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angelltheninth · 5 months

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Private Dimension of Pleasure

Pairing: Iso x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power use, cock riding, kissing, enemies to lovers, teasing, masturbation mention, sex toy mention

Word count: 2k

A/N: His power is locking people up in a dimension with him... how could I not write smut with that kind of power?

One moment you were running towards him, guns blazing, dodging his own bullets and then just as you were about to tackle his smug self to the ground you didn't know where you were. It was a void of some sort, but you couldn't quite move like you wanted. And where was Iso? Also gone.

"Ha, you fell for that? Easiest trick in my playbook." You felt the cold metal of a gun press against the back of your head. "Maybe you're not the rival I thought you were. Sad, any here I thought I finally found someone interesting." His sounded so full of himself you wanted to turn around and beat the shit out of him. If only you could move as you liked, "Don't bother, this is my dimension, you move when I want you to, how fast I want you to."

You clenched your teeth, barely summoning the strength to turn your head and look at him. "Coward. If this is what you need to do to win then you're even more pathetic then I thought. When they talked about a new guy on the team I hoped it was someone better." Your taunts got to him for sure, his eye twitched and his smile faltered for a moment.

Of course he still compared himself to others. He was as you said, the new guy. Still learning the ropes of being an Agent at Valorant.

Iso floated in front of you, his many guns dancing around him, trained on you but the one in his hand was at his side. "Aren't you the same? Isn't that why you're going after the new guy? You wanna prove yourself, same as me."

"Don't flatter yourself Iso. I'm nothing like you." Why the hell was he leaning in so close? Why did he get that little smirk on his lips just now? You'd kill to know what he was thinking right now.

"You remembered my name." His voice was softer then before. "You've been thinking a lot about me haven't you? How scandalous of you." A warmth spread across your face and the tips of your ears, both in anger of his taunting and of what he seemed to be implying about you. Scandalous? He was one to talk.

"Again, you flatter yourself. I have much hotter guys to think about while I'm masturbating." You said that so confidently, like it was an own of some kind.

Iso's grin was wider when he heard that little confession, "Who said anything about masturbating? Get your mind out the gutter woman. I was talking about fighting. But I can't really blame you, people do seem to get crushes on me pretty easily."

As if he sensed your anger he let you surge forward but not for a headbutt like you intended but a very sloppy and angry kiss. He knew it, he could sense how much you wanted him, each time he pulled you in here and teased you and fought you he could sense your lust growing together with your anger. Today he thought he could satisfy both of those at once.

"You ain't as slick as you think." He teased as his thigh slipped in between your legs, "Oh my mistake. You are." You resented yourself for the moan that left your lips when Iso pressed against you. This was supposed to stay a secret from everyone, especially him. You couldn't help it, you wished otherwise but when you'd fight him you began throbbing, burning up, and later in your bed riding whatever dildo you got your pussy onto first to push these lustful thoughts away before your next encounter. "Do you want this? Really want this?" The guns around him vanished, leaving just the two of you in the purple hue of the void.

His voice was soft, just like his fingers which played with your pants but didn't push further. He was aware that in this place he was in charge. He needed you to say it, to know he wasn't reading the signals wrong and making a mistake.

"We'll both regret this if we get found out." You were enemies after all.

"Then it's a good thing this dimension if fully private. Now tell me, do you want this or not. Because in case you can't tell, I really do." You looked down and saw that Iso was cupping his bulge and how it twitched when you looked at it. "If not I'm letting you out of here and taking things into my own hands. Fighting you is fun and all but I think this would get in the way. Plus it's a really easy target."

Sure looks like it. The perfect target for you pussy actually, which was fully protesting at how empty it was right now. "Not a word of this to anyone, you hear me prettyboy. I may not know where you live but I have friends who can find out." You started pulling his zipper down as his hands pushed past your pants and underwear, playing and passing through your folds to circle your pussyhole and make his fingers wet. "Or if you tease me."

"How scary. I better not waste time then." Iso pushed your clothes down and onto the way, same with his own. "Ready?"

Instead of simply spreading your legs you pushed yourself onto him and wrapped them around his shoulders, his jacket digging slightly into your thighs. Iso let out a shaky breath when he felt your pussy rubbing up against his hard cock and up to the tip, "Now I am."

"Someone really wants this. Has it been a while since you had sex?" You got the sense that he wasn't asking to make fun of you but to gauge how fast he can take this. It was sweet considering Iso usually took every opportunity he could to tease you.

"Not since I joined my team. You?" Hopefully he wasn't already seeing anyone. He didn't seem like that kind of guy but who knows, anyone can make a bad judgment of character. Iso pretended to think about it for a good long while, or it might have been a few seconds, time was always wonky in this place, "Iso!"

"Kidding! I've been with a few people but not since I started thinking about you. Which was pretty much right after we first met. So almost as long as you. It's been just me and my hand." The same hand he was now pushing towards you lips, the one that teased you and just before that was pointing a gun at you. "Won't be just the two of us anymore right?"

"If you play your cards right it won't." You rolled your hips against him, trying to make the cock go in but it was tricky at this angle. You could look down but that would require you looking away from his pretty face and you didn't want that either.

Iso laughed at your enthusiasm. He balanced you against him with one hand, the other brushing its fingers over your lips, letting you taste yourself just a little but not pushing in. His cock pushed in though, inch by inch, twitching more with every little bit that was sheathed inside you fully.

"Way better then my hand." You certainly hoped your pussy was better.

"Your hands feel nice though. Surpassingly smooth for someone who wields guns every day." You wouldn't mind feeling his hands on you more often. "As for your cock, hm." You clenched your pussy walls around him, "I can say, much better then my dildos." If he was comparing then so would you, it was only fair that way. "But can it make me come harder is the question."

"You bet this sweet pussy that I can." Unfortunately he couldn't feel your nipples fully through his jacket and yours but he could tell you were arching against him as he started to roll his hips. The weightless state didn't allow for too rough of a thrust but each was just as deep s the last, his cock having the slightest angle and rubbing against your sweet spot perfectly. You pulled and guided him by his hoodie, his soft lips against yours, fitting all too easily. There was no one to hear you moan, just him, but you still felt the need to cover it up.

Iso noticed so he pried your lips apart with his tongue just in time with his thrust, savoring both the sound of his balls clapping against you as well as the sound of your moan.

He knew full well what he was doing, he didn't even mind you nibbling on his tongue, or how you narrowed your eyes at him. You couldn't care that much either when his cock felt so good sliding in and out of you, when his tongue made you go dizzy and his kisses made your lungs burn for air.

You moan into the kiss, sucking on his tongue when he pushes it in both of you lost in your lustful haze, drunk of each other, pulling, gripping, thrusting and riding.

"Feels good doesn't it?" He husks against your lips once the kiss is broken, "You feeling good from my cock?"

"You should be able to tell." You teased as he rolled his hips up again, grunting at the clenching of your wet walls, "But yes Iso, it feels so good. You're a good boy." You didn't even think much of it at first when you said it but the words seemed to strike a cord with him.

"Good? I'm the best one around." And he was determined to prove it right now. By making your pussy come around his cock. He wrapped his arm tighter around you, now pulling your bodies flush against each other, as close as they could get with the clothes still in the way. "Close aren't you? Your pussy's close to coming I can feel it. I'll make you come every time we see each other, so don't go around fucking anyone else okay? You promise?"

He wants you all to himself. You think back to earlier, how you hoped he wasn't seeing anyone, fucking anyone, it's the same, you really are just like him. "Promise I won't let anyone fuck me if you can do it instead."

There's but a single thought in his head right now, to make you come. He's so close, his moves are sloppy at best, his mouth hardly forming words anymore, promises and sweet whatnots for your ears only. His mind is solely focused on you. "I'll fuck you better than anyone. I promise baby. Let's see you come on my cock first, let me feel you even more."

He pumps his hips into you as fast as he can fire bullets, the weightless state no longer posing a problem because as he said, he is in control here. You feel tightness coiling in the pit of your stomach, you come so suddenly and so hard it makes you see white spots, and the hitch of his name making Iso go over the edge too, quickfire shots of cum filling you up.

Iso holds you close as you float there, entangled and breathing heavily into each other's ears. It was supposed to be bad how good this made you feel, how he, an enemy made you feel but there was no denying it after this, not even if you tried your headrest.

"Don't be late for the next mission okay? I want as much time with you as possible." You didn't even notice when he pulled out and set your clothes back in place. Must be a trick of his powers, wouldn't be the first time they caught you so off guard. "Make sure to land on your legs, not your face."

Precious seconds were all you had time for, the last thing you felt was his lips kissing yours before you found yourself falling onto the concrete floor where you tried to tackle him before. His cocky laughter echoed in your ears, making you remember why you hated him in the first place. If it weren't for the pleasant throbbing between your legs you'd hate him even more.

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bluecollarmcandtf · 3 months

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Funny you mention my boss… he’s a slight older guy, always in the gym. He’s such a big, powerful, assertive guy. Fucking gorgeous.

But he’s always got some woman on his arm. Never the same one for long… I’ve always fantasied about him settling down and choosing me to be on his arm permanently. The boss at home, not just at the office. Can you make that happen for me?

You really hit the jackpot with this boss! The man is everything you described and more, with a personality as big and as dominant as his body. Sure, he's addicted to women, and yeah, he thinks you're a wimp, but I think I can change his mind...

"Conference room. Now!" the sound of his commanding voice rising over the murmur of the office is a fairly routine occurrence. Still, the mouths of your coworkers snap shut while their eyes fall instinctively to the floor. Your eyes stay locked on him, though, and your mouth hangs slightly open as you watch in awe.

"Ben!" his voice calls from deep in his chest, "You have something to report?"

You stare at his piercing smile, managing to stammer a reply, "Uh no, sir," in as calm of a voice as you can muster.

The boss suddenly cracks the deafening silence with gutteral laughter. Your colleagues around you take this as a signal to join in, but you brave a nervous smile. Once again, you're the butt of your boss's joke. He always pounces at the chance to make fun of you.

The man brushes off his amusement and gets started with his weekly progress meeting, barking out productivity rates like they're the only things that matter. The guys sitting around you eagerly take notes, but you take the time to study the great man standing before you. You want his attention so bad!

"Ben, are you paying attention?" the boss asks.

"Yeah, boss..." you reply shakily, and it's true! You heard every word he was saying, but you still can't muster up a response before he is fed up waiting.

"If you aren't listening then get out!" he commands, "Grab me some coffee, if you can handle that. I need a new receptionist, Ben, and if you're not careful, it'll be you!"

The assembly of guys snicker under their breaths, and you feel eyes staring at your back as you step out. You can't help but wonder why the boss is so hard on you, when he goes so easy on that stupid woman. It's bad enough that he's promoted her twice in the last month, but does he really need to make out with her in front of everyone too?

Rebecca is the latest woman your boss has enjoyed. Like all the other girls he's been with, she is confident, clever, and absolutely stunning. However, unlike all the other girls, Rebecca is his employee.

Needless to say, she's a bitch, but your boss doesn't care. He seems to enjoy Rebecca's ruthless climb to the top. At least he does for now. You know he'll get bored with her sooner or later and move on to someone else.

Maybe I can speed up the process...maybe I can manipulate it to end in your favor...

I enter his mind in the middle of the presentation, causing him to pause his speech unceremoniously. His employees wait patiently for him to resume, but his head is battling to reject my influence. Even a great man like him fails.

His brain falls under my control, and I can feel his competitive and strategic areas working overdrive to run this business. However, there are two small sections that seem very different. These areas are much more calm, involving two key things to his satisfaction: one is his primal desire for women and the other is his pleasure for bullying you.

Why should you have to be the one he likes to humiliate? Why can't he want to rip off your clothes instead of Rebecca's? Why should his mind have to work this way?

Oh wait, it doesn't have to!

It takes me seconds to swap the two concepts. In an instant, his urge to bully is directed towards women, and an insatiable lust is pointed at you and only you.

"Ben!" he calls, his words still have the same bite they always do, making you spill some coffee as you flinch.

You can't help but freeze as the man marches across the office. His employees scatter out of his way, fearing they'll be pushed if they don't, but they all look confused as to what the boss is actually going to do when he gets to you.

"Babe?" Rebecca snaps as he brushes past her.

A part of your boss's mind yells defiantly, insisting on his heterosexual orientation, but I swiftly put out that spark of a thought.

"We're done," he tells her flatly, "And you're fired. You lied on your resume."

"I told you that in private!" she screeches.

The man winces, not wanting to make this harder than he has to, but I correct his thoughts once again. He needs to remember to humiliate her like he used to do to you.

"And I'm telling you to go. I should've never let a woman try to do a man's job." His eyes find you as he finishes his statement.

Rebecca scoffs and storms off as he marches right up to you. The boss doesn't wait for permission to grab your waist. His swollen arms pull you into his chest, and his mouth is already exploring your own. You can feel his hand wandering down your backside. For a moment, you regain enough composure to worry about how this looks to the office. Your shoulders tense up as you realize all of your coworkers are watching the boss enjoy feeling you up like he did all those other girls.

Don't worry. I reach into his mind once more, reminding him to be hyper aware of your comfort levels at all times. Every husband should have that quality, don't you think?

"Let's get out of here," you hear him say, as he pulls his tongue from your mouth, "I can tell your getting a bit tense."

"Ok..." you breath in response.

The boss grips your hand roughly and walks you out of the office. Everyone else is either staring at the ground in fear or staring at you in awe. Either way, you don't know how to feel, but you can't help but enjoy the look on Rebecca's face as her former boyfriend escorts you down his private elevator.

The whole way home, all he thinks about is what he wants to do to you. He'll treat you rough, just like he used to do with all his girlfriends, but I also stuffed a few of your fantasies in that mind of his. He's about to do exactly what you like without even realizing it.

"Come here," he growls as you arrive in his bedroom.

"This place is huge," you gasp at the sight of his giant house.

"Get over here Ben!" he demands, growing more impatient.

You approach, stunned by the rock hard abs suddenly peaking out from beneath his suit. His expression is intense, like he's about to fire you, but you're not going anywhere. He may have been a straight executive this morning, but now he's gay as hell. Well, he's into you as hell. Nothing else will turn him on ever again.

Enjoy the company of your boss! A guy as assertive and successful as him is a definite keeper. I'm already planting the idea of marriage in his mind...

#gay mind control

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autismprotocol · 2 months

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TMAGP Theory Board (S1 EP 7)

Dang that episode was a RIDE Hope everyone had a relaxing week because after the newest protocol episode I am screaming!! so lets get right to it

What Happened in Episode 7: Give and Take

Celia seems to know something about the powers with her references to the buried and the flesh in the opening conversation with Alice

Celia recognizes Chester's voice!! since the introduction of Celia's last episode, I wanted to see how she would react to hearing Chester and Norris and we got that in this episode. It's safe to say that Celia recognized Chester's voice as Jon. This piece of evidence makes me almost 100% sure that this Celia is the same Celia/Lynne from Archives

Jon is Back!!! after Chester's statement (more on that later) we learn that Sam has been getting emails from someone named Jon. He also mentions it in an internal email. This helps support the theory that Jon and Chester/FR3-d1 are fused somehow which is what I (and a lot of the fandom) have been thinking. This leaves me with a lot of questions how else can Jon communicate through FR3-d1 with the outside world? Are Martin and Jonah sentient as well? Also, my big question is if this is the first time Jon has been able to signal to the OIAR Staff or if he has been trying to get them to listen since he manifested in the world and Sam was the first one to notice him or is this his first attempt to make contact. I'm interested to learn more about how Jon will continue to influence Sam. I think he's either trying to warn Sam about the OIAR's true intention or is he looking for some way to escape FR3-d1 and needs Sam's help.

This week's statement involved a place called Hilltop Centre branch of the Oxford people's trust. if you were like me and my roommate all your lore alert bells started ringing the moment Hilltop was mentioned. for people who are new to the Magnus Universe Hilltop Road is a major location for avatars (usually web-aligned ones) and also was the childhood home to the desolation avatar Agnes Montague. Hilltop is a big deal in TMA. Hilltop Centre being located in Oxford also lines up nicely with where we know Hilltop Road is located. I'm interested to know if we will hear anything about the house at 105 Hilltop Road being student housing because if that is true then we can connect the statement giver Anya Villette From MAG 114 to being from protocol's world. if that's true there could be a way to get to the Archive Universe through the gap in reality (a wormhole that exists where the house was built) Anyways definitely will have to listen for any more mention of a place called Hilltop in Oxford

Gwen was promoted by Lena to external liaison and is officially "In" It's time to learn the OIAR's secrets! after doing some research into the job title of external liaison it seems that Gwen is almost gonna be acting as a messenger between the OIAR and another party which is unclear at this time. my guess is it has something to do with Starkwell which was the private military contractor that was mentioned in Episode 4 but that's just a guess and me trying to fit in pieces that have not found a snug place in the lore yet. could be someone else (I'd love to hear your thoughts)

Remember our Buddy Klaus from Episode 4 who we thought was killed by Lena? turns out Klaus is still alive we learn through Gwen and Lena's conversation, that Lena was paid by someone to kill Klaus but failed.

Colin is more paranoid than ever! could be because of the eye or the institute but he does not want to be near technology right now.

Ooh boy that was a lot I'm still reeling from this episode so I'll leave it there for now. honesty I'm most stoked to hear Jon's back in the story and excited to see what role he'll play in Protocol.

Hope you guys have a wonderful week ask box and comments are always open and I'll be back next week for the episode 8 debrief/theory crafting

-Echo

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jupitercomet · 8 months

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Staking a Claim

summary - Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw was ruthless, a stone cold killer both in and outside of the ring—with the belts and trophies to prove it. When a miscalculation results in a target being put on the back of his trainer's daughter, Bradley finds himself facing responsibility he never signed up for. You're a whole new challenge. And Bradley doesn't think you're one he can fight his way out of.

warnings - DARK THEMES, boxer au, violence, threats of violence, language, mentions of drinking, brief mention of pain killers, harassment, stalking, blood, light gore, men talking badly about women, no use of y/n, Bradley is 6'6" because I said so

this blog is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 4.2k

okay, here's the start of under the hard deck: rewritten! obviously some parts of it are going to be the same, I don't plan on scrapping all the chapters I've written. it's just that some of the characterizations/pacing/plot points are going to be different. anyway I hope you enjoy (for the second time)! - bugs

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“ROO-STER. ROO-STER. ROO-STER.”

The air is charged with electricity, the lights blinding as Bradley makes his way into the ring. At the sight of him, the crowd lets out a loud cheer, chanting his name at the top of their lungs and, somehow, it can be heard over his walkout music.

“ROO-STER. ROO-STER.”

Bradley squeezes his fists in his gloves, familiarizing himself with the slight constriction of them. In front of him, Billy Avalone has made his way into the ring. He’s shaking out his muscles, hopping around like some kind of bird performing a mating dance. Bradley lets him peacock himself around the ring, all it elicits from the crowd are some “boo”s—Bradley’s clearly the fan favorite of the night.

He didn’t always used to be, he can vividly remember the nights where it seemed like everyone wanted him to lose. The nights where it seemed like people took genuine pleasure in watching his face get knocked in. But the tides have turned, he got stronger—better—and now the crowds chant his name and he gets to watch as another sorry sucker tries to earn their approval.

But Bradley knows just what it takes to make it, and there’s no way he’s giving Billy even a taste of it.

From behind him, Coach Adler watches the other man’s display as he holds a Gatorade bottle full of water to Bradley’s lips. He sighs knowingly. “Poor kid,” is all he says.

The cheers grow rowdier when the first bell rings, the ring girl walking across the ring with her number card high in the air as all the coaches and trainers make their way back through the ropes. Bradley rolls back his shoulders, stretching out his neck as he and Billy go to touch gloves. He clenches his jaw, eyes narrowing as he readied himself for the fight, and he watches Billy’s cocky grin fade at the sight.

The bell rings again, signaling the start of the fight, and Bradley takes advantage of Billy’s hesitation quickly, a powered punch colliding with the other man’s jaw. The crowd cheers as Billy tries to reorient himself, but Bradley doesn’t give him the chance, his glove connecting with Billy’s side, and then stomach, and then the side of his head.

It’s relentless—Billy hardly has the time to lift his gloves up to his face to defend himself—but all Bradley sees are open targets. The cries of his name drown out Billy’s grunts of pain and Bradley keeps his hits consistent, backing Billy into a corner that the other man can do little to get out of.

Finally the bell rings to end the round and Bradley steps away, turning back to Adler who’s already holding out that Gatorade bottle for him. It takes Billy a couple seconds to get back to his corner, for a moment he just stands there blinking.

“He’s weaker with his left hand.” Adler pulls Bradley's attention away from the other boxer as he rubs out his shoulders. “Doesn’t hit with it as much and doesn’t use it very defensively either. Go for the left side.”

Bradley nods in confirmation, taking one last gulp of water before the second round starts.

“ROO-STER. ROO-STER.”

To his credit, Billy seemed to have shaken off his jitters during the second round, getting a few good hits in as he hit his stride. Bradley hardly lets him dominate the ring for that long though, all too soon he backs him up into another corner, taking in the satisfying wheezes Billy lets out when Bradley forces the air out from his lungs.

Adrenaline courses through his veins, powering each jab and uppercut and bringing him closer and closer to a knockout. Billy’s wobbling on his legs, the man who started the night dancing around the ring now long gone as Bradley connects another punch with his face. The weak jabs Billy attempts in retaliation do little to stop Bradley, at most a mild irritation. But truthfully, and it’s obvious to every single person in the crowd, there’s absolutely nothing that could stop Bradley.

“ROO-STER. ROO-STER—”

“Rooster!”

It’s loud underneath the Hard Deck, the air buzzing with excitement as everyone rides the high of Bradley’s win. Well, not everyone. Billy came out of the whole thing a little worse for wear, slightly dazed as his trainer helps him limp out of the ring. Bradley can still feel each punch in his fists and the pain that erupts like fireworks on his skin from where the textured leather of Billy’s gloves made a direct hit. Like he expected, it had been a good fight.

“Rooster!”

Adler’s voice cuts through the crowd again, halting Bradley in his stride. The older man is beaming widely, dodging patrons of the Hard Deck with a patience that he didn’t usually have, seemingly too pleased with the outcome of tonight to resort to his usual grumbled curses.

“Good job in there, kid,” Adler claps him on the shoulder when he reaches him. “I heard Maverick’s real happy. I think you and I are getting a pay grade.”

Bradley nods, gripping the velcro of one of his gloves firmly between his teeth before tearing it off. Maverick had been talking to him about how he’d been doing with all the main event fighting he was being scheduled for, offering him a pretty paycheck with an amount of 0s that Bradley could certainly get behind. “Everybody loves Rooster,” Mav had wiggled his brows knowingly, smirking at the group of women giggling and whispering across the ring.

Bradley pulls off his gloves. “He mentioned something like that. Seemed like he was worried about me leavin’.”

“Apparently, Abnesti’s been stealing business,” Adler drops the information with an offhanded shrug, eyeing Bradley’s bruised rib carefully. Remarkably, Billy had gotten him good in the second round. “Started poaching fighters again.”

Bradley hums in response, taking a large gulp of water before securing the cap of his water bottle and exchanging it for the small, cloth towel Adler was already holding out for him. He pats sweat off the back of his neck with it, allowing Adler to lead him the rest of the way to the locker room, and slumps onto one of the benches. His back relaxes almost immediately against the cool metal of the lockers, soothing the muscles, and Bradley drops the towel next to him.

“Abnesti hasn’t tried anything with you, has he?” Adler watches him warily, almost unsure as Bradley starts unwrapping his knuckles.

Bradley calms his fears quickly with a shake of his head. “Nah, I like beating the shit out of his fighters too much to join them and he knows that.”

“Thought you were gonna put Hayes in a goddamn coma last week.” Adler snorts in agreement.

Bradley smirks at the memory. Peter Hayes had always been a fucking brat. With a loud mouth and an almost obsession for pain—the likes of even Jake Seresin could take notes—they certainly didn’t call the guy “Dauntless” for nothing. It had been satisfying to watch him leave the ring with two matching shiners and a broken nose.

“I’ll try harder next time.”

Adler rolls his eyes endearingly, gesturing for Bradley to take another drink of water. “Alright, smartass. Keep the dick measuring contest in the ring, yeah? But you tell me if Abnesti tries anything, okay? He’s acting sleazy, more than normal too.”

Joe Adler had never been a paranoid guy, having lived and breathed boxing since he was first capable of throwing punches. To Bradley, he’d always been unmovable. He looked at adversity with an exasperated shake of his head and a grumble about how he’s “not missing my wife’s meatloaf for this shit”. So for him to worry about someone like Steve Abnesti was unusual.

Bradley nods, deciding not to probe his trainer further and simply agree to his request without argument. In situations like this, Bradley knows to look the other way.

“Good,” Adler affirms, wiping his palms on his slacks and glancing at the door. “Well, I should go talk to Mav about scheduling your next fight before he gets too hammered celebrating. Make sure you ice that rib, Rooster.”

“Yes, coach.”

The door swings shut behind Coach Adler and Bradley rubs out his neck with a sigh. The adrenaline has worn off by now and his eyes flutter closed for a moment. Maybe, if he had the energy, he’d go upstairs and get a free drink from Penny, down a couple beers and wave off Callie as she tries to check if he’s concussed—“You can’t drink with a concussion, Rooster!”

Though he acts annoyed, he never says anything about his beer being 95% water. But tonight, he needs a real drink—a strong drink. And preferably more than one.

Bradley moves to wrap up his discarded bandages, blinking slowly, and he wonders if he’ll be motivated enough to grab a case of beers from some convenience store on his way home. His knuckles are already bruising, his ribs too, and he shifts to reach another cool part of the wall of lockers behind him. Two cases it is, then. He hasn’t had the chance to catch a glimpse of his face yet, but Bradley imagines it isn’t pretty either. Billy had managed a couple hits in the third round that Bradley hadn’t been expecting and he’d certainly pay for it tomorrow.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” The door flies open suddenly and he can only see your startled expression for a second before you’re slapping your hand over your eyes. “I didn’t think anyone was in here.”

Bradley raises his eyebrows, unimpressed, and continues to wrap up his bandages. “You didn’t think anyone would be in the locker room not even an hour after a fight?”

“No, um—” Your hand lowers tentatively when you realize Bradley is more or less decent. “I didn’t— Someone spilled tequila on me.”

That catches Bradley’s attention, his eyes drifting down to the wet shirt plastered against your bra and stomach. He rips his gaze to the floor before he can get too caught up in your cleavage, shaking off any inappropriate thoughts quickly. Adler would annihilate him.

Bradley didn’t know you incredibly well—Adler liked to keep you away from the boxing scene when he could—but he knew you well enough to keep his distance. “Because I know men like us,” Adler had said when a new boxer had been stupid enough to question why he never kept you around long. “Now go hit shit like you’re paid to and, for your own sake, keep me in retirement.” You stayed upstairs with the waitresses and occasionally Bradley would see you around the gym, but that was the extent of it. He’d heard from the grapevine that you’d been involved with a couple boxers too, but it wasn’t any of his business and, frankly, he doesn’t really care.

You weren’t friends in any definition of the word and your dad would have his ass on a platter if he ever tried to be. So he kept your interactions to brief hellos in passing and the smiles you’d shoot him if your eyes locked at the bar.

“I was just planning on waiting in here until it dries,” you explain, dabbing at your shirt with a wet paper towel as you lean against the edge of the sinks. “Some of the guys were starting to get handsy.”

Bradley’s eyes narrow into slits. “They were what?”

You seem to fumble at his reaction, mouth opening and closing in a stammer as you backpedal. “Oh, I— I mean— I didn’t—”

“Here.” Bradley just sighs, not in the mood to wait as you piece together a sentence, and plucks his old zip up from where it’s sitting on top of his gym bag before tossing it to you. “Change.”

You look at the large gray sweatshirt in your hands, before timidly peeking at him through your lashes. “Are you sure? What if you get cold?”

Bradley lets out a sound that’s something between a snort and a scoff.

“Right,” you avoid his gaze, biting your lip. “Sorry.”

Bradley’s brows furrow, unsure as to why you’re apologizing. Adler has always trusted him to look out for you when you needed it. Why you think something as meaningless as an old hoodie was a bother is beyond him.

You hold the zipper between your fingers, before a thought comes to you suddenly and you pause to look at him again. “You can’t peek.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” Bradley deadpans before closing his eyes.

He hears the sound of the zipper unhooking, then your wet shirt plopping against the tiles of the floor. He has half the mind to ask you exactly which guys were getting handsy with you so that he could inform Adler—or maybe take care of it himself—but he knows you won’t tell him. You had always been too sweet for your own good.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

Bradley’s eyes adjust beneath the dim locker room lights to see your frame covered in his zip up and you fiddle with the cuff absentmindedly, your other hand holding your discarded shirt. You seem more nervous than usual and, though you’re now appropriately covered, you still make no move to leave the locker room. Bradley stretches to stand and grabs his bag from the bench.

“Come on,” he throws the bag over his shoulder. “I’ll walk you out.”

You follow obediently, gluing yourself to the hand he places on the small of your back as he opens the locker room door for you both. By now the arena has cleared for the evening, everyone either upstairs drinking or a flight above that celebrating with Maverick as he brings out the whiskey and cigars.

“Does your dad know you’re here?” Bradley questions, not looking at you as he leads you to the stairs.

You nod. “I was waiting for Natasha’s shift to end. We’re having a girl’s night.”

Bradley glances at how you seem to vibrate with excitement at the thought and grunts a response. If you were waiting for Natasha then he was free to go home. Natasha Trace was not a woman to be fucked with and everybody at the Hard Deck knew that—didn’t matter how drunk they were.

“Alright,” you both step onto the mahogany boards of the Hard Deck and Bradley can feel eyes landing on you already. He clenches his jaw. “Wait with Penny until she’s done.”

You nod again, eyes making a beeline to the older woman and Bradley takes that as his cue to go home and swallow a few tylenols before he passes out on his couch for the night. He’s halfway to the door before you're chasing after him with a small shout, grabbing his fingers gently to stop him. Bradley turns to face you with raised brows.

“I’ll give it back to you.” You look resolute, gesturing towards the hoodie you're wearing subtly. “I promise.”

Bradley’s lips quirk up only slightly at your sincerity. “Keep it, toots.”

“Natasha, you better be fucking joking.”

The brunette rolls her eyes, downing another shot with a slight grimace. “You don’t have to sound so appalled, Bradshaw. It was just an idea.”

Bradley lets out an unamused chuckle. “Between you and Callie I think I have enough ideas. Though I would prefer ones that didn’t involve you setting me up with the ring girls every other fucking night.”

“Your groupies aren’t going to leave you alone, you know,” Natasha sing-songs and Bradley’s jaw ticks in annoyance at her obvious lack of sympathy.

“Neither are you, clearly,” he motions for the bartender—yet again—to refill his drink. He would have to tell Penny that service was slowing.

“You know you love me—” her voice trails off as she looks past Bradley’s shoulder, eyes widening. “Shit.”

Bradley cranes his neck, trying to see what had caused such a reaction from the usually composed woman. Natasha taps through her phone with heavy fingers.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

She hastily gets off her bar stool, not even acknowledging Bradley or his lack of understanding at this point. “What the fuck does he want now?”

With a shake of her head and a few more muttered words Bradley can’t quite catch, Natasha begins shouldering past the other patrons of the Hard Deck. Bradley’s eyes follow her curiously, straining slightly to keep up with her under the slowly changing, colored lights. It’s when his eyes land on a certain young brunet dressed in a tight fitted button up and even tighter pants that he gets up from the bar too.

His walk to the two requires a lot less shouldering as no one in the building is quite stupid enough to cross paths with Bradley Bradshaw—metaphorically and physically.

“What are you doing here, Isaac?” Natasha’s pissed, arms crossed as she glares at the man in front of her. “I told you I’m not doing this shit with you anymore.”

“C’mon, baby girl,” Isaac pleads and Bradley resists the urge to roll his eyes. “I just wanna talk.”

“And I don’t. You cheated on me, it’s over. That’s how it fucking works, Isaac! You don’t show up at my job and try to corner me.”

Bradley watches the two from a few feet behind Natasha and he knows Isaac must be aware of his presence by now. At well over 6 feet, Bradley Bradshaw was hard to miss. And with the plastic looking chain tucked under his shirt, the fake Gucci belt holding up his pants, and the overwhelming scent of AXE body spray, so was Isaac.

Isaac Golovkin had never been Bradley’s favorite person. The two were amicable whenever Isaac and Natasha’s relationship was on instead of off, but neither ever attempted to hide the fact they didn’t hold back punches when they were in the ring together. Isaac treated Natasha like shit whenever they were dating and, while she tried to hide it, Bradley knew it was weighing on her. He kept himself out of it, though it had been over for Isaac the moment Bradley caught him making out with another girl after a fight.

The two hardly spoke now—not after Bradley bulked up during the off season and moved up a weight class—and Maverick was set on keeping it that way, given that Bradley almost killed Isaac the last time they fought. He wasn’t sorry about it then and, looking at the motherfucker who’s groveling in front of his friend, he isn’t sorry about it now.

Isaac says something to make Natasha scoff and she shakes her head at him before turning back to Bradley.

“We’re done,” is the last thing she says. “Okay? Done. Now get the fuck out.”

Bradley sends her a small nod as she starts walking towards him, indicating that he’ll see Isaac to the exit—and probably well past that. Penny’s only rule is that he keeps blood off her floors.

Natasha squeezes his bicep gently when she reaches him, dropping her voice. “Don’t do anything, Rooster. I know you, so just drop it. Isaac’s been in some shady shit recently, I don’t need you starting anything.”

Bradley holds his hands up in mock surrender, directing his next words towards Isaac as he steps closer to him, “I just wanted to see how the fake teeth were coming in. They look good, Golovkin.”

Isaac’s tongue traces along said teeth at the reminder and he glares. “Fuck you, Bradshaw.”

“I’ll pass.” Bradley can feel Natasha rolling her eyes behind him, but doesn’t stop himself from provoking Isaac as he leads him out of the Hard Deck with a painful grip digging into his shoulder.

Bradley shoves him forwards as the two step out onto the gravel of the parking lot and Isaac scoffs. “If you wanted my sloppy seconds so bad, you could’ve just asked.”

Bradley grits his teeth, Natasha’s words echoing in his head. Don’t do anything, Rooster.

“—No, I’m serious. The bitch is all yours since you want to follow her around like a fucking puppy. It’s pathetic to see you so pussy whipped.”

Fuck it, Bradley will apologize later.

Isaac’s head hits his truck, moving the side mirror as he staggers backwards. Bradley’s bare knuckles sting almost addictingly and he shakes out his hand before grabbing a fistful of Isaac’s hair and smashing his face into the rolled up window before the other boxer can even process the first hit.

“Anything else?” Bradley crosses his arms condescendingly as Isaac spits out thick blood onto the gravel. “I don’t know why you keep talking when all it does is make you lose teeth.”

They almost blend into the small rocks beneath the men’s feet, but Bradley can still see them, a yellowish white against shiny crimson.

Isaac wipes his hand with the back of his mouth, his shoulders shaking with rage. He tries to retaliate, but having his head slammed into the door of his truck has thrown off his balance and Bradley dodges his fist before he can make contact. Another hit from Bradley and Isaac’s head is bouncing off the car door again, a low groan escaping his lips.

“Get out of here, Golovkin,” Bradley’s warning is almost hollow. “I’m not gonna ask again.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, already walking back to the Hard Deck, when Isaac calls out after him.“I’ll fucking kill you, Rooster! You hear me?! Next time I see you, I’ll fucking kill you!”

Bradley lets out a small grunt of surprise when he walks into Adler’s office a few days later only to promptly be shoved against one of the walls.

“You son of a bitch!” Adler seethes, bunching up Bradley’s collar in his fists. “What the fuck did you do to my daughter?!”

You’re running up to the two men before Bradley can push him off and ask him what the fuck he’s talking about, tears staining your cheeks as you hugged your oversized sweater closer to your body. “Dad, stop! He didn’t do anything! You know he didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah? Explain this shit then.” But Adler releases him, dropping him from the wall and gesturing towards the stack of papers sitting on top of a yellow envelope on his desk.

It’s then that Bradley notices Natasha’s in the room, playing with her lip worriedly as she shepherds you back into her arms. The air is tense, Adler runs a hand through his thinning hair, and Bradley eyes him wearily as he steps closer to his desk.

On it is a series of photographs—Bradley estimates around twenty—all of you. Getting coffee, getting into your car, grocery shopping, leaving work, there was a photo for seemingly every outing you’d had. Another constant in the photographs was the large, black “X” crossing out every shot of your face.

He turns to Adler. “What’s this?”

“I don’t know.” The man purses his lips. “It was waiting in an envelope on the gym doormat when I came to open up this morning.”

One of the photos catches Bradley’s attention and he pulls it out from the stack. It’s a blurry image, almost grainy, depicting the two of you saturated under the lights of the Hard Deck, your hands holding his fingers and his zip up covering your body as you look at each other. Off to the bottom right side of the two of you, obstructing some of the photo from view, is a pastel yellow sticky note.

Bradley’s brows furrow and he mumbles under his breath, “What the fuck?”

“That’s the first picture,” you supply meekly from Natasha’s embrace, playing with your fingers as she quietly tries to soothe you. “All these pictures of me are from after that night.”

Adler’s body tenses at the way your voice wavers. “What did you do, Rooster?”

“I don’t know,” Bradley rubs a hand over his mouth and drops the photo to the desk. “I don’t think I did anything.”

“Then think harder.”

Natasha, who had been silently studying the photo and its sticky note, moves it slightly closer, gaze trained on the red ink scratches. Her eyes dart back and forth over the penmanship several times until she suddenly stills. “Shit.”

“What?”

With two fingers, she slides the photo towards Bradley, a cryptic look in her eyes. “Look at the handwriting. Recognize the ‘r’s?”

Bradley does look, tracing over them with his eyes again and again. It hits him suddenly, like a well timed left hook, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Because he does recognize the “r”s.

The only guy Bradley knows who writes his “r”s like that—regardless of where they should be capitalized in a sentence—the only guy that also, conveniently, has a bone to pick with him, is Isaac “Razor” Golovkin.

“Shit.”

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Commissioned by @udretlnea

Request: I'm thinking slice of life, second person, and it takes place in Mondstadt. The reader is well known and liked by practically everyone; they are currently there to observe the Alchemy Event going on right now- This is just set-up. I imagine Venti is there waiting w/ Diona for their potion order; then he sees Reader and he gets intrigued so he surprises them. The two walk out of earshot and have a pleasant chat about what's been going on- Since the fic is only 1k, I'd prefer to keep it short between them. Reader mentions how they're adjusting to their role as "Overseer of Teyvat" (implying this is a Creator!Sagau); they offhandedly mention how Khaenri'ah's been working on dimension hopping tech before Diona drags Venti away. And the fic ends with Reader feeling uneasy about opening Teyvat up, but they choose to ignore it to go and experience the event.

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It is convenient; the fact that you obtained godlike power as soon as you stepped foot unto the soil of Teyvat. It had been a tremendous help in navigating these new lands you'd been transmigrated into and made life easier. Just like this time. It didn't really take long until you reached the venue where the Alchemy Event organized by the Knights of Favonius is, all due to your ability to teleport long distances. You shook your head to get out of your musings and began to look around your surroundings.

It was a modest event focused solely on alchemy. Unfamiliar faces from both Mondstadt and outside of it flocked the booths, tents and stands full of test tubes and questionably multicolored smoke to see what was happening. It soothes you to be normal for a few minutes… until people noticed you standing amongst them and bowed in your presence. The scene made you squirm a little where you stand, not totally uncomfortable but still unused to the attention. You raised a hand, as if blessing them, nodding your head to signal that they can resume the event. Which they do, but some approached you to either ask for a blessing, for guidance in their life's path, or simply to greet you. You are liked, perhaps not as loved as the archons despite ranking higher, but you prefer it that way. It's less expectations, after all.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Overseer of the world."

"Heya, Your Grace!"

You carefully made your way past the crowd to reach the two people who called out your name. You smiled in relief; finally, people you know! Venti was looking at you with a bright smile with both hands on his hips and Diona is enthusiastically waving at you. You pat Diona, which the bartender swiped at with a playful hiss.

"Venti, Diona, hi!" You greeted them. "What a surprise to see you here. This is the last place I imagined you to hang around in."

"I understand you for thinking that way, but curiosity had gotten the best of me." Venti answered, and then assumed a serious thinking pose. You rolled your eyes playfully with a thinly veiled smile. He's going to ask something ridiculous, isn't he? "If alchemy has the power to transform matter, I wonder if it could also be used to turn water into wine?"

There it is. Diona fumed, but you cover her mouth with your hand and answered. "I could turn water into wine. Easy."

Venti's eyes widened. His smile as bright as the sun above. "Really?!"

"No." You're not sure. You probably could, if you tried.

"My hopes and dreams…" Venti fake-cried and pouted, but he immediately gets over it and smiles. "Anyway, what brought you here, Overseer?" He gestures for you to walk with him, so you follow, steps falling in line with his.

"Oh, you know," you vaguely wave your hand, trying to make sense of what you were feeling. "Just looking around. I got curious myself about alchemy so I came."

"Ah, I see," Venti nodded. You mentioned to him and the other archons on one of the traditional divine get togethers — brought back by Venti and Zhongli — that your world once studied alchemy. Turns out your alchemy is a sham and couldn't turn stuff to gold, but it did make way for the study of chemistry. "I hope you are enjoying yourself."

"Don't worry, I am. Especially since I'm with you."

Venti gave you a soft look."Aww. I'm honored, truly."

You laughed and gave him a push, your cheeks feeling a little warm from the attention. He snorted and retaliated by send a gentle breeze your way to mess your hair.

A companionable silence briefly falls over the two of you like a cozy blanket as you sit down on a bench with the perfect view of the event. A tiny explosion from some failed alchemical experiment echoed somewhere and you thought you heard the Traveler's surprised yelp and Paimon screeching from the same direction. You both ignored it.

"You seem busy these days, Overseer," The Anemo Archon finally broke the silence. "What have you been up to?"

"The usual. Making sure the Irminsul is healthy through checking with Nahida, keeping the Abyss Order in check, rebuilding Khaenri'ah- ah, since we're talking about the place, I should also mention that they're working on some advanced technology. Something about travelling through another dimension."

Venti nodded, but his face looks a little troubled. "Are you sure that's a great idea? With Celestia gone, there's nothing that can stop Khaenri'ah from fulfilling their dreams. However…"

There's just way too many risks. You can hear his unspoken words in your head. As far as you are aware, they're "digging" through time and space to get to the world where you came from. While interdimensional trade can certainly be advantageous for this world in both technological advancement and knowledge, you're afraid of the repercussions of messing around with wormholes and potential war that can erupt due to disputes borne of different culture and lust for more territory.

Humans are greedy creatures, after all.

But before you could answer, Diona is already running towards where you were both seated. She pants and places both hands on her knees. The girl huffs one last time and looks at the green-clad bard, irritated. "Where in Teyvat have you been?! Your potion is complete so come get it already!"

"Okay," he replied, standing up. "I hate to cut this conversation short, dear friend, but I must leave. I hope you enjoy the rest of the event."

You nodded with a tired smile, watching Venti follow Diona, who's doing her best to keep walking ahead of the bard in spite of her shorter legs. You feel a little uneasy about the future, your heart being seized with fear for this world you swore to protect.

For now, however, you want to enjoy this peaceful day. Perhaps you'll go greet the Traveller.

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Character count: 5,692

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Motivations:

Cassandra Cain (Batgirl) & Jason Todd (Red Hood)

their moral codes directly oppose each other and are formed by extremely traumatic situations they were put in when they were children. jason sees himself in every victim and cass sees herself in every killer and i think they should beat each other up about it. cass's refusal to let anyone kill and her insistence that everyone can change if she can convince them has been explored multiple times but I think bruce's closeness with jason would add another interesting layer to her thought process. all that being said, I don't trust dc to actually pull it off

Duke Thomas (The Signal)

he's been in 2 anthology comics & alt universe him was in outsiders i believe in him this can be his year!! he's got lots of story potential if dc would let him have even just one full-length arc!!! I know, another Bat book, but listen this doesn't even need to be a particularly long running solo, in fact I'd say it should be 24 issues (without crossovers), no annuals max. Duke as a character has been around for over a decade at this point and still feels incoherent. With each new appearance there seems to be some kind of retooling involved: he has been a meta with a secret cosmic backstory and ambiguous immortal heritage (infinite blood???); he has been Gotham's Robin, but not Batman's (as he would prefer it, given his healthy mistrust for adults who position themselves as helpful and then don't do anything); he's been Gotham's day time hero (with no reference to how it would affect his full time education), and he's been an Outsider (in a book that somehow managed to focus on everything except the team at its core). Every new appearance has seemed to throw something new onto him, often contradicting what has come before, but the foundations are shaky. It seems he is perpetually being set up for his next great arc without ever receiving any payoff. His most consistent appearance has been in Wayne Family Adventures where his character has been simplified down to New Guy with occasional flashes of, insecure and also The Normal One™. I maintain that a single contiguous run with a stable creative team, could be his Giffen & Rogers Blue Beetle. One run to clearly lay out who he is and provide a road map to his comfortable future as occasional backup in Tec. This run would: reassemble the We Are Robins crew (themselves an interesting and diverse set of characters who have been poorly utilised in everything afterrwards); focus largely on street level crime, distinguishing itself from other current Bat books; allow time to build out Duke's relationships with the other Bats (particularly Cass, Bruce, Damian, Stephanie, and Harper), and provide a coherent resolution to the matter of Duke's parents (including Gnomon) and of his powers.

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dual1pa · 2 years

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steve harrington cockwarming and waking up to rough fucking PLEASEEEEE

the morning after

the thoughts racing through my head rn.... HERE YA GO ANON

content warnings: S M U T (if you're uncomfortable reading sexual situations, this fic might not be for you! 18+ READERS ONLY), swearing, p in v sex unprotected (wrap it before you tap it)

steve harrington x female reader

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after, a wild night of drinking, partying, and fucking, your eyes meet the bright sun peaking in through your blinds. closing one eye, you carefully look forward at the small clock on the table next to your bed. you were naked, of course. your boyfriend, steve, has a tight grip on you as he is still lost in sleep. the more you got back in a comfortable position, the more you realize he was still inside you. then you remembered,

"let me stay inside you while we sleep, can't get enough of that pussy," he growled in your ear.

"well, i'm not going to say no to your cock in me all night long, since it's already been there forever now," you leaned forward to kiss him and fell asleep in each other's arms.

his snores reach your ear as you gain more comfort. the feeling of him being inside you just turned you on. you grind yourself on his cock in an attempt to wake him up. you take his hand resting over your hip and grab your breast with it.

"steve," you moan, only to receive a small groan in return, "steve, wake up."

"it's so early, babe."

"no, i need you to fuck me," you grabbed the back of his head.

he opened one eye as he was curious to see if you were serious or not. once he realized you were not kidding, he found himself rock hard again.

in an instant, you found yourself underneath him as he lined himself up with your sensitive entrance. he slowly pushed himself into you, knowing you're already used to his length due to being inside you all night.

it was a feeling you'll never grow tired of. the feeling of being filled by the man you love. once you gave him the signal, he sped up his pace. you wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed him deeper inside you with your legs. you needed more.

"faster, harder, stevie, please," a long moan left your body. you mentally thanked God that your parents were away on business.

"someone's eager this morning," he raised himself on his knees to switch the angle up a bit.

"i'm just fucking horny," you set your hands behind your head for your tits to bounce freely.

steves eyes went to your breasts and watched in awe as his moves were making them bounce like that. the moans coming out of your mouth was music to his ears, he reminds you constantly that those sounds can only be heard by him only. he sped up the pace, chasing your highs, quickly finding your clit to give it some harsh rubs.

she gained enough power to flip the both of them over so she was on top, "sorry, i need a new angle."

you on top really made his cock hit your cervix a whole new way, and you were desperate for that feeling.

"no need to apologize, you taking control like that, babe, it was fuckin' hot," he grabbed your hips, most likely going to leave bruises, but you didn't care.

"oh, yeah, God, you're so fucking good at this," she steadied herself with her hands on his chest, brushing through the hairs. not everyone enjoyed steve's hairy chest, but you thought it was the sexiest thing ever. so who cares what other people think?

"steve, you close baby," you moaned, finding steve's hand and pressing his finger to your aching clit.

she grinded as fast as she could until she couldn't take it anymore as the pleasure was too strong. steve knew how to make you come undone with just the tip of his finger. you felt him come inside you as his cum attacked your walls. you were on the pill, so the two of you had nothing to worry about.

you fell on top of his chest, he stayed inside you until he fell soft.

"that was," you stared.

"amazing," he finished.

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slytherinshua · 9 months

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I NEED YOU

genre. fighting/violence. a lil angst. lots of fluff at the end. can be read as a continuation to nosebleeds. warnings. blood. somewhat graphic fight scenes(?). crying. spoilers for the uncanny counter s2 ep 3-4.pairing. so mun x counter!reader. wc. 2.5k. a/n. requested by anon!

Jeokbong was trying his best, you knew he was. But everyone was stressed and it would be really nice if he was able to get a grip on his ability. You couldn’t lie that you were getting annoyed. There were 2 evil spirits to deal with and the team had already split up. Jeokbong’s constant mixed signals were causing stress to the whole team. You sat in between Mun and Hana, watching as Jeokbong tried to sniff out the window to instruct where the evil spirit was.

“Hey, you punk. What’s the matter with you? You’re distracting me.” Motak complained, and Jeokbong quickly replied with a shake of his head.

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s got to be something if you keep sticking your nose out the window.” You muttered under your breath, dismissing the warning look your boyfriend gave you.

“Jeokbong. You have something to say, right?” So Mun asked, in a more patient and nice tone compared to your comment.

“What?” Jeokbong seemed hesitant.

“It’s okay. Feel free to say it. It’s only natural for your new power to be unstable.” Mun reassured, and you wondered how your boyfriend managed to be so sweet all the time.

Jeokbong hesitated for a second longer before turning to face Mun, “To be honest, the smell seems worse towards the west.” He stuttered.

“West?” Motak echoed, “That’s towards Mount Dongin. Wasn’t that a level one?”

“Yes. The art museum had a level one. The reeds had a level three.” Hana clarified.

“Na Jeokbong, stop making us anxious.” Motak said seriously.

“T-that’s why I didn’t want to say anything. But this smell keeps-” He stammered, sniffing aggressively. You exchanged looks with Mun, both of you becoming more concerned.

“This won’t do. Ms. Chu.” Mun started talking through his earpiece, “Ms. Chu? Ms. Chu!”

“Mun?” Your eyes were wide and you placed a hand on his shoulder.

He turned to you, “I can’t get in touch.” The tension in the car was rising. You and Motak were already stressed by Jeokbong, and Mun seemed to be getting anxious from not being able to reach Ms. Chu, now. Hana was always good at keeping calm, but you saw her clench her fist— she was feeling uneasy too.

“Na Jeokbong, get it straight!” Motak yelled.

“What?”

“Which one’s the stronger one?”

“I-” Jeokbong almost seemed close to tears, feeling the pressure of a mission for the first time. “I think it’s the one at the museum. Wait. Is it the one in the reeds?” He stumbled over his words, sniffing and trying to differentiate the two.

Motak gripped the steering wheel tighter, jaw clenched. You fisted pieces of fabric from your tracksuit pants into your palms, which only Mun seemed to notice. He placed his hand on top of yours in an attempt to ease your stress, fingers brushing over yours until they laced together.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know!” Jeokbong cried, “I really don’t know.”

“We have no choice.” Hana interrupted, “Jeokbong and I will go to the reeds.”

“I’ll go too.” You said suddenly, “It’s a level three. You can’t take that all by yourself and this is Jeokbong’s first mission.”

“Y/n, are you sure?” Mun whispered, his grip on your hand getting noticeably tighter.

“We’ll be fine. Just go to the museum with Motak.” You exchanged nods with Hana and Motak stomped on the gas.

As soon as you arrived at the reeds, you and Hana were sprinting and Jeokbong struggled to keep up. You made it to a small clearing in the centre of the field, coming to an abrupt halt when you saw a man lying on the ground. His throat was slit.

“The evil spirit is dead?” Hana asked hollowly.

“That can’t be it.” There was no way you came all the way here just for the evil spirit to have killed itself.

“What? Hold on.” Jeokbong exclaimed, sniffing the air frantically. “The smell. The smell!” He sounded panicked.

“What about the smell?!” You shouted.

“It’s… It’s getting closer.” He stuttered.

“Which direction?” Hana demanded.

Jeokbong turned around abruptly, “Over there! No, wait!”

“Jeokbong!” You urged, eyes darting around in circles, expecting the evil spirit to appear from any direction.

“Jeokbong, calm down.” Hana instructed.

“Hold on! It’s getting closer!” He yelped, stammering through his sentence, “Hold on! I think it’s coming from over there! It’s getting closer! Where is it?”

You didn’t even see the evil spirit coming before Hana fell to the ground. She got up as quickly as she fell, her face having been scratched by what looked like claws.

“Where is it?” You pressured Jeokbong, preparing to freeze time once you knew the direction it was in.

“What?” Jeokbong stuttered in reply.

“Where is the evil spirit!?” You shouted at him. “I can get 30 seconds maybe but I need to know where it is!”

“The smell keeps moving!” Jeokbong complained, eyes clamped shut.

“Where?!”

“At 2 o’clock!” Jeokbong finally exclaimed, and you turned swiftly, catching the evil spirit right as she was about to claw at you, successfully kicking her to the ground. It gave you and Hana enough time to see the direction where the evil spirit ran and you both charged after it.

“I’ll freeze so you can land a hit!” You shouted, focusing your energy enough to prepare as soon as the evil spirit was in view again.

“Hana? Y/n! Hana!” You could hear Jeokbong’s cries from a distance and in the corner of your eye you saw a flash of white hair. You cursed and started running in the direction of Jeokbong’s voice.

“Y/n!! Hana!!”

You froze time, giving yourself some extra seconds to sprint back to Jeokbong and get there just before the evil spirit could reach him and attack. Manipulating time took almost all your concentration, especially if you wanted it to stay stalled. In order for you to land a punch to the evil spirit, you couldn’t keep time frozen. You had no choice but to unfreeze time as you landed one satisfying blow to her face, knocking her to the ground.

By this point, you were separated from the other two. It was just you and the evil spirit. You did your best to block every swing of her arm, the clawed knuckle gloves that she was wearing a scary addition to her punches. But, no matter how many times you stopped time, landing punches and kicks, the evil spirit was able to land more.

You were able to keep fighting despite the dozens of hits she got on you, but after one hard punch to your stomach— her claws digging into the flesh of your stomach and ripping through— you fell to the ground, allowing enough time for the evil spirit to get away. You coughed up blood, clutching at your stomach where the wound was.

You stumbled, trying to get back up on your feet. The fight wasn’t over until the evil spirit was summoned, even if you died trying. As soon as you were standing again, you got knocked back to the ground with scratches to your legs and side. You groaned in pain. She was too fast, speeding through the reeds and landing blows before you could even register where she had come from.

There was no way you would be able to beat her on your own and in your current state, so you decided on a different strategy. You focused all of your remaining energy on stopping time for you and the evil spirit, hoping that it would allow Hana enough extra time to find you.

It must’ve only taken a minute or two for Hana to find you, but it felt longer. You were strained trying to keep time frozen as you could feel the evil spirit resisting. You were exhausted and it was sucking more of your energy to keep time stable. As soon as you saw Hana in view, you collapsed, no longer trying to keep up your time manipulation. You vaguely heard their fight in the distance before you completely blacked out.

So Mun was more than panicked when he didn’t see you in Yung. He had an intense battle of his own, even taking a bullet to save Mr. Choi, but you were always his main concern. He needed to know if you were okay. At the soonest appropriate moment to do so while still in Yung, he took Hana aside.

“Where’s Y/n?”

Hana sighed, running a hand through her hair, “She took the worst of it. She was already passed out by the time I really got a solid blow on the evil spirit.”

“What?” Mun’s voice was quiet as his breath was caught in his throat. You had passed out?

“She must’ve tried to fight the evil spirit by herself. She stopped time in order for me to get there in time.” Hana explained the rest of it, sympathy in her eyes as she watched Mun’s face grow more worried and panicked.

“How was she when you came to Yung? Is she okay? Is she still hurt?” A flurry of questions escaped from Mun’s mouth.

“I wanted to wait until Ms. Chu could have a look at her. I didn’t think Ms. Chu would already be in Yung or I would have done a better job at patching her up before we left.”

“I have to go back. I’ll take care of her until Ms. Chu can get there.” He told Hana impatiently. As soon as she nodded, he transported back, opening his eyes with a start.

He rushed to your room where he found you still passed out, lying on your bed. Tears welled in his eyes almost instantaneously. He knew you would be okay, you had to be okay. He didn’t know what he would do without you, and everytime you got hurt he was reminded of the risk of being a counter. If he lost you, he wasn’t sure what he might do. He always felt painfully mad and saddened seeing you in any sort of pain.

So Mun had always felt very deeply, and his emotions for you were delicate. He was happy when you were happy, sad when you were sad, pained when he saw you in pain. Just seeing you lying there with blood stained clothes felt as if he had just been delivered a thousand blows.

He carefully sat down on the edge of your bed, eyes tracing over your figure slowly. He reached for your hand and gently threaded his fingers with yours. He swallowed an uncomfortable lump in his throat when you couldn’t squeeze his hand like you always did.

He loved holding your hand, loved how it fit so perfectly in his, loved how you could have a communication just by holding hands. He would squeeze your hand gently as if to say “I love you” and you would squeeze back, giving your own answer.

So Mun didn’t mind the dried blood that coated your fingers or the wet tears that fell down his cheeks. He didn’t bother to wipe either of them. He didn’t want to leave your side. He knew you would wake up soon— you had to.

The rest of the team came back from Yung before you woke up. Ms. Chu joined Mun by your side and healed you with the help of his territory. But you still didn’t wake up.

“Shouldn’t she be awake by now? Is she really okay, Ms. Chu?” So Mun asked, never leaving your side and never letting go of your hand.

“She’ll wake up, So Mun. Give her time, she’s probably exhausted. As for injuries, there was nothing too serious. She’ll be perfectly fine when she wakes up.” Ms. Chu reassured, patting Mun on the back as she left the room.

“Hey,” So Mun’s voice was soft, “You really scared me, you know?” He smiled as best he could, watching your sleeping face. How did you manage to still look pretty with all those bruises and cuts? “I know you don’t like it when I get hurt… You know I feel the same way, right? I wish I never had to see you like this, but it’s pretty unavoidable, isn’t it?” He laughed a little, trying to make fun of the situation but he was struggling.

There was a long pause as Mun tried to find the right words, “I need you. I don’t think I can live without you anymore. No… I know I can’t live without you. You won’t leave me, right? I need you.

“It’s funny how people can miss someone who’s right in front of them, but I guess that’s how I feel right now. It’s only been a few hours but I miss you so much. I miss your hugs and your kisses. I miss your smile. I don’t think I’ve told you enough how pretty your smile is. But you probably already know, don’t you? Everything about you is pretty.”

He sighed. He had been talking to you for almost 2 hours and it was late now. He was starting to get tired, though he didn’t want to admit it. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to sleep until you woke up. He decided he would stop talking and at least close his eyes. You wouldn’t hear what he was saying anyway, and it only made him emotional saying all these things out loud. He had been mindlessly tracing his thumb in little circles on your hand while speaking, and he gave it another squeeze.

He felt you squeeze back. It was very soft, very faint, but it was there and it was you.

All the tiredness that he had felt for the past hour left his body and he opened his eyes again. You blinked at him once… twice… thrice. He almost felt like crying again but he held it in, instead leaning forward to cup your cheek.

“Hi.” You mumbled, not sure what else to say.

“Hi.” So Mun laughed, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay. Are you?”

He nodded, “Just took a bullet to my arm, nothing much…”

“Oh my god, please tell me you’re joking.” You said, sitting up.

“Not really… But I’m really fine. Those evil spirits are no joke, huh?”

“She was so fast that we couldn’t even keep track of her in those reeds.” You groaned, “Next time I go up against her, I am fighting in a cleared area.”

So Mun smiled, “I’m glad you’re awake. I was starting to think you were going to sleep forever.”

“Who do you take me for? Sleeping beauty?” You both laughed.

“You could pass as sleeping beauty. Then I get to be your prince, right?” He asked, eyes shining with an excitement he couldn’t hide.

“You’re such a dork. Come here.”

So Mun gladly cuddled close to you, more than happy to be back in your arms. He kissed your forehead, and then your cheek, and when you turned your face towards him, he kissed your lips. The two of you stayed like that for a long time, not talking unless in soft murmurs— though whatever discussion you were having always got interrupted by Mun sneaking in another kiss. You stayed in his arms until you both drifted off to sleep, which always came easily whenever you were close to him.

↳ k-drama taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @cha3w0n-hearts (abp & tuc only),, @tempobaekh (tuc only)

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encrucijada · 5 months

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HAZE DOGS — a wip by ester cuervos

【 genre & categroy: horror, low fantasy, adult 】

【 pov: 2nd person retrospective 】

【 what if princess mononoke, the hunt from the magnus archives, and night in the woods had a baby. guy too scared for horror keeps writing it. great news for all the girls (gender neutral) who've ever wanted to go apeshit!! i'm technically catholic so i'm allowed to bastardise catholicism 】

【 cw: cults, blood and gore, religious blasphemy, cannibalism, harm to animals 】

【 tone & themes: feminine horror, corruption, bottled rage, divinity, unhinged, atmospheric, eerie, immortality/mortality 】

a b o u t : an isolated town is haunted by otherworldly canines incapable of dying. when connor hidalgo mejía comes back to life after being sacrificed by her old classmates, the town finds a temporary solution to their problem that will keep more people from dying: they offer connor and only connor to the animals. with her boyfriend's mother at the head, connor becomes the reluctant but not entirely unwilling idol of worship of a cult that begins to form around her. the people of her town really believe she can somehow free them of this haunting. but aurora vidal isn't the only one pulling the strings for power. everyone wants a piece of connor's divinity, a god is easy to manipulate when she's actually just a nineteen-year-old girl who up until last month only had two concerns: make it to tomorrow and get to know her estranged brother. the temporary solution starts to feel like a permanent one with connor soon not being able to find peace in life or in death.

another story about a girl in a white dress getting sacrificed... except she's wearing cool alternative clothes on top of that white dress. also the dark academia plot of "person we all hate died under mysterious circumstances" except this time the person keeps coming back to life, worse each time.

c h a r a c t e r s :

connor hidalgo mejía. she/they. embodies the energy of the "alt friend" from 00s teen movies. would have bitten you to win an argument even before things got freaky. what if jesus was a dog.

ángel quijada vidal. he/they. connor's boyfriend. dark academia protagonist who got lost and ended up in a horror movie. ignoring social cues on purpose because he thinks they're stupid.

delilah estévez herrera. she/her. connor's best friend. literally the prettiest person in the room at all times. not joining your cult bestie sick aesthetic tho. borrowing her from my buddy jude <3

acacia quijada vidal. she/her. connor's frenemy. would befriend you and then vaguepost about you online. ángel's sister. youngest sister syndrome. dead blue eyes.

aurora vidal ochoa. she/her. ángel's mum. gaslight gatekeep girlboss. woke up and decided to become a cult leader. marisa coulter energy (derogatory).

benjy hidalgo mejía. he/him. connor's brother, apparently. has the energy of the bum older brother with a shitty band and a warning sign of his door you'd find in a 90s movie.

zagreus. he/it. pubby :3 nothing weird going on here i prommy.

aesthetic: a foggy open field, coyote howls in the dead of night, wiping blood from your mouth, maximalist teen girl bedrooms, light reflecting off of animal eyes, an empty dilapidated church, bite marks on your shoulder, tall grass swaying in the breeze, an abandoned fountain filled with greenish water, broken statues, taxidermy animals, the rattle of a dog's chain, crackling television signal, cloudy weather and the smell of ozone before a storm, glitter makeup rolling down your cheeks, music so loud others hear it on your headphones, a lake with party trash floating on the surface, your fanciest clothes splattered with blood, the cold smoothness of fine jewellery, low quality camera footage, a trail of kisses down your spine, teeth that are too sharp, halos made with neon bracelets, cupping your cheeks with bloodied hands, curling up under the covers in bed when it's cold

snippet!!!

“Cool, right?” you asked your reflection, answered yourself with a smile that cut your purple mouth in two with white teeth.

You grabbed your keys.

Benjy was in the living room. He still occupied space like he was a guest instead of a resident, you looked at him and tried to find yourself on his face, on his shoulders, his hair, his hands. But other than the brown of your skin and his skin, you couldn’t, the only thing you shared that your mum had too were the freckles, but what did that prove? If that was proof of kin then Ángel would be your brother, Acacia your sister, Dafne a quarter of something with the smattered speckles on the bridge of their nose.

“Where the fuck are you going?”

He was your brother enough to talk like he’d known all nineteen years of your life.

You stopped in front of the television, a horror movie screaming behind you, blood and guts and bad sound effects of tearing skin, someone’s burbly wail from a cut throat.

“Vidal party.”

“What’s a Vidal? Am I supposed to know what that is?”

“They own like half the town, huge house, can’t miss it.”

“And they invited the likes of you?”

#tumblr if you fuck up the formatting again i will haunt you in dreams #anyways. hoping to write this next year?? hoping for some focus??hoping to finally Finish something for once??#pia.docx #wip intro #( wip ) haze dogs

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Always in Powers

Pairing: Lukas Matsson x roy!reader

This is just a headcanon about being the youngest Roy sibling

You’re just holding a meeting while some unknown number pops up on your phone. You excuse yourself and answer to that number to hear Marcia’s voice. ‘Your father needs you’ she says, ‘I’m sorry, I think you’ve got the wrong number, I don’t have a father’ ‘He’s offering you to be the CEO’ ‘What happened to Ken and Rome?’ ‘Let’s discuss about it when you’re here, next month is your father’s birthday remember?’ ‘As I said, I don’t have a father’ ‘See you soon’ and then she hung up

You have no idea what does he want. He’s ignored you for 22 years of your life but now he wanted to see you? and offering you to be the CEO of Waystar?

At a very young age, you’ve lived in the same house as Connor, Kendall, Roman, and Shiv. But one day your father hit you for some unknown reason, your mom knew about it, fired a restraining order against Logan, divorced him, and moved you two back to your mom’s country.

From that day on, you would go by her last name.

Since your mom is a very famous actress/model in your country, that made you’re also in the limelight too.

You hate Logan. Hate how he treated you and your mom. Hated how he never fought to get you back. Hate how he never calls on your birthday. Hate how he never said ‘Happy birthday kid’ to you. Hate how you would have no one to celebrate Father’s Day with.

That’s why you always work so hard, and be able to graduate double degree from Harvard Business School and Harvard Law School at the age of 22. And since you’re famous (thanks to your mom) you have a lot of celebrity friends, which helps with your clothing company to be successful and to be accepted worldwide.

Now you’re in Italy for Caroline’s wedding. But Logan wants you to go with him and Roman to talk about business with this Matsson guy.

He is a very interesting guy. Not like what you have in mind about tech bro.

Lukas couldn’t stop looking at you while talking with Logan. Rome sees it too and he’s not happy about it.

While you’re on the boat back to the wedding venue, some odd numbers appear on your phone, you answer it and it’s Lukas. ‘How did you get my number Mr. Matsson?’ Rome hears that and signal you to hang up the phone, while Logan is smiling in a victorious way.

‘He’s not going to give you CEO’ Kendall says, ‘From what Roman told me, he’s obviously using you to woo Matsson’ ‘No he’s not, he promised me’ you argue back, ‘He promised me too’ Shiv adds

From that day on you’ve talked and texted with Lukas every day. You find him so laid back and funny not like any guys you’ve dated.

You are Roman’s favorite, he’s the only one who visits you every year, so since you’re back in New York, you usually hang out at Roman’s place.

‘What are you smiling at?’ Roman asks ‘Don’t tell me it’s that Swede again, aren’t you dating that Denmark prince?’ ‘He’s a Count and no we’re not dating’ ‘It’s creepy, Matsson is too old for you’ ‘Um, I don’t think you should be the one to lecture me about what is creepy or what is not huh Mr. send-your-dick-pic-to-dad’

When you’re free of meeting, you will fly to Sweden. You and Lukas have developed a serious relationship. ‘What if I buy your dad’s company?’ He asks. ‘There is a cheaper way to impress me Lukas’ ‘No I’m serious’ ‘Then you should buy ATN too’ ‘Wouldn’t that destroy him?’ ‘That’s my point’

You were at Connor's side when you heard the news. That Logan is dead while he's on the plane to meet Lukas. You felt empty, just blank, not any hint of sadness. You saw Kendall, Roman, and Shiv were crying and saying I love you Dad at the phone. They're devastated at the news and couldn't do the interview, so it was you to do it.

Your sibling didn't have time to mourn Logan's death that much since Lukas invited them and the company to Norway.

You were excited, you and Lukas agreed to make your relationship official at the retreat.

Everyone was so shocked except Roman, he saw it coming since the first day. Kendall totally couldn't accept it, he refused to talk to you all day. Shiv just looked at you in disbelief but didn't say anything.

You love this retreat, you always ask Greg to be your photographer for your Instagram. Lukas hates how you are always with Greg when you should be next to him.

So he asks Greg who he is and insulted him in Swedish in front of his friends. You get mad at him for talking about your family like that. You and Lukas have a fight and you ended up leaving the retreat that afternoon and flying back to New York to help Connor with the funeral.

You haven't heard from him until the funeral day. You saw him with Shiv and that totally sums up everything for you. You ignore him all morning just to end up being pulled away into the dark corner of the church, him kissing you passionately and saying he's sorry and how much he's missed you.

So that week he stayed with you at your penthouse and he proposed to you.

He has you by his side while taking a group photo as GoJo successfully bought Waystar and ATN. You showing your new engagement ring as your new chapter of life is about to start as a wife and an American CEO of Waystar.

#succession #succession imagine #lukas matsson x reader #lukas matsson #lukas matsson imagine #lukas matsson x roy!reader #roy!reader #roy siblings #succession au #alexander skarsgård #succession hbo #succession fanfic

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Kidnapped PT.7

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Summary: Baby Danvers Get kidnapped and it’s up to Kara and Alex to do everything in their power to save them.

Warnings: Torture, kidnapping, graphic description of injuries.

A/N: Will a 100% be a marvel x supergirl crossover.

When Kara arrived to your apartment, she found you safe and asleep in your bed.

Some days passed and you just kept getting worst and worst. It got to a point where you didn't get out of bed except for emergency, and it took everything in you to just take a step without falling. You were nauseous, dizzy, really weak and your still healing wounds were hurting more than usual. Sometimes you were so cold, and sometimes you felt like you were in a volcano.

“Alex?” You ask when you woke up and saw your sister. “ Hmm?” She said, closing her book and placing it in her lap. “I really don't feel good.” You say. Her expression quickly changed. “What do you mean, what's wrong?” “Everything hurts and I feel so weak.” You say, tears brimming your eyes. “Alright, how long have you felt like this?” Alex asked. “A week.” You said closing your eyes to try to get rid of the dizziness.

“Hon, please don't fall asleep, I know you must be tired, but I have some questions.” Ales asked in a soft voice, she placed her hand on your forehead to see if you were hot, and unfortunately you were really hot. “Shit, you're really hot.” She says. “Alright, do you feel like throwing up?” You nodded your head. “Kind of.” “Ok what do you say we bring you back to the D.E.O, it could be nothing, but I prefer not to take risk.” She said, and you agreed.

You were back at the D.E.O, hook up to many machines, with Alex taking care of you and Kara at your bed side, with the same worried expression. “Do you feel a little better.” Kara asked. You gave her a little nod, the frown on her face deepen as she saw how unwell you still were.

“Alex, can I talk to you?” J'onn ask entering the room. “I'll be right back.” Alex said giving you a kiss on your forehead. “I just saw the footage of the Alien escaping, and I think i sort of know where he went.” Alex frown. “What do you mean 'kind of know'?”

“Well, a little before you join the D.E.O, I had this weird dream, but now I don't think it was a dream.” Alex nodded, signalling j'onn to keep going. “I woke up in a building in the middle of New work. I won't go into too many details, but I met people there, they were superhero sort of. They called themselves the Avengers.” Alex scoffed. “The Avengers? That's a… original name for a team.” Alex said. J'onn then went on by explaining what everyone did and what happened when he was there. “Ok, but how is that related to the alien's location.” Alex asks. “Well, Doctor Strange, the wizard, he can teleport by creating these circles that bring him wherever he wants. Those circles are the exact same as the on the alien when through. So now that we know the multiverse is real, I think it wasn't a dream, and somehow I travelled to another planet.” J'onn said.

“That makes sense, so now can we get there.” “I'm not sure, maybe the device that Cisco gave to Kara could travel us there.” J'onn suggested. “Maybe you're right, I'm going to try to look into it.”

A few days passed, and your condition just kept getting worse, you were exhausted all the time, you had lost all your appetite, and you threw up at least 3 times a day. Alex was so caught up with everything, she had barely enough time to take care of herself. She needed to take care of you, find the alien, find a cure for you and on top of that she needed to find the alien. Of course, she wasn't alone Kara helps with taking care of you, Lena with finding the cure and brainy help tracking the alien down, but it was still a lot.

Kara walking in Alex quarters, she saw Alex sat on a bench staring at the wall. “Alex?” Kara asked, braking Alex out of the trans she was in. “Mhm? What?” "Are you ok?” Kara asked, Alex took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah… yeah, I'm fine.” “You know, you're a really bad liar sometimes.” Alex gave a small smile and place her head in her hands, starting to tear up. “Come on, tell me what's wrong.” Kara said, placing her hand around her sister to comfort her.

“It's just… I know everyone is telling me it's not my fault, but I really feel like it is and having to take care of Y/N on top of being the director having to deal with everything it's just a lot. And I'm really worried about them and what if they die, I don't think I could ever forgive myself.” She said tears falling. Kara hugged Alex tightly and rubbed her back. “Alex, why didn't you tell me. You know you're not alone, you have Winn Lena J'onn Brainy and you have me. You know what, I think you should go home tonight, and before you argue J'onn is just as qualified as you to take care of the D.E.O and me and Lena can take care of Y/N.” Alex hesitates for a minute but agreed, “fine, but you have to call me if there is anything wrong.” “Of course.” Alex went home, and she could finally get some much-needed sleep, and everything went smoothly all night with you and the D.E.O.

Although it was the last thing she wanted, Alex had no choice but to call Eliza when your condition didn't improve. The look on her when she saw you laying in the D.E.O's med bay hooked up to so many machines was one of pure worry. “Oh god, sweetheart, you look so bad.” Eliza said, coming to your side. “Thank you.” you said barely above a whisper. Your mother place a comforting hand on your forehead and when she did, she noticed how hot it was.

“God, they are burning up, how long have they been this way?” She questioned. “Um, maybe like a week, they have only been getting worst since we brought them here.” Alex said just as worried. “ What's wrong with them?” Eliza asked, “Well that's part of the reason we called you, we don't know yet.” Alex said.

You were slowly falling asleep whilst your mother and big sisters talked, You were half of sleep when your stomach turned. You groan and slapped your hand over your mouth, you frantically looked around for Kara. She noticed your panicked state and quickly gave you the bucket, she sat you up and pulled your hair back. “Alright, let it all out, it's ok.”

When you were done throwing up, you laid back down. “I'm sorry.” You muttered exhausted. “Don't apologize, honey, it's not your fault at all.” Your mother said soothingly. After that, you fell asleep for a while.

#supergirl fanfiction #supergirl #supergirl x reader #alex danvers x reader #marvel #fanfic #kara danvers x reader #kara danvers imagine #kara danvers x you #kara zor el x reader #kara danvers #kara zor el #alex danvers #alex danvers imagine #tw kidnapping #kidnap tw #torture tw #sick

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sugolara · 7 months

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𝙁/𝙣: 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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The day the outbreak started

The TV echoed through the two story house. The teens, kids and adults listened quietly as the news alarmed them. It broadcasted them to be alarmed and to stay quarantined until the virus is no longer a threat. To not help anyone who might be infected and avoid anyone who seemed or acted strange.

Then the power cut off and all signal was lost.

F/n’s mom had gasped quietly, her grandmother and her aunt held her hand near her chest, her grandfather got up along with her father, her little sister was confused, her aunt was panicking and her cousin stayed still.

Her grandfather and father came into the room with shotguns and ammo. It terrified the rest of the family. Her mother quickly ushered the kids to the kitchen so she can make them something to eat and distract herself.

From the kitchen, F/n heard arguments coming from the living room. She could hear her aunt and father and grandfather arguing. Her grandmother tried calming them down but it wasn’t working as her voice was too low.

She eyed her shaking mother as she cooked and then her cousin that sat in front of her, “Mom, me and Hanta are going upstairs to my room.”

Her mother turned around with a nervous look, “Oh, sweetie, I think we should all stay down here. Be together.”

“Don’t worry.” Hanta smiled to reassure his aunt, “If anything happens, we’ll shout out.”

M/n placed her hand on her chest, “Of course, please be careful.”

The two nodded and headed to F/n’s room. While Hanta reached underneath her bed, F/n headed for the radio flipped through channels. She sighed though and sat next to her cousin on the floor, “Nothing but static.”

Hanta opened the shoe box and pulled out a pack of cards, “Your moms kind of high strung.”

“Who wouldn’t be.” F/n continued to flip through channels, “With the news broadcasting about a virus and to be quarantined.”

“Yeah, but,” Hanta pulled out a hunting knife from the shoe box, “You live on a farm with a dad who’s a survivalist. You’re practically isolated.”

F/n looked at him and noted his crestfallen face, “Are you worried about your dad?”

His shoulders fell, “He’s in the city. Who knows how bad it is out there.”

F/n set down the radio and held his hands. She stared into his eyes with a smile, “Whatever happens, Hanta, we’ll stick together, forever.”

Two months had gone; the fences were secured, a small garden was set next to the house as well as one behind the house and the horses stable had to be rebuilt from the storm that happened a few weeks ago.

Further behind the house, F/n and Hanta held a pistol aiming at the tires that swung from a pole. F/n’s father repositioned her arm and then moved to Hanta, “Don’t be stiff. Let your muscles relax. If you're stiff and holding a bigger and heavier gun, you’ll pull a muscle.”

“We got it dad.” F/n rolled her eyes and pulled the trigger. A bullet lodged into the tire.

“You’re getting better.” Hanta said with a smug smile, “But check mine out.”

F/n eyed his tire, “Four holes. Show off.”

“This is not a competition.” D/n scolded them, “This is for your survival. For you to live. When I’m gone–”

“Here he goes again.” F/n whispered which caused Hanta to muffle a snicker.

“F/n. Be serious.” D/n continued when she apologized. He let out a low and sad sigh, “I just want you two to be safe. You are family and I want you two to protect each other and everyone else in this farm in case something happens to me.

“You can’t trust anyone anymore. The most important thing is to trust yourself. Don’t let anyone fool you and do not hesitate.” D/n stared at them for a few seconds and for a moment, he saw them as children once again. He then smiled, “Now let’s get inside before your mothers freak out.”

The two nodded and began to head inside. The moment they were inside, their moms quickly checked and asked them questions. They were annoyed but they let their moms check for any bites or scratches. It was the least they could do to let their nervousness ease.

After dinner, F/n’s sister had headed to bed along with her mother. Her aunt stayed in the kitchen with her grandmother playing a board game. Her father was cleaning the guns while her grandfather was in the pantry writing down a list of supplies they needed.

Upstairs, F/n sat on the floor cleaning her gun, “You got to stop smoking. One of these days someone will catch you.”

Hanta let out a small puff out the window, “You think they’d care? Our whole family smokes. You dad, grandpa, my mom and a few other people.”

“Do you really want asthma in a world like this?” F/n’s comment made him laugh, “I’m serious.”

“Like asthma’s the worst thing to happen to me.” He placed his cigarette into his cup of water and swatted the air so the smoke could disappear.

After F/n was done cleaning, she let out a sigh and held her battery lantern, “Ready for bed?”

Hanta nodded and laid on his mattress, “Night.”

F/n turned the lantern off, “Night.”

The smell of fire washed over acres as it was strong and the cackles it would make could not drown out the growls and moans that came from the rotters; from the farm. It couldn't drown out the terrifying screams and the beg's of help coming from her family.

She couldn’t do much as she carried her little sister who sprained her ankle. She aimed her pistol at any rotters that came near her. She could hear her sister whimpering into her ear and letting out screams when she spotted a rotter. She could also feel her hands gripping onto her sweater.

How did it get so bad? One moment she was sleeping and the next she woke up to a frantic Hanta yelling that the farm was in trouble. And when she looked out the window, fire spreaded and she could see the horses running away from the rotters.

And when she headed downstairs, her mother, aunt, sister, and grandmother were crying. Her father and grandfather passed her and Hanta a bag of supplies as well as ammo. F/n tried easing her nervousness but the sound of crying made it difficult.

Then, before they headed outside, her father ordered them to stay behind as they made their way into their van. Her father and grandfather were in front taking out rotters but they underestimated how many there were.

In a blink of an eye, F/n had separated from the group. She managed to find her sister when she screamed. Now, F/n tried to look for her family but the horde was making it impossible. As F/n tried getting a better grip of her sister, her left hand that carried her felt wet.

She looked down only to see blood and a bite mark on the back of her sister. Her mouth gaped open as tears began to form. She then heard a terrified scream and when she turned, the tears began to roll.

Seeing her mother being mauled, her grandmother bleeding out on the floor and her aunt stumbling with her neck ripped caused F/n to trip and let go of her sister. Ringing in her ears was so loud but her fathers scream caught her attention.

She watched as her father ran out of bullets and began hitting the rotters with his remington. She tried getting up, to help her father but she kept tumbling. She didn’t even notice the rotter that was coming from her until Hanta grabbed her and shoved her back.

“Get out of here, F/n!” Hanta handed her a bag, “Run and don’t look back. I’ll come find you.”

“No–”

“Listen, F/n! Your grandpa’s still here and I need to find him! Stay on the road and I’ll find you.” He then gave her a quick hug before running off, “Don’t come back.”

With her heart beating at an impossible pace, F/n ran off in the opposite direction. She ran and ran until the sun began to rise. She was so tired that she let herself fall on the road. She turned to her back and listened to the trees swaying.

It wasn’t long before she saw a pair of worried diopside eyes staring at her, “Are you okay?”

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