither of you notice. Your hands slipping against the soft velvet of his hair, anchoring yourself to him. 

His left hand touching down against your side, sliding up to waist and ribs. Crushing himself against you as if it will save him from drowning. 

It’s when his hips cant forward - a jerking, needy grind of his stiffening cock against the soft curve of your hip. One that you match against the thigh that’s pressed snug between yours - that he catches himself. 

He's lost control. 

Eyes cracking open, growing wider as he pulls away. 

Leaving you panting and sagging against the wall - coat slipped from your shoulders and pooling at your elbows. Delicately mussed, lips swollen from the eager press of his mouth. 

You don't know what you're asking for. 

If they've been wrong, if there's no fix for this life he leads, then it's no way for you to live. He's been horribly selfish, to let things go on the way he has. Reason overridden by his heart and hope. 

He had not realized how deep his feelings had gone, until it had taken everything to pull himself away. Leaving him with the soft echo of his name as he leaves - slipping back into shadow.

But you don't pursue. Perhaps you're afraid as well - the lid that will be impossible to close, once fully opened. 

He paces in his room, later. Replaying the moment, as his hands work. A message keyed on his phone, only to be erased. 

Keyed again. And again.  

He could not say if you were still awake. Your schedule behind the closed door of your room was something unbeknownst to him. If only he had the words - real, physical, tangible words, maybe, he would explain. 

I did not mean to take advantage of the moment. Forgive me.

It's one of the only texts he's sent you. Something unspoken and agreed about their time spent together. Content with the intimacy of the touches and notes, of sharing your phone. 

The screen has only just dimmed before it's lighting up again. The vibration in his palm with her reply. 

Not just words. There's a photo attached - an image of the kitchen. His spot, from the angle. One of the bags you were carrying arranged carefully. A tag with his name dangles from the handle, in careful script. 

Just a single, short sentence below. 

I wanted you to. 

He stares at it for a long time. Scrolling back up to the photo. His feet taking him there, though the silent halls, without thought. 

It's pretty. A red and gold striped bag, white tissue paper spilling from the top. Something written on the tag as he examines it, flipping it around.

It's not home, but I hope it's close. Merry Christmas, Alfred.

It's signed "Yours", with your name in script beneath. He can't help but think about you writing this alone, after he left you. How unchanged, you were.

And carefully, after a long moment, his hand dips inside. Pulling out two wrapped rectangles. The paper peeled away to reveal wooden frames, the carved pattern along the edges reminiscent of the details in his study. 

His photos tucked inside. Ones had held so dear, until the edges had faded away. Carefully preserved, his eyes lingering on their faces as his thumb traces along the stained wood. 

The rest drawn out. Unwrapped, though he recognized the patterns, the logos, from a long time ago.

A tin of his favorite tea. A wrapped package of biscuits.  

He'd only mentioned it once. In those early days, paired with a lament that he could not get them here. That he had searched, but given up some time ago. No more than an offhand remark - a single line scratched amongst a dozen others exchanged that day. Something he never thought would have been remembered.

And after everything, he can’t help but smile - as something inside him loosens. Cracking, at the edges.

Tucking the items back inside, before he's pushing himself from the table. 

He has somewhere to be.

ahh thanks for reading! 💖

[aibloomie]

Hi, it's my first time requesting so idk if it's how I'm supposed to do it- anyway

I really loved your "makout session w genshin boys" it was absolutely adorable. Could it be possible to continue it and add Scaramouche/wanderer ? Ofc if you feel like it, I don't want to bother you. Have a great day! <3

make out sessions with them (continuation)

ft :: scaramouche, childe, and yoimiya x gn!reader

→ ahh omg my first request I was excited while writing this <33 thank you for your sweet words !! I added other characters too so I hope that's okay </3 ignore any typos my bad

nsfw under the cut

→ SCARAMOUCHE

━ honestly his form of kissing really depends on your dynamic with him. like if he's the more assertive one then he'll mess around with you a lot. he'll bite down on your lip hard enough to make you squirm around, and then he'll laugh and tease you about how easy it is to get a reaction from you. maybe he'll even raise one hand to put a light grip on your neck and feel your pulse under his fingertips, enjoying how you put your hands on his chest to further stabilize yourself.

but if you're usually the one in control then it'll be the one time he doesn't bicker with you and instead he'll just let his gaurd down to melt into your intimacy. HE'LL be the one left speechless and won't be able to tease you or anything because he's so focused on the tingly sensation of his numb lips and the warmth that's spreading in his lower abdomen with every move you take

━ likes resting his hands on your waist !! he can easily pull you closer that way, and can feel the goosebumps that rise on your skin when he traces shapes onto it. just in general, he loves making out with you not only because of the feeling, but because it reminds him that you're both real and he is in fact getting the intimacy and love that he oh so desperately craves. the sound of your breathing, the reactions he elicits from you, he's quite literally drunk on you and he wishes to feel that way forever

━ he gets a little nervous when the kissing is slow and gentle, because it gives him time to hear his own thoughts and he becomes increasingly aware that you can notice every single little thing. you can hear the way he quietly moans into the kisses, and if you caress his face you can feel how he's burning up. and of course, you can hear the multiple layers of fabric he has on rustling whenever he moves his body to be closer to you

━ sometimes (although rarely), he completely submits to you. it's mostly when his fear of abandonment washes up again at his doorstep and leaves him needing any form of reassurance from you. he'll be particularly sensitive, shivering when you trace your fingers up and down his body. he'll plead quietly under his breath, wanting to know your every thought and intention with him

━ afterwards he tries to hide his face with his hat because he's a mess and he doesn't want anyone to see his flushed cheeks and swollen lips (or the messy hair that he now has from you gripping onto it/pulling it earlier) in general, it's shocking to him every time because he never thought he would have felt such overwhelming feelings and urges towards a person considering his past

→ CHILDE

━ sessions usually happen after the two of you have been playfully arguing with each other because in his eyes you're so cute when you're pretending to be mad at him and he can't help but just pull you in for a kiss and that's how it starts.

"oh? I thought you were mad at me." childe teased as you straddled his hips, getting yourself comfortable because he was just so tempting.

"shut up." you mumbled while trying to hide a smile, "it's not my fault you purposely rile me up."

━ also happens when he gets a lot of adrenaline. being chased by some guards together? you can bet that the minute you guys have hidden well, he'll want to push you up against the nearest tree and press his lips against yours <3 it's his favorite combo, adrenaline and his one true love? he's spontaneous and gets bored if everything is always the same, he likes taking risks

━ likes to be a little shit so sometimes he holds your head in place with his hands and pulls away just to hear you mumble a complaint and to see the way you're only looking at his lips while trying to catch your breath.

→ YOIMIYA

━ you know she's in the mood the minutes she sits right next to you with her thighs touching yours. she starts off with small gestures <3 like holding your hand and tracing the lines on your palms. then she turns your head more her way and begins to excitedly leave soft and quick kisses all over your face while telling you how much she adores you. after that is when she pulls back and scans your face with crinkled eyes and a smile, then she presses her lips eagerly against yours <33

━ if you wear necklaces or any other accessory that's easy to grab, then she'll unconsciously reach for it and fiddle with it. she's also a fan of passing a piece of candy back and forth while kissing you, it just makes the experience sweeter yet makes her cheeks burn because you guys are sharing something in such a intimate way

━ she's so cute she makes happy noises while kissing !! like sometimes she'll let out laughs in between or joyful hums. she has a lot of energy so you're usually the one who has to pull completely away first

[steviebears]

Please

SUMMARY: Eddie pisses you off.

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: dom!reader, sub!eddie, handjob, overstimulation, unprotected sex, gagging, light bondage

"You really couldn't cover those up, Y/n?" Mike asks, referring to the littering of hickeys across your neck. Dustin's face contorts in disgust. You shrug your shoulders, making eye contact with a smug-looking Eddie.

"I bet she was all like- 'ahh Eddie!'" Lucas teases and mocks making the rest laugh. Eddie only smirks and you roll your eyes, already feeling done with the group of immature boys.

"And I bet dungeons and dragons isn't the only thing he's the master of..." Dustin says, immediately fake gagging after the words left his mouth. You give him a glare and he shuts up.

You were more than displeased with Eddie in this situation. He just let them tease you knowing they were all wrong.

You were silent on the way home, only a mischievous grin across you face, making Eddie nervous. You can feel his glances and cross your legs in a dominant way. He knew exactly what he'd done wrong but wouldn't dare speak a word on it. He just rambled on about god knows what, waiting for a response you never gave him.

The second you made it inside his trailer you slammed the door and pinned him against it. His eyes were wide as you muttered,

"You are such a brat." with a laugh. He just smiled, excited for what he's gotten himself into. His eyes flicker to your lips and you kiss him hard, forcing your tongue into his mouth while pushing him further into the door. You slip your hand under his shirt, feeling up his torso with teasing, feather light touches. Your hand trails down to his bulge that you palm, enjoying how worked up you already have him. You trail kisses down his jaw and neck while unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, sliding your hand down his front.

-

"Which one was that, baby?" You speak in his ear as his dick tries to calm down from yet another orgasm. You continue to stroke him though, making him pant and cave away from your touch.

"Th-three. Fuck!" He whimpers, tears brimming his eyes.

"Please." he chants as you keep abusing his cock. He's all sticky and wet, his length red and worn out. But still, he's desperate to please you. Show you how sorry he is by being good for you.

It doesn't take long for him to cum again. He thrusts up into your hand and his abs tense. He releases for the fourth time all over the puddle on his stomach while he struggles in his restraints.

"And that one?" you ask. He just whines in response. You finally let go of his cock.

"How many was that?" you ask again. he turns his head further into the pillow, completely unable to form words.

"Hm, did I fuck you dumb?" You giggle, pleased with his state. He nods and smiles when you sit on his legs.

"Want me to fuck you now?" you ask with a teasing tone, poking his length. He just grins and nods again. You smile and push your panties to the side, no need to touch yourself because of how wet watching him made you.

As soon as you sink down on him he moans loudly, the overstimulation making him incredibly sensitive. When you start moving, he's too tired to keep curling away from you so he just takes it, his muscles tensing every time you squeeze around him. He lets out another loud moan and you sigh in fake frustration, getting up off of him.

He's worried. Did he do something wrong? You slip off your panties and sink back down on him. As soon as he opens his mouth to make a noise you stuff it full with your panties. He groans through it, loving the faint taste of you on them.

The longer you went the more his mouth hurt from being open so long, amongst other things. His cock could only handle so much so he cums for the final time inside you. You show him no mercy and speed up for your own pleasure, causing him to whine and thrash lightly every time you pressed yourself down on him.

Soon enough you finally came and he makes a sound of relief when you let his length slip out of you. You smile and try to take a picture of him with your eyes; he looked too perfect right now. His whole body glistening in sweat, dried tears on his handsome face, his hair sticking to his forehead, wrists tied up, and of course his pretty mouth gagged. You climbed over him and kissed his forehead while you pulled the panties out. He sighs and tries to catch his breath with a dazed smile.

[bellaxgiornata]

Falling For the Devil [Part fifty-four: "The Disheartening Valentine's Day"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: It's Valentine’s Day and the day certainly doesn't go the way you'd have expected it to a month ago.

Or

You have a few unexpected run-ins and a very surprising conversation with Katy.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.5k

a/n: This installment is a part of the Big Angst arc. Forewarning, there is no comfort in the next handful of installments, not until you reach "The Aftermath" (Part 58) will there be comfort. My personal favorite Matt POV in this arc is in this installment! You can find the entire list of installments for this series here.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of your winter coat, you made your way back towards the office. You’d been out conducting an interview for The Bulletin this Wednesday mid-morning, though it wasn’t anything remotely exciting. Ellison had been throwing fluff piece after fluff piece at you ever since the incident last month. You were beginning to think he would never let you write about anything other than safe, boring topics again. 

You sighed, head rolling back on your shoulders as you walked the few blocks back to the office, face turning upwards to the sky. The sun was shining and there wasn’t a bitter chill in the air today, something that felt refreshing despite the fact that it was still the middle of winter. It was a beautiful day and you’d take it, especially considering what day it was–Valentine’s Day. The last thing you needed was some gloomy, snowy day making your mood worse.

Someone nearby called your name and you startled, head lowering as your brows drew together. You stopped on the sidewalk, glancing in the direction of the voice. Your lips parted in surprise at the sight of the nun making her way down the sidewalk towards you–Matt’s mother. Internally you cursed yourself for not realizing you were near Clinton Church as you forced a smile onto your face and waited for her on the sidewalk.

“Sister Maggie,” you greeted her awkwardly in return. “I wasn’t expecting to run into you.”

She approached you, a warm smile on her face as she did. "Maybe God wanted us to cross paths this morning," she said, a brow raising onto her forehead.

Or maybe whatever higher power there was just wanted to hurt you a bit more by forcing an interaction with your ex's mother on Valentine’s Day. But you were far too intimidated by Matt's mother to actually say that aloud, so instead you just continued to smile awkwardly at her. 

"Matthew told me what happened last month," Maggie continued, apparently getting right to the point. "How those men came after you to get to him. How he ended things to keep you safe from himself." Maggie shook her head, huffing out a breath. "Personally I think he's being rather foolish and ridiculous. Blaming himself for things beyond his control," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "But I suppose if he didn't then he wouldn't be the man I know. He always did have a tendency to try to take all of the blame onto himself as a form of punishment."

"It's not entirely his fault," you murmured, eyes darting down to the sidewalk. "But it's not exactly like he ever gave me a chance to tell him that, either."

"Ahh, yes," Maggie said, nodding gently. "He told me how he…left things after. Though he wouldn't say much about it. Just that he regretted his abrupt departure from your place that night. And how he had yelled. Hurt you and ended things instead of being there for you."

Your cheeks reddened at the thought of Matt possibly mentioning anything to her about the rough sex with him shortly after the entire incident before he ended things. Shifting awkwardly on your feet, you continued to avoid eye contact. 

"How have you been doing, though, dear?" she asked gently. "I imagine you've been having a rough go of things dealing with the aftermath of it all. Are you doing alright?"

You didn't know what it was that made your eyes begin to water at her question; maybe it was because of the fact you had spent most of this past month alone, trying to process a traumatic event in conjunction with a broken heart. Or maybe it was because it was Matt’s mother here genuinely wondering how you were, something you felt you hadn't even gotten from Matt himself. Or maybe it was a combination of the two things, but either way, a few tears slid out of your eyes. 

Maggie drew you into a hug without hesitation, her embrace warm and comforting. Your arms easily wrapped back around her, your mind not even remotely overthinking the gesture. Somehow it felt right. 

"It's been difficult," you admitted quietly, voice breaking as you answered her. "I miss him. But I’m also mad at him." 

"He misses you, too," she told you. "From what I hear of things, your anger is quite understandable. But I'm sure Matthew will come around eventually. He's stubborn but I know he loves you and deeply regrets the hurt he caused you. He's been coming around here more often ever since. Seeking guidance and praying."

You pulled back from her embrace, swiftly wiping your hands across your cheeks and drying the tears that had fallen. "I used to think he might come around," you admitted. "Now I'm not so sure about that anymore," you whispered. "All I've heard from him over this past month was that he wanted to be friends. That was two weeks ago after his terrible attempt at an apology. And then right after that he openly accepted the advances of some woman right in front of me."

Maggie's eyes narrowed curiously at you. "Hmm," she hummed out. "That doesn't quite sound like Matthew."

"No," you agreed. "It doesn't. But it hurt. He's pushed me away for good, though. He's made that quite clear. And I can't–can't do the friendship thing with him all over again." You sighed, shaking your head. "It's over between us."

Maggie hummed out a curious noise, one of her fingers tapping along her arm. "You know, you may be misreading him with your own pain clouding your mind. Quite understandable of course, we are only human. But maybe if you look past the anger you might see more than you have been." She smiled warmly back at you, nodding lightly as she continued gently. "I have faith things will work out. You mean too much to him, and I can see the love you have for him even now written on your face. What you both have is real. So, I have faith he will figure out how to talk to you and make things right."

You sent her a tight smile, nodding at her words even if you didn't quite believe them. "I should probably get back to the office though," you told her. "I was just finishing up an interview a few blocks over. If I don't check in soon, after what happened, my boss is probably going to file a missing person report."

She was still smiling back at you, her eyes reminding you so much of Matt's. "I won't keep you any longer then," she said. "But if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here. I'm quite good at listening."

"Thank you," you told her. "I appreciate that, really."

As you made your way back to the office, Maggie's words kept replaying through your mind. You couldn’t help but feel like she was wrong, though. Matt didn't want to pursue things with you anymore, he certainly had made that clear with his utter lack of communication.

________

"How long do you think I'll be on Ellison's list of fragile reporters?" you asked Katy, drawing the beer to your lips.

"After what happened?" Katy asked, shooting you a look over her glass. "You're probably going to be writing all the lame pieces, girl. You were literally taken right from the office by armed men. He is not forgetting that any time soon."

You sighed, burying your face in your hands. You didn't know how much longer you could keep writing the fluff pieces without losing your mind. It was mind-numbing work for new journalists and it wasn't for you. 

"Thanks for coming out with me tonight, by the way," Katy said, her hand fidgeting with her glass.

You shrugged, running your hands down your face. "Not like I have anyone to spend Valentine’s with," you said bitterly. "Really I should be thanking you for keeping me company."

"Actually," Katy said, nervously shifting in her seat, "there was something I have been dying to ask you."

The tone of her voice caught your attention. Curiously you studied her at the bar beside you, head tilting to the side as you did. She wasn't usually the nervous type but right now you could see her awkwardly fidgeting with her glass.

"Okay?" you prompted.

"I've been wondering about it ever since last month," she began hesitantly, eyes on her drink. "I thought it was insane at first. But then I…started to think about it a bit more and I–I have to ask." 

Your eyes narrowed at her as she leaned towards you with her elbows on the bar counter, her eyes briefly darting around the pair of you before she finally spoke in an almost inaudible whisper.

"Is Daredevil your ex?"

You had been so beyond expecting that to come out of her mouth that you couldn't even hide your stunned reaction. Her eyes widened instantly, her jaw dropping open. 

"Oh my God," she breathed out. "It's him, isn't it? He's–" she waved her hands frantically in front of herself, "–he-who-must-not-be-named!"

Recovering, you instantly shushed her. Your own eyes began darting around the bar. No one seemed to be paying either of you any mind, though. 

"You cannot say anything!" you whispered harshly. "I mean it, Katy! That's dangerous information. You shouldn't know that." You shook your head roughly, licking your lips nervously. " How do you even know that?"

She leaned in further and you easily copied the gesture. Matt was not going to like that she knew, and for both of their safety you were going to have to find a way to tell him now. The thought of that made your skin crawl–he wouldn’t be thrilled.

"I didn't think much of it until he came to visit me that night you'd been taken," she whispered. "I thought it was strange that you-know-who was at my apartment, ordering me to stop calling the police and checking in with them to see if they'd found you. Then he said he'd saved you. When he asked for your phone, that cemented my curiosity," she said. "He said he was bringing it back to you. Which I thought was a little above and beyond for him, you know?" She cleared her throat, one finger nervously tapping on her glass before continuing on. "And then earlier that night, after they'd taken you and I had called the police, I found your phone in the bathroom. I didn't understand why you had left it behind. I was wondering if you'd wanted me to find something on it. But I didn't, I just saw you'd called Matt before you left with those men."

You ran a hand across your mouth, your mind racing. "And somehow you put it all together?" you asked her. 

"Well that and the fact that, for a blind man, Matt sure is quite fit. Exactly like someone else. And then the other week I…may have searched through some old images of the masked man and the jawline was so similar." Katy exhaled a rough breath, shaking her head. "It would make sense, too, I realized. If Karen Page really was fired for knowing his identity and not telling Ellison, and she’s also friends with Matt… There were just so many things that made sense, but I just–just can't believe it.”

“Yeah, well,” you began, eyes once again darting around the bar to make sure no one was listening in, “you’re going to have to keep that to yourself. Forever. Because you don’t just have knowledge that will endanger him, it’ll endanger you.”

Katy sucked in an audible sharp breath. “That’s why they took you, wasn’t it?” she pressed, her eyes widening again. “Not just because of the story you were looking into, but because you knew that, right?”

“Yes,” you whispered. “And I almost died because I know. So your best bet is to forget that you do.”

“Holy shit,” she breathed out.

Beside you, Katy picked up her glass and downed its contents, wincing as the alcohol went down. 

“Yeah,” you agreed. “It can be a little scary to have that knowledge. I still can’t believe you figured it out, either.”

“No,” Katy said, shaking her head. “I mean, holy shit I can’t believe you were dating him all this time.”

With a huff you grabbed your beer, drawing it up to your lips. “Not helping the being broken up on Valentine’s Day feelings right now,” you pointed out.

“Right, sorry,” she muttered. “It’s just…you were with a literal superhero.”

Your shoulders sagged as you spun forward on the bar stool. “Don’t remind me,” you muttered, taking a long pull off of your beer.

________

Hugging your arms around yourself for warmth, you made your way back home from the bar. You and Katy had stayed there for a couple of hours drinking. She had kept trying not to bring up questions about Matt, but somehow she always would. Eventually it had gotten to be too much for you so you’d decided to call it a night and walk the few blocks back to your apartment before it got too late, hoping to sober up in the chill of the night.

You had been lost in thought, your mind still reeling at the fact that Katy had figured out Daredevil was your ex, that you hadn’t noticed the person in the nearby alley until they’d stepped out and startled you. You yelped in surprise, throwing a hand over your racing heart. To your relief you realized it was Matt as Daredevil, but then your heart was thundering in your chest for other reasons. Especially since your last encounter with him as Daredevil was Matt breaking your heart.  

"Why the hell are you jumping out of alleys at me?" you questioned, trying to calm yourself.

"I wasn't jumping out of an alley," he countered. "If you weren’t so inebriated and had been paying attention to your surroundings you'd have noticed me."

Eyes narrowing, a frown slipped onto your face. Great, so you were getting angry Daredevil again. What a great way to end your Valentine’s Day. 

"And you shouldn't be walking home alone at night drunk to begin with," he added bitterly. "It's not safe."

"Is there something you want?" you asked flatly. "Or has it just been too long since you last had the chance to yell at me that you needed another opportunity?"

"That's…that's not what this is," he said, tone softening as he shook his head. 

"Really? Cause it sure seems like Daredevil just found his new favorite verbal punching bag," you shot, the alcohol in your system fueling your comments. "Lucky me, I guess."

"Stop," he warned. 

"Or what?" you goaded, pain lacing its way into your words as you took a step towards him. "You already broke my heart, I don't think there's much more you can do to hurt me at this point, Devil." 

Matt's masked face snapped to the side, his shoulders drawing in towards his neck like what you'd said had really hurt him. The anger inside of you quickly dissipated at the sight, Maggie's words from this morning repeating in your mind. Your eyes narrowed at Matt's silent, tense form before you. 

Maybe your pain had been clouding your mind. Maybe you were reading him wrong. Because right now he looked wounded . Emotionally wounded by your words.

Expelling a rough breath you took a step back, stuffing your hands back into your coat pockets. Your gaze dropped down to your feet on the pavement in the alley, suddenly becoming aware of how oddly empty Hell's Kitchen seemed tonight. Everyone in this city was probably on a date or fucking right now except for you. 

"I'm sorry," you muttered awkwardly. "That was low. I shouldn't take my feelings out on you."

"No, you're right," he answered softly. "I have been an asshole. And I am sorry even if you don't believe it." His masked face turned back towards you, a frown forming on his mouth. "I never meant to hurt you. I never wanted to. And I shouldn’t have yelled–especially now. I just…it isn't safe walking alone drunk at night, especially for a young woman."

Your lips pursed together as you shrugged stiffly. "It's not that late and I'm not that drunk," you mumbled. 

"To answer your question," he continued lightly, "there wasn't anything I stopped you for. I just–just thought I picked up on your heartbeat a block over and…I don't know," he finished lamely with a partial shrug of his own. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have bothered you. But I might just…be nearby until you get back home safely. If–if that's okay?"

You bit your lip, nodding again. "Yeah," you whispered. 

Matt gave a single nod of his own before he turned, about to head back into the alley. No doubt he was about to climb up a building and follow you along the roofs until you made it back to your place. Your heart ached at the thought; a month ago he'd have slipped through your window after and stayed the night with you.

Remembering what had just happened at the bar, you jolted out of your thoughts. "Wait!" you called after Matt, taking a few steps towards him.

He paused, turning towards you in the alley but remaining where he’d stopped. Nervously chewing the inside of your cheek, heart racing in your chest at what his reaction might be to the news you were about to give him, you hesitantly crossed the space towards him. He quietly tracked your movements with his masked head as it tilted curiously to the side.

"I figured you should know," you said quietly, nerves fluttering in your stomach, "because it's probably important that you do. But–"

"You're seeing someone else," Matt cut in.

Your jaw dropped, brows pulling together in confusion. Blinking rapidly, you shook your head. "No, not at all. Why, are you?" you blurted. Immediately you winced, shaking your head again. "You don't need to answer that. But no, I was going to tell you that…Katy knows."

"What?" he asked, head canting further to the side. "Katy knows what?"

"About–about you," you stammered out. 

You saw the moment realization dawned on him. He inhaled sharply, his body tensing before you. At his sides, you noticed his gloved hands curling into fists. Your pulse sped up in fear of him yelling at you more. 

"I didn't tell her," you told him in a rush. "I swear. She literally just figured it out herself after–after that night. And when she asked me just a bit ago, I was so taken off guard that I guess my face answered her question." You swallowed hard, shrinking back from him. "I'm so sorry. I made sure she knew she couldn't say anything. Made sure she knew how dangerous it was for her to know. I–I thought telling you was necessary."

He ran a gloved hand across his mouth, your eyes taking in his stiff movements. You grimaced, taking another step back from him.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. "Please don't get mad at me again."

His masked face turned towards you, those red lenses of his helmet flashing at you through the dark as his head turned. A second later his fists uncurled and his shoulders relaxed.

"I'm not mad at you," he whispered. "I can hear your heartbeat. I know it wasn't your fault. I was reckless that night, it shouldn't be a surprise that she figured it out. I’ll uh, I’ll have to pay her a visit, though. I guess. Make sure she truly understands the seriousness.”

“You’re not…going to yell at her, are you?” you asked nervously. 

He shook his head quickly. “No, not at all,” he answered.

“Good,” you breathed out, nodding. 

Silence fell between the pair of you and you awkwardly gnawed on your bottom lip. This weird run-in felt like it had reached its end now and you knew you should go, but a part of you didn’t want to. You weren’t entirely sure if Matt was feeling the same way as he stood silently before you, his left hand clenching and unclenching a few times. 

“I should go,” you said awkwardly after a moment. “Let you get back to your uh, Nocturnal Exploits and all.”

Matt’s mouth slowly curled upwards at one corner, most likely due to another weird name you had for his Daredevil activities. He nodded slowly but he made no move to leave. You took a step back, eyes raking over him before you. There was a sharp pang in your chest at how wrong this entire interaction felt between the pair of you; all of this just felt wrong. 

“Goodbye, Devil,” you whispered, trying to fight back the sting of tears in your eyes.

Turning on your heel, the world briefly spinning at the movement due to the alcohol in your system, you began to make your way out of the alley. You had barely reached the edge of it before you heard him call out behind you.

“I’m not,” he said.

His voice caused you to pause and glance back over your shoulder at him. He’d taken a step closer towards you, you noticed. One of your brows rose curiously onto your forehead at him.

“I’m not seeing anyone,” he clarified.

“Oh,” you breathed out, your heart fluttering in your chest at the admission. “Okay.”

You made your way back onto the sidewalk, heat rising up to your cheeks despite the cold. You weren’t entirely why he’d wanted to make sure you knew that he wasn’t seeing anyone else–it wasn’t really your business anymore. Shooting one last look down the alley, you noticed Matt had disappeared. But you knew he wasn’t really gone, not at the moment; you knew he was on a rooftop nearby, his focus on you as you walked the rest of your way back home.

________

Judging by how quiet the streets had gotten, Matt knew it was incredibly late. He’d gone out for a couple more hours after he’d made sure you had gotten back to your apartment safe and had paid Katy a brief visit. Though it was beginning to get difficult for him to ignore the cold now with how long he’d been out in it.

He wasn’t sure what drew him to stop by your apartment on his way back home tonight yet again. He also wasn’t sure what had caused him to drop down onto your fire escape and reach a gloved hand out, carefully testing the window. It easily slid upwards. 

For a moment Matt stood hesitating on your fire escape wondering what that had meant. Had you simply forgotten to lock it? Or…were you still secretly waiting for him to slip back through your window one of these nights? Even after everything this past month?

His hand remained on the window that was open only a fraction, his tongue nervously darting out to wet his lips. Inside your apartment, he could hear the steady way your heart beat and the slow, rhythmic breaths that told him you were deep asleep in your bed. More deep asleep than usual because of the alcohol he’d smelled on you earlier tonight–a few more beers than you usually drank in an evening, he’d sullenly noted. His heart ached thinking the cause had been him and the particular romantic day of the year that it had happened to be. It was certainly not how he’d planned to spend this day, having weeks ago been planning a romantic date night with you on the rooftop of his building. But instead you’d gotten drunk at a bar with your friend because of him, and then, ever the asshole, he’d yelled at you in an alley. 

Exhaling a rough breath, Matt began to slide the window back down, but then he heard you make the softest noise of distress in your sleep and he could hear the way your grip tightened on your pillow. Without thinking, he lifted the window all the way up and found himself slipping into your apartment. Quietly he closed the window almost entirely behind himself before carefully walking towards your bedroom. 

He stopped in the doorway, leaning up against the doorframe. You were still fast asleep in your bed. Somehow the smell of alcohol was stronger around you now and another pang hit Matt in the chest. He didn’t even care about his own emotional pain over the decision to break up with you, despite Foggy and Karen's repeated attempts to make him acknowledge that pain. No, he only hated that he’d hurt you so deeply. You didn’t deserve that.

Pushing off of the doorframe, he silently made his way through your living room and into your kitchen. He opened a cabinet and pulled out a glass, knowing exactly where you kept them, before closing the cabinet and filling the cup up with water. He turned, his boots padding softly along your floor as he made his way back towards your bedroom. 

He gently placed the full glass of water down onto your nightstand. With how much beer you’d drank tonight, and how dehydrated your body seemed, he knew you’d be in desperate need of water when you woke. He was hoping you’d wake up thinking you’d gotten the glass before getting into bed, too hungover to think much else about it when you woke.

His focus fell on you next as he stood just a foot from where you were curled up in your bed. You shifted a little more in your sleep and he could tell the sheets had fallen further down your body in your tossing and turning. Slowly he reached out a hand, finding the edge of your sheets and gently pulling them up towards your shoulders. He could hear the muscles move around the mouth as he did–you were smiling. Matt couldn’t fight back the small smile that slid onto his own mouth in return. 

As he righted himself beside your bed again, he knew he should go. He shouldn’t have invaded your space like this, especially without your knowledge. And as much as he wanted to peel himself out of his armor, pull back the sheets and climb into the bed beside you, draw you into his arms and fall asleep wrapped around you, he knew he needed to leave. He shouldn’t be here.

The smile slipped off of Matt’s face as he turned and made his way out of your bedroom, though he stopped in the doorway once more. His head turned over his shoulder, facing your sleeping form. 

“Goodbye, sweetheart,” he whispered.

And then he continued on, making his way through your living room towards the window he had left open just a crack. He slid it up and slipped back onto your fire escape, closing the window after himself. Afterwards, he made his way back home to his own empty bed for the night.